#doesnt care who sees it. all he cares about is his own pleasure. hes a selfish bastard

[mostlyghostlyy]

Been thinking about holding hands with Dale in public, but he holds our entwined hands over his crotch and each stride he's making absolute sure it's stroking up against him juuuust right

[princessbrunette]

frat!gooner!rafe who just can’t help himself from groping you :(

it was casual drinks at a friends house, and of course your favourite mutual friend, rafe cameron had to be there. you sort of had a thing, a super sexual, probably toxic, unhealthy thing going on — but you’d told yourself, not tonight. tonight, you’d have class. it was about your friends, and that’s who you were here to see. you weren’t here to do… whatever, with him.

he doesn’t hide his lecherous gaze through the evening — but you expect nothing less. hell, at one point you’re even sure you see him adjust his bulge whilst staring. that man had no shame.

but you supposed neither did you.

because as soon as you wander off into the next room alone, a little tipsy and needing to walk off the tension — you’re gasping out a high pitched squeal as a hand slots itself over your mouth and you’re dragged to a dark corner. in any other instance, you might be afraid. but you knew exactly who it was.

rafe is suddenly infront of you, that slicked back greasy mop a little dishevelled from his own actions, hand still over your mouth as he shoves another up your top, groping your tits as much as he can.

you mewl against his hand, half in irritation that you’d been caught, half in arousal.

“yeah, like this little outfit you got on. knew what you were goddamn doin’.” he breathes out through his mouth. he takes his hand off your mouth, trusting you won’t make a fuss and you weakly go to push him off. irate, he brushes your hands away, yanking your skirt up. “‘make this quick a’ight? don’t need you makin’ it a whole thing.” he drawls as he unzips himself.

you think you’re gonna fuck, maybe you can get something out of this too— but no, once pulling out his fully hard cock, he’s yanking your panties down just enough for him to start jerking off into them, widening his stance to lower himself more to your level. it’s obscene.

you let out a pathetic little cry, and it is pathetic because you shouldn’t be whining over not getting fucked when he practically forced himself on you— and when you go to grab at him needily he shoves you against the wall more firmly with an arm across your shoulders to keep you pinned. “shuuut up… okay, just—just shut up.” he hisses, eyes squeezing shut as he pants. occasionally he indulges you by sliding his tip through your folds, collecting the increasing wetness — the fat mushroom tip catching on your clit making you buck.

“someones gonna see.” you whisper, barely audible, but your eyes screw shut as you try and catch his dick again. his tongue is slot between his lips in concentration as he brings the hand that’s holding you down up to your mouth again, lazily sliding two fingers passed your lips knuckle deep to shut you up.

“yeah doesnt — doesn’t seem like you actually care too much, so…” he sarks, before the pleasure consumes him and he’s shuddering, jaw dropping as he watches you choke on his fingers, shooting his hot seed into your pretty delicate panties. you whimper pathetically, and once catching his breath — he slides his fingers from your mouth and yanks your panties up with such a casual strength he almost takes your feet off the ground for a moment.

rafe rubs a big ringed hand over your panties, making sure the squelchy release is all contained within the fabric and you sniffle, knowing you’ll need to fix your makeup somehow after this. “there you go.” he mutters, like he did you a favour — before taking a step back, clearing his throat as he watches you fix your clothes like hes suddenly regaining consciousness. “gonna head back out there ‘fore they suspect something or some shit. don’t be too long, a’ight?” there’s a slight softness, dare you even say fondness to his tone and expression before he departs, hands in his cargo pockets, the sound of him zipping his flies back up as he leaves the room following.

with his cum still warm in your panties you shudder, wondering how someone could treat you like this and still leave you wanting more.

[its-avalon-08]

ADORE UR ANGST! Can you do a lando norris x y/n where lando is upset with y/n because she wasnt listening when he was ranting about something that happened. He feels annoyed. Y/N doesnt know why he's upset but then she realises. she tries to apoligise

can i just say i love it when y/n messes up, because writing reader groveling is my guilty pleasure <3 thanks anon

look up from your fucking phone (ln4)

✦ pairing - lando norris x female!reader

✦ genre - alot of fighting, y/n is being annoying, angst, fluffy ending

Lando slammed the apartment door shut, the echo bouncing off the bare walls of their new place in Monaco. He threw his helmet on the couch, the familiar orange a stark contrast to the simmering red of his mood.

"Y/N, did you see that?!" he yelled, stomping towards the kitchen.

Y/N was hunched over the counter, phone glued to her ear, a frown etched on her face. "Ugh, why won't this load?..." she trailed off, finally noticing Lando's stormy entrance.

"Didn't you see what Yuki pulled out there?!" Lando practically exploded. "That dive bomb into Turn 12? I could've been wiped out!"

Y/N finally peeled her phone away from her ear. "Yeah, I saw it. Sounds scary," she said, her voice flat. She scrolled through her phone again, a picture of a cupcake taking center screen.

Lando's anger intensified. "Scary? Y/N, it was reckless! He could've ruined both our races!" He gestured wildly with his gloved hands. "And all he gets is a five-second penalty? That's a joke!"

Y/N sighed, a sound of exasperation that sent a fresh wave of irritation through Lando. "Look, I'm sure you'll bounce back. Maybe get some revenge on him next race?" She offered a tight smile, her eyes still glued to the phone.

Lando felt a knot tighten in his chest. "That's it? No 'are you okay?' No 'that was a dirty move?'" His voice dropped to a low growl. "Don't you even care?"

Y/N finally looked up, startled. "Of course I care, Lando! I just... I had a really stressful day too, okay?" She gestured vaguely at the phone. "Work stuff."

The knot in Lando's chest unraveled, replaced by a hollow ache. "Right," he muttered, his voice devoid of its usual spark. "Work stuff is always more important than your boyfriend getting wrecked on the track, apparently."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Hey, that's not fair! I wouldn't say that." She reached out a hand, but Lando flinched away.

"Just forget it," he said, his voice tight. "I need a shower."

He stormed past her, the slam of the bathroom door echoing through the apartment. Y/N stared after him, the phone clattering to the counter with a forgotten thud. The file which had now loaded mocked her from the screen.

Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She'd been so caught up in her own problems, she hadn't realized Lando was having a terrible day. Shame washed over her as she remembered his frustrated yells, his need for support.

She jumped up, rushing to the bathroom door. "Lando, wait!" she called out, her voice laced with panic. "I'm so sorry, I was just..."

Silence.

She tried the knob, but it wouldn't budge. He must've locked it. Lando, who never locked the bathroom door. A cold dread filled her.

He was mad. Really mad. And it was all her fault.

The silence stretched on for what felt like hours. Dinner, usually a time for shared laughter and stories, was a tense affair. Y/N cooked Lando's favorite pasta dish, but it sat untouched on the table, growing cold beside her untouched plate. Every time she stole a glance at the bathroom door, a knot tightened in her stomach.

Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, she cleared her throat. "Lando," she began tentatively, "I know you're upset, and I just wanted to say again that I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been on the phone. I was just..."

The clatter of the bathroom door slamming shut cut her off. Lando stormed into the living room, his face a mask of fury.

"Just what?" he spat out, his voice raw with emotion. "Just another bad day at work for you? Don't you get it, Y/N? Today was a nightmare! Yuki nearly took me out, the car felt off the entire race, and to top it all off, the media keeps hounding me about missing out on the podium."

He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "And you," he pointed a finger at her, his voice cracking, "you weren't even there for me. You were too busy with your stupid phone to even see how much I was fucking hurting."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. "Lando, I-"

He cut her off again, his voice laced with a raw vulnerability that ripped at her heartstrings. "No, Y/N! You don't get to talk now. I had the worst fucking day of my life, and your sorry does. not. fix. that. You listening to me, maybe even caring, might have. But you weren't there. And frankly, right now, I don't even know if you care at all."

He stormed past her, grabbing his helmet from the couch. "I'm going for a drive. Don't wait up." The slam of the front door echoed through the apartment, leaving Y/N standing alone in the cold, sterile silence. Tears streamed down her face, a silent apology echoing in the empty room. She had messed up, badly. And now, she had to find a way to fix it, even if it meant facing Lando's anger and rebuilding the trust she had so carelessly shattered.

Lando's car tore down the familiar winding roads, the roar of the engine a poor substitute for the roar of frustration in his chest. Tears, hot and angry, blurred his vision as he navigated the steep climb towards his favorite spot - the very same hill where he'd asked Y/N to be his girlfriend.

"Stupid phone. Stupid fucking Yuki. Stupid me," he muttered under his breath, slamming the car into park with more force than necessary. He stormed out, the cool night air doing little to quell the fire burning inside him.

He reached the familiar crest of the hill, the city lights twinkling like scattered diamonds below. It was supposed to be a place of peace, a place where he could clear his head. But tonight, it was a stark reminder of everything he'd lost.

"Why couldn't you have listened to me Y/N," he growled, the words catching in his throat. He sat down on the familiar patch of grass, burying his head in his hands. A choked sob escaped his lips, the sound harsh and raw in the quiet night.

Suddenly, a soft voice broke through his despair. "Lando?"

He looked up, startled, to see Y/N standing hesitantly before him. She was holding a basket overflowing with snacks, drinks, and a familiar fluffy blanket. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face etched with worry and regret.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice hoarse. His anger hadn't quite subsided, but it was overshadowed by a wave of surprise.

"I followed you," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. She set the basket down beside him cautiously, the woven handles creaking softly. "I know you needed some space, but I couldn't just stay there. I had to try and fix this."

Lando hesitated, then gestured towards the spot beside him. Y/N sat down, her gaze fixed on the glittering cityscape. Silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken emotions. Finally, Y/N reached out, placing a hand tentatively on his arm.

"Lando, I'm so, so sorry. There's no excuse for my behavior today. You were having a terrible day, and I completely ignored you. It was selfish and insensitive, and I hurt you. And for that, I am truly sorry."

Lando flinched, a tear rolling down his cheek. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and longing. "I just... I needed you, Y/N. Today was one of those days when everything felt like it was going wrong. And all I wanted was for you to be there for me, to listen, to just be you."

Y/N's hand tightened on his arm. "I understand now. And believe me, I was there in spirit. Every time you yelled, every time you slammed the door, it broke my heart a little more. But I was so caught up in my own problems, I didn't even see how much you were hurting."

She squeezed his arm gently. "Please, Lando. Let me try to make it up to you. Let's stay here, talk, share some snacks." She gestured towards the basket with a small, hopeful smile. "Maybe then we can face tomorrow together."

Lando looked from her hopeful face to the inviting spread in the basket. A flicker of his old smile played on his lips. He sighed, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Alright, Y/N. Snacks and talking it out sound pretty good right now."

As they settled under the blanket, the city lights twinkling around them, they began to talk. Lando poured out his frustrations about the race, Yuki, and the media. Y/N listened intently, offering words of encouragement and understanding. They reminisced about better races, laughed at silly inside jokes, and slowly, the rift between them began to heal.

The drive home was filled with a comfortable silence, a silent promise to communicate better in the future. As Lando pulled into their driveway, he turned to Y/N, a genuine smile warming his face.

"Thanks for coming after me, Y/N." He leaned in, his lips brushing softly against hers. "I love you."

Y/N smiled back, her heart overflowing with relief. "I love you too, Lando. And next time, I'm chucking the phone into the bin."

[ppnuggiexxx]

-> best / biggest tits to suck on || whb

• characters :: ronove ,, mammon ,, marbas ,, glasyalobolas

• contains :: dom reader ,, fem reader ,, hickies ,, marking , possessive reader (mammon + marbas) ,, switch marbas ,, making glasya submit ,, mentions of glasya's chest hole ,, possibility of being caught by levi (glasya) ,, they all have fat tits

• minors dni

-> ronove

| • hes one of the few larger demons ,, and one with a large chest too . most devils of abbadon already know how big his tits are ,, having experienced them first hand

| • though when you see for the first time ,, after finally getting him out of all that clothing ,, you were whipped for a little touch

| • have you seen that one fanart of him as a nun w/ nipple piercings ?? had me drooling ngl

| • his would be so soft ,, after all he does take good care of his skin and his chest is mostly covered by soft cloth

| • his nipples perk easily with temperature change and / or the slightest touch

| • all you gotta do is rub your thumbs over them and theyre already budding up ,, hardening under your fingertips

| • now they arent too sensitive ,, but that doesn't change the fact he still feels pleasure from them

| • you can truly tell how soft they are when your tongue swivels around one of his nipples

| • he'll groan through his gag ,, humping against your leg as you suck on his nipple

| • 10/10 tiddy ,, 10/10 experience ,, softest skin ever

-> mammon

| • i mean ,, is there even an explanation needed for him ? he has his tits out 24/7 ,, takes any chance possible to have your face buried in them ,, and encourages you every time you ask to put your face there

| • theyre so soft and squishy ,, its quite addicting and makes you always come back for another feel ,, only to end up unsatisfied when your time is up

| • though he'll always have time for you ,, its only when other kings pull you away from his chest does your time end

| • no matter how much you whine about your lost ,, the other kings won't listen to it ,, mammon being the only one to back you up on your wants

| • after all ,, what his master wants is what his master will have ,, even if its his body ,, especially if its his body

| • if you wanted his body then you would have it ,, all of it or any specific part you want ,, because you're his master and you will always get what you want from him

| • and if that includes sucking on his tiddies selfishly ? well ,, who is he to deny you such a thing ,, especially if you get all shy and fidgety about it ,, he finds it cute whenever you ask in a quiet voice to suck his tits

| • theyre not as soft as ronove's ,, but theyre still super squishy ,, who needs a stress ball when you have this ? who needs slime when you can just massage mammon's tits whenever and wherever you want ?

| • though he can't help the little whimpers he gives when you finally suck on his tits . who knows ,, maybe you could splash some liquid gold on there and lick it off his nipples and suck bites into the flesh

| • it'll certainly be obvious who he belongs to ,, fueling your selfishness and letting him walk proud knowing you own him ,, that only his master can give him such treatment and truly feed into his sin

-> marbas

| • it'll certainly be a moment before you can get him shirtless . after all ,, lucifer has him bound and restricted for a reason ,, not to mention his role as a doctor for devils coming day in day out with injuries

| • though the moment you get him without a shirt on ,, probably in the morning or at night when he's changing his clothes ,, is when you'll finally get your chance to pounce

| • his are rough and firm ,, but it doesnt make it any less fun to suck on

| • straddle his lap ,, he'll keep ahold of your hips while you take your time with him ,, sucking and biting wherever you can

| • even though they'll show up as bruises the next morning ,, he wouldn't mind ,, as he is a doctor and does have solutions to hiding any signs of pain on his skin

| • though the devils that do notice dont bother to say much ,, though a few will be bold enough to ask and tease ,, asking if he got ravaged by a wild beast with how much you've marked his pale skin

| • he'll only glare at them and continue with his treatment ,, quickly shooing them out of his way for the next patient

| • that doesnt mean he hates it ,, if you want to mark him head to toe he'll gladly let you ,, granted he could do the same

| • after all ,, you do have all night ,, and the night after that and the rest of the year and years to come

| • you can renew your marks whenever and he can return the favor for you

| • his nipples are always perky ,, firm and always budded up ,, but theyre quite sensitive

| • you can suck all you want against his nipples ,, maybe even give them a little nibble . you'll feel his hard dick twitch underneath you ,, pressing up against his pants painfully

| • whenever they brush against his restraints he has to hide his moans ,, the stimulation only adding up more reasons for lucifer to bound him tighter

| • the last thing he needs is marbas losing control of his pleasure while healing patients ,, this is a hospital not a club

-> glasyalobolas

| • it doesnt take much coaxing from him to let you see his tiddies ,, you just have to know the right method

| • while a fan of seeing trouble be caused ,, hes not one to enjoy getting in trouble if it means being caught

| • but the thrill of being caught by leviathan ,, with you sucking on his fat tits while sitting in his lap ,, outweighs his worries

| • he'll risk being hung and punished ,, especially since you're so polite when you ask ,, how cute you look asking if you can suck on his tits ,, saying you'll let him grind against you if he wants to

| • its offer he has trouble refusing ,, taking you to an empty room near leviathan's office and letting you have the satisfaction you've been craving

| • his chest is also firm ,, but his skin isnt as soft but its not exactly rough ,, not to mention the whole in the middle of his chest

| • a healing wound ,, but one that you can have fun with ,, poking your fingers in it and threatening him that if he makes a noise ,, that if leviathan hears ,, you'll do worse then just stick your fingers in there

| • glasya couldnt help the whimper he gives ,, his gaze darkening as he mutters how cruel you are

| • though you decide to save that for another day ,, another night where you can have him all to yourself and tease his body to your heart's content

| • he'll be quiet when you finally suck on his nipples ,, maybe gasping and groaning when you bite him

| • due to how tall he is ,, he'll probably lean up purposely ,, making you lose your grip on his nipple as he stands up

| • all you have to do is command him to kneel ,, and if he doesn't you could always pull his noose to bring him to his knees ,, maybe pushing him farther to ground with your foot

| • trapping him against the wall and ground ,, standing above him as you hold onto the chains attached to his horns as you threaten to punish him again

| • he'll listen this time ,, letting you enjoy your suckle and leave hickies along his skin ,, knowing you'll get off to his pain

[pruneunfair]

Rating female leads in manhwa.

Navier

6/10, I absolutely hate her writting and has devolved into a mary sue who only reacts to everything around her while her mass of supporters never shut up about great she is. Her synopsis claiming her as someone who loves all her subjects gets contradicted when its shown she doesnt really care about the slaves.

BUT in season 1 she wasn't bad, I liked her resolve and it was when she actually cared for her people, I feel like if we got to see a clear backstory beyond "she wasn't allowed outside when she studied to be empress" I would understand her total apathy more.

Ariande

7/10, I adore villains, especially villainous protagonists and at first I liked the idea she wouldn't be any better than her family but still had a soft spot for Arabella, she loses a few points because it turns out she's excused for killing people before in the name of "love" and is viewed as someone who can do no wrong.

Adelaide

10/10, she's like Navier but better, she has more noticeable flaws and while she is a kick ass warrior during the tower arcs she still is human and can't always take it alone without consequences, she acknowledges Diane's struggles and makes an effort not to be her enemy and is proof that you dont need to make FL overpowered gods to be strong women. A beautifully made FL in a underrated story

Robellia

1/10, She doesn't divorce her husband despite the title literally being "I will divorce my tyrant husband." But that's more of a problem in most other manhwa. She's too much of a perfect epic goddess for me and most of all she does the whole "buying all the slaves but giving them a home." to make her look even better, what is with manhwa and inserting slavery for no other reason other than to make the FL look better?

Arianna

0/10, there is nothing good about her. Other than being a mary sue and a personality that only revolves around the latest sexy man, she legit forces another guy to join her haram by threatening diplomatic war on his kingdom and bodyshames her fiance but all of a sudden wants him more than ever when he loses weight, it took a random chick being inserted with a 🍇ist persona to make her look "better."

Yerenica

6/10, in any other story, this girl would've been despised by the fandom for being a homewreaker/pick me. She gives me so much second hand embarrassment but she's not terrible, I actually really like her design too. Not a fan of the kidnapper-hostage relationship she and the ML have though.

Pereshati

10/10, the best one here. She feels so much more human than the others on this list, she's got flaws, a relationship with the ML Therdeo that has both realistic progression, blunders, but overall healthy love, she also has relationships outside of her husband which I really love, I actually get scared for her when shes in danger instead of the usual "oh great, heres the typical kidnapping trope", a great motherly FL

Hestia

5/10 I will be easy on her since I just started reading my derelict favorite but I've only heard bad things about it through spoilers so I don't have much hope, also girl, please acknowledge that just because your favorite character did it for love doesn't mean he's absolved for murdering 2 people, thank you

Edith

9/10, my 3rd favorite on this list. You do not know how happy I was when instead of immediately viewing Rhyse as a rival to defeat, she was actually nice to her and the chapters of them were so sweet, she even acknowledges that it isn't anyone's fault for acting out but the author who is pulling the strings.

Layla

8/10, I feel so bad for this poor girl. For some reason I noticed on reddit and tiktok that she's getting hate for not standing up to herself or just not being the usual "girlboss" protagonist, did it not occur that she cant do much to a duke!? Layla deserves so much better and she needs to be far away from Matthias, I don't care if it's "dark romance" he is torturing her for his own pleasure.

[mangoposts]

chris seems like such a greedy person when it comes to sex. like hear me out!! he wants to put your needs before his and he wants to make sure you cum before him, but he can’t help just fucking into you so hard right as he’s about to cum. like “i’m so sorry ma.. i didn’t mean to” he’s panting and leaving soft kisses on your collarbone. he obviously makes up by eating you out until your shaking and crying. though i don’t see it happening every time (i’d leave his ass so quick) but like from time to time.

or

also eating you out for his own pleasure. he’s begging to make you cum just once on his tongue and then you can get back to whatever you were doing (which usually you don’t and y’all fuck for hours) “please ma, just one and then i’ll leave you alone yeah?” again you let him bc who wouldn’t ?!

or

when you guys are cuddling and he’s laying on your chest, best believe he’ll have his face in your titties at some point through the night. either leaving sloppy and needy kisses indicating that he wants to fuck or sucking on your titties bc he knows it’ll get you going but also bc he just loves your titties.

or

we all established that chris is an ass man he’s constantly grabbing your ass. doesnt care who’s around and doesn’t care who sees. at times it’ll be sweet and nothing crazy and others he’ll be full on rubbing his hard-on on your ass to get his point across.

as i have 🎀

- 📌

YEEEEEEHOOOOOOOOOO MEOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

[lemmetreatya]

BABES, DILF ONYANKOPAN PLS...

OHHHHHH OF COURSE!! ANYTHING FOR YOU SCHNOOKUMS!!

content: very soft, suggestive tones

dilf!onyankopon is a loving father to his kids and a beautifully affectionate husband to you. hes such a family oriented man and genuinely finds pleasure in working hard to provide for his family. 

dilf!onyankopon whos sometimes away for long times because of his work as a pilot, but he’s always making an effort to make up for his time away. 

dilf!onyankopon who loves setting up anything from pools to trampolines to swings to slides for the kids. he doesnt consider himself a handy man but give him a set of instructions or a youtube video and he works it out just fine. he will also not think twice about joining in with them when they ask him to.

“daddy, come play with us!” 

the loud giggles of children have been ringing within the backyard all day but its now that his oldest daughter calls out to him that he’s suddenly alerted by the call. 

“want me to come and beat you guys again, huh?” he grins widely. not that he cared about participating much, but its you he turns and gives a look to. 

can I? his eyes silently ask and you can only roll your eyes before nodding your head in their direction with a thick smile. 

“just make sure nobody come to me crying bout a pulled back or bumped head.”

dilf!onyankopon who absolutely will not mind throwing down onto the bbq. will take every opportunity to call the boys and their families round for a grill up as soon as there’s even a GLIMPSE OF SUN. uses the “Ive got everything but ____” trick on his friends so that he can get away with them all bringing the extra items and him just supplying the meat 💀💀💀

dilf!onyankopon likes letting you have moderate reign over his money. he isnt too fussed about what you spend it on but best believe he demands to see specific things that you buy. not so he can keep tabs, but so he can see how good things look on you.  

Onyankopon (ICE): Show me. 

You: show you what?

Onyankopon (ICE): Don’t try play with me. 

Onyankopon (ICE): Whatever you got at the lingerie store. I want to see. 

You: HOW????

You: you cctv’ing me now?! 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

Onyankopon (ICE): Bank notifications. 

Onyankopon (ICE): Now show me. I’m getting impatient. 

Onyankopon (ICE): Attachment 3

You: shiiiit???

Onyankopon (ICE): Exactly. So don’t keep me waiting. 

Onyankopon (ICE): Please. 

dilf!onyankopon whos a massive lover about the food you cook him. will never fail to compliment you on what you cook for him and is greatly appreciative of when you do. goes out his way to promote the kids to do the same

dilf!onyankopon who is absolutely infatuated with you regardless of your state — or his state, for that matter.

“how did i ever get so lucky with you?” 

the man continues to pepper kisses over your face. his main target is your lips but he seems to miss that spot occasionally. however, you’re careful not to push him away or act in opposition to his affection. drunk dilf!onyankopon a sappy man once upset. 

“baby, please go to sleep.” you whine once his mouth is off yours. 

“but i love you!” he says through a pout. “do you not love me too?”

“onyankopon, i love you too much to comprehend, but right now you’re wine drunk and need to go to sleep. you have work in the morning.” 

you place a hand lightly on his head and try lower him back down onto his own pillow but dilf!onyankopon makes a sound of resistance before springing upwards. 

“but im not tired! i have so much energy! with you by my side, i could conquer the world!”

“oh really?” you say with a raised eyebrow. “well, since you’ve got enough energy to conquer the world, you could start at home by mowing the lawn.”

as soon as you say those words, dilf!onyankopon suddenly plops his head onto the pillow, his cheek squished against it. 

“awe man, i feel so sleepy…” he fake yawns. 

[ludinusdaleth]

i havent seen anyone else really post about him even if we all seem to think he's badass as hell (pun intended), so it's my duty to: teven could easily become one of the most interesting & complex c3 characters soon, and i am deeply excited.

conceptually, he's already a treat; one of asmodeus's biggest champions whose vices lead him to bind a pact with fearne, utterly unaware of what hes getting into. he thinks this will secure him & asmodeus power with fae royalty, only for fearne to thrust him into a situation where he is not only given the hunt of his life against a demon - asserting himself as an ultimate legend of all devils, which should be a dream - but instantly after is caught up in the biggest conspiracy against the gods - against his god - with proof.

teven is a devil in all his details - he values bloodlust & dark pleasure through pacts that others are caught in, through his honeyed words. it wasnt angelic of him to take fearne into the wings of the hells by kissing her hand with a seal of his lord's crest. but it interests me how, when he realized fearne didnt know the details of this pact, he not only explained what it entailed plainly, but encouraged her not to utilize it until she was sure she could handle losing a part of herself, which he could presently tell she couldn't. he is practically hungry with lust (of power and more), especially from fearne, but wanted her to know what she would benefit & lose from using this.... and thats frankly more than almost any other power source has done. he barely knows fearne but takes it upon himself to gruffly defend & include her whenever possible. it strikes me that teven has a code of honor. i mean, he should, as a paladin, but his is clear enough he would undermine his god (whom he clearly still loves) and burn the world if it meant assuring a woman he just met - who he should by all means completely manipulate - is safe.

with that code of honor that even undercuts his lord in mind, the group that will bear witness to the secrets that divinity hid consists of the bells, ludinus, essek... and him. no one asked him to follow ludinus to the occultus thalamus. matt should have forgotten him, juggling his 8 players as well as the world shaking villain of the campaign (and his once-protégé). but matt pointedly brought him in, last to enter. he is bearing witness to something his god would hate him ever knowing. of his own free will. (and if there's one thing we know, asmodeus is not fond of much free will at all.)

teven has only been present in 3 episodes so far; we dont know every detail about him, or what he will do in the future. but his setup and every implication around him is fascinating; it is hard not to hunger for his reaction to aeor's truth, not just because of him, but because of the ever-looming burden of history behind him, of zerxus chained away by asmodeus as avalir falls, of the way a fae & devil together are witnessing the worst of calamity when their people once allied to allow it. teven can see through smoke & mirrors; he knows that asmodeus is "shaken", that the gods are more familial than they want to admit. what else will he bluntly see in the memories he's about to witness? will he care about the mortals slaughtered for the crime of hubris & knowledge (especially with the theories he is a cambion, half human)? even if he doesnt care for the mortal suffering... what will he take out of actual proof of the gods uniting as one - to hide something fundamental from their followers? from him?

[oryou-condred]

i think floyd would really make a perfect vampire. i think he hits all the general tropes right (indulgence, power, danger, angst) without feeling like we need to change too much from his canon form

like... indulgence. right. boy just wants to do interesting things for the rest of his life. now he gets literal immortality to indulge in everything he ever wanted to do with the privilege of seeing what else humanity gets to offer for the rest of eternity. and without the pressure to participate in society he would just have zero reason to care about the consequences. like what are you going to do if he wants to see you beaten up? the dude is a vampire. as a human he didnt care and as a vampire he cares even less

he is already rich in canon so this aspect of power is covered and now he gets the built in aspects of vampirism (which can be pretty damn op) without the need to necessarily train his magic to do it. also im assuming that in a world where vampires exist they have their own things going on and i doubt floyd would accept anything less than "comfortable position where people cant tell you shit"

danger is pretty self explanatory. nobody messes with him in canon where he has a beating heart and mortality as a problem, imagine what would happen if he can just come back from the death because thats just what vampires do. he would be killing himself with sunlight just to give you some trauma (because its funny). he would use the fact human society cannot hurt him as a way to hurt you (because what are you going to call the police? lmao even). and i cannot stress this enough: the boy has the superpowers of a vampire by his side. volatile person who alternates between a bored kid and an adult that knows exactly what it wants and exactly how to get it

and of course the angst of being a vampire. floyd might have all the time in the world to indulge in every pleasure but it also means he will often be stuck waiting for something interesting to happen. if he already has problems with boredom at age 17 imagine at age 517. vampires have a hard time with suicide so i imagine he would just be a tiger pacing around in his cage desperate for any stimulation and it drives him crazy bc he has seen everything and yet it not enough. not to mention that being a vamp might bring benefits but also straight up locks him out of certain experiences. maybe he wouldnt give a fuck about said experiences usually (he doesnt strike me as the type of person who would care too much about the experience of growing old) but after 400 years he is just left wondering with his 5000000 hours of free time what does it feel like to just live a human life. shame he doesnt even remember it

TLDR: floyd is a good vampire :)

[endennnope]

Out of curiosity, out of their D/s dynamic, what else is freakiest about their intimate time? The dynamic itself is already a good layer, but I'm curious about what else they would enjoy or have tried! You've talked about overstim and mirrors before, so there is some more layers of kink to them, would you mind sharing them?

THIS TURNED LONG sorry, im putting the tl dr here and the full ramble UTC:

tl;dr: d/s and saran being gentle in tone and care, even during punishment or rougher sex, praise kink, bondage (rope and mental), body worship and biting (vika fantasies of being even closer to saran by being consumed), eye contact/watching, saran instructing vika how to touch himself, overstim/edging. hard limits: neglect/ignoring vika, degradation

theyre the kind of couple that are open and would try out anything i guess, saran even more so and roping vika in but never pushing him into things if he knows vika is not 100% sure or comfortable

i did mention a few times saran is a soft dom; it doesnt mean hes a soft boy (tm) who would never be rough or punish, some ppl tend to mistake this kinda thing or think that every dom (soft or hard) are the same

sarans overall tone and handling is more gentle. he doesnt yell at vika, never calls him dirty names, doesnt degrade him. he doesnt punish him harshly if he doesnt do as instructed; he doesnt tell vika to behave or put him back into his place. he silently keeps track of every false move or disobedient behavior, makes vika think about it and later, he acts

saran is kind and gentle, always collected and calm and always praising vika even when hes punishing him or fucking him silly. he loves praising vika and calling him sweet names, as much as vika loves being praised. vika eats up all of his attention, all his sweet words, even if its embarrassing ones (they make him run hot). also as mentioned, saran enjoys worshiping vikas body and biting him (hes careful not to cause serious harm or wounds with his teeth) - vika loves it as well (smth smth his need to be consumed and kept close to saran)

bondage, both ropes (saran is rlly good at the art of rope bondage) and mental bondage is a huge HUGE part in their intimate time bc of vika enjoying pressure and submitting/putting himself into sarans hands. it puts him in such a relaxed, obedient state and knowing hes all tied up/restrained and open for saran to see turns him on a lot. he loves being instructed and taken care of by saran, having all his attention

speaking of attention, saran loves looking into vikas eyes esp so when hes deep into subspace (which is safer for vika too since hes not tempted to stare back then, as usual)

saran always puts vikas pleasure over his own and most often doesnt even put it in. smth he likes to do often is to instruct vika while watching him

he doesnt push vika too far or forces him into things; he can read vika so well and knows whats possible and what isnt. since vika is so sensitive, overstimulation and edging is also a big thing as i mentioned before and saran overwhelms him, pushes him as far as he knows vika can handle and take. saran is always "too much in the right way". he knows what vika wants and desires, knows when he wants it sweet and slow and when he wants it harder

a big no/hard limits are things like neglect or degradation. saran would never take his eyes off vika or ignore him; he would also never degrade him in any way or use harsh words. vika cant handle such things

sorry my answer turned out long and idk if its all over the place, its hard to describe it well what is so vivid and clear in my head AHKAJSBCKJ

[softpascalito]

Agent Ortega x Reader - Agents dont have favorites

Summary: Special Agent Ortega visits the Emerald Palace occasionally. Somehow, the woman tending to the horses is more intersting to him than those tending to the men. When he stays away for a while and things go south for her, he comes back to find something that he doesnt like.

aka its emotional but also they fuck.

Relationships: Agent Ortega x FemReader

WC: 2600

Tags/Warnings: Creator chose not to use Archive Warnings, The Sixth Gun, Agent Ortega x Reader, Implied/Refered Non-Con (Off-Screen, Time-Period typical), Hurt/Comfort, No use of y/n, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Creampie, Prostitution, Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex, yes i wrote p*rn about an unaired pilot ep from 2013 so what

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Notes: hello loves! what can i say, i saw a new pedro pascal cowboy character and i felt things.

here are said things written down.

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Agents don't have favorites. They breeze through Brimstone occasionally, their sole focus on their mission and occasionally getting down in the Emerald Palace after finishing said mission.

They can't afford to get attached, to care too deeply about someone. Especially not girls working in a brothel.

Agent Ortega has a favorite. 

It had developed over time, starting when you had tended to the run-down stables behind the palace, feeding and cleaning the horses for their owners. The pay had barely been enough to afford the small room you shared with three other girls.

The Agent had never been charitable but he had taken to finding you during the evening chores and slipping you some money when he'd been in town, always claiming it was to make sure his horse got the best possible care. You had believed it for a while until you had noticed the way he looked at you. Still, he had never made any real advances towards you, unlike other men who simply could not understand that you were paid to take care of the horses and not their own needs.

But even with the occasional support from him, the money had run out and after another offer that promised the pay equal to a week's worth of feeding horses for two hours with a man- you had finally given in, telling yourself that it would only be this once, just to get by until payday.

It hadn't been once. 

Instead, you have adapted to a new routine, returning to the bar after your chores and waiting for a man to approach, both dreading and waiting for one of those sleazy hookup lines that always led to the same thing. It has become routine, the way you agree on a price and then lead them upstairs. It has become routine to lock the door. It has become routine to try and scrub yourself clean afterwards. It never works.

Agent Ortega has not been in for the better half of a year. But when he steps into the parlor of the Emerald Palace, the memories immediately come back and he takes in the smell of whiskey, cheap perfume and dried cum. He uses one hand to open his jacket as he looks around, taking in the few familiar faces in the crowd, girls he has seen spread out on the sheets below him and that he has never thought of again.

You can see, from the way he walks, that he's here for pleasure and not business, a slight bounce in his step as he clearly considers his option, pondering if he should start with a whiskey to relax a bit. He's been in the stables already but he couldn't find you and assumed you'd left, remembering distantly how you'd told him on his last visit that you'd been trying to save up, trying to get out of Brimstone for good.

He didn't have the heart to tell you that it wouldn't get better in other towns.

They were all the same.

As he takes a few steps into the establishment, he smiles at the girls around him and winks at one, who instantly tries her luck and approaches him, running her hand over the front of his shirt. You can't hear what she says but it must be some variation of the hookup lines the men use because Ortega smirks for a moment, turning his head a little to the side.

And then he spots you. 

The reaction is imminent as his face falls and he shakes the girl off, heading straight towards the corner that you're huddled in. Worry fills him as he gets closer and with every step, it gets worse as he notices your thin, hunched over form, eyes puffy and highlighted by the dark circles under them. The toll the last few months have taken on you is painfully visible, especially compared to the picture he had stored away in the back of his mind, that he had drawn up on lonely nights to keep him company.

He seems to be by your side in an instant, whispering your name as he kneels in front of you, gently reaching out to touch your leg as he gazes up at you. The look in your eyes scares him more than anything.

A sudden suspicion hits him then and you can tell by the way his eyes wander up and down your body, taking in the tight dress you're wearing, that he knows. He knows what has changed.

You try and avoid looking at him, lowering your eyes, too afraid of what you'll find in his gaze. It doesn't make sense, technically. After all, you had to watch him walk up the wooden stairs with a bunch of different girls, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy you felt each time it happened.

“You're not-” He starts softly, his voice gentle and you shake your head quickly:” Please don't. Don't make me say it.” You beg silently, feeling the tears rising in your eyes.

He shifts slightly, leaning a little lower to look at you and his face hardens a bit. He is painfully aware that this is not the place to discuss this.

“How much?” He simply asks and at that you finally look up, slightly shocked at the sudden implication:” What?” Your voice sounds breathless and a small tear rolls down your cheek. He has to try his hardest to not reach out and wipe it away. Not yet, at least.

“How much? For the night?”

You stutter the price, eyes still wide as you look down at him:” But I don't want-”

This time it's he who cuts you off and gently reaches for your hand, tugging until you get up and follow his lead.

As you ascend the stairs, the steps of your routine start taking over. You try to push your emotions away, focusing on everything but. The sounds from the kitchen below, the wooden stairs creaking slightly under the Agent's steps, the way your hand still rests in his.

He steers you into a room gently. By the time the door closes behind you, your brain is in full autopilot. You turn the lock with a swift motion, the sound immediately making your body slump slightly, like it too has memorized what's about to happen.

Your hands are already on his belt when his own hands join them and for a moment you distantly wonder if he is the type who can't wait, who is always too eager- and then, in a gentle motion, he wraps his finger around yours, keeping them safely in his grip as he lowers his arms. When you look up at him, the only thing you can find in his soft, brown eyes is fear. Fear over what had happened while he had been gone. There is a hint of anger too, but you immediately understand that it is not directed towards you. 

Agent Ortega looks sad. And it breaks your heart, knowing that you're the sole reason for it.

“You don't have to do that. Not with me.” He says quietly, his voice shaking slightly as he lightly moves his thumb over your fingers, caressing them. His gaze remains on you and after a moment of silence he speaks again:” Life hasn't been treating you well, has it?”

That's all it takes for you to crumble and suddenly, the autopilot is off, the routine you have perfected broken and you all but throw yourself into his arms as the tears spill out of your eyes, small sobs shaking your body and you escape the grip of his hands to wrap your arms around him. He pulls you in.

“I should've been there.” He mumbles silently, burying his nose in your hair as he brings one hand up to stroke it, tangling his fingers between the strands. It takes a while until you manage to catch your breath, using the back of your hand to wipe the last tears off your cheeks:” I should get back.”

Your voice is shaking and it's a whisper- but his reaction is not lessened by it. His brows furrow slightly and he decidedly shakes his head:” Absolutely not. Besides, I told you I'd pay for the night.”

“But you just said we didn't have to- '' You try to protest but he doesn't budge:” I know what I said. I'm paying for the night regardless. In fact, let me pay you for the whole week.” 

After a moment, he adds, a little more quietly:” I don't want them touching you again.”

You look at him for a moment, your gaze wandering from his eyes down to his lips and a few seconds later, you're kissing him like your life depends on it. You press your body against his and for the first time in your life, you are trembling out of desire instead of fear.

You both lose yourself in the kiss for a moment and he takes a few steps back without your lips breaking contact until the back of his knees hit the bed and he sits down, pulling you with him so that you're sitting on his lap, your dress riding up slightly as you spread your legs.

After a few more seconds, his lips leave yours and he studies your face as he catches his breath:”Are you sure about this? I'll pay you no matter what.”

You shake your head softly and finally, a small smile appears on your lips:” I'm sure. I- Please, believe me.”

The internal conflict plays out on his face for you to witness. He doesn't want to hurt you, doesn't want to be like those men, doesn't want to take advantage. But something about the way you look at him tells him that you're telling the truth:” Okay.” He mumbles and his hand brushes over your cheek before wandering down your neck and then down your body as he leans forward again, placing little trails of kisses all over your face. 

His lips are softer than you expected and you shiver as his mustache tickles at your skin when he places a kiss on your nose and then on each of your eyelids.

A strong hand settles at your back for support as you feel the other one slowly inching up your thigh under your dress, drawing an impatient noise from you as he takes his time. Eventually, the tips of his fingers find the thin cotton panties you're wearing and, in a stark contrast to the slow movements from before, he suddenly speeds up, pulling them towards himself and ripping them off your body.

You gasp slightly, opening your mouth to protest as he chuckles lowly:” I'll buy you new ones, sugar.”

His rough finger finds the soft skin between your legs, running over your folds and circling around them for a few moments before slowly pushing in, parting your wet heat for him. He watches you closely, the way your breath hitches in your throat when he curls his hand just the right way, paying attention to your reactions to make his mental notes. 

He adds a second finger, slowly moving them in and out until your breathing is ragged and you lean into him, whimpering as your breasts almost spill out of your dress. The hand that has been supporting your back gently finds the front of your dress and pushes it down until it pools around your middle, revealing your bare breasts to him and he squeezed them slightly while still moving his other hand in and out of you, sucking in a breath at the way you clench around him:” You're perfect, you know that?”

Your own impatient hands soon find his shirt, pulling open the buttons and pushing it open so that his bare chest is exposed. His badge falls to the floor but neither of you can bring yourself to care. 

Eagerly, you trace a finger down his belly, following the small trail of hair that leads into his pants until you find his already half open belt. This time, neither of you stop as you fumble until it springs open and you can already see how tight his pants are under your touch.

When you pull it out, his cock is already hard and leaking and you stroke it a few times, marveling at the way the foreskin ripples back and forth with your movements. The dark hair at the base tickles your hand and you bring your other hand down to squeeze his balls slightly, drawing a breathless moan from the Agent's lips.

After a few moments, he pulls his fingers out of you, which has you whining at the loss but then you feel his hands flying to your hips and he lifts you up easily, pushing your dress the rest of the way up before slowly lowering you onto his cock.

You let out a high-pitched whine as you feel him filling you, thick and hard and you silently thank him for preparing you with his fingers.

“It's okay, I got you.” He mumbles, whispering soft praise into your ear until he's all the way inside of you, your bodies flush against each other. You hear him take a breath, clearly forcing himself to hold back and you nudge him softly, silently letting him know that he can move.

He does and the slight discomfort gives way to pleasure as he slowly buries himself in your heat again and again. It feels so different - He feels so different - from all the men you've been with that it makes you want to cry with the revelation.

“You okay?” He mumbles again and you nod, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you beg:” Harder, please.”

Agent Ortega silently obeys, changing his angle so that he is hitting your cervix with each thrust and you almost yell at the glorious feeling that starts forming in your stomach as your fingers dig into his skin.

“Come on, darlin. Come for me. Just for me .” 

You whimper as your climax hits you seemingly out of nowhere and you can hear him curse under his breath as he quickly tries to pull out of you.

“Please don't-” You whimper silently and he looks at you, face somewhere between pleasure and surprise before he gives in, letting your muscles draw him back inside as you clench down on him, drawing out both your orgasms.

He looks down and moans your name at the sight of his seed spilling out of you and running down the base of his cock, that is slowly starting to soften inside of you.

Later, after he has cleaned you up, you are in his arms, your naked limbs entangled in between the sheets. He is stroking your hair slowly, occasionally leaning down to give in to the sweet promise of another kiss.

“Maybe I should take you with me. Back to Santa Fe.” He mumbles and you sigh softly, pressing your hand against his chest:” And why would you do that?”

He stays quiet. When you realize that there is no response coming, you raise your head a bit, glancing up at his face. His eyes are soft as he looks at you in a way you don't think anyone else ever has.

You answer your own question.

“ You care about me .”

He gives the tiniest of nods, smiling a little as he leans down and kisses your forehead softly.

”Get some sleep. I'll be here in the morning.”

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notes: thank you for reading! feel free to leave me a comment if you want more agent ortega or if you want to give some feedback. love you all <3

[sedimentarylesbian]

helluva shorts; mission antartica spoilers

the new helluva boss short is... sigh.

now, i like the shorts, but also theyre not advertised as being part of the main show, when clearly they are plot relevant? we see blitzø has the crystal and is "still figuring it out." what i dont understand is why these shorts need to exist if the point is to flesh out things, they seem equivalent to filler episodes with plot relevant things inside and that just seems like a really bad writing move.

second of all the humor is, once again, absolutely garbage. so the penguins are evil because slurs. very funny. i totally laughed at that (obvious sarcasm is obvious.) i didnt mind the whole "moxxie is good at sex because he has a committed relationship" thing, its actually decently funny to make fun of the fact blitzø gets around yet has little actual skill, vs moxxie who spends all his time with one woman. i do not feel like its a diss on people who sleep around but rather a peek into the fact blitzø thinks more about himself during intimate relationships than the other person, which makes sense given his personality and kind of being forced to only care about himself (despite hating himself, he also has 0 trust in others so he focuses on his own pleasure vs theirs, because he doesnt expect it to be returned in the first place.)

the short was cute, but just terribly lacking and i fail to see its purpose to exist, even solely for entertainment.

[allisluv]

hihi! i was wondering if you could maybe take any eddie roundtree requests? like a a fluff and/or smu alphabet? there’s such little content out there for him and it’s killing me bc i’m so fixated on him 😭😭

thank you for your request anon! i’m gonna make a start on the sfw alphabet asap <3

cw: nsfw, fem!reader, not proofread but what’s new

A = aftercare (what they're like after sex):

eddie is spent after sex. he'll wash you down with a warm cloth and thats about as far as he goes. but in saying that, he traces patterns into the skin of your back and whispers sweet nothings until you both doze off.

B= body part (favourite body part of theirs and thei partners):

eddie plays the guitar so i think it's only natural that his favourite body part is his hands. he likes that he has you falling apart on his fingers in a matter of seconds.

eddie is a boob man. whether they're itty bitty or the size of watermelons, he doesnt care. he's constantly squeezing and leaving hickeys there.

C = anything to do with cum:

eddie likes to coat your chest with thick, hot ropes of his cum.

D = dirty secret:

sex is very much about control for eddie. he loves being dominant (which i think stems from how little control he has in the band but that's another issue for another day) and he loves seeing your squirm and beg underneath him.

E = (experience how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?):

i know eddie acts like a playboy but i honestly think he has his first time pretty late for his age (which is not a bad thing at all!). he fumbles his way through it the first time but your pleasure is always his number one priority, even if he doesn't know what hes doing. he's a quick learner, though. that's all i'm gonna say!

F= favourite position:

eddie likes when you ride him because he has a perfect view of your tits bouncing. he's not picky though— so long as you're close, he doesn't care.

G= goofy (are they more serious or humourous?):

eddie is a sucker for giggly sex and he will do anything he can to make you laugh, even if at times it's at his own expense.

H= hair (how well groomed are they? do the curtains match the drapes?):

eddie's not a fan of shaving down there. call it the rockband lifestyle but he just doesn't strike me as someone who takes time out of his day to do it. he trims it once a month to keep it tamed but that's about it.

I= intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantic aspects):

eddie likes when sex is romantic. on your anniversery or your birthday, he goes all out with rose petals and champagne bottles. he worships you on a daily basis and that extends into the bedroom too.

J= jackoff (masturbation headcanon):

eddie prefers your hald over his own and thats the god honest truth— that’s one of the perks of you coming on tour with him.

K = kinks (one or more of their kinks):

eddie has a breeding kink and no i will not be elaborating. it just makes sense. i think he likes edging you and overstimulation, too, but he's just too soft-hearted to deny you for that long. he likes when you pull on his curls as well.

L= location (where do they like to have sex?):

eddie likes the risk of being caught, so he loves fucking you on the tour bus with the door unlocked and in an empty studio.

M = motivation (what turns them on?):

this is a bit specific but if you're a singer, he finds it super hot how you grip the mic stand between your hands. he can't help but hike your skirt up backstage and shove his tongue down your throat.

N= no (things he won't do):

its cliche but eddie won't do anfthing that hurts you. its just a major turn off for him.

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill etc):

i think eddie has a preference for receiving but he loves loves loves giving as well!! he knows what to do with his tongue too if you know what i mean

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc):

eddie prefers drawing your orgasm out but if he's had a rough or stressful day in work (otherwise known as billy getting on every single one of his nerves) then he'll fuck you into the mattress like it's the last time he's ever going to get to touch you.

Q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often etc):

eddie loves quickies. he'll pull your skirt up to your hips and fuck you in an empty closet just to see how quickly he can make you cum. he tries not to make them a regular occurrence but they do happen a couple of times a month.

R = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?):

eddie's pretty much open to trying anything within both yours and his boundaries. he's an exhibitionist so he's known for taking risks that could get you caught in the act.

S = stanima (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

eddie can go for hours without getting tired. this man is made out of steel when it comes to sex and he can last for just as long.

T = toys (do they use toys? on a partner or on themselves?):

eddie's pretty old school when it comes to toys. he prefers doing everything himself and knowing that he's the one who is making you feel good. he's not opposed to trying new things, though, and i think he'd like it more than he lets on.

U = unfair (how much they like to tease):

eddie loves whispering dirty things in your ear right before you're about to go on stage just because he knows your panties will be sopping wet by the time you're finished your set list. he'll always give you what you want by the end of the night though.

V = volume (how loud are they? what kind of sounds do they make?):

eddie groans and grunts when he's fucking you. he's shameless when it comes to talking you through your orgasm too.

W = wild card (a random headcanon):

he sometimes uses his belt to tie your hands to the headboard

X = x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes):

i'd say he's around five inches but he makes up for it in girth

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

eddie's like a fucking animal when it comes to sex. he could take you a couple times a day and still be hard.

Z = zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep?):

because eddie can last so long, he's typically exhausted after sex. he washes you down and makes sure you're comfortable before the two of you cuddle and fall asleep to a movie playing in the background

[akunya]

utapri anon (again)

i don't have much this time i'd just like to ask your opinion on the baby my strawberry duo ... i have so many thoughts ab them

“good kitty!”

pairings: camus x m!reader x ren

summary: hitting the jackpot with two lovely boys to call your own!

tw: fluff, overstimulation, cuddling, dubcon. hate sex, petplay, cum eating, jealousy, bdsm, etc. dom/sub undertones.

notes: they’re actually my favorites, so here’s some little thoughts on them. probably terribly ooc but i don’t care.

ren is the most doting, caring boyfriend a guy like you could ask for. while camus has his own ways in taking care of you, ren is the perfect mix of physical and spoken affection.

chaste little kisses on your skin before you have to leave for the day. ren whispers sweet nothings into your ear as he wraps his arms around you, and while sometimes his affection can be overbearing, he can’t help it! he loves the way you become so flustered when he comments on how cute you are, the array of petnames making camus cringe.

however, camus will try his best to step up to the title of being your partner. while he can’t serenade you in tangents about his undying love like ren, he most definitely tries to make your day easier by acts of service. taking you where you need to go, cleaning, errands — if he notices youre especially burnt out, let the prince take care of you for a bit.

ren cant help but smile when he sees you in camus’s arms, sleeping soundly. his hold on you is a bit firm, but not uncomfortable. a gentle reminder that he’s there, rubbing little circles into your skin and watching you rest. it’s hard for him to admit it, but you make his heart flutter a bit more than he would like.

of course, i am desperate for these two, so onto the nsfw portion.

considering that in this situation you’re getting them as a duo, be prepared for LOTS of overstimulation. ive seen some people write ren as more vanilla and turned off by anything dubious, but i have to disagree. once he sees how ethereal you look completely fucked out and sobbing in pleasure, ren isn’t going to stop pounding into you anytime soon — neither is camus.

i cant see camus ever letting you on top, but ren doesnt mind- just know he's going to tease you the entire time you try and move your hips. at some point, it feels embarassing, sniffling in rens neck and whining about how good it feels. "aw, do you need some help, baby?" you cant find it in yourself to be upset when he makes fun of how you cum too fast inside of him, instead begging for him to take control. the closest you're getting to camus bottoming is him letting you eat his ass, and that's already a long conversation before he hesitantly agrees..

camus introduces you and ren both to some new bdsm elements whenever you all get frisky with eachother. the blonde loves to have his ego stroked, and when he puts a thick collar on your neck attached to a heavy leash, his cock is throbbing from the power trip it gives him. he doesn’t have to worry about being too mean, something he’s secretly insecure about ever since you three became a couple, so scenes like this are a perfect outlet.

camus is indifferent to petplay, but ren is all over the idea. “who’s a good kitty, hm? that’s right, you are. such a pretty boy.” he practically purrs in your ear, nails scratching at your scalp. camus scoffs in response, yanking your leash closer to your bowl — you’re a cat, aren’t you? “go on, lick up your reward, y/n. there’s more where that came from.”

god, ill pray for you if you ever managed to tick them off. camus is already a bit scary on his own, so if he’s having a bad day or you two get into a nasty argument, his solution is to just fuck the apologies out of you. nothing sounds more sincere then you constantly screaming you’re “sorry” as he makes your poor little dick cum over and over. there’s always a safeword, but most of the time your brain is too dizzy to try and get him to stop.

while ren wouldn’t normally take his anger out on you, i like to think he’s a jealous man. go ahead, flirt with another member of starish or any unit in front of him and see where it gets you. you’ll regret your choices when you see him slip a nice, tight cock ring onto your dick before he breeds you like a bitch in heat. brats don’t deserve to cum, and you havent been on your best behavior today, have you?

all in all, a very nice duo to have. if you can handle the whiplash of an overly flirty boyfriend to a stoic borderline asshole, then they’re perfect for you.

[cain-e-brookman]

OC Seven Deadly Sins Tag

Thanks for the tag @eternalwritingstudent

what if i did this for one entire character? what if it was a character from Super Secret Project 2024? what if i don't even tell you this characters name?

anyway. [i] has enough sin in him to fill this whole game so without further ado

Pride: [i] may seem shameless and never above debasing himself to get what he wants, but he believes this makes him special. he's far more ruthless, cunning, devoted to his cause, to even be on the same playing field as the rest of the rogue's gallery he's lumped with. if anyone in this godforsaken city wants to get on his level, he'd gladly meet them at the top, but only to push them back where they belong: under his boot

Envy: other people have friends, other people have families, [i] wanted those at one point. wanted to feel like he belonged. even though he's long given up the ghost, realized he broke the mold too thoroughly to ever find kinship anywhere, it doesn't mean he doesnt sometimes allow himself to long for what he never had. and despise the people he sees squander that loyalty.

Wrath: anyone who has done business with [i] would laugh you out of the room if you said he had an ounce of bad temper in him. he doesn't care enough about anything. it's an easy mistake to make. call him a liar to his face, though. that wrath is only seen by a person in their last moments.

Sloth: "i don't do commissions" "people die every day and that's not on my report card either" "why would i do something? i'm a neutral party." "i'm selling weapons to all sides; i don't care who's using them. as long as they pay me their dues"

Greed: although he seems like he doesn't exactly care about the finer things in life, he hoards other people's secrets like a dragon with gold and he's hard pressed to part with them. unless...you have something juicier?

Gluttony: glutton in the sense of excess. his vices are innumerable, and likely to shorten his life and probably the lives of those around him. life's too short and too painful to not drown yourself in pleasure when you can.

Lust: in his own words, "sex is for leverage or making babies," so he's not exactly lusting after the flesh. there is something, though. something he's been after for a long, long time. and he will do anything it takes to get it.

tagging @topazadine @skullduggeryandfilibuster @illarian-rambling and anyone else seeing this!

[skybristle]

more sparks please. girl what happened to you and do i have to kill anyone

rbs > likes

These two. dw shes already fucking them up. hashtag feminism! [they are also both women]

these two n what they do to her [i wont go fully into it but just elaborae since i already summarized it here in my post abt maw but]. yeah. When she was constructed she was a very ambitious iterator and very. jittery and eager to help her kind and very very radiant. probably the perfect iterator!

of course.... as ive probably heavily alluded to ash is a POS ! as her senior, and the only one in their group at the time, she looks to him for guidance and feels so terrible finding out how fucked up he is with his own colony and how he is struggling to bear it [he IS depressed and chronically ill however also just. has zero accoutnability or responsibility whatsoever and refuses to recongize his mistakes ever or consider his actions beyond what he receives from them] so of course as they fall for eachther and she helps him shoulder his burden he simply takes it for granted and does little to return the favor. its soo unbalanced and unhealthy but sparks is just trying and trying because god !! she wants to be good !! she wants to help people !!! so fucking bad!!!

but shes left bleeding alone, in an overextended structure as they operate on her while shes awake, overclocking her systems and sendinf electricity like lightning down her puppet, he basically messages maw Once to try and get her to knock it off before falling back into his patter nof laziness like welp! did what i can do ! and has the audacity to whine to sparks about feeling inadequate. and she really has no choice but to get back up and dust herself off and live with this reality, which persists quite literally forever, even if its less stressful when her colony eventually leaves. and she stays stuck in this delusion that ash couldnt have done any more and that it was just unfortunate and.. he still needs her help she cant leave him in the dust [what did he do to her again?].

especially as their local group slowly grows and he kind of refuses to accept the responsibility so sparks is also shouldering mentorship and taking care of them and etc. the only exception really is whispers who isnt allowed to speak to sparks because their colony is an asshole so they grow close to their designated senior and ash actually does take the kid kinda under his wing as much as he sucks, mainly at sparks concerns initially.

shes also. super badly traumatized by maw and a lot of that fear and paranoia echo especially later on when maw *actually hurts another iterator*. shes well aware how much maw resents her and maw is the only thing to really scare her. over time sparks loses her whimsy and just becomes very calcualted and dilligent. takes little pleasure in it anymore but if shes not working shes nothing, even as she makes her issues and overextension worse she hasnt rested in ages.

once mass ascension happens and ash bascialyl goes 'welp im done. see ya'll' now that nobody is literally there to make him do his job and goes into sleepmode completely disregarding all the work sparks has done for their group and for *him* not just to appease his colony on his behalf thats when she finally breaks this delusion she has and fucking snaps. she still is kidn of in the position where now shes FORCED To hold authority because hes gone but doesnt bother to try with those who dont answer to her. shes just so angry and frustrated and just workaholics it all away but its really. its not helpful long term and this anger is just building as things in their group get worse and worse as he sleeps in the distance none the wiser.

and, finally, when whisper's emergency broadcast rings true and all hell breaks loose- and he wakes up and the first thing he does is crawl back to sparks to make her do his shit again without even acknowledging his abandonment for many many kilocycles she just completely fucking loses it on him. dedicates herself to- rather than try to put ehr group back together and aid whispers, she just charges headfirst into hurting everyone whos ever hurt her. im still trying to figure out what goes on with maw but as for ash. she creates the brainiac to steal his seniority but also just hijack his structure in an incredibly painful manner. just so she can feel her pain. oh, and just like her, she wont have anyone to crawl to for sympathy [being needlessly cruel and ignoring others suffering? sounds a lot like maw. disregarding the needs of your group to chase a selfish goal as someone lay dying? sounds a lot like ash. lol. lmao even].

after she gets the seniority crown she starts having a guilt crisis. then whispers. uhm. Well. Escapes starlight's can and jumps in the void sea [ive been alluding to it this whole time but nobodies said anything so. ill just lay that here and let u guys react] she finally realizes how badly she fucked up [thats what makes her better than maw and ash] and what shes done and how much shes kind of fucked over her bridges with the people who actually cared about her [chimes and ochre especially] and. yeah. i need to piece out what happens after this still but i mean starlight and maw r still kicking around and sparks now has the responsibiltiy to do SOMETHING which would probably resul in violent retallion from at least maw and kick this bs and sparks hurt and anger up all over again. lol. lmao even.