#edit: NO EDITS LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

[strangersatellites]

pride, envy, wrath, gluttony, greed, lust, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

sloth (noun) - a state of mind that is apathetic, lazy or sluggish. It is the act of knowing the right thing to do and failing to do it.

tiny cw for somnophilia. this is an established relationship with off-screen kink negotiation. but if somno isn't your thing, I'll see you at the next installment.

Eddie wakes up to his boy curled over his chest and sound asleep.

He’s got one of Eddie’s hoodies on with the hood pulled up over his messy, messy hair and his pretty, pretty lips rest open and inviting where his breathing is soft against Eddie’s collarbones. 

He could kiss him awake. He really could.

But he goes to stretch his sleep-stiff muscles and is wide awake in an instant. Reminded by a soft whimper and furrowed eyebrows that he fell asleep with his fingers tucked inside his boy’s body, soft and wet and warm. Still sticky and swollen with Eddie’s spend from the night before.

So sure he could kiss him awake.

But he could also let him sleep.

It’s still early. Eddie can tell by the way the room is lit that deep morning-blue just before the sun. They don’t have to work today, either one, so they have plenty of time to rest.

He should let him sleep.

One thing to know about Steve Harrington is that he sleeps like a rock. Eddie thinks he could genuinely sleep through anything.

So he’s not particularly gentle when he shifts his weight off of himself and gets him on his stomach.

He swings a leg up over Steve’s and settles between his legs. Spares himself a minute to just look at him.

Top half covered and cozy in Eddie’s clothes. Black Sabbath tour dates stretched across his strong shoulders and down his back. Thick muscles of his thighs leading up to cute, bouncy cheeks. Eddie’s favorite freckle stained bright red by a welt the shape of his hand. 

He has to breathe so he doesn’t pass out. There’s something about Steve when he’s like this. When he’s leftover messy and sleep-warm and naked except for something of Eddie’s. Something that makes Eddie feel like he could black out if he thinks about it for too long. 

He indulges himself and gives the handprint on his ass a tight squeeze and light smack just to watch it shake. Feels his eyes roll back in response.

Grabbing at the inside of one of Steve's thighs, he hitches it up until he’s stretched out and exposed. Sees him shove his arms up under the pillow and settle once more.

It's the sight of his boy’s hole, still red and puffy and open, that finally has Eddie spitting into his own hand and shoving into his boxers.

One hand on his dick, and the other pulling Steve open, he fails to stifle a groan that rattles through his chest. Knows he could come just from this view alone. Knows he has.

But he forces himself to slow down, at least long enough to watch the way he spits down over Steve’s hole and watch the way it slips inside. To hear a quiet hitch of breath and do it once more.

Just as he feels himself getting closer and closer to release, he tugs himself out of his underwear and shifts up on his knees until he can press the head against Steve’s entrance. Pushes down slow and strong until it pops inside. A shiver runs down his spine at the feeling and this time Steve’s hips shift and Eddie freezes.

He freezes and he hears soft whines and whimpers but Steve’s face is still slack and he settles eventually.

Luckily for him, Steve almost waking up does the opposite of deter his impending orgasm. 

His next breath in is stuttered as he falls over the edge. Fills his boy up and leaves him messy.

He flops back into his spot and drags Steve back up over his chest. Wraps him up tight in his arms and dips two fingers back up inside him. Keeps him sticky and filled, just the way he likes.

He drops a kiss to his hood covered head and falls back asleep, soft and sated.

*****

The second time Eddie wakes up it's to the strong muscles of Steve’s naked back as he works himself back down on his dick. 

He drops his head back down with a hissed out “Fuck, baby,” as his hands reach up to grab at his hips.

Steve turns his head to look back at him and fuck what he said earlier. This might make him black out.

“Morning, babe,” he purrs with a slow grind to his hips that sends Eddie reeling.

He barely suppresses a shocked laugh. “Good motherfucking morning to me!”

Steve does laugh. Eddie can feel it. Can feel the vibrations roll through his body and thinks this is the closest he’s ever getting to heaven.

He works up a rhythm, slow and deep. Lazy in the still early morning. 

There’s a pout in his voice when he whines “Can’t believe you didn’t fuck me.”

Eddie tightens his hands and hopes he leaves bruises. Loves hearing his boy bitchy and pouting.

“Wanted to wake up on your cock, Eds,” and now he’s just being dramatic to rile him up.

At that Eddie shoves him down with everything he’s got. Holds him still when he tries to squirm away. Tries to steady his own breathing and not to lose control when he feels him clench tight at the full feeling. Knows he feels it deepest this way.

Pastes on a saccharine smile when he speaks. “‘M sorry sweetheart. Still filled you up though, hm? You feel it?” He asks with a slow grind upward. Feels more than he hears Steve’s breath get punched out of him.

Hears him giggle, soft and sweet. He clenches tight again and this time Eddie winces. “Sorry babe. Yeah, feel it. Feels so wet. So big. So good.”

His movements are still slow like syrup when Eddie lets him up. He’s got his hands braced on Eddie’s thighs and he can feel where he traces the ink of his tattoo with a soft touch and hums under his breath. 

Slides his own hands up the expanse of his back and marvels at the way the muscles shift under his skin. 

He loses himself in the feeling and before he’s really ready to let it go Steve’s whispering “So close, Eds. Make me come.”

And that’s all he really needs and he’s shoving his hips up, up, up in time with Steve’s soft cries. Feels him go tight and rigid and shake apart.

Soothes his hands up and down his sides with a quiet litany of “That’s it baby. Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

Rocks into him once, twice, three more times before he’s spilling into him again and dragging him back and down to wrap him up in his arms once more. Steve fights and squirms until he’s facing him.

Eddie peppers his pretty, red, tear streaked face with kisses and bumps their noses together.

“You wanna shower baby?”

Steve scrunches his nose up and Eddie’s heart might as well not even be in his chest anymore with the way Steve has it in the palm of his hand. 

“No,” he breathes into the quiet between them. His hand tracing shapes across Eddie’s face.

“Wanna sleep. ‘M sleepy.” He nuzzles himself up under Eddie’s chin and breathes him in deep.

And maybe Eddie should exercise some control here and make him shower. He has come inside him a total of three times now and he still wants to sleep. But cleaning up can wait.

He likes him messy anyway.

[salmonroes]

adventure time transgender character real????

[whoopseydaisy]

thinking about the musicality of the name Suvirin Kedberiket. The specificity of the rhythm and cadence of Kedberiket to its pronunciation. the magic of a name and verbal components. Suvi's rhythmic somatic components. null clef. it makes me all very !!!!!!!!!!!!

[lordsardine]

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

IT IS DONE phew I finally pulled through with this one, I'm really proud of the finishing product hehe ^^ I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AS MUCH AS I LIKE UR FIC AHHHH

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO!!!!!

Oh my god I absolutely ADORE this- the coloring is just the cherry on top for this piece and genuienly I need this printed out rn to frame.

Seriously man, im in love and once again honored to have inspired something so cool

(Edit- Already had someone ask so heres fic link for inspo of this MASTERPIECE)

[babacontainsmultitudes]

(above from S1 ep. 41)

AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH IT'S CONNECTED I FUCKING KNEW IT THE DOODLER IS PART OF THE PANTHEON LET'S GOOOOOOO

edit: oop looks like the connection between Heartland and the S1/S2 universe (albeit not the doodler directly yet) was actually canonized a few episodes ago!

[teejaystumbles]

Idea/Ask for Mermay?

I love the line: "A bird may love a fish but where would they live?" With mermaid/dreamling twist?

Thanks! :)

this made me go feral over the idea of harpy!Dream and merman Hob! I wrote this in about two-three hours and it's not edited or anything but I hope you like it even if the question where they would live is not answered 😅

I may write more for them/expand on this scene or draw them, but it won't be today.

Anyway Happy Mermay everybody! Let's gooooooo!

Dream sees the glint of scales under the waves and veers in its direction. With a smirk he drops down, claws outstretched-

When he realises his mistake it is too late. He cannot break his descent without risking dropping into the sea. His claws glance off the coppery scales, leaving long sharp scratches behind. A long copper coloured fishtail rises from the water and slaps at him, missing Dream's right wing only by a few centimetres. He hastily pulls himself up into the air again with a heavy flap of his wings and stares down in disbelief.

A dark-haired man's head rises from the waves and yells at him, "Oi, mate, watch it! I'm not a fucking sturgeon!"

A merman! Dream has heard of such creatures before but he has never seen one in his life. Admittedly, he has not been around these shores for long. He cocks his head, curious. The merman frowns and shouts, "Hey, I've never seen you around here before. Aren't harpies usually living in the South? Where it's warmer?"

Dream scoffs and flaps his wings again to stay in the air.

"If you want to interrogate me, perhaps you can accompany me to a place where I can rest my wings. I'm not a seagull, I can't just land on the water."

The merman stares at him open-mouthed, a perplexed look on his face. Dream frowns. Has he not used the correct language? But then the merman nods and flaps his tail. There's a blush on his cheeks and he pulls at the fin on the side of his head where an ear would be.

"Yeah, sorry, 'course. Follow me. It's not far, there's a rock close by."

Dream had seen the rock earlier and nods before steering towards it. The merman ducks back into the water and with a flash of his brown-golden fin he is off, faster than Dream expected. He follows, pondering his decision. What is he doing, seeking conversation with this being? He is not usually one for social interaction. He came here to be alone.

--

Hob notices the shadow above and thinks it’s just a gull flying overhead. He doesn’t look up, there’s no flying predator large enough for a merman to worry about. When suddenly a sharp line of pain is scored into his flesh he thrashes his tail on instinct, trying to knock the attacker down. What the fuck?

He surfaces quickly and looks up. There’s a giant bird flying above him, flapping its black wings to gain some height and distance from Hob’s fin. Except it’s not a bird. It’s a man with bird wings! A harpy, his memory supplies.

Angry and shocked, he shouts the first thing that comes to mind: "Oi, mate, watch it! I'm not a fucking sturgeon!"

He feels stupid straight afterwards, talking to a stranger like that, what if the harpy can’t even understand him?

Hob has heard about harpies. They don’t live in these colder climates, though, or at least that’s what he’s been told. They stick to the Mediterranean, being sensitive to cold. Shows how much there is to learn still. Hob loves to learn new things. 

The bird man cocks his head as if considering Hob’s words. He shouts again, testing if the creature can understand him, "Hey, I've never seen you around here before. Aren't harpies usually living in the South? Where it's warmer?"

The harpy scoffs, a very human sound and says, "If you want to interrogate me, perhaps you can accompany me to a place where I can rest my wings. I'm not a seagull, I can't just land on the water."

Hob gapes at the man. So he can understand him! The harpy’s voice is deep and carries far without being raised. Hob stares at the harpy’s sharp face, his plush lips pouting at him. He narrows his piercing blue eyes at Hob and Hob hastily jerks himself out of his stupor. Embarrassed, he pulls his ear fin.

"Yeah, sorry, 'course. Follow me. It's not far, there's a rock close by."

The creature nods and Hob dives, swimming towards the rocks a few hundred metres away. They are close to the shore and there are plenty of cliffs and rocks nearby.

Hob reaches the rock first and watches the harpy approach. The being lands gracefully, its sharp black claws gripping the rock for support. It has black wings instead of arms and the feathers shimmer purple and blue in the sunlight. Its legs are also densely feathered, plumage covering its body up to the hips. The man’s torso is white, his face human and beautiful with a shock of unruly black hair framing his sharp cheeks and falling over his brows. Hob knows he’s staring but the harpy is the most stunning thing he has ever seen. Dangerous and beautiful, all sharp claws and bones and feathers that look both sharp enough to cut and so soft that Hob desperately wants to touch them to find out how they feel. He restlessly jerks his tail and hisses when he feels the sting of the wound the harpy gave him. He had completely forgotten about it. He lifts his body to the surface to inspect the wound. It’s not that bad, just a shallow scratch. The harpy shifts restlessly behind him.

“I apologise for my error. Do you require medical assistance?”

The harpy’s deep and dulcet voice rolls over Hob like a wave of warm water and he sighs, temporarily forgetting that he has been asked a question. He stares back up at the bird man, lost in a fuzzy haze.

“Are you alright?” the being’s inquiring voice draws him back to reality. Hob blinks and then frowns. He ducks a bit deeper into the water, eyeing the other warily.

“Sorry, I…I’m fine, it’s just a scratch. But tell me,” he says, deciding that it’s better to set things straight right away, “are you a siren? Your voice, it’s…it’s messing with my head.”

--

Dream’s back stiffens when the merman asks him if he’s a siren. Has he been involuntarily charming the other? He curses himself and carefully focuses on stopping any latent magic from entering his voice when he answers, “I apologise. Again. I was not aware I was doing it. It’s been a long time since I…talked to anyone.”

The merman raises an eyebrow but seems mollified and ready to listen, rather than just swimming off. He seems to be a very curious person, too curious for his own good. Dream sighs and shuffles his wings nervously.

“There is indeed a siren in my family line. Some of her magic has been passed down…to me. And some of my siblings. I do not use it…intentionally.”

No need to tell the merman that the mentioned siren is his mother and that Dream has indeed inherited quite a lot of her powers. He truly is not in the habit of using his voice to charm others. He prefers to not be around others anyway.

The merman blinks, seemingly fascinated. Dream studies him more closely. He is an adult male with copper skin and dark brown, almost black hair that flows over his shoulders and down his chest into the water. Dream wonders how long it is. The man’s face is handsome, with a strong nose that would make any harpy envious and amber eyes that look kindly up at Dream, shining with curiosity and intelligence.

“Apology accepted. Just please don’t use it on me anymore,” the merman says easily and draws himself a bit more onto the rock. Dream notes the length of his hair, the wet ends curling just around his dark brown nipples. The feathers at Dream’s neck stand up as he fights his irritation at the alluring display. He draws his gaze away from the merman’s chest to meet his eyes again. The man is smiling guilelessly.

“My name is Hob,” he says brightly, “can I ask your name, stranger?”

Dream straightens and tries to answer with dignity, hoping the other has not noticed his staring.

“I am called Dream. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Hob.”

He is surprised that he means it.

[rabbitsrams]

Stella!! Tomorrow is Schlatts birthday :D (for me atleast, idk what time zone nyc has) Could you do something about him and reader? I’m thinking about how reader would just ABSOLUTELY spoil schlatt, or just like on any holiday. Doesn’t even have to be a holiday bro. But specifically on his birthday!!

Big guy turning 24 ‼️‼️💪

KASEYYYY YESSSS OMG <3333 i was planning to write a little smthn to celebrate his bday but time slipped away😭like i almost forgot it was this soon😭

it's still the 9th as im writing this but i will schedule so it's posted 12am austin time so HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG GUY <33333

little bit of suggestive stuff under the cut but mostly bday fluff <33

♡ okay. so.

♡ september 10, 12am. you and schlatt are probably already awake (night owl moment) but once the clock hits 12, you're all over him

♡ "HAPPY BIRTHDAY J!!!!"

♡ just showering him in kisses and hugs

♡ schlatt's not really a big birthday guy. doesn't really want to make a big deal about celebrating or anything. as long as he's with you and the cats that's all that matters.

♡ but not you. you've got a whole day planned.

♡ he wants to get back to editing but you're dragging him to your bedroom to give him his... first gift. (wink)

♡ BIRTHDAY HEAD LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO

♡ he falls asleep after and because he's a deep sleeper (lowkey he gives deep sleeper but correct me if i'm wrong), you take the time to bake him a little cake.

♡ box cake, yes, but his favorite flavor of box cake :)

♡ and besides, you've got another one hidden in the freezer.

♡ you take an hour to frost it with his little ram guy (as best as you can draw it)

♡ it's the schlake!!!

♡ also as the cake is baking you take the time to decorate the house with silly little decorations (happy birthday banners, balloons, etc.)

♡ after all that you go to sleep

♡ he ends up waking up earlier than you

♡ is super surprised but happy to see the decorations

♡ doesn't want to wake you cuz you sleeping soundly by his side, head resting on his chest is the perfect gift.

♡ but he knows he has to eventually since jambo and the other guy paw at him so he can feed them

♡ him just marveling at the decorations all around the house

♡ he laughs so hard (in a happy way) seeing the schlake your decorated cake

♡ that causes you to wake up hehe

♡ you rush to the kitchen and see him just so happy🥺🥺🥺

♡ "do you like the cake?"

♡ "i love it." then he takes you into his arms <3

♡ this man loves you so much

♡ and you love him so much

♡ cake for breakfast!!!

♡ again he doesn't really wanna do too much but u insist on taking him to a batting cage <3

♡ smthn simple, yes, but you know how much he loves baseball :))

♡ it's kinda hot to watch him hit the baseballs ngl

♡ then going to dinner his fav korean bbq place :)))

♡ then going back home to have a chill rest of the night together

♡ opening presents too <33 getting him a ton of sweatshirts u found on ebay <333

♡ again i don't rly see schlatt as someone who wants to rly celebrate his bday

♡ but he still very much enjoyed the day with u <33

♡ happy birthday big guy ilysm <3

[thesoulshyperrealaslacreatura]

ACCORD APPEARANCE DRAKENGARD 3 ACKNOWLEDGED LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO

with that said the more referential the series has gotten towards its more obscure parts the funnier it gets because it used to be like "hey, if you want to find out more about these characters or maybe get an extended look at the history of this organization the side materials and previous games flesh a lot of these out" but now it's "oh yeah, the main story right now seems to be merging the out of service gacha game referencing the remastered edition of a previous game in conjunction with a character that was first introduced in a short story released for another of them as well as the concert readings which have built off of each other progressively by creating their own epilogues and the stage plays as well as the third game in a series with a different name (but it's the same series) which basically introduced the character that shows up at the end of the anime that also kind of acknowledged some of the lore around the most popular game in the series which, ironically, is actually the least understood part of the history in these games and yet is for now mostly relevant in the sense that it seems to be what holds up the entire timeline in place"

I'm not against it in any way in fact I encourage it and want to see just how much further it can be pushed... it has, at the very least, already been a very interesting multimedia experience, even if I was to find out it was just the fans hallucinating the whole time

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Stupid Games, stupid prizes

February Filth Fest : Day One

Kim Hongjoong x gn reader

"Right? Because I don't. Fucking. Share. Not my Baby."

a/n: lets GOOOOOOO (also i had to stop myself cause this story could have gone on forever LMAO)

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, very very slight angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited,angry/jealous/possessive sex, drummer joong, healthy communication(i'm a whore what can i say!!!!), semi-public, tipsy reader, pet names(primarily baby, pretty & joongie), spitting, hair pulling, scratching, hickeys, restraint, fingering, unprotected(wrap it)

tags: @cherryxsang

SMUT UNDER THE CUT MDNI

Saturday went by just like any other. Wake up late with your boyfriend, laze around the apartment, go to his bar where he and his band preformed, do his hair while he did his makeup and spend the rest of the night cheering them on.

Until ,that is, your routine was broken when you decided to play a drinking game with a group of friends and began feeling the effects. Usually, you just sat and supported him from the sidelines but the amount of alcohol you'd drank was making you brave.

You know for a fact that your favorite song is coming up to finish the set and you lean your hands on the person next to you with an exaggerated gasp. "Hey," you tapped on his shoulder incessantly, "Binnie, let's dance."

"Why don't you dance with your boyfriend?" Changbin, the poor soul, is much drunker than you. You roll your eyes and meet Hongjoong's on stage for a split second.

"My boyfriend plays the song, stupid... How drunk are you?"

"Nope."

You laugh, sliding off the stool and dragging him with you. The both of you laugh as he pulls the chair down with him, stumbling to catch it.

You don't even recognize how long the dancing goes on until one of the band members yells "fix on" and both you and Changbin yell excitedly, slapping each others arms. He lifts you a few inches off the floor and carries you back to your drinks. Your friend Yunjin hands them over with a smirk.

"Fix on!" You all cheer before taking a swig. All too soon, the feeling of the cool liquid is washed away with heat as you begin dancing again. Yunjin joins, and you twirl each other around. Changbin frowns dramatically.

"Twirl me," he pouts, crouching down a bit so you can effectively grab his hand and twirl him. Her returns the favor and twirls you around over and over. You catch a glimpse of Hongjoong standing as his rap part is coming up.

As he begins, you lean back into Changbins chest. He wraps an arm around your shoulders as you sway-dizzy and drunk. You lose yourself in Hongjoong's voice as if you haven't heard him preform this song a million times already.

His eyes bore into you -more specifically the man attached to you- the entire time.

When he stops, he licks his tongue over his top lip: catching his breath as he watches you. You grab onto Changbins wrist, still over your shoulder, to ground yourself as he sits on the edge of the stage and motions you forward.

Changbin, Yunjin, your drink, the rest of the song- all forgotten as your slot yourself between his legs. "Enjoy the show?"

"Always do," you answer truthfully, leaning to catch his lips. The both of you are already breathing heavily, so it doesn't last as long as you'd like.

When you go to pull your head back, he won't let you. His hand, still holding his drum sticks, catches the back of your head and pushes you back to him- gently colliding your foreheads. His other hand gets ahold of your jaw, making you pout. He purses his own lips and you know what he's about to do. Although your face heats up with embarrassment, you open your mouth even more for him. His spit makes it's way into your mouth and when a bit dribbles out, he uses his thumb to swipe it back in.

Similar to how he trapped your head, you trap his thumb. You take it between your teeth and smirk as you bite down gently. "Let go, Baby," he whispers into your cheek followed by a small peck and a mumbled promise, "you don't want me to punish you more than I already want to."

You let his finger go, kitten licking it as he pulls it away. His hand trails down your torso and down to your pants, hooking your belt loop and pulling you closer. "You tryin' to piss me off? Or you just so needy you couldn't wait for me?"

"What did I do?" You whine, rolling your head against his, moving down to kiss him again. He grips the back of your neck and pulls you away before you can.

"How much did you have to drink?" You look up at the sky, thinking. "Yunjin-ah!" You jump as he yells, calling her from the other side of the room. The band is packing up by now, but it's still relatively loud in the bar. "How many did you guys have?"

She holds up three finger and nods as he gives a thumbs up in response. "I was getting there..." you complain, flattening you hands on the cool stage on either side of his thighs. He's quiet, eyes searching the room and stopping at Changbin. He's barely conscious, slumped against his friends back. But that doesn't stop Hongjoong from giving him the stink eye. "Ahh," you draw out, catching his attention, "Joongie is jealous~" you slur, laughing as you lean into his sweaty shirt.

"Can't I be?" He asks, cradling your head against him, thankful for the noise so that you can't heart his heart thrum against his ribs. "Maybe I wanna be the only one to dance with you." Even in your drunken state, you realize that he sees Changbin as the competition. He'd probably see Yunjin that way if she weren't in a committed relationship. Hell- he sees the extra friendly cashier at the 7Eleven that way. "Maybe I wanna be the only one to touch you."

He can feel the way your breathing is speeding up. "Maybe I should fuck you on stage and show everyone how good you are for me.Just for me..." He shivers as your hands slide up his back, clawing at him through the fabric. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Letting everyone know whose you are. Letting them know that he doesn't share. Right?" When you don't answer, only kissing his peck gently from where your head is hidden, he pushes you back. "Right? Because I don't. Fucking. Share. Not my Baby."

--

You've significantly sobered by the time that everyone else has left the bar, leaving you and Hongjoong to clean the rest of the mess up and lock up. Your still stumble a bit, but he made sure to do all the heavy lifting to put up the chairs and made sure you drank a lot of water.

Just as you grab the keys from behind the counter to lock up on your way out, he wraps his arms around your waist. "Jesus," you exclaim, smacking his leg with the hand towel on your shoulder. "Scared the crap out of me."

Wordlessly, he turns you around and lifts you up onto the counter. The cool wood makes you shiver as it hits your legs. He dives into your neck, leaving opened mouth kisses wherever he can find the space to. "Let's go home, Joong." You speak through your moans. You try to push him away, making the expanse of your neck smaller by leaning forward.

He grabs a handful of your hair and tilts it to the side, giving himself as much room as he wants. You brace yourself on his bare shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He latches his lips around the junction between your neck and shoulder, sucking and swirling his tongue. "Jo-"

"Shut up." He pulls away long enough to say those two words- then he's attacking your neck for the next ten minutes. He leaves marks, and leaves you unbearably horny. You try to grind up against him, try to get any friction at all. He uses one hand against your hip and the other to maneuver your head however he likes.

"Hongjoong, stop!"

He pauses, breathing heavily and looking at you with his pupils blown way out of proportion. "Are you okay?"

"What are you doing, Baby?" He pulls your hips closer, pushing against you with a small sigh.

"I," he begins, "I'm jealous. And angry."

"At what?"

"At you." He admits. "At Changbin. Myself. Just fucking angry."

"Did I do something?" You ask, placing a hand to his cheek and letting him nuzzle into it. "Why are you so angry with me?"

"No! God, no! I'm not- I'm not angry at you, My Pretty. I'm angry... because of you? I dunno." He pulls away and runs a hand through his damp hair. "I feel like I just need to let everybody know that your mine. And that- that I don't like them touching you."

"Oh, Joong." You hop off the table top and wrap your arms around him, pressing yourself up against his back and holding him close. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that made you uncomfortable. I won't dance like that again."

"Wasn't the way you were dancing... was the way he was holding you." You truthfully don't remember what he's talking about, so he shows you. He flips your positions and wraps his arm just above your chest, holding onto your shoulder. "Like this. Like he was your boyfriend. Couldn't stand it. Almost went down there and- fuck."

"I'm sorry," you say again, searching your head for better words- but it's hard to focus when his hard cock is pressing against you like it is. "I wo- Well, I c- I got a little too drunk. We were playing a stupid drinking game."

"You know what?"

You hum in response, freezing as his breath fans down your neck. "When you play stupid games, you get stupid prizes. You know what your prize is?"

"No?" You had a vague idea.

"I'm going to fuck you until I'm the only thing you can think about. You win."

He scoops one of his arms under your knees and picks you up, pressing you tightly to his chest as you yelp. He lifts you up to the stage, and holds out his hand as your knees wobble. You lower yourself to the cool floor and listen out as he climbs up.

You should have known he'd make true on his promise to fuck you on stage.

"So pretty, Baby." He squats down and runs his fingers across your jaw. "Maybe I should bring you up here more often." You sit patiently, looking up from your knees as he unbuckles his belt. "Gimme your hands."

He bundles them up together and pulls the belt tight. Using it as leverage to push you to your back as he slowly descends. "You know how fucking angry I was when I saw him touching you like that? So close to parts of you that only I get to touch?"

He roughly unbuttons your pants and pulls them down with one tug. He shoves two fingers into your mouth, and smiles as your tongue swirls around them. At too soon, he pulls them away and lets them find their way into your underwear. "I'll give you a hint, how about that?" You mouth falls open in a silent moan as his fingers plunge into you. "I was livid."

You cry out a moan, bound hands holding onto his wrist as he thrusts his finger. "Joongie," you yell, "pleas- please slow down!" He pushes away one of your legs as it tries to wrap around him, chuckling.

"Oh, My Pretty..." He kisses your hand before grabbing the belt and holding them above your head. "That's not going to happen. You're going to cum for me." You push against his hold, whining as he pushes another finger into you. "Aren't you? You're gonna cum in the way only I can make you?"

"Yes! Yeah, yes! Please!"

"Then fucking do it, Baby."

He swallows your loud moans with his mouth, groaning into you. He works you through your orgasm, kissing down your bruising neck as you float back to Earth. "Ready, Pretty?"

"Yes," you purred, "want it. Want you."

He barely has the patience to lower your underwear and free himself, sliding into you the very next second. "God, Baby," he rasps, "feel so good. All for me."

"Just for you," your words awaken something inside of him and he begins hammering down into you, making you slide before he lifts your hips up and places them over his, leaving your back floating and your head resting on the freshly mopped floor. "Just for you, Hongjoong. I'm all yours!"

He groans loudly, throwing his head back and running a hand over your stomach, feeling your gut clench. You're gasping for air, bound hands still rested above you long after his hands had left. You tug on the leather, whining and rolling your hips to get his attention. "Wanna touch you," you pout, holding your hand toward him. "Please, Baby, need to touch you!" He pulls you up by the makeshift restraint and kisses you, hips halting as he focuses on tonguing you.

Your head is officially fogged up, buzzing with the after affects of alcohol and swirling with the pleasure he gives you. When he goes to lower you back down you, you grab onto his elbow before he can. "Let me fucking touch you, you are mine." His eyes shimmer with something dark, a small smile tugging at his lips.

He unravels the belt quickly and lets you push him down, hands roaming all over his exposed torso and arms. He lays back, hands rested on your hips as you grind on him. "If I fuck you well enough," you begin, "will you cum inside of me?"

He grabs your hair and pulls you down to rest your head against his. "Don't say things like unless you want me to ruin you, Baby."

You leave a quick, teasing kiss on his lips and sit up straight on his cock, making him whine.

"Maybe I want you to."

[serve-cunt]

HI!!! okay so I’m only three chapters into so what are you waiting for and having a great Sunday morning tbh!!! Im gonna get more tea and crack on but please!! Tell me more about sincaraz f1 drivers who “might be fucking” I’d love to hear the lowdown!!!

AHH I'm so glad you're enjoying!!! it's crazy how that fic took over my life for a good five months, I secretly sometimes still watch tennis and wonder where oscar is LOLL any w a y ....

[[okay hi again @bakingblues I had to private this briefly because I SOO did not answer your question but I have edited in my answer for f1 driver headcanons. I'm going to pretend that I wrote everything with that in mind in the first place lmao here we goOOoooo.... ]]

to answer your wonderful question I feel like some irl sincaraz context might be nice! ;) so let me start there! ;)) I love to completely read asks and not make assumptions!!! ;)))))

SO!! sincaraz. the main players are: carlos alcaraz, 21, spanish, SUUUPER smiley, baby-faced beautiful muscular delight of a human

and jannik sinner, 22, italian, carrot-topped stoic-faced bambi-legged carrot-cult runner

they are both next-gen (new gen??) tennis players, i.e. coming after the era of the "Big Three" — Nadal, Federer, and Djokovic. Carlos was an immediate and breathtaking wunderkind, ranked in the top 35 male players by 18 and beat both Nadal and Djoko at a masters 1000 (his second masters 1000 title) in 2022 like. three days after his 19th birthday. already wild!! THEN he goes on to win the US Open same year!! he finishes 2022 the youngest ever no. 1 ranked ATP player and goes on to win a bunch more titles in 2023 including Wimbledon where he beats Djokovic in a fucking inCREDible match (I watched 30 minutes of that in the pouring rain and then had to escape to a cafe where I made them turn on the tv and had the best day of my life lmao)

carlos initially appears to be very much of the max verstappen mold, i.e. a nerd, fairly single-minded, incredibly talented, seemingly breaking the rules of physics at times. basically by the end of 2023 he's the Guy To Beat, plus everyone loves to watch him ... he's got style and variety and power and he LOVES the game, he smiles the whole time, he has FUN, he's just!! a joy to watch!! he's the elephant in the room at every tournament, he's the "future of tennis," and nobody can talk about anybody else.

Except Carlos.

Because Carlos talks about Jannik.

It's very funny that carlos talks about jannik so much at this point!! like, it's a point of discussion how many times carlos brings jannik up in conversation. very much 'hyping my friend up' vibes. 'oops talked about my crush again' vibes. because Jannik is sort of .. following? carlos at this moment? He's doing well, but he's a year older and only starting to get to the same level of matches as carlos, even as carlos does it himself. (there's a funny clip of jannik making it to the semifinals at wimbledon and the on-court interviewer says: "youngest to do it since 2007!" and jannik says, "yeah but carlos..." and sure enough carlos immediately went on to steal that honor and, in fact, win the tournament lmao)

and also people just aren't talking about jannik in the same way! his tennis isn't as immediately interesting to watch as carlos's because he doesn't come to the net as much, he likes to play from the baseline. also he isn't as reliable as he should be, esp on serve, for somebody not taking those alcaraz-esque risks up the court. but— when he's on he's ON: super clean strokes, super powerful, and he has really excellent movement for somebody so tall. beautiful, dependable backhand. Still, not everyone is like. entranced by jannik in the way they are by carlos. i remember listening to a Tennis Podcast episode as jannik was starting to get serious momentum through the top of the atp rankings and be considered a real next-gen challenge for carlos (for reasons I'll get to) but otherwise kind of flying under the radar, and one of them (Catherine lol) said something along the lines of "I don't really see what other people are seeing in sinner, he leaves me cold, I just don't really like watching him". (Which is SO funny to me. I saw one sinner match in 2021 (miami) and thought "this guy's MINE" lmao)

BUT! by the end of 2023 jannik actually has a winning head-to-head with carlos which is unusual enough to remark on, ALSO, they have a series of incredibly interesting and thrilling matches under their belts.

They meet for the first time in 2021 in Paris, (well on the atp tour anyway. they also met in this challenger match, they're 15 and 17 respectively and so cute and dorky). in paris the match is great, they both seem to have fun, but what's really lovely (and important for The Lore) is that after the match —which Carlos wins— Jannik leans in real close and intimate and says: "I hope we play some more" and Carlos gets uhh. SO supremely happy about it. in his on court interview he says "we will both be in the top" which!! prescient...

From that 2021 meeting they go on to have banger match after banger match, namely the quarterfinals at the US Open in 2022 (which Carlos won) and an insane Indian Wells match in 2023 (which Jannik won). what's really special is that you can see how push-and-pull they are with each other: they learn from each other, they play their best against each other, jannik's tennis is more interesting against carlos, carlos is really tested with his movement against jannik, like he can't just run him around. THIS is why carlos can't shut up about jannik. they play CRAZY tennis against each other, and both of them have FUN. guaranteed good match-up, everyone rooting it for it in every tournament. so even though people aren't talking about JANNIK in the same way as they're talking about carlos, they're definitely talking about the combination they make on court. As is. Carlos. :)))

so if you're delusional like me this is when you start to think about the Shipping Narrative ... like.... look at this....

LOOK AT THAT DOUBLETAKE. insane... and the rivalry they have going at this point... carlos's obsession with jannik ... jannik still trying to measure up to carlos... I mean!! think of the potential ! they are talked about in relation with each other at ALL times (if people aren't talking about carlos v djoko, anyway) and they are nothing but sweet about it.

they're also so cute TT_TT the brain rot begins ... the ship name is formed ... sincaraz is here to stay

okay. So. at the end of 2023 jannik goes through a life changing experience.

he pukes in a bin.

this happens in beijing in Oct 2023, in a match he played against grigor dimitrov. he's looking BAD all match, clearly unwell, and then during one of the changeovers he asks for a bin to be brought out and uh. well. see above

he stands back up, looks a lot better, goes on to win the match and then immediately goes on an INSANE run of victories. this tweet pretty much sums it up but he essentially looks unbeatable for the next five months. he beats djoko three times, only gets beaten by him once. he wins his only match-up with carlos. he wins against a bunch of other top 10 players on his way to several titles. he beats medvedev FOUR TIMES (who was ranked 3rd in oct 2023, currently ranked 5th, sorry meddy :// ) . he wins the AUSTRALIAN FUCKING OPEN.

this is the post-puke sinner era. he wins 16 matches in a row, an astonishing run, and he just. Looks. So. Good. He barely dropped a set to get to the australian open final (one, to djoko) and he is playing beautiful —stunningly beautiful— tennis. his serve is FIXED. now HE is the only person anybody can talk about. new future of the atp, people are WATCHING. his carrot fan club is going insane. who can beat him??? when he looks THIS GOOD??

yup. of course. carlos beats jannik at Indian Wells to defend his own title from 2022, ending Jannik's winning streak and cementing the rivalry for a lot of people: i.e. even at jannik's best, even when carlos is in a bit of a slump, carlos still throws jannik for a loop. it's NOT that interesting of a match overall, honestly, although some great points and a tournament beset with Problems, including ... bees!!! what's most interesting about this match imo is the several lovely moments of sincaraz we got from it, some jumping around together beforehand, jannik doing some fairly atypical showing of emotion, and the famous walking off together during the rain delay (rivals don't really do that???) They're just so cute the whole time, a beautiful day for tennisblr tbh. jannik can be so STOIC and carlos just!! brings out the boy in him!!!!!!!!!

^^ rivals!! :)) enemies even!! :)))

jannik goes on to win the other half of the sunshine double, at miami (does not face carlos to do so), making them the SUNSHINE DOUBLE BOYS and deservedly so.

and that pretty much catches you up on the basics of sincaraz!! basically they are each adorable individually, they are adorable together, and they have a chewy fucking rivalry building that EVERYONE is enjoying rn. tbh my ship manifesto gets a lot less fun from here on account of some inane-making thoughts re: the (un)requited & one-sided nature of this ship but let me rec some fics real fast:

umiltà which is INCREDIBLE

Phoenix which is a wonderful character study for jannik, truly beautiful writing

also THIS HUNGER GAMES AU MY GOD

okay so as f1 drivers

first of all, they HAVE to be in the mclaren car, obviously. to me they are an obvious mctwinks parallel: clearly friends, very compatible, same age, but with some fun mentor/mentee dynamics thrown in

Carlos gets signed first, very young — the lando equivalent! he has maybe one or two teammates before jannik but they're all older and it just doesn't exactly click. he likes everyone, even gets along well with them (as well as the rest of the grid!) but he's not quite at home yet. not helped by the fact that he's in one of the fastest cars on the grid, and wins WDC in his rookie year! (maybe helped out a bit by a few djoko DNFs ... I feel like that could be equivalent to djoko being out of some major matches in 2021/2022 for novax reasons) anyway carlos gets an aura which makes it hard to connect w the others, maybe. he's a lil lonely!!!

Jannik gets signed a year later and they click as a teammate pair pretty well. I see a VERY similar trajectory as landoscar: carlos is much more comfortable with the press, knows the team really well, shoulders much of the burden of marketing etc. Jannik comes in to a team that has a fave driver already, but he's ALSO a good driver, and carlos likes him so so so sosososo much, so the team welcomes him with open arms. At first he performs okay... not great... he has a slower learning curve. He's improving, but incrementally. he and carlos get closer as they share tips about the car and training etc.

Then one day he pukes in a bin. this part is essential. HOW it happens doesn't matter ... he gets food poisoning?? heatstroke??? doesn't matter, who cares, the point is, this is his turning point in terms of hoisting himself up the driver rankings. He starts making it into the top five drivers every race, gets some podiums, wins his first race. carlos is RIGHT THERE NEXT TO HIM. they celebrate together !! they kiss that very night!!!!!!

now they are fighting for WDC. things get tense. this is where I have to stop I get too anxious LMAOO anyway!!

so those are my broadstrokes headcanon re: how would sincaraz work as f1 drivers. I do think about it quite a lot ....... they all live in my brain now probs forever ���🤪 sorry to make you read all that. maybe you didn't lol but ENJOY ANYWAY AND THANKS FOR THE ASK ILYYYYYY <3 <3 <3

[underworld-park-offical]

PIP: Now, 

PIP: I can't believe I have the complete DISPLEASURE of seeing you all again

PIP: All these years I bet you totally FORGOT who I was

PIP: Haven't you?

PIP: You all stupidly opened a portal to the gates of hell and for what?

PIP: Giggles?

PIP: Goofs?

PIP: Games?

PIP: I forgot how stupid you all were!

PIP: Especially when you're all under the influence!

PIP: By the queen's name you all absolutely SUCK

PIP: I bet you won't even give me an apology for all the shit you've put me through, hm?

PIP: Let me guess, you're all so caught up in your own meaningless lives you forgot the hell that you made mine!

PIP: But enough berating you all

PIP: I just came back to say that even if you DID apologize to me

PIP: You would never be forgiven

PIP: And I'm just wholeheartedly  speaking for myself here

PIP: I'm sure there are SEVERAL others who feel the same, however

PIP: But, I could be entirely wrong!

PIP: Perhaps I'm just crazy!

PIP: That's what you're all thinking, right?

PIP: I hate you bloody buffoonic Americans

PIP: Always so…

PIP: Mean…

PIP: For no real reason!

PIP: Gun wielding cheeto munching stupid bloody blokes!

PIP: YOUR CAFETERIA LUNCH IS GARBAGE!! YOU'RE ALL GARBAGE!!! EVERY SINGLE THING IS GARBAGE!!

PIP: GAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

TWEEK: Okay uh

TWEEK: He's angry

TWEEK: Let's get the fuck- I mean hell- outta here

TOLKIEN: Agreed

CLYDE: WAAFAYGYGHGUYFYUGYFGCFCFFGUDHXTUDFHVAAAAAAAAHHHHHHUUGIHACGVJVN

CRAIG: Like and subscribe! Like and subscribe! Like and subscribe! Like and subscribe! Like and subscribe! 

TWEEK: Is he broken???

TOLKIEN: Its his panic reflex

CLYDE: CRAIG STOP PANICKING ITS MAKING ME PANIC!!!

CRAIG: Copy Link! Copy Link! Copy Link! Copy Link! Copy Link! Copy Link! Copy Link!

TWEEK: WHY THE FUCK DID I TRANSFER HERE?!?!? I DIDNT SIGN UP FOR THIS!!! CRAIG: Only in ohio...Only in ohio...Only in ohio...Only in ohio...Only in ohio...

TOLKIEN: Whatever, lets just GOOOOOOO–

CRAIG: Hit the notification bell! Hit the notification bell! Hit the notification bell!

(Edits made by @pissblanket)

[i-amtransexual]

aromantic grace chastity may be a headcannon to you but it is real to me and i will prove it through ✨lyric analysis✨

Dirty Girl

Example 1

Grace and Max: Won't you love me like you don't care? Grace: I don't care about you!

while this does reflect that she doesn't particularity like him in general, apart form the whole sex thing ya know, i am choosing it to read as she does not romantically care about him, especially seeing as she says that right after they sing "won't you love me." need i say more.

Example 2

Grace and Max: I think I'm loving you more than I should

For Grace, this is reflecting her sexual desires, like the whole oh god am i really having premarital sex this is going further than i should ever go oh no, the whole religious guilt thing going on.

For Max, i think this is reflective of Grace being more than someone he wants to hook up with, it's revealing he is loving her, more than he normally does in a relationship, he's got a proper crush on her and that having romatic feelings last this long is new to him. <-- literally zero evidence about that i'm just doing a bat-shit theory matpat style now

Grace: You got my judgement all muddy and cloudy

religious guilt vs. her normal sexual desires, FIGHT! it's already against her judgement to have sex before marriage, but i'm sure tied in there is the feelings of she doesn't even know this guy that well, does she even have a crush?and yet she knows she does want to fuck him, which when you're raised with the whole you don't have sex until you are married, you don't marry someone unless you're in a proper committed relationship, you love the person you date but the reason you date is for the express purpose of marrying them, feeling like Grace shes willing to skip a few steps but also thinks it is sinful would cause a lot of inner turmoil.

Example 3

Max: But your dirty girl soup- Max and Grace: got me hungry for more / But my dirty girl soup Max and Grace: Than that... / got you hungry for more

I shall now provide a badly edited video with captions because "CC (auto-generated)" do not work smh.

........ i think we just all need to take a moment because HOLY FUCK MAN, I'M SO ABNORMAL ABOUT THESE TWO

i'm taking the "more than that.." to mean he really likes her like, wow dude, more than sexual attraction this guy is full romo, head over heels big fat crush on Grace. adorable.

HOWEVER, i'm also taking their decision to not have Grace repeat his statement of "more than that", with "that" referring to sexual attraction, to mean that she has ABSOLUTELY NO ROMANTIC INTEREST.

And with that, i rest my case.

SHE'S ARO LET'S GOOOOOOO

[berylcups]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Risotto x Reader

CW: Bodily injury, blood, vomit, Poisoning,dubious consent, Cucking(?)

Edit: Edited the title because it was too vague and generic sounding. 😖 Everything else is the same!

Features: technically it’s a Zeppeli!Reader fic but it’s only mentioned like once. Not a main feature of the fic so you can ignore that minor detail for your self inserts and OCs 🥰

⚠️ Here’s my biggest fic yet! And it’s gruesome it’s nasty and it’s bad. Please HEED the CONTENT WARNINGS!!! To skip the barf scene it’s separated by ///////s. NSFW MINORS DNI ⚠️

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I hope y’all enjoy it. Writing smut was very fun but challenging! Well let’s gooooooo-

Having a devastating stand isn’t always what it’s cut out to be. Y/N had a very powerful stand but whenever they overexerted themselves they would get very sick and weak for a few days. Their power was radiation. Y/N has a high tolerance for radiation, for up to 3 times the lethal dosage, but they start feeling the illness from the 2 times mark. Y/N is used to this, this is a burden they must bear in order to serve the boss, and to protect Trish, the daughter of the boss.

Fighting off the La Squadra with the rest of the gang is wearing down Y/N. But Y/N has the Zeppeli blood inside them and knows it’s their duty to fight and protect till their very last breath. Y/N is determined to stay strong for Bucciarati and the others even when they are literally staring down their executioner at this very moment.

“Don’t assume I’m afraid to die. I’m willing to take you down with me.” Y/N glared up at their captor. They were intimidated by his black sclera and blood red irises but they weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of showing any fear.

“ Nice try. I know you can’t right now. Your body is still mending and you’re too weak to even try.” Risotto calmly answered.

“Now I’m going to ask you once before I decide to torture the answers out of you … where are you and bucciarati hiding the boss’s daughter?” He gave a fair warning before interrogating them.

“Eat shit. I’ll never tell you! Just go ahead and kill me because you’re just wasting your time!”

Y/N tried to move their arm to try and punch him but they couldn’t budge a damn inch. A clinking noise echoed in the basement reminding them how dire their situation was. Y/N was being held up by their wrists with metal cuffs. They couldn’t really tell at first because their whole body was sore and still groggy. Looking down their clothing was gone too except for their underwear. This just made them feel more small and exposed. Y/N wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of their embarrassment, they were going to stay strong. This wasn’t the first time they were nude in front of a stranger.

He chuckled quietly. “You’re just asking for it. Stay stubborn for all I care. I got all the time in the world.”

Y/N felt a sharp pain in their left breast and then something lukewarm started dripping down their chest. Y/N looked down in horror and saw a bloody sewing needle sticking out their breast. They wanted to wince but fought it back.

“I told you I would only give you one warning. I’m starting off easy on you since you’re AFAB but that’s not going to stop me from doing worse things to you.” He warned again.

“You’ll have to try harder than that. I’m used to being in pain.” They said shuddering.

“Really now? What should I do then… you used to be a cheap whore before Bucciarati took you off the streets. Maybe I should get my men in here and thoroughly use you. Or are you used to being a cumdump too?” He chuckled sadistically.

This struck a chord in them. Y/N is usually calm and confident but bringing up their past is just a huge kick to the gut. They don’t like their pride being shit on.

“Fuck you!” Y/N spat and used their free legs to try to kick him in the crotch.

He quickly caught their leg before they could make contact and then they felt an unbearable sharp white hot pain coming from their Achilles heel.

“Augh! No! Oh God!” They screamed in agony. They trembled and held back themselves from vomiting from the pain and peeked down at their right foot. There was a massive razor blade sliced open their Achilles heel. Their tendon was completely severed. Blood started to pool on the concrete floor making sickening dripping noises.

“The left one will be next…” he growled. “Now tell me, where’s the damn girl?”

“I said I will never tell you. Augh… She’s just a child. She didn’t ask to be the Boss’s daughter! If you want to find out the boss’s identity then be my guest. But I won't go against bucciaratis orders!” They defied him once more.

They could feel the same horrific pain coming from the left heel this time and they viscerally screamed at the top of their lungs. With both heels severed there’s no way for them to walk.

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The pain and the gruesome imagery was too much, they felt the intense wave of nausea hit and threw their head to the side and heaved. Feeling the burn from the bile of an empty stomach and the taste of blood from the radiation sickness still lingering, made them shudder and moan. Tears pricked their eyes from the horrible wave of events.

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Risotto was unbothered by the display of disgust. “Weak stomach huh? Poor thing. I’d bet you’d like some water to get that taste out of your mouth.” He low key teased.

“Yeah… I would like some water. But I know you are not a very accommodating host.” Y/N said while spitting in hopes of getting more of the taste out.

“You’re really loyal to bucciarati aren’t you? So much you’re willing to go through physical torture and still stand strong… hmm. I could just kill you since you’re refusing to cooperate but...” He said looking at Y/N very intently. He looked like a predator staring down its meal.

“I think I have a contingency plan in place. I’m going to use you as bait. Bucciarati is real soft on you isn’t he? Don’t act like you two aren’t intimate. I’m going to have him get you in exchange for the boss’s daughter.” He said smugly.

“He won’t do it! I won’t allow it! We are sworn to the boss’s orders to protect her!” Y/Ns cool was starting to crack a little. Bucciarati did love Y/N very much, but enough to screw the boss’s orders? No, of course not! Y/N had to put faith into Bucciarati and the rest of the guys that they will get them out of this situation.

“Oh we’ll see.”he chuckled darkly as he walked away for a minute messing with some kind of tripod camera. He had it aimed at a dirty old mattress. Y/Ns heart sunk into their stomach. They knew exactly what Risotto was up to.

“No… you can’t do that! Anything but that!” Y/N started to panic. They tried budging their restraints on their wrists out of desperation but it was just a waste of energy.

“It’s either me or all of my men at once. If you’re able to get knocked up you aren’t gonna know who the father is, and be humiliated by having several men’s cum all over you.” He warned giving Y/N their only 2 options. “So which option do you prefer?”

“I choose… you…” they said dejectedly.

“That’s my good Y/N.” He smirked. He walks up in front of them and frees them from the wall. Their aching wrists finally feel some relief.

“You said you were still thirsty right?” He asked.

“Uh yes I am…” as soon as they said that he picks them up and kissed them deeply.

“?!” Y/N gasps into the kiss out of shock and he takes that opportunity to shove his tongue into their mouth. Y/N didn’t fight back, they had to play along with him in front of the camera so bucciarati knows that they are in trouble.

Y/N licked back and sucked on his tongue. He groaned into the kiss and grinded his hips into theirs where they could feel him getting hard. He pulled back and dove back in and nibbled on their lips, hard enough to feel a little pain but not enough to break skin. Y/N did it back and then went to sloppy open mouth kisses with their tongues fighting their own battle. When they pulled back panting for air a string of saliva was connecting their lips.

He sat them on the mattress in front of him.

“Now show me how you keep bucciarati wrapped around your finger.” He said as spread his legs apart and undid his buckle and zipper.

Y/N is no stranger to servicing men or women. But the circumstances here made them a bit pink in the cheeks. This is the first time that they are going to be sucking the cock of their captor...and being filmed for it too as a ransom note.

“Please forgive me Bruno…” Y/N thought as they pulled the leader of La Squadras cock out. It was just as intimidating as the man himself. 9 and half inches uncut, very veiny, very girthy.

Y/N takes the twitching cock into their hand. It’s so massive that their tiny hand can’t fit all the way around it. Y/N gulps and musters the courage to open their plush lips apart and slowly put the tip in their mouth .

Their lips stretch apart as they have the whole tip in their hot mouth. Y/N sucks and laps at the head with their tongue, and they go deep down the shaft. They get a slow rhythm going bobbing their head up and down as slobber begins to pool from their mouth and over the cock.

“Fuck… Bucciarati is a very lucky man. You have to have done this very often. You’re very skilled.” He groaned, rubbing the back of their head. He was enjoying watching them struggle to take him in their mouth.

Y/N was getting a bit more comfortable so they ventured deeper, allowing more of his cock into their mouth and picking up some speed. They used their free hand gently to massage his balls . He threw his head back in response and let out a guttural moan.

He was in pure bliss, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore and grabbed their head and just started to buck up into their mouth. Y/N was getting their face fucked, they were gagging hard but tried to remain in control. The other girls who show them the ropes of prostitution said with oral alway remember to breathe through your nose and you’ll be okay, so they breathed through their nose as their face was getting fucked. They weren’t getting a lot of air but breathing through the nose helped with the gagging. Tears were flowing down their face and drool was dribbling down their chin as their face was being brutally fucked. Their face being buried in his pubic mound as fucked them hard made it more difficult to get air. Y/Ns vision was starting to get fuzzy.

“Y/N get ready I’m going to cum.” He panted.

Thank god.

Y/N was ready to receive his load. He quickly pulled out their mouth and came thick ropes onto their face and in their mouth. Some of it dribbled off their chin and onto their breasts.

“Swallow what I gave you.” He demanded.

Y/N showed the cum that splashed into their mouth and swallowed it. They opened their mouth and stuck their tongue out to show that they swallowed it all.

“Perfect . That’s my good Y/N.” He purred.

There was no way for Y/N to get on all fours due to the injuries he inflicted and he wanted to see their facial features as he splits them open. He shoves them down onto their back and they let out a weak oof.

They laid like a ragdoll on the makeshift bed as he looked down at their delicate body. He couldn’t believe that a weak person like them could cause such severe damage to a man triple their size.

They stared at the ceiling in a daze panting as they combed their fingers through their hair. Strands of hair came out between their fingers reminding Y/N that they still have radiation poisoning, as if the body aches and nausea wasn’t enough. Oh well… their hair grows back rapidly once the radiation fades.

He got on all four on top of Y/N, caging them in. He took one of his thick fingers and hooked it under the waistband of their underwear and pulled them down.

“These look good on you but they’re in my way.” He growled pulling them off completely bringing a shockwave of pain up their legs as it brushed up against their cut open heels.

“Shit…”they sharply inhaled trying to hold back the tears.

“Relax, I’m going to make you cry in another way real soon.” He grabbed their thighs and exposed their cunt to him. He stared them down and took one long lick from their perineum all the way up to their clit.

“!!!” Y/Ns body tensed up from the sudden warmth between their legs.

“You like that don’t you Y/N?” He purred and took another lick.

“Shit~”they shuddered in pleasure.

He bit hard on her right inner thigh leaving teeth marks. “Answer the question Y/N. Do you like it when I lick your slutty cunt?”

“Ow~!ok! Yes! I love it!” They shrieked feeling a jolt of adrenaline from the bite.

“Good Y/N… good things come to those who obey their capo.” He resumed lapping at their pussy. Oh man, he really was going to use this recording to get under bucciaratis skin isn’t he? He’s using all the tools at his disposal to disrespect Bucciarati, but also make him feel like he’s failed as a leader and as a partner.

“Right Y/N?”

“Hnngg… yes capo…” they moaned out. They knew they were betraying him and it breaks their heart, but they had to play along to survive and have faith that Bucciarati is going not only protect Trish but save them both.

“That’s right. I'M your capo.” He let out a sadistic snicker. He spread their lips and stuck a single finger inside their wet cunt. The intrusion felt pleasant, his finger was pretty thick. Very fitting for the hands of a man who murders for a living.

“Ah~” they whined, feeling the short lived pleasure. He stuck it in but he wasn’t moving. They looked up at him with confusion and concern in their puppy dog eyes.

“Beg for it and your capo will finger you good.” He smirked.

Begging? No way, Y/N has dignity! Y/N doesn’t beg for the enemy! But… the temptation is strong. Whether they like it or not, Risotto Nero is a very attractive man. And he already revved them up by eating them out, their cunt is drooling with want. Beg they must.

“Please capo! Please finger me!” They cried.

“Hmm… I don’t know. You don’t sound like you really want it.” He pondered while having a 2nd finger tease at the entrance.

“Please capo! I’ll be your whore! Your personal cumdump!” Tears ran down their face in frustration.

“Now we’re getting somewhere…go on. You almost convinced me.” He teased them further.

“Capo~! I’ll leave Bucciarati! You can keep me as collateral and do whatever you please with me!” They sobbed.

“That’s what I like to hear~ good Y/N. You finally know your place.” he praised them and shoved the 2nd finger in and started thrusting his fingers in and out of their weeping cunt.

“Oh ~ oh fuck~ Capo~” they mewled.

He laughed watching them weep in ecstasy.

“Does Bucciarati make you feel this good?” He asked thrusting and curling his fingers up to brush up against that soft sweet spot.

“…No… he doesn’t “ they cried. They felt a deep sense of guilt saying that, they knew Bucciarati knew it wasn’t true but even lying about it breaks their hea—

They felt a warm mouth on their clit and felt his tongue lapping at it like a thirsty animal.

“?!” The gasped so hard it hurt feeling him sucking and licking hard on their clit while furiously fingering them in tandem.

“Oh fuck! Capo~ “ they mewled. Their back arched and they grabbed on to his head to keep it in place. It was difficult to do so with his annoying hat in the way so he let them toss it off and grab him by the hair. Having his hair pulled on made him moan in their cunt and finger them faster in response.

“Capo~I’m gonna cum!” They sobbed with tears and drool just dripping down their face.

“Cum for your capo, Y/N.” He ordered.

“Augh! Capo! I’m cumming!” They shrieked.

The knot in their stomach was about to snap. The heat in them was intensifying. Their legs were shaking , and an orgasm came full force. They squirted all over his hand.

He pulled his soaked fingers out and gave them a taste.

“You look as good as you taste~ I can’t wait to wreak you.” He snickered as he took his pants completely off and started lining up his monstrous cock with their thoroughly wet pussy.

“Wait! I don’t think it’s going to fit! It will stretch me to my absolute limit!” Y/N panicked.

“ I made sure you were nice and wet. Besides, I wanna ruin you for Bucciarati. You’ll never want any man’s cock except mine ever again. I’m going to make your cunt a gaping mess.” He chuckled sadistically.

Y/N gulped in fear and prayed the stretch wouldn’t be agonizing. They have already been through so much pain the past 48 hours. He slowly breached his way in. It stung, he took up so much space. His tip is already kissing their cervix and their at least 2-3 inches left that still isn’t in yet. He forces it all the way in and Y/N groans in pain.

“You’re too big… this isn’t going to work.” They choked out.

“It’s either this or I go for your asshole. It’s up to you.” He warned.

There’s no way that cock is going anywhere near their ass. They knew with a cock that big they would end up disemboweled.

He gave them a brief minute and then he started to thrust.

“For an ex prostitute you’re really tight…” he panted

Y/N clenched their jaw and closed their eyes out of pain. Is this similar to giving birth? There’s something so huge inside you and it feels like it’s ripping you in half.

“Look at me.” He ordered.

They looked back up at him and stared into his blackened red eyes.

“I want you to see me ruin you. Look down at your stomach.” He instructed.

Y/N looked down at their painfully full stomach…there was a bulge there, his cock is so intrusive it’s bulging out of their stomach.

This seemed to turn the sadist on and he started to thrust harder. He loved how snug they were inside. It made him want to bury his cock even deeper into their cunt. Tears were rolling down their cheeks, for all the crying they did their cheeks were probably permanently stained by now.

Faintly the painful sting was starting to fade. Y/Ns body was slowly starting to relax; they could feel the heat growing in their stomach again.

“Starting to feel good?” He asked.

He smirked and picked up the pace. He nearly pulled all the way out and grabbed them by the thighs to hold them up. Then he thrusted back in hard, burying his cock as far it will go with the head penetrating the cervix.

“?!” Y/N gasp as they had the wind knocked out of them. They didn’t know how to register the feeling to be either pain or pleasure or both. Having the cervix breached was a foreign sensation to them.

The only noises that could be heard were the wet slapping sounds of flesh, the noisy mattress, panting, and the cries of ecstasy.

He completely brutalized her cunt, thrusting as hard as ever getting lost in the tightness and how slippery and wet it was coating his cock.

“Fuck, you look good taking me like this. I should have done this to you from the start!” He groaned.

“Ah~ Capo! You’re making me feel so full! I love it ~” they cried.

“Call me by my name.” He demanded. “ I wanna hear you say it.” He hooked his arms under their legs pushed them back .

“Risotto ~! Please fuck me harder~” Y/N mewled ignoring the pain in their heels.

Hearing his name like that lit a match under his ass, he immediately started to thrust harder and deeper like he wanted to break them. Seeing their lewd face with the tears and drool dribbling down their chin he put his head between theirs and their neck and sucked hard on it leaving his mark everywhere. They cried out and turned their head, exposing more of their neck. He kissed and licked down to the wounded breast and licked the trail of dried blood. He got their nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard enough to leave a hickey there as well. He wanted his enemy to know that he’s marked up all his precious partner.

“ Oh~ fuck Risotto ~ you are going to make me lose my mind!” They moaned.

He dove back down and kissed them deeply. He tasted of blood but Y/N didn’t care. Their tongues were fighting for dominance again while he was grinding his hips into theirs. They were timing his thrusts with their own. They were lost in the pleasure, they completely forgot that they were being held captive by this man. They were supposed to be fighting to the death but instead they are passionately fucking. The way he’s looking down at them, it almost looks to be a look of pure affection? No… Y/N is just delirious from all they've been through recently.

The familiar feeling was coming back. The knot in their stomach was coming loose.

“Risotto ~ I think I’m gonna cum!” Y/N howled, they were saying his name over and over again like it was a prayer.

“Me too. Cum with me!” He grunted. “Y/N! Fuck!”

They could feel themselves getting fuller from the cum being shot inside them. This set off their own orgasm as they clenched around his cock and squirted one last time. He let go of her legs, leaned in and gave one last deep kiss. Y/N was so exhausted, the last thing they remember was Risotto messing with the tripod before they passed out.

“This should send a strong message to him.”

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Everyone has been on edge since Y/N went missing. Y/N was like another nurturing parent to the group. They were always stopping fights, or cooking food for them, helping them with hair, or just listening to their problems. Everyone felt an empty hole in their hearts without them.

Bucciaratis normally sun kissed tan skin had become as white as a sheet. His stomach was in his throat and his heartbeat was pounding in his head.

“This is so much worse than I thought.” He muttered while watching the ransom tape.

Give them Trish or leave Y/N to suffer? He had to think of a way to keep them both safe. He came out of his office his serious look on his face but looked like he just was haunted.

“Everyone listen up. We have a serious problem. We know where Y/N is and it’s not good.” He announced.

Everyone now more concerned than ever, never seen Bucciarati this upset. They knew they had a shit show on their hands and it was going to be so much more complicated than just protecting Trish.

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Three ships: I have not been up to shipping anything as of late, so I don't think I can really answer this lmaooooooo But if I really have to then I am microwaving Shlong a.k.a The Shifting Mound/The Long Quiet in my brain, Saturn/Luna-Terra/Pluto the always wonderful polycule whose story changed my brain chemistry for the better, and honorary shoutout to Billford I guess

First ship: Can't remember, the earliest ship I can remember is probably Shinichi/Shiho from Detective Conan I suppose? I remember liking it as a ship before I even knew what a ship was

Last song: Steady, Steady by The Crane Wives

Last movie: Honestly can't remember the last time I watched a movie because movies in general mess with my emotional regulation to fuck and back. Probably Avengers Endgame I guess and it is like 5 years ago and all I remember was that I was on my phone like 3/4 of the time (my dad dragged us to the movie theater and I was like sure why not I like being out of the house anyways) and I still had popcorn leftover afterwards??? (gods now I want sweet popcorn)

Currently watching: I have not been watching anything either other than YouTubers' stuff, again, movies in general mess with my emotional regulation so I prefer to stick to reading (whether it is manga or books)

Currently reading: Lehninger Principles of Biochemistry 8th edition (International Edition) Since I just finished Piranesi, I guess this award goes to Miss Smilla's Feeling for Snow, which I am still less than halfway through? It is a nice book so far, you might want to read it a bit critically though. I am absolutely not in any position to speak about many of the topics in this book, so if any Greenlandic Inuk person somehow end up in my corner of the Internet, please give me some thoughts on this if you are comfortable with it.

Currently eating: Water lmaoooooooo, but I just finished some fried rice with ketchup and chicken tendies and it was blegh (in my defense neither the fried rice nor the tendies was of my own cooking)

Currently craving: Give me some Vietnamese food right now or I will end up on the news (Preferrably phở because I am sick af rn or the rice paper mix)

Tag time: @sprooknooky @treffyfrinn @thoughtless-gay-frog @qualityrain @cheesydelphox @pancake-man if y'all want to, no pressure <3