#felt SO GOOD using them 🤷

[running-in-the-dark]

last night I painted with acrylic paint for the first time - using a set of very cheap paints that I got for my 15th or 16th birthday (so they're about 15 years old). and it was... great?!

I had never used them for actual painting before, just for craft stuff (which is why I didn't have any blue paint left since I used that up). mainly because I can't stand the texture of dried acrylic paint, it's one of the worst textures ever (and there's so many bad ones...)

but painting with it was awesome??? damn, I wish I had tried it years ago!

so anyway I just spent a lot of money at the hardware store (they have a surprisingly good art section - they even have a pretty decent artist's quality brand, and not just sets but separate tubes too!)

[bunnys-kisses]

scream, cream & make it (not so) mean

simon 'ghost' riley

cw: size kink, smut/pwp, oral (f receiving), messy, mating press & breeding,

bunny says: i'd worship christ if he looked like simon riley 🤷

he's just so big. is that a problem? are you going to chicken out? no way! but you knew deep down that you were never going to take another cock again. at least one that wasn't his.

he just thought you were a dream. the type he'd marry and he'd put the ring on when you were ready. but for now. he spread you out on the bed. your thighs were wrapped around his head, his heart raced at the taste of you. he had to get you ready. he had to take his time to take you apart because if he was too aggressive, he'd break you in half.

and simon hated when he broke his toys.

he listened closely to every noise. he basked in your warmth as his tongue continued to brush up against your clit. you had to be so wet you were on the verge of orgasm or else it was going to be a tight fit for you.

he loved when the base of his cock got all creamy from your wetness. he let it pool around the base and down his balls. but to achieve that, it meant putting in the work between your legs.

"please, simon." you whimpered as you clutched onto his short brown hair. you were already on cloud nine and you knew the feeling was only going to become more intense.

he needed to make sure his girl was wet enough for him. you were such a tight fit and he was just so big. he was certain when people saw you walking down the street they wondered how the pieces fit together. but simon knew, it was determination and a skilled set of digits.

he teased your opening with his fingers as he continued to orally pleasure you. but he knew when your thighs got too tight around his head that it was time to get into action. he pulled away and wiped his mouth as he got up. he stroked his hard cock, you saw it up against his abdomen. he wasn't built like he was a dehydrated action star. there was bulk to him, he was imposing and large. and it turned you on greatly.

he knew exactly how to make you feel good. make you feel so small and vulnerable. it wasn't your fault that he was a hulking man who chose such a small woman to bed. but then again every woman would be small compared to him.

he loved how heated your body got. he loved how you tasted and felt on his tongue. it was your euphoria. it left his pulse racing as he gazed down at you. his cock stood at full attention as he stroked it, the head practically gushed pre-cum.

he was ready for his girl. he was ready to bury that heavy cock into your sweet sex. to use and abuse your sweet cunt as he kept you pinned under him.

you looked so good under him, it was where you were meant to be. pinned in his bed with his larger form dominating you. he soon grabbed you by the hips and folded you in half.

he almost had your knees to your ears and your hips in the air as he held them. he licked his lips before with a little guidance, sunk his hard cock into your sweet little cunt.

you puffed out your cheeks and exhaled as you accommodated to the girth. he had you in a proper mating press as he moved your hips up and down his cock like you were nothing but a toy.

he moved and maneuvered you with ease as he thrusted his cock in and out of you. it was like you weighed nothing, he handled you so easily as he pushed his cock all the way inside of you.

you swore you could feel it in the back of your throat with each heavy thrust. your thighs clenched from the feeling. you clung onto yourself under your knees as he picked up the pace.

the room grew hotter. you felt sweat on your body as he continued to rut against you. your head swirled a bit from the intensity of it all. you held on tightly, you almost kicked out your legs when he brushed against a particular soft spot.

he kept you down however as his cock bullied against your cervix. he wanted to breed you. you'd look so cute with a proper belly. his beautiful wife. he wondered if his kid would be as big as him when he was born. 99th percentile.

you'd carry them so well though. and you'd love the hell outta them. you'd be a great mother. sweet but stern. and he'd be there every step of the way.

he got closer and knew you were too. his pace became quicker the more he pushed his cock into you. he held you by your hips and just moved against you. you felt like a dream.

he swallowed back the tightness in his throat. with a few more heavy thrusts, you both finished together. he made sure to pull away from you and lie down beside you so he didn't crush you.

he pulled you into his arms and you felt so small against him. he was such a good lover. you couldn't believe that someone like him loved you.

"good girl." he said in a gruff time.

"thank you, si." you yawned a little.

you may not believe in a god, but when simon got back between your legs to overstimulate your clit with his tongue. you swore that there was a divine being and he looked an awful lot like your boyfriend.

[soupbabe]

Yoshikage Kira with a Shy! Child! Reader Headcanons

Anon asked: Hello!! I stumbled across your blog and I hope it's chill to request something with Yoshikage Kira and child!reader? Possibly Hayato's younger quiet sibling! At first they were scared and looked like they were 'suspicious' of him but it didn't take long for them to be extremely attached to him- they would only talk to him, follow him around a lot, hold onto him, etc etc! idk the thought of this menace being a dad.. sounds oddly nice ;u; I hope this is okay!!

It's okay!! Tbh a lot of my Kira stuff in my Masterlist is dad! Kira 😅😅 honestly I'm surprised I haven't written this before.

- Upon meeting you, Yoshikage would think you were kind of odd, but easily brushed you off.

- You were young, single digits, he didn't waste his time fretting over you as he did Hayato.

- Even if you did stick to your older brother's side all the time, Kira knew you were too young to fully grasp his theories

- But the bond between you and your "dad" grew during Kira's first few days of being Kosaku

- You noticed your dad being more outwardly affectionate, packing lunches, and sending you and Hayato off with a friendly goodbye

- It felt suspicious at first, you'd talk to Hayato about it every now n then, but it was hard to turn away from how nice your dad was being

- It was a pleasant change, and eventually you'd find yourself opening up to Kira.

- Every "what did you do at school today" was met with an actual response instead of a shrug, Kira and Shinobu would notice you smiling more

- Who knew that paying more attention to your kid could get them to come out of their shell 🤷

- While Yoshikage wanted and expected himself to be a better husband and father, he didn't expect his niceties to be reciprocated so quickly

- At first, he was annoyed. If he needed to go out and suppress his urges, he didn't want a kid hugging his leg and sobbing every time he left

- Give it a week and you'll get him to crack.

- He'll squeeze in extra time in his tight schedule to walk you to school and he'll pack you sweet notes in your lunch

- He still doesn't fully accept the idea that he loves you as if you were his kid, he thinks he came around to your "usefulness" to him. What's more normal than a dad that cares about his kid?

- Not to mention you report back to Hayato with nothing but good and normal things about him. Having you around eases suspension at all angles

- But y'know.. if he heard you were getting bullied he would kill for you. No doubt about it.

- Kira can't help but be that proud dad who's passive aggressively showing you off. He'd sign up for any school conferences just to brag about you

- He'd laugh at you hiding behind him or covering up his face, but he'll play it off and say that he's glad his child is so humble

- You being shy and silent didn't bother Yoshikage as much as it bothered Shinobu.

- He was a quiet kid too, and as long as you're keeping out of trouble, he doesn't see a problem with it

- In fact, he prefers it. He's happy he stole the identity of a man with two children that aren't over the top ankle biters, having you around gets him closer to the quiet life he's always dreamed of!

[flicklikesstuff]

Hazbin Hotel Ep 8 Ramble and Theory

⚠️ SPOILERS!! ⚠️

Surprisingly, the show’s first season really got me hooked with its storyline and I can’t wait what’s in store for the upcoming season 2.

I’ve had my suspicions with Alastor since the pilot, and it just keeps growing with every episode. Even then, his real motivations are just hard to really see and it’s what makes his character intriguing. One moment, he’s lurking in the shadows like some sort of villain, and then the next, we see him maaaybe caring for his friends?? If he even considers them that. Idk 🤷

I’ve always thought that maybe he’s sticking around and playing nice to get Charlie’s guard down in the long run. Waiting for her to get desperate so he can strike a deal with her. So he could ask her for any favour in the future. And guess what? That’s what he exactly does in Ep 7.

And if I’m recalling correctly, Alastor helped Charlie with the war, but Charlie is yet to grant her own end of the deal. Alastor STILL is owed a favour from her.

(Where am I going with this theory and analysis? I’m getting there-)

At one point, maybe he did genuinely care for the hotel and the people in it. Regardless what his motives were. He even admits it’s a “surprising thrill” to watch them form connections. But the word choices he uses in this scene are just sooo…weird?

“Almost??” “Could get accustomed??”

It sounds like he admits feeling attached to the other characters but at the same time, doesn’t want to commit to it. Does he have far more nefarious intentions in mind for them and that’s why he’s so distant?

Alastor probably noticed this in the ending of Ep 8 too. His altruistic self almost got control of him. He almost risked his life to help his “friends.” And he didn’t like that one bit. Perhaps, he sees this trait as a weakness.

It really sounds like the verse“Great Alastor Altruist died” is equal to him stating that “there’s no more Mr. Nice Guy” from now on. He’s disconnecting and staying firm to whatever his highly vague motives are. And it’s highly likely that whatever’s holding him back from his full power is the deal he made itself. And he’s going to try anything to get out of it. Maybe that’s the reason why he approached Charlie in the first place.

And I’m going back to Charlie’s deal with him here. The only condition she has is that she won’t harm anyone for him. But knowing Alastor, he’s going to twist the words a bit there. Maybe he won’t harm them physically. But maybe in some other way. Indirectly. One that Charlie won’t see in the long run. Maybe he uses this one favour to help him break free of this deal or loosen it in some way.

And Charlie already has so much trust in him after the battle, she most likely won’t see it coming. It’s perfect.

(Not exactly sure how these soul contracts work buuut, she’s the princess right? Maybe she’s powerful enough to do smth about it? Maybe that’s why Alastor was so interested to gain her trust and potentially free himself?)

…….

But anyway! Onto the second part of my theory!

Alastor’s probably going to optimise his one chance of freedom through Charlie’s owed favour. But I have a feeling he’s not only going to use just Charlie.

Who else is at the hotel that the other main cast members trust? Who he could freely command under his control? To show up at his will? Answer his beck and call? Whose souls that Alastor owns?

I swear. It is NO ACCIDENT that these two were standing side by side. NEXT TO ALASTOR. In the ending. (Or maybe I’m overanalysing, but whatever. This is MY ramble)

When Alastor comes back from the “dead”, everyone was happy to see him. Especially Charlie. And surprisingly Vaggie? I guess she’s warming up to him. Idk if that’s good or not.

Everyone except Lucifer and Husk. Lucifer’s still bitter on the whole ‘dad’ thing. But I just really felt sooo bad for Husk here. 😂 My guy had maybe a few happy hours of what he thought was freedom. Then he sees this guy come back and he’s just: “Ahhhh… SHT-!”

Now I’m just saying, I don’t think Alastor can just casually go up to Charlie and just easily demand that favour. Especially now that Lucifer might be staying around(?) Also, Alastor sounds like someone who would strategically play the long run if it means benefits. Albeit, less truly altruistic than before since that approach almost costed him highly.

He’s maybe going to have to pull some strings to really make Charlie feel like she HAS to do him a favour. To better solidify his chances and so she’s less likely to be hesitant/reluctant/suspicious. After all, Alastor is only owed ONE FAVOUR. Maybe he’ll pull some strings to win over Lucifer’s own trust too so he won’t be stopping Charlie? (I’m not sure, these two are not in good terms.)

(Look me in the eyes and tell me this is the face of someone who’s definitely not going to use this hotel for his own personal gain. Things are going to start getting ugly with Alastor’s new approach. I’m also still like 80% sure these 3 characters are placed together for a reason. It CANNOT be a complete coincidence, right?)

Now I’m really curious how Husk and Niffty would react under this sudden new approach. The angst potential here is smelling strong. It’s obvious that they’re starting to get highly attached to the hotel and really consider the others as friends. Something Alastor didn’t allow himself to.

And it’s not like they have a voice in the matter either. No matter what Alastor tells them to do to secretly manipulate things around the place so he’ll appear like he’s “helping out more.”

Who knows really? What kind of errands he’ll force them to do? “Mr. Nice Guy” is really no longer an option here. That guy is dead. Adam killed him.

And all at the same time, Alastor wouldn’t be breaking Charlie’s condition. He’s not making her hurt anyone at all. Just helping a good old pal, who’s done so much for her, to maybe loosen the constraints his deal has. Or whatever else he wants, I don’t fcking know-

(But Srsly though. The angst??? Niffty and Alastor are fond with each other, but Niffty is also starting to like her new friends too. Will that create some sort of rift? Niffty actually being hesitant??

And don’t even get me STARTED on Huskerdust. Like wtf-? Husk has already stepped out of line before and it left him completely shaken. What else could he do? And a heartbroken Angel finding out he’s behind all this when Husk is the first person to truly reach out to him? Husk not being able to meet his gaze out of guilt?? THE FCK-???)

Yeaaaahhh, can’t wait what Season 2 has for us all….

Remember fellas, this is just a theory. A Hazbin theory! :))

[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: the usual, Jealous Remus™️ and Full Moon Remus™️ (aka my favorite type of Remus), I feel like I went crazy with this one, definitely better than pt.2

Also huge shout out to @some-insomniac-writes and especially one fic that I have been reading all day and night. I feel like I might have copied some parts of the story but I also feel like I kind of engraved it to my brain so 🤷 who knows?

Part 1 , Part 2

"Ready for round two?"

Well.. it hasn't been just this one round. There was also the time. I was shoved into broomclosets, fucked like it was our last time and exited said broomclisets looking as if I had dealt with a hurricane which left purple marks adorning my body like a canvas. Or the time we met at the Perfects bathroom at midnight and stayed in the water until I couldn't walk. Or all the times he sneaked into my room putting in good use not only my bed, but my shower, my desk, my mirror, pretty much all my furniture if I am being honest. Or when.... well you got the gist of it.

All this was a fun experience, but still there was a gaping hole in my heart. Sure he said he loved my laugh, the sounds I made, the way I tasted and he did stay with me every single time, taking care of me. But that didn't sooth my aching heart. The way it stung when all the girls not just flirted with him but threw themselves at him. He was mine ... wasn't he?

I dismissed all these thoughts trying to focus on Alfred, my potions partner, a Hufflepuff boy that was struggling with the lesson. He was sitting way too close to me and was trying to have some kind of physical contact with me. But that didn't affect me. He wasn't the one that with a single touch he could drive me crazy. Or just his mere presence, his scent, his body heat... Remus on the other hand, was something.

He was also watching me. His gaze digging holes on the poor boy's head. Soon all this will be over. I will go back to my room, take a nice hot shower. And that was exactly what happened. Until the clock struck 1:23, that was when a thud sounded outside the dorm and a low swearing voice. Remus, he was here.

He entered the dorm easily, picking the lock. Without missing a beat, he walked confidently towards my bed, getting atop of me and kissing me senseless. Discarding my clothes and letting them fly in every possible direction. Kissing and marking up every inch of my skin, paying special attention to my breasts. And then kissing a straight line across my collarbones

"You smell like him. His cologne is all over you." Every single one of his movements is done to precision. His hand startles me as he starts, rubbing my clit with his thumb. "You're mine. Only mine. If that bastard ever comes close to you ..." I didn't know he could be so territorial. So jealous. So ... committed.

He is teasing me now. Playing with my folds, using only one of his fingers, enough to drive me wild and over the brink of insanity, enough to hit all the right spots. Enough to delay the oncoming orgasm and make this as painful as possible.

"Who makes you feel good?"

"You"

"Scream my name, sweetheart. Let the world know who you belong to." He says as a hand comes hard down my pussy. Making a startled yelp leave my lips.

"Remus"

"What is it, love?" Says the taunting son of a bitch. "Say what I want to hear. And you will get the special treatment tonight."

"I'm yours. Only yours. Please."

"Atta girl. Now let the fun begin." With this he stands up and walks back towards the edge of the bed, whilst holding my calves, dragging me too, until only half of my ass is touching the bed. He gets down on his knees and starts kissing my thighs. That was how I found myself like this.

My body was desperately trying to get away from his mouth, a squeal ripping from my lungs as his hands kept a firm hold on my thighs. Keeping my legs spread open for him, giving him easier access to my cunt from what felt like endless hours of orgasm after orgasm. Cum after cum, Remus wetting his lips just so he could delve back in with his tongue and open mouth, lapping up as much of me as possible. He was insatiable, all low moans and growls against me. His eyes scrunched so tight that a crease was forming between his brows. Mumbling every few minutes statements of ‘right there?’ and ‘aw, poor thing.’ when I squealed and kicked in overstimulation, taunting me as usual.

“One more, dovey. One more.” He spoke into the my cunt, what was the biggest lie ever. It was always ‘one more’ with him. One more turned into two, and then after that, I’d likely pass out cold from exhaustion. But it was worth it. He was feral. Mixing Jealous Remus and Full Moon Remus could never have a good result.

“I can’t!” I sobbed out, a sharp gasp falling from my lips as he pushed his face and nose even further against me, something I didn’t believe was even possible, despite all my pathetic attempts to keep him away. His knees dug harshly into the floor to keep him steady. He was almost lifting my hips from the mattress as he ate me out like I was his last meal. Drank me in like he was a man that wandered the desert for days on end.

It was obvious from the start that Remus had a particular liking when it came to eating me out, in fact, he was often rather enthusiastic about it. If anything he begged to go down on me whenever we had sex. He was just so obsessed with how I tasted; better than any Butterbeer or chocolate no matter the price, a finer meal than anything else on earth, according to him. So when I tried to push him away, tried to make a feeble attempt to interrupt him, trying to take away his favourite thing in the world, it was no wonder he was acting like a madman.

Overstimulation wasn’t rare with Remus, in fact, it was pretty common. As he nuzzled his nose against my clit he said "There's no running from this dove you're at my mercy now."

At this point, tears are streaming down my face, and my throat feels so sore. Everything is just too much. But that doesn't make him stop. So when I cross that euphoric blurred line, he is there and he doesn't stop, claiming everything my body offers him. Next thing I know I am face down duried into a pillow and my ass is up in the air. He is already inside of me, his hand placed on my shoulder blades as it moves towards the back of my throat, keeping me immobile. Not that I would have any energy left to do anything.

He sets a relentless pace, driving out one orgasm after the other for both of us. And yet his movements never stop, it seems almost impossible. How could someone do such a thing?

Him, apparently. Because all our previous releases are coating not only my cunt and his cock but they are also ruining the sheets. He is getting sloppy now, his stamina is running thin as he pulls my hair and brings me right to his lap.

That's how tomorrow finds me. The first light of the sun illuminates the room. Finally giving Remus the perfect view. Seeing how he enters me again and again as his hips move upwards with enough force to make my tits bounce painfully, while he uses my hips as leverage moving them up and down bouncing them. My voice is long lost as I cum for the last time and we both collapse to the bed. His cock was still inside me, keeping every last drop of our releases in place.

There is no way I will be walking any time soon.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting angry with my aunt for being uncomfortable with me doing things to show affection to my girlfriend in front of my family at the dinner table?

Could this post be tagged 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ anon so I can find it more easily? Thank you!

(Possible homophobia and transphobia trigger warning)

I (transmasc enby) and my mom went over to my aunt's house for dinner, because family from far away was in town at her place and I wanted to see them. My girlfriend (who lives with me because she moved from far away and we're also very serious about our relationship) came along despite dealing with a headache and neck pain at the time because she wanted to meet the family from out of town (she'd already met my mom and the aunt hosting the dinner before).

At some point after dinner my girlfriend's head and neck pain were really starting to bother her, so she asked for some migraine meds and for me to massage her neck and head to try and ease the discomfort. We didn't leave the dinner table because we were still trying to be part of the conversation, although ultimately she did go lay down on the couch for a bit because it was getting to be too much. Girlfriend and I were kinda stuck because we rode over with my mom.

The next day, aunt bothered my mom a lot and insisted that she let us know how "uncomfortable" we made "everyone". No elaboration whatsoever but she really pushed about it to the point that my mom felt forced to convey the message. Essentially aunt wanted her to tell us that anything besides hand holding was not okay and we made everyone upset, but did not elaborate on what we did wrong. This made my girlfriend cry, and it made me furious (for the record, the next time I spent time with this side of the family all we did was hold hands and aunt still looked at the two of us with disgust so 🤷).

I reached out to her to 1) let her know she was either going to have to tolerate our relationship or cut us off; and 2) try to confirm exactly what it was we did wrong that night so we don't do it again. She told me my girlfriend and I were being inappropriate at her kitchen table because I was rubbing her head and neck, and that we should have either dealt with it where nobody else had to see or gone home (once again, we rode over with my mom so going home wasn't really an option). She insisted it wasn't about us being a queer couple but given that she believes gay people go to hell and has said transphobic things in the past I'm doubtful she's being truthful.

I told her that was such a stupid thing to be weird about, that maybe she should ask questions instead of being immediately judgemental, that it's unfair to ask someone to leave when they're dealing with chronic pain, and that it was hypocritical of her to be weirded out by that when the family was making inappropriate jokes at the table earlier and that was apparently just fine. I admit I also used the opportunity to air out a couple other grievances I had such as: the time she yelled at me for something I didn't do and said very mean things to me because of it at a time where I was not in a good place mentally (she refuses to apologize for this), and her deliberately deadnaming me and using the wrong pronouns to refer to me. I told her if she can't respect me and my girlfriend then I would like if she didn't talk to me anymore. Thankfully she's at least been respecting my wishes in this regard.

Evidently she got very upset about it because she said something to another aunt, who then got angry with me and refused to listen to me, telling me I should just apologize if I made someone uncomfortable (but that's a story for another AITA).

Am I the asshole?

[love-islike-abomb]

Dreams

Roman reigns x y/n

"so baby dry your eyes, save all the tears you've cried! Oh that's that dreams are made of!!"

I'm in my make Seth the bad guy era🤷

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut!! Errors I may have missed.

Word count: 1.7k

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @heerah34 @marchm-langdon @mindfulofmani @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @queengreenarrowmia89 @thesamoanqueen @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda

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"y/n we aren't done with this discussion! Sit your ass down!" Seth yelled "If you haven't noticed im the one whos kept the shield together!" He yelled.

Dean got in his face just then "the fuck you are! Its been me, y/n and roman holding it down while you go off and do whatever it is you do with those strippers we see leaving your hotel room everyday and you're so drunk we have to make excuses for you!"

"dean dont!" I said trying to seperate them but it was no use. All 3 of them were arguing now and hearing it was just to much for me. I grabbed my coat and purse and headed down to my car. They wouldnt even notice I was gone and if they did would they even care?

Romans POV

I turned around to walk away and noticed y/n wasnt on th couch. She must be in her room. I went and knocked on her door but got no answer. I walked back out to the living room "if you 2 would shut up!!" I yelled "y/n is missing and I think its because of us!"

"who cares! Let her go! It's not like she matters to us anyway!" Seth said with a smirk

"seth that's not funny! You know how sensitive she is to us fighting! Arguing terrifies her!" Dean said.

"oh well!" He said with little weasel laugh he does. I picked him up by his shirt and shoved him against the wall "if anything happens to her i swear i'll-"

"you'll what? Kick my ass? I'd love to see you try big dog!" He laughed "aww someone's in love!" He mocked and I drew my fist back but felt Dean grab my arm "he's not worth it!" He said.

I lowered my fist "you're right. He isn't. But she is!" I said grabbing my car keys and wallet.

I had let her go once. I wasn't about to again.

Y/n's POV

"another one?" The bar tender said "don't you think you've had enough?"

"i'll stop when I stop! Besides its not like i can't call an Uber" i said glaring at him.

He poured me another shot of tequila and i downed it without even blinking "y/n?" A voice from behind me said. I recognized it almost instantly "what do you want Roman?!" I spat.

"y/n are you drunk?" He asked.

"I'm fine!" I said trying to stand up only to lose my balance because of the alcohol.

"Clearly you're not fine" he said catching me before I fell to the floor. I was angry at Seth not him. I hated Seth for putting me through this shit. I should've chosen Roman but Seth said all the right things. I was young and naive. I had started drinking to drown my troubles away but I had hidden it so well that none of them knew. Roman hd held my heart for a long time but I was to afraid to tell him. what if he didn't feel the same anymore? What if he hated me now?

"Let's get you back to the hotel" he said "I'll even tuck you in" he smiled. His smile brought back so many good memories of when I was happy. When all was right in the world. My heart ached for it all to be what it once was but I had the feeling it wasn't going to be.

Romans pov

I put her in the car and buckled her in. She passed out half way back to the hotel. A number of things went through my head as I drove. Did she still feel the same way? Was she over me or was the spark still there? I would have to wait until she sobered up and ask when the time was right or let her bring it up. The thought of losing her again terrified me.

When I pulled into the hotel parking lot dean was in the walkway waiting. Seth was no where to be found. I got out of the car, went to y/n's side of the car and pulled her out and carried her into the hotel "what happened?" Dean asked. "She's drunk!" I said.

"Ro, Seth left and took all his stuff..i don't think he's coming back!" Dean said "I called Steph and told her what happened. She's gonna talk to hunter and Seth is gonna face disciplinary action possibly even termination"

"As much as I don't want the shield to split up I think it's for the best!" I said "I'm gonna get her into bed. She's gonna have. Massive headache tomorrow"

I had Dean grab my key card to my hotel roomoit of his wallet and open the door. He had an extra just for this very reason. "I'll see you in the morning Dean" I said walking in with y/n and shut the door with my foot. I carried her to the bed and laid her down and covered her up. Taking my shoes off I pulled the couch bed out and laid down.

I didn't know how tomorrow was gonna go but I hoped it would be ok. I was still madly in love with her and I could only hope He felt the same.

The next morning

Y/n's POV

I woke up and surprisingly didn't have a headache. Then I looked over and saw Roman on the couch bed "still the gentleman I remember" I smiled. He was the total opposite of Seth. A gentleman, loving, romantic, caring, and an animal in bed! I sighed thinking about the fact that there was always the possibility that he wasn't in love with me anymore but I would cross that bridge later.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Still no headache. I turned the water on to wet my toothbrush "still so noisy!" I heard and nearly jumped out of my skin before realizing it was Roman and laughed at myself "i wasn't expecting you to wake up" I smiled "I was just gonna brush my teeth and get a shower"

"Before you do there's something I wanna talk to you about" he said. My heart started to race "what's that?" I asked.

"I know you probably don't remember but you told me you still loved me last night" he said. My heart dropped. I'm never gonna see him again. "Was that just the alcohol talking or?"

I swallowed hard. I was scared I was about to get rejected by the one person I still cared about. Better to get it over with now so I can move on with my life "i- i still love you but if you don't feel the same anymore i under-" he cut me off pressing his lips to mine and without even thinking I kissed him back instantly. my heart pounded in my throat tasting his lips again before he broke away "I hated seeing you with Seth!" He said "I was afraid you didn't love me anymore!"

"Seth said all the right things to swoon me but I'm still in love with you!" I smiled.

He rested his hand on the side of my face giving a few soft small kisses before a needy passionate kiss took over. He ran his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance which i gave him. Our tongue danced for dominance before he lifted me up and carried me to the bed before gently laying me down on it.

"I love you so much baby girl! I never wanna lose you again!" He said.

I ran my hands through his long, jet black hair "I love you to and im not going anywhere!" I smiled "I need you!"

"I fucking need you to baby!" My pajamas were soon torn off and his boxers came off and landed in a pile on the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slowly slid inside me, both of us letting out groans of pleasure "uhn Fuck! Still such a wet, tight pussy!" He growled.

"You're so big ro!!" I groaned. His thrusts soon formed a rhythm as our skin slapped together "uhn fuck baby girl! You're already gripping me! Don't you cum yet! We've barely started! I'm gonna fuck you all night! The whole hotel is gonna know my name!" He growled. The husky voice I loved so much combined with his dirty talk nearly sent me over the edge. He got a smirk on his face and grabbed my throat "fuck!" I moaned out.

"You thought I'd forget you liked to be choked didnt you?" He smirked. His thrusts got faster and harder "what's my name baby?" He growled before lifting my legs over his shoulder allow him deeper access "what's my name baby girl?"

"Daddy!!" I groaned.

"That's my good girl! You're mine!" He growled his hips snapping against mine even harder "oooh fuck!!"

"Oh yeah I can feel that pussy gripping my cock! Cum for daddy baby girl! Milk my cock! Milk it dry!"

His dirty talk sent me over the edge and my orgasm rocked my body before he started snapping his hips faster "oh fuck baby I'm gonna fill that pussy! Oh fuck yes! Take it you whore!" He growled before spilling his hot cum deep inside me. A few more sloppy thrusts and he Stilled inside me, letting my legs down, leaning forward to give me a kiss. "I love you so much beautiful! I'm so glad I have you back!"

He slowly pulled out of me and collapsed to the bed. An idea popped into my head And I got on top of him, straddling him "nice view" he smiled before I ground my pussy against him "oh fuck baby!" He groaned and I felt his cock harden again "you aren't gonna be able to walk by the time we're done!" He smirked.

"Who says I'm going anywhere?" I smiled.

"That's daddy's good girl!!"

[tkhzs]

‘ Home. ’

pairing: nick sturniolo × male reader.

tw: daddy issues, blood, yelling and beating.

summary: When you end up getting beaten up by your father after a argument, and soon after, you show up at your boyfriend's door begging for comfort.

warnings: angst(but fluff at the end), swearing, petnames(baby, angel), use of y/n (🤷) and references to "this is home" by cavetown at the end.

(Y/n) sighed softly as he closed his bedroom door and walked into the living room. As always, his mother had already left for work, and his father had already called him shouting, claiming that ‘they needed to talk’.

“"What happened now?” He questioned as he entered the room, arching an eyebrow slightly as he stopped in front of him, who was sitting on the couch.

“The television bill is late.” The older man responded without taking his eyes off his son, with that stupid frown that he had already learned to unveil, he seemed just a few steps away from freaking out.

“No, it's not, I paid it yesterday…” he tried to continue with a calm tone of voice, that type of demand had been common since the moment he got a job, and his father basically threw all the house bills onto him.

“There's another one.” He almost groaned, extending a paper towards the boy, as he took it in his hands, it didn't take much effort to know that this was an adult channel plan.

God, there weren't enough words to demonstrate how disgusting that man was….

“Sorry, but I'm not going to pay for that.” It was (Y/n) turn to grumble, crumpling the bill and throwing it on the floor, seeing his father's eyes widen and him stand up abruptly.

“We made a deal, didn't we?” He brought his hand up to his chin, forcing (Y/n) gaze to meet his, making him squirm slightly “You pay the bills, and your mother does the household shopping.”

“If you want to watch porn, pay for it yourself…!” He growled softly, frowning as he tried to free himself from the man’s hold.

He just raised his free hand, making (Y/n) eyes widen in fright when he felt a firm slap against his cheek.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?!” He shouted as he let go of his face, causing him to almost fall back, But that didn't stop him from continuing his 'punishment’.

Slaps, punches, scratches, repeatedly and in various places…Holy shit, how (Y/n) wished he could disappear from the face of the earth.

timeskip...

The triplets were in the kitchen, Matt and Chris were closely watching the tray of cookies in the oven, an act that made Nick, who was sitting next to the counter, let out a laugh

“Jesus, you guys look like two kids…” He chuckled, seeing the two brothers turn to him, looking at him with a begging expression that he already knew very well.

“Can we call (Y/n)??” The two spoke in unison, smiling happily just when mentioning their brother-in-law, which made Nick's heart melt a little.

(Y/n) always had a good relationship with his boyfriend's family, Matt and Chris were always very welcoming to anyone who showed up at their house, but with (Y/n)... they certainly got special treatment. And even though the boy hadn't had the chance to meet their parents, they all spoke very well of Nick's partner to them.

“Out of nowhere, guys?” The eldest couldn't help but smile, even though he was surprised by the sudden request, he found the brothers' consideration towards the other boy cute.

“You said the other day that he liked candies…” Matt muttered as he turned his attention to the tray in the oven again, making Chris nod as he repeated Matt’s act, fidgeting with the glove on his hand as he did so.

“You're lucky today is his day off…” Nick sighed as he was about to pick up his phone to call his boyfriend, but was soon interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

“You answer!” The two boys spoke while still sitting on the floor in front of the oven, making Nick grunt an 'idiots' before getting up and walking to the front door.

Upon opening the door, his blue eyes quickly widened at the sight: (Y/n) was leaning against the door frame, his legs shaking as he forced himself to stand and his whole face and shirt was covered in blood and tears.

“Damn, (Y/n)! What happened to you?!” He asked as he carefully pulled his boyfriend into the house, cradling the smaller body in a hug while being careful not to press on any bruises.

“H-he...did it again…” He forced his voice out as he curled up against Nick's chest, trying to calm himself as he listened to his heartbeat.

“Did you walk here alone?” He asked softly, mentally cursing that man, but trying his best to maintain a calm posture in front of his boy. (Y/n) just nodded weakly, letting a painful whine as Nick scooped him onto his lap “That’s fine, baby, i got you…”

Matt and Chris watched the scene from the kitchen door, scared by the situation as they had no knowledge about (Y/n)'s father.

“You two, first aid kit, now.” Nick spoke without turning around, knowing the two were there but not caring as he rocked his boyfriend gently in his arms.

-

“(Y/n), I know it hurts, but you can't keep throwing a tantrum!” Chris gave a little scolding while holding the bottle of antiseptic in his hand, he was kneeling on the floor in front of (Y/n) and Nick on the couch, watching his brother caress his boyfriend’s hair softly as the boy clinged on his side even more.

“I would rather die!” The boy spoke followed by a sniffle, his voice still weak as he tried to recover from his earlier crying. He hugged his injured leg against his chest, and even though it hurt, he still thought it would hurt more with the medicine.

“Angel, you've already taken a shower, now you need the bandages…” Nick tried to convince him, but gasping softly as he saw his boyfriend hiding his face in his hands, grunting as he curled into a ball. “You're a pain in the ass, boy…”

“(Y/n)!” Matt called as he walked into the living room holding one of the cookies they had made in his hands, a proud smile on his face as he saw the boy look up at him “You want it?”

“Matt, what the-” Chris tried to argue, but soon had his attention stolen by a (Y/n) with sparkling eyes and parted lips, extending his arm towards Matt, opening and closing his hand slightly in an attempt to show his interest.

“So let Chris take care of your leg, I know he seems a bit stupid, but he knows what he's doing… “ Matt couldn't help but tease, laughing loudly when Chris tried to hit his leg.

(Y/n) quickly unfolded his leg, keeping his arm outstretched as he tried to grab the cookie from Matt's hand. “Gimme, please…” He whined, making Nick chuckle at the situation and take the candy from Matt, placing it on his boyfriend's hand and watching as he smiled and chewed his food happily.

Matt and Chris soon stopped 'arguing', Chris carefully holding the boy's leg in front of him and starting to apply the cotton with the medicine, eliciting small grunts from (Y/n), who hugged Nick thigher with every slightest sting.

For (Y/n), it was strange to think that those boys cared more about him than his own family…

But that thought quickly dissipated when he realized that, 'strangely', he felt at home in that place.

[prideprejudce]

I love your take on Oppenheimer!! I completely agree! The whole time I was watching it I got this very strong sense that I was supposed to feel sorry for Oppenheimer cause he dID sO mUcH FoR hIs CoUnTrY and then they were mean to him :’( but it’s like he spent countless hours and billions of government money researching how to kill as many people as possible with minimal effort under the guise that it was all about the science when it is impossible for such an undertaking to be purely about the science. It was frankly naive of him to believe that the us government wouldn’t use the bomb the second it was available to them whether they needed to or not. And him feeling badly about it after the fact and regretting what he did does not excuse his actions or his naivety. The movie could’ve delved more deeply into this it could’ve shown the devastating effects of the bombs after they were dropped and could’ve demonstrated the long lasting effects it had on society as a whole in the decades that followed. Instead in the movie after the bomb is dropped we get to see the effects it had on Oppenheimer only. And to be honest I do not care that he felt bad I do not care that he lost his security clearance and I do not care that he was at long last “forgiven” by the government. He facilitated the murder of hundreds of thousands of innocent people and that in my opinion cannot be forgiven.

you summed it up perfectly - I was really hoping that we were going to get a good character dive into this man and how torn he was about the entire project- because on one hand it’s the pinnacle of everything that he’s ever worked towards and would solidify his name in history forever but…..on the other hand……he is still building a weapon of mass destruction

I just personally think this movie took a more shallow approach with it by giving him the “hallucinations” of the bomb all the sudden after trinity was a successful and then he FINALLY starts to feel torn about it. Whereas before he was just like “well whatever 🤷 someone’s gotta do it”. Now all the sudden he’s realizing that he built a nuclear BOMB? Idk i just feel like by the end Oppenheimer was just as much of a mystery as he was at the start and just….didn’t feel like a real character to me. what motivated him or drove his moral values seemed to change on every two minute scene

and personally I think so much time was wasted on the Strauss vs Oppenheimer plot. Like the big “twist” in the middle of the movie was revealing that Strauss was the “bad guy” the whole time who wants to boot Oppie out of the government but…..why should we care? We’ve only had a few scenes with the guy beforehand and never built much connection with him to begin with? All the sudden he’s the one to look out for? Ok….whatever? lol

what I will say though was that RDJ and Cillian Murphy acted their asses off and made the story as palpable as they could. And of course all the visuals of the trinity bomb were fantastic. I’m not knocking anyone who loved the movie. I just had such big hopes for this project since the beginning and it personally just missed the mark for me

[svt-sunnie]

8:41 PM | SUNNIE

taglist !! @seolboba @allthings-fandoms

date : march 7, 2024

a/n : yujun going through it… sorry I disappeared for so long 🤕 (also kinda short chapter but 🤷)

pairing : jun x sunnie (mentioned hao)

warnings : angst, they both cry, dating rumors

summary - the aftermath of this article

To say that Yuming was unaffected by the backlash she gets would be a lie. She honestly couldn't even count the number of times she used to cry to one of her members after another interviewer was being disrespectful or after reading a hateful comment. Over the years, she felt like she grew more confident in herself and within SEVENTEEN, especially with releasing her solo music, doing acting roles, and even just actively talking more during group schedules.

Now Yuming’s wondering if good things really don’t last forever as she scrolls through the array of articles and comments calling for her removal from the group.

“This can’t be serious..” She mutters, shaking her head. She knows it's unhealthy to consume this much negativity about herself, but usually Junhui or Minghao are there to talk her out of looking at hate about herself. Now looking around the empty dorm, she wishes either of the two could be there.

As much as Yuming and Junhui don't try to hide their relationship from fans, they both know how awful a dating rumor could be for both of their careers. Yuming sighs as she opens her text messages full of worried texts from the members. She feels terrible that she's been ignoring them all but can't find it in herself to respond to them.

Just as Yuming was about to turn her phone off and try to pretend nothing was happening, her messaging app buzzed with a new text.

New Text From: junnie 💕

can we talk?

To say Yuming was nervous would be the understatement of the year — she was completely terrified to answer Junhui. Her boyfriend was nowhere to be found the entire 13 hours of one of the worst dating rumors they’d been in. She even asked Minghao who was in China with Junhui, and he had no clue where Jun was.

Before she got the chance to even think about responding, her phone rang with an incoming call from Junhui. She lets it ring a few times before she decides to accept the call and puts it on speaker.

“Junhui I’m—”

“Did you see the articles? Are you okay?” Junhui interrupted.

“Hui, what do we do?” Yuming whispered, tearing up.

She absolutely hated crying, but she couldn't help the tears running down her face, “I ruined everything, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

“Baobei are you crying? Ming you didn't ruin anything. It's okay, please don't cry.” He quickly consoled.

“We have to tell everyone, don't we?” She said, trembling. “It's become too big to ignore now, hasn't it? Pledis even told me we have to deal with it one way or another..”

Junhui went silent for so long that Yuming almost thought he hung up.

“Hui, revealing our relationship could genuinely destroy our careers. It's not like we ever tried to hide it fully, but fans' theories don't even come close to an actual confirmation.” She sniffled.

“You know I'll always be by your side, right, Sun?” He said, and Yuming could swear she heard his voice shaking. “No matter what happens, we’ll get through this together, I promise.”

And Yuming can’t help but find herself believing him. No matter what happens, everything was going to be okay, right?

[bunnys-kisses]

little flame (good flame) - suguru geto

rating: e (18+) reader: f summary: getting drunk with your professor wasn’t a good idea, but when he poured you a glass of whiskey while you sat in his office you had no choice but to comply. after all you were slipping in your grades and wanted nothing more then to boost them high enough to keep your scholarship.  tags: college professor au, dark themes, baby trapping, power imbalance, smut, unprotected sex (with the reader not knowing), d/s dynamic, oral sex (m receiving), pregnancy a/n: 🤷

getting drunk with your professor wasn’t a good idea, but when he poured you a glass of whiskey while you sat in his office you had no choice but to comply. after all you were slipping in your grades and wanted nothing more then to boost them high enough to keep your scholarship. 

but keeping up with suguru geto’s political science course felt like you were taking an additional three courses. as you took a sip from the strong drink, you winced at the taste but kept your composure. 

he returned to his desk after pouring himself a drink as well, “you know, i was told by the vice principal to stop drinking in my office.” he smirked a little bit, “but, he doesn’t quite understand what it’s like to hear the same opinion all the time.” he took a small sip, “is it just too much to want to be excited by a pupil’s words?”

you felt your cheeks grow warm as his gaze focused on you. you cautiously took another drink. anything to keep your scholarship, “i think so too, mr. geto.” your voice was a little higher then you wanted it to be.

he smiled over the rim of his glass, “charming. now, what words will you use to...” he trailed off, “entice me.”

  “oh well, sir.” you swallowed, “i, uh, well. i need to know if there’s anything i can do to raise my grade.” you stammered a little bit, “like, i’m open to anything. i just want to keep my scholarship and your class is kicking my ass-” you stopped by him raising his hand.

  “you insult my class and you expect me to give yo a chance to raise your grade.” he placed his glass down, “is it kicking your ass, or are you just not ready for this kind of course? you can’t be older than eighteen, why don’t you go back to high school.” he cocked an eyebrow.

your brows furrowed, all anxiety melted out of your body as he insulted you to your face, “i’m twenty-two. and i won’t be spoken to that way.” a frown formed on your face as you placed your glass down on the small side table.

he tilted his head to the side, “only the strongest will survive, you shouldn’t rely on handouts. it’s unbecoming of a young woman.” 

you looked at him in shock, “excuse me!” you stood up, “you know what, fuck you!” your aw was tense as you clenched your fists. 

he howled in laughter, “oh, i love when they get riled up.” he took another sip of his drink, “now this entices me. i know all about you miss. i see how you act in my class. in the debates, in your writings. you just get a little wound up.” he put his glass down and relaxed back in his leather office chair.

  “maybe if you weren’t such a fucking bastard, mr. geto! you barely teach! you grade like a monster! you do nothing but lecture us for sucking in YOUR course!” you shouted loudly, you felt heat at the top of your ears and down your neck. 

geto laughed once more, “this is what i wanted. i wanted fire, i want you to disregard everything and fight with your whole chest. i want you angry.” he growled a little.

you swallowed, “so you will pass me now?”

he smiled, “i’ve had my eye on you, fighting in a sea of ‘dudebros’ who believe their trust funds will save the world. as much as i love your fire, i want to tame it into a strong little flame.’ he licked his lips, ‘now, what do you say? you listen to me, and i’ll pass you with flying colours. i’ll give them no choice but to give you your scholarship for another year.”

you suddenly sat down, you grabbed your notebook from your bag, “tell me, tell me everything i need to do to get these grades.”

he snickered, “oh, you won’t be needing a pen and paper for this.” he took another long sip of his drink, “now why don’t you finish that and come up on the desk. and i want your blouse off too, the frills will get in the way of what i want to do.” a sickening smile hung on his lips. 

hook, line, sinker. 

that was how you became under the thumb of geto. and once you were under his thumb, he took you apart piece by piece. but spoiled you dearly. while not under the gaze of your classmates, but nonetheless spoiled. 

his hand slid up your bare thigh as he laid next to you on the bed. you currently in a rent-by-the-hour love hotel as close to the campus as you could get. he drove you in the tinted windowed bentley he owned. his lips on your neck as you unlocked the door. now on the bed, his hands on your naked body. 

his hair tied back and out of his eyes, his lips attacked your flesh with kisses and bites. he groaned as his erection strained against his slacks. he liked being fully clothed while you were nude. 

he also loved you in various positions, in various outfits, in various places. he consumed you like the finest fruit. devoured you like a starving man and savoured sweet juices. he will never hunger again as long as he had you. and once the semester was over, he was free to devour you in more ways.

the darkest part of him hungered for something more. he saw how you looked in tight corsets and fishnets, soft pastels and sheer white socks, soft cardigans and loafers. but the swirls in his mind craved for something more...maternal.

you could finish your degree right? still be his little flame while carrying his child. walk around campus with a small but mighty bump that left you breathless and achy. move all your stuff to his townhouse and lay down the seeds for a family. 

his hands grazed your stomach as he kissed you. you’d have no choice but to be his bride if you wanted any social standing. he groaned in your ear as his cock grew harder in his pants. he felt a warmth all over his body at the idea of a very pregnant you with his child or rather children. he had read somewhere that only children had a myriad of problems so two or three will do. 

  “suguru.” you gasped, “what are you doing? c’mon. our hour will be up soon.” you body was flushed, your face warmed. your pussy wet with slick as you rubbed your thighs together. smearing wetness all over your inner thighs and pussy lips. 

  “right, right.” he said softly in your ear, biting at the lobe, “don’t want to keep the little flame waiting.” his voice hot in your ear, “i better teach you some manners next time.” 

  “try me, sir.” you said breathlessly as you rolled over to kiss him on the mouth. an open mouth kiss laid against him as you rubbed your knee against his bulge. 

  “you are a such a insatiable fire.” he growled against you before capturing your lips once more. he had decided. he was going to make you his, consume you in the only way a man could to a woman. 

you parted the kiss and started to undress him. he admired your curves as you unbuttoned his shirt like a good girl. he praised you and you leaned into him like a sunflower to the afternoon light. you were his good girl, always his brightest flame. 

  “after this, i’ll treat you to something nice. unless you’re expecting to go multiple rounds.” he purred as he took off his shirt and threw it to the ground, then followed by his belt. as much as he’d love to tie you up with it tonight, he wanted nothing more to watch you bounce on his cock. 

  “then you better pay for more hours, remember i’m ‘studying’ tonight at the library.” you smiled as you unzipped his pants, “but if i do a good job, i’m expecting at least a ninety on that report.”

he tapped your nose with a long, slender finger, “then you better do your best. i’d hate to fail you and go through an entire new semester with me. just because you’re a whore for my cock doesn’t mean that i will go easy on you.” he took his hair out of the tie and let it drape at his shoulders and down his back. he laid back in the bed, “do what you do best.”

you nodded, “yes, sir.” you laid by his side on your stomach and got his cock out of his underwear. you noticed the cock piercing in the tip. you licked the metal and heard him shakily exhale. in such a short time you had become a pro at giving his head. and to think you were a virgin before you lost it to him.

but no worrying your pretty little head, you’ll never have another man ever again. 

you started to suck his cock, your hot mouth on his impressive length as you held onto his thigh for support. you tried to go as deep as possible, mindful of your gag reflex. geto’s large hand found it’s way in your hair and started to gently scrape your scalp.

  “good flame, good girl. just like that, you know what to do. i’ve trained you well.” moulded you into the perfect toy, the perfect woman. refined lie a sharp blade, sharp and deadly. but you’d never harm him. when you were alone, you melted in front of him. you were jelly legs and flushed cheeks. you’d make a fine bride. 

you made small noises as you sucked him off, using all your spit and your tongue to pleasure him. the small smacking of your mouth against his cock made him shudder. 

he felt woozy, almost intoxicated from your mouth. he exhaled through grit teeth as you continued to bob your head on his length. he swallowed back a moan as he felt the wash of pleasure come over him. the more you sucked him off, the hotter he became. hairs stuck to the back of his neck as he let out a small groan. 

  “good little flame, good girl. burn bright with my cock in your mouth.” he growled. oh, he has had fantasies about you riding him. stark naked. the squelching of your pussy as he tried to conduct his class. he’d love to humiliate you in front of your peers. the boys who you argued with in class over every little thing. 

he combed through your hair as you continued to pleasure him. he let out soft groans and grunts as you played with him. he felt the sensation of you holding onto his thigh as you tongue moved up and down him.

  “please, sir.” you said, “you’re amazing.” you panted, spit stuck to your chin as you once against took him in your mouth. determined to pleasure him. 

he adored his little flame, he loved having you under his lock and key. was he a jealous man? sometimes. but it all melted away when he saw your lust filled eyes staring up at him as you sucked his cock. 

what he’d give to take pictures of you and post them around. make sure no other man would ever want you. ensure you’d be his forever, call it a sick obsession. but he craved carnally for his flame. the idea of you riding some senior’s cock made his stomach twist in a sick rage. 

he gently stroked your cheek before he guided your head further down his cock. he grunted a little as he watched you with attentive yet lust filled eyes. a sick lust in his gut, a primal, carnal urge. he wanted to paint your insides with his cum, seed you and watch you grow round with his child. 

maybe he will fail you, so he can watch you with your pregnant belly try to get up the stairs of the auditorium. knowing all the while he did that to you, curl around you like a snake and make sure he’ll never let go.  

you let out a bunch of soft moans as you continued to pleasure him. lost in his own thoughts, his attention was briefly away from your sweet noises. such an eager learner. he brushed your hair with his fingers once more as he pleasure came over him in strong waves. 

  “that’s it.” he praised, “that’s a good girl. my good girl. you’re mine, right?” he tapped your spit slick chin.

out of breath and wet, you gazed up at him with your mouth hung open. ready to pleasure him again. “yes, sir. yes, suguru. only yours.” from an inferno to a small flame. he cared for you like you were on a matchstick, burning small yet bright. 

the pleasure became more intense as you started to play with the piercing with your tongue. his breathing stuttered as he felt the intensity of lust. soon enough he was tensing up and not long after he was shooting ropes of cum down your throat. as he came, he gripped your hair and shoved his cock to the back of your throat, ensuring you swallowed every last drop.

you pulled your head away and panted, cum stuck to the corner of your mouth which your wiped up with your tongue. your pussy was soaked, your rubbed your thighs together as you sat on your heels. your cunt felt sticky and needy.

geto noticed and sat up, trying to catch his breath as well. he admired your softness, your curves and gentle figure. his cock twitched as he admired you. he gave his cock a few strokes to your body. he grit his teeth for a moment as the over sensitive length became hard again. he then patted the other side of the bed with his free hand, “c’mere. lie down. i’m not smashing your head into the footboard, come settle on a pillow.”

you moved up the bed and laid your head on the soft pillows. geto could see you all spread out, your pussy glistening in the light. you moaned as he dragged his pointer finger across your clit. needy as always. and to think you tried to stand up to him. 

he chuckled to him, “how about elbows and knees, i want to fuck you deep.” mostly he didn’t want you to see the holes in the condom as he came inside of you. 

you sat up and kissed him on the mouth once more. your kisses dragged down his neck and to his toned chest. while you kissed his flesh, he reached out and played with you nipples. which only made you rub your thighs together more.

you two played, kissed and stroked each other for a while until geto pulled away, pushed the hair out of his eyes and put you on your stomach with your hips hitched up.

 “you look so precious like this.” he admitted, “like a gorgeous painting. stunning, perfect, ethereal.” he moved some of your hair off your sweaty neck, “an angel, in the midst of mortals. like nothing before or after.” he wanted nothing more than to devour you, consume you like the gods consumed the finest of the heavens. as he stoked your pussy with his hand, then tasted your sweet wetness, he knew he had to have you. 

he leaned off the bed, hand on your hip to steady himself. he quickly pulled the condom out of his wallet, noticing the small holes in the wrapper. he spent his lunch break poking holes with a small sewing needle he borrowed from the fashion department. steady hands of a craftsman as he poked through the condom like he was sewing a fine article of clothing. 

he crumbled the wrapped after he pulled the condom out, noticing the small holes in the material. he smirked to himself like the devil himself. he got back behind you and slid on the condom.

  “one day.” he said, “I want to go bare.”

you exhaled into the cotton of the pillowcase, “either i’ll have to be pregnant, desperate or i’ll have to get rid of my uterus.” 

he chuckled, “it’s not bad to have dreams.” his thoughts lingered of a roundness to your middle as he pushed his cock in your wet heat. his jaw tensed as he held onto your hips and slipped fully inside. his balls hitting your ass as he seated himself in you. 

 “fuck,” you said breathlessly. 

  “that’s it, little flame.” he said softly, “beautiful.” he started to move his hips, admiring you from behind as he let his mind wander to the sound of your soft moans. he was glad the walls in the love hotel were thick.

it was his sick obsession come to light. he was going to impregnate you. he’d fuck you in every dark corner of campus, or in every corner of his office if it meant you’d be round with his child. 

he licked his lips at the image of you, struggling so hard to support the weight of a child. trying to attend classes while pushing your ninth month. would you take any time off school? would you drop out? if you did he’d take care of you, no need to go to school. just be his precious little housewife, feed and have his babies. let your textbooks gather dust as you chase around his children.

he started to pick up the pace. he thought for a moment he could feel your bare walls through the holes of the condom, but that might have just been his imagination. 

your noises got louder, moans, groans, noises that got caught in your throat as he bullied his cock deep in you. he loved his angle, he wondered if he was just pounding at your cervix with the need like an animal in heat. 

he gripped your hair and yanked your head back to hear your growing moans. he growled, “does that feel good? do you like that?” he thrusted harder into you, “does my little flame like that?”

you nodded meekly as another moan left your lips.

  “no, no, no.” he grunted, “use your words. be a good girl and tell me, scream it if you have to.” 

  “fuck! fuck!” you shouted, “it feels so good.” your moan got caught in your throat as he slammed into you hard, “please suguru. it feels so good! you make me feel amazing, sir! more! more!” you were basically babbling as he continued to fuck you. 

  “that’s what i like to hear.” he smirked as he forced your head back into the pillows and fucked you like a man with a mission. 

you gasped and moaned against the pillows as the bed creaked. occasionally hitting the wall, he pushed his cock as deep as he could inside of you. he let the carnal urge out. 

  “you are mine, all mine.” he grunted, “you are mine to use and tame. to fuck as i pleased. i will spoil you till the end of my days, but i am never letting you go.” his voice was a low growl as he dug his nails into the meat of your hips.

  ‘yes! yes!” you shouted into the pillows as you felt wave after wave of pleasure crash over you. you came on his cock, soaking it in your wetness. glistening in the light. 

he licked his lips as his cock twitched inside of you, feeling you orgasm. he kept up the brutal pace, eventually grabbing your arms for better leverage and holding you back as he fucked you. 

your head lifted from the pillow, you were a panting, moaning mess. your sweat covered neck and temples from the heat of the room. the sound of two bodies hitting together in passionate love making. 

geto groaned as he felt closer to his own orgasm. he managed to pull a few more out of you, milking you for everything you were worth. he marvelled in your loud moans and almost screams in pleasure. 

he collided your face back into the pillows and kept you there as he fucked you rapidly. his breath coming out in short pants as he raised his hip to get. abetter angle of fucking you. 

  “that’s it. that’s it. that’s a good girl.” he purred. 

with a few more hard thrusts he finished inside of you, praying to any god that he got you pregnant. if not he’d just have to try again, and again, and again until it finally took. 

when he finally came you relaxed on the bed, deflated against the soft linens. your pussy spasmed around his cock as he shot his cum deep inside of you. when he pulled out he dropped into a sit with his legs wide. 

what he didn’t expect was for you to gently move yourself onto his lap an drop yourself onto his hard cock once more. not even noticing the leftover cum leaking out of the used condom.

  “it’s okay.” you said, “you can use a condom twice.”

geto thought to himself that sex education really wasn’t what it used to be. but smiled and relaxed against the foot of the bed, “well, i guess you’re right. now come on now, ride me.”

you two stayed at the hotel till around two in the morning, reusing the same condom around five times. but geto wasn’t going to complain, he happily pushed his cum further and further inside of you as you were blissfully unaware. 

and as he watched you walk off to the train station with a slight wobble in your step. he licked his lips. time went on a normal, careful grazes, moments of affection between classes. 

but then about three weeks later. while geto sat in his office enjoy a fine glass of whiskey. he received a text from you. after weeks of fucking you he finally got his confirmation. 

  “we need to talk.” is all it said with a picture of two positive pregnancy tests. 

he chuckled to himself, happy as can be. his little inferno had now become a pregnant flame. but don’t worry, he wasn’t going anywhere. and neither were you. 

-------------- xoxo, bunny

[baizhoobies]

Kunikida x gn!Reader - Birthday Special

A/N: Super quick lil drabble for my favourite BSD character. Happy birthday to the most baby girl ever.

Warnings: suggestive! 18+

6:00: Despite it being my birthday, I chose to wake up the same time as I usually would on a work day. I noticed Y/N slept through my alarm. I chose not to wake them.

6:30: I am dressed, though my red ribbon that I use as a bow tie daily is missing. I am frustrated to say the least, even my spares are missing. If I am to remain on time of my schedule, I will have to make do without it.

7:30: I left the apartment for work, I decided not to disturb my partner’s sleep; though they seemed to stir when I gave them a goodbye kiss on the forehead.

7:55: Arrived 5 minutes early. Time to begin todays work.

Even on his birthdays, Kunikida worked harder than he usually would. He’d overexert himself, trying his best to not allow obstacles get in his way of his schedule (to which Dazai cannot resist messing with). As Kunikida stared at his computer screen, around 9am he gets a text message from you. Something along the lines of: “Happy Birthday Doppo, I love you I love you I love you 🥳🎂💕” followed by a “actually, I take it back because you left without saying goodbye 😡”

Of course, Kunikida apologised but thought it best to let you sleep as it was your day off; just because he was a stickler for following his schedules, he never subjected you to adhere to his rules. There was a part of him that wanted to book work off just to spend time with you for his birthday - though the very thought of breaking his schedule for a day gave him shivers.

Like most days, if something was amiss with the punctual Kunikida, Dazai’s observational skills were top notch. He questioned Kunikida on his lack of tie, to which Kunikida had nothing nice to say in return to his bastard partner. Though, he did think where they could have gone, he almost felt naked without it. He tried to pay it no mind until he texts you, asking if you moved them or at least seen them. Your only response was a 🤷 and he didn’t ask further.

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Once the work day is complete he walked home, notebook in hand and read over all that happened that day, and all that will happen tomorrow. Another work day. He sighs but is eager to get home, he wonders what he’ll get up to to celebrate - he wouldn’t usually care, birthdays are just another day. but he knew that you wanted to make him feel special - one of the many qualities he loved about you.

“Y/n I’m back” Kunikida called out, expecting you to be in the living room, however, as he walked into his apartment, his eyes glanced downwards and thats when he sees something that drained the blood from his face and his spirit to jump out of his body. There you were, wearing nothing but your underwear, kneeling down at the front door to greet your boyfriend. (What a good little house spouse you are)

The more he looked, the more he took note of one defining feature; one of Kunikida’s red ribbons tied around your neck.

“Welcome home, birthday boy” you looked up at him, seductively smiling; this image was one that would sear into his brain forever.

“Y/N?” A deep blush raises to Kunikida’s cheeks, he tries to cover his face with his hands but his gaze does not escape your figure. You look so soft so…tempting.

“Happy birthday sir~” You cooed, standing up and practically floating over to him, you brought a hand up to stroke his jaw before kissing his heated cheek. Your actions sent tingles down his spine and his skin goosebumps.

“I ahhh” Kunikida shuddered “This is is a pleasant surprised but…” his eyes traced your figure once more, all sorts of naughty thoughts came into his mind, especially you being bent over a desk, him thrusting into you from the back and pinning you with his weight; with that came the image of his ribbon tightly wrapped around his hand as he tugs at your throat like some sort of makeshift leash and collar. What made it extra hot for him was that it was his ribbon he regularly wore to work, he wondered whether he should wear it tomorrow at the agency’s office, would it still smell of you?

“I thought to treat you to something on your special day” You stroke at his chest, your hand travels down his torso and dangerously close to his trouser zipper. You were about for go even further before he took your wrist and sternly looked at you.

“I was looking for this tie all this morning, if I had known that you’d use it inappropriately I would have…” Kunikida rambled on, scolding you because you had stolen his ribbons, all of them, and you only used one? Why couldn’t you have just taken one and allowed him to wear one of the others. He only lectured you because it was the best way for him to avoid his feelings of lust and desire - which even after being in a secure, established relationship, if intimacy time is not scheduled, he will be caught off guard and will not know what to do. He does however, always find his way with a little bit of help from you.

“And another thing-” Kunikida is interrupted with a long, passionate kiss, and just like magic, his hands find themselves at your hips, a slight purring at the back of his throat and his eyes flutter shut. It takes a special kind of person to ground Kunikida, and you certainly didn’t mind it; he was your sweet hot-headed boyfriend and you loved him dearly.

[child-of-the-danube]

So this is truly it, huh? Just like that, no more Doom Patrol?

I don't think I can completely explain how I feel about the show as a whole and how much it means to me, but this final episode just left me empty for both good and bad reasons.

WARNING!!! SPOILERS INCOMING!! DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE EPISODE YET!

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The whole Immortus/Butts resolution felt like such a cop-out. Immortus just going "Nah, you know what, I'm fine. Here's your longevity. Oh, and I'm besties with the Butts now. Too-da-loo 🥰" after being presented as their biggest threat ever? Meh

It would have been more cathartic had they somehow defeated Immortus when she was occupied with the Butts and got the longevity thingy off her neck to then run home only to find Rita already dead with Laura frozen with shock/grief beside her. To have them think they managed one more victory but with their biggest loss yet. And for Rita and Laura, the moments before she died could have been used to have a proper conversation and resolution between them. I would have loved if the final scene between them (and with alive non-ghost Rita in general) would have been Laura bringing her the Immortus nail just for Rita to decline cause she's at peace with dying. Even a simple "You're forgiven" would have been enough. And what was the point of telling Laura she's part of the Doom Patrol now to go "Yeah, you should all go your own way now" five minutes after she kicked the bucket???

Vic's ending was expected. It was obvious from the start that he would make it. And I'm glad cause he deserves happiness and to build a future that HE feels is right for him finally.

I'm also delighted Jane (a.k.a just K now) got her happiness both within herself and with Casey. And she's the only one we saw on screen saying goodbye to at least one person properly. Her and Cliff's realtionship was one of my absolute favourite things about the show.

Seems I managed to guess Larry's ending almost exactly. It was so sweet and beautiful. He didn't just return to space with Keeg but Rama as well. Can't lie, I've shed some tears during that scene. And his moment with ghost Rita... 12/10 wouldn't change anything about it

Cliff's ending is my favourite and the one that got me bawling my eyes out. "It's ok. I made it home" Uhm, excuse me?????? How dare the writers break my heart like that???? I am unwell and will need 5-7 business days to recover from it. Poetic, beautiful, amazing, showstopping etc. I love Cliff so fucking much

Dorothy who? Guess she just fell off the Earth after Immortimas

Also, Shelley? Never heard of her. Try looking in the woods when it gets foggy maybe 🤷

I guessed Rita would definitely die too but her whole "Each of you will be better off on your own" turnaround just didn't sit right with me. She's the one that spent her life keeping this little, broken, miserable bunch of just the unluckies motherfuckers known to the world together and managed to create a family that loves and supports eachother to death and THIS is her conclusion?? That they should just disband? Nope, not buying it. I guess it's somehow a way of telling that now the one that held them together, the heart of the show if you will, is gone that it's all done but I feel like that's a an insult to the rest of them and to the strength of their bond. Yes, Rita's insistence brought them together at first, but they've grown and gotten close so much since then even without her interfering in their one-on-one relationships. It just doesn't feel right. I also knew we'd get a Malcolm reunion scene but am I the only one that doesn't really care about him? Tbh, we didn't get to know much about him beside the fact that he was Rita's lover that tragically died. I just can't care about a character I know nothing about. I guess have fun posthumously frolicking in a field, Rita and Malcolm 🤷

So Jane got Casey and her sanity, Larry got Keeg and Rama, Vic got his friends and students, Cliff got see his family, their future and die peacefully beside them, Rita got to reunite with the love of her life in eternity and Laura got to, uhm, *checks notes*, play with a flamethrower? Like, ok, I do dig that she got to destroy the place that ruined her whole life guns a-blazing but what exactly does she get to do later on? The ones who remained alive all got someone to share their new found joy with, a proper plan for the future, they're at peace. Laura didn't get to neither truly reconcile with Rita, nor the Sisterhood, and now the only people she felt close to either died or went their own way without a true goodbye. What, pray tell, does her future look like beside, once again, loneliness and grief???? I fucking hated her ending. Give us a Laura de Mille spin-off, you cowards. Make it right...

[tulip-simp-artist]

Too Hot (Cove x Riley)(NSFW)

It's a hot day in Sunset Bird and Cove is a bit bored in the heat. A text and picture from his boyfriend gets him more worked up than it should.

I use they/them pronouns for Riley in this. Takes place during Step 3, so both are 18. You could probably replace Riley's name with your MC's if you want to read to that way.

Warning(s): Idk, Cove masturbating...

Word Count: 1169 (hehehe)

   Cove starred up at the ceiling from his spread out position on his bed, which had been stripped of all its blankets. It was far too hot and stuffy to even question laying on the blankets; nevermind being under the blankets. Groaning to himself, Cove reached for his phone. Time was passing slowly and he didn’t have work today either.

   On his phone, there were few messages from Miranda and Terri in the group chat. Reading through a few of them, it didn’t seem like anything Cove needed to respond to immediately. He moved on to his private messages with Riley, smiling to himself just seeing Riley’s name in his contacts. He typed up a quick message to his boyfriend. Cove was bored and text was probably the only thing that didn’t feel so exhausting.

Cove: Hey, what are you up to?

Cove: If you’re up to anything given this heat

   Luckily, Cove didn’t wait long for Riley to respond and his face lit up at seeing those three dots.

Riley: Eh– 🤷

Riley: Yeah I’m not doing much here. Just laying in bed reading

   No surprises there, that’s always what Riley does on overly hot days. Cove started typing to ask what his boyfriend was reading this time around, only to stop when Riley sent a picture. Cove smiled and felt his heart flutter as he looked at the selfie of Riley. Sure, there was nothing different about this picture than any other picture he had of them. Still it made Cove happy.

   Though Cove did take notice of something… off? The fabric of their chest didn’t have connecting sleeves, leaving Riley’s neck and shoulders bare except for a necklace. The fabric also reminded Cove more of a blanket than any shirt or dress Riley owned. He ultimately concluded that it was Riley’s blanket.

Cove: I know you like layers, but isn’t it a bit warm for a blanket?

   It was mostly a teasing text, though if Riley seriously thought they needed a blanket in this heat….

Riley: Hahaha very funny Cove

Riley: It is too hot, to the point I took off my shirt a while ago. Figured sending you a picture of my tits without warming might not go well lol

   Rereading that message for the third time, Cove’s mind continued to wander into dangerous territory. He didn’t need a mirror to know how red his face was at that moment. The only conclusion he came to was that right now his boyfriend was shirtless. Being so caught up in his head, Cove nearly missed Riley’s next texts.

Riley: Oh–

Riley: Shit, I’m so sorry Cove

Riley: I didn’t think before sending that!

Riley: Just uh– ignore I said anything

   How can he ignore that now?! If he thought it was hot in his room before— well, now he might as well die from the heat. The strain in his pants wasn’t helping. Cove knew he shouldn’t be thinking of Riley like this… it’s rude? Maybe? Creepy was probably a better descriptive. But he couldn’t help it! His dick had a mind of its own and his own brain was fried from the heat and this new knowledge Riley accidentally gave him.

Riley: I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable Cove

Riley: That was NOT my intention 😢

   He wasn’t uncomfortable— well his erection paired with the heat— but that probably was not what his boyfriend was referring to. Cove shakenly held his phone trying to type out a message to calm Riley’s anxiety.

Cove: No–

Cove: I mean I’m good

Cove: Just a little… stunned?

   Cove turned off his phone and tossed it to the other end of his bed. He– he needed a minute. To decide what to do. This erection wasn’t going anywhere if he did nothing, especially if he thought kept running wild like this. Cove knew his dad wasn’t home, and wouldn’t be home for a few hours. That’d be more than enough time for him to deal with… his problem.

   Cove sighed as he resigned himself to his new fate. Because he was not going to walk around with his body all worked up over WORDS! Riley hadn’t even actually sent him a picture of their breast and he was still all worked up. The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he was over his own reaction.

   Frustrated, Cove pulled down his shorts and underwear enough to release his dick from the confines of his clothes. It stood fully erect and painfully hard. He groaned and questioned mentally if he was really going to do this… if he was being honest he’d definitely masturbated before. He just usually tried to keep Riley out of his direct thoughts when he did. (he didn’t usually succeed, but he was trying!)

   His hands shook and felt so sweaty as he grabbed the base of dick. A breathy moan left his lips as he started up slow strokes. Cove didn’t expect it to feel better than any other time he did this? He wasn’t doing anything different… except thinking of his boyfriend in the most deplorable ways he could. What would Riley think if they knew what Cove was doing?

   He didn’t hold in any of his moans as used his thumb to rub his tip and started spreading the precum down the side of his dick. Without much thought, Cove’s hand moved a bit faster; the other gripped the one piece of fabric still on his bed, his sheets. Cove through the side of his face into his pillows as he gripped his aching dick a bit harder. His mind wondered what it would feel like to lay his face on Riley’s breast…. He felt guilt of thinking like that, but also undeniable pleasure at the thought. His dick twitched as Cove thought more and more about his boyfriend’s breast.

   He felt a moment of shame as he got closer to his orgasm, but he didn’t let it stop him. A few more frantic, quick, strokes and several moans in between, and Cove reached the needed climax. Cumming over his chest/shirt that had rid up as he had been jacking off. Groaning once more, he buried his face back into his pillows; not caring how sweaty he was or the heat in the room. The embarrassment was too much and he decided to lay there for a few more moments before he’d start cleaning himself up.

   Cove knew he likely wouldn’t be looking Riley in the eyes for days. Maybe he should pick up a few more shifts at work to avoid them easier. Less he die of guilt and embarrassment on the spot. Bonus: Riley curled up on their side as they kept replaying what they texted Cove. They truly didn’t mean to admit that. The blanket being the whole point to avoid telling Cove it. Yet here they had fucked that up and contemplated throwing their phone at the wall; as if that would erase the evidence.

[antisocialxconstruct]

You already made me play shadowrun, convince me to play elden ring as well 👀

oh HMMMM an interesting challenge :o

In one sense it might be an easier sell to you personally, I know you're more into fantasy than scifi to begin with and Elden Ring is definitely a familiar "swords and dragons and magic" kind of setting, albeit with the gothic and eldritch sensibilities you'd expect from FromSoftware. In my opinion this is a major selling point, it feels distinctly high fantasy without just feeling like, y’know, Skyrim But Harder. (And considering I'M someone who's definitely way more into scifi than fantasy, I feel like it's noteworthy that I was still really compelled by the setting.)

The infamous Soulsborne Difficulty is obviously the big sticking point for most people. I can't confidently compare it to other Fromsoft games, but I can say that as someone who doesn't have a ton of experience with soulslikes and generally doesn't think of them as a genre I'd actively seek out, I DID eventually get extremely comfortable with Elden Ring. It can be challenging if it's not a gameplay style you're familiar with, but especially early on you have a lot of opportunities to experiment and mess up long before mistakes start feeling really costly, so it's a good time to try a lot of things. Look up guides, read the wiki, skim some recommended builds... that way if you realize you picked a starting class that doesn't have optimal stats for the skills and weapons you want to use, you can reroll early (unlike me, suffering with a steep faith handicap despite it being like the second or third most important stat for my build =_=) Also, just approach the game with the knowledge that you WILL die and you WILL have to try things more than once, especially if you're not well versed in the genre. I feel like it's much easier to have fun with this kind of game if you approach the challenging fights as earnest attempts and experiments to build a strategy on, rather than "failures" that just mean you have to Do Better. And of course, if something is just too hard to be fun... you can go somewhere else 🤷 hardcore fans might be horrified by my approach but often I would drop one thing that was too hard and wander off somewhere else, get caught up in some other quest line or dungeon or something, and come back to the first challenge so long later that I would be comically overleveled and just get the satisfaction of steamrolling it.

The equally infamous Oblique Soulsborne Storytelling is probably the OTHER major sticking point, and on that I have to say... it is extremely oblique lmao I think @axperjan got way more out of the lore than I did because they actually stopped to read item descriptions and such, so I guess my advice there would be take the time to read item descriptions if you want to know who the fuck everyone is and what they've been up to. But even with the minimal amount of lore I was actually absorbing, I still felt like I was absorbing the ~vibes~ and a lot of the time, that was enough for me to feel like I understood the kinds of struggles and conflicts I was dealing with and how I was meant to feel about them. I got very invested emotionally in several specific characters, and actively want to play the game again in order to absorb more about others and understand them better. Overall I really enjoy the tone of Elden Ring's narrative: there's an unavoidable sickness and despair to the world you're exploring, but an equally clear and distinct note of hope and optimism, a feeling that everything is on the brink of a dramatic change and an earnest desire for that change to be for the better, even if the cost is high.

The game's soundtrack and art direction are beautiful, and MOST of the combat encounters (especially boss fights) feel elegant and satisfyingly structured, so even if you never engaged with the story or lore even a little bit you would get the pleasure of playing through an expansive and competent work of art. There are definitely some recycled maps and enemies that can feel a bit tedious after the first couple times, and some sequences that feel just a little too mean-spirited to be fair, but maybe that's a bit inevitable and in my experience even the ones that made me rage-quit for a night were never enough to sour my opinion of the game as a whole.

I think Elden Ring is a great soulsborne game for people who WANT to like the soulsborne genre but are intimidated by its reputation. It's not so much "easier" that it feels like a disingenuous introduction, but it allows you to be a little more patient and go at your own pace long enough to understand what the genre is actually asking of you and start engaging with it on its own terms. I'm only two boss fights away from finishing the core game and I'm excited for the dlc, which is further than I've ever gotten and more time than I've ever invested in any other soulsborne/soulslike.

Also you get a cool goat-horse and you can feed him snacks while you're riding around 🐐

[love-islike-abomb]

Wild side

Roman reigns x Y/n

(a/n: when I was a kid I thought the song said "take a ride on the water slide"😂🤷)

Warnings: SMUT!! Errors I may have missed.

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @windhamsrotunda

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I always loved Valentine's day. I got the most beautiful deep red roses and my favorite chocolate from my husband every year but this year I wanted to go all out for him. It was the least i could do after everything he'd done for me.

I had planned out everything... I made spaghetti and bought Fresh strawberries for dessert! I always loved feeding him strawberries! Feeling his tongue dart around my finger as I put the strawberry in his mouth.

Stop thinking about it y/n! I felt my thighs clench together... My fingers weren't the only place I wanted his tongue!!

I had the table set with candles and a glass of red wine for each of us. I just finished setting the table when I heard the door open. "hey baby!" He said giving me a kiss "what's all this?"

"I wanted to do something special for you after all you do for me" I smiled

"baby girl you didn't have to" he smiled back.

"no but I wanted to" I said giving him a kiss.

"spaghetti! I love your spaghetti!" He smiled sitting down "you look beautiful in that dress baby!"

I blushed 'i bought it because I know how much you love red on me"

"I do love red on you and it makes your ass look sexy!!" He said wiggling his eyebrows

"food first! Im hungry!" I giggled before sitting in my chair.

"how's work been?" I asked

"hectic as usual! They want me to face LA knight and I can't stand him!" He laughed

"honestly he strikes me as kind of a dick!" I said taking a sip of my wine.

"it's business though and you know me I'm always professional whether I like someone or not" he shrugged. "I'm gonna be taking some time off soon as well because of the movie I have to start filming"

I put my hand on his "I miss you" I half smiled setting my fork down.

"i miss you to Baby girl" he reached his hand to my face and gently rubbed his fingers against my cheek and I leaned into his touch "I got fresh strawberries" i smiled.

'i know why you did but what it I wanna eat you right here in this table?" He winked at me making me bite my lip. "Or what if" he said standing up and walking over to me "I lean you over this kitchen counter and pound that pussy?' he said licking his lips.

"I wouldn't object! Infact" I said standing up, leaving towards his ear "I dont have any panties on right now" I said hearing a low growl escape him.

He spun me around and bent me over by my neck before lifting my dress up and undoing his jeans. His thick fingers ran through my folds "fuck baby! You're so wet for me already!" He growled.

Stroking himself a few times he slid into me as we both let out a grown of pleasure "fuck baby girl! You've been a good girl while daddy's been gone!" He growled.

I bit my lip "yes daddy!"

"hmmm good girls get rewarded! Give me them hands!" He ordered

I reached my hands behind my back and he pulled my arms up allowing him deeper access. "Fuck!" I groaned.

"oh yeah baby girl! You like that? You like how good daddy makes this pussy feel! Uhh yeah! Milk my cock with that pussy!"

"oh fuck just like that!"

"that's my good girl! Come on my cock baby!"

My orgasm rocked my body and I felt his cock twitch inside me before he let out Primal growl of his own and ropes of his hot cum coated my walls.

A few more sloppy thrusts and he stilled inside me, both of us trying to catch our breath. "I missed you!" I said as he let go of my arms and he pulled out of me. "I missed you to baby! Come on we'll go upstairs and get a hot shower and lay down. I know you're just as tired as me" he smiled

"don't tempt me with round 2"