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[beastdrive]

Beast Drive is a Bloody Roar fanspace for creative contributors and casual appreciators of the series alike, welcoming discussion of existing characters and story as well as sharing various fanworks. Engagement with the series on this blog can include general appreciation and celebration of BR canon, lore analysis (meta), character headcanons, and other methods of creative expression. Everyone is encouraged to not only share already existing fanworks but to also create new original works of your own!

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[jetboygirl]

[pastel-rights]

ART DUMP TWO!!! I drew a lot since I last posted I’m sorry.

[hershelwidget]

After ALL this time... I finally have it!

Please may I welcome you to the OFFICIAL full design for Polly/Jarvis!

This is the most fun I've had doing a digital piece since making Lars! You have no idea how happy I am with this!!!

Some closeups of my favourite parts, there's so many 'cause they're all SO GOOD

They're definitely the most elaborate Spirit design, and for the Octopod itself that's very very fitting!

I might make a simplified version that mostly affects the coral/whisp because that would be the most difficult part to recreate exactly...

I can't stop looking at him. This is the absolute best I'm ever gonna draw this incredible entity :)

[mastersoftheair]

the MotA wiki now includes this logo (as seen on the amblin site and on many copies of the MotA book)

[hollowknighthelp]

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[adversaryss]

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    ‎‎‎                       𝟙𝟙𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕚 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤

                                       ‎‎‎‎‎𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 ✧𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 ✧𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙

‎‎‎   Hello, my name is 2B (they/them, 21+) and this is my independent roleplay blog for Tartaglia from Genshin Impact! This blog will contain mature/dark themes, so followers must be 18+. Technically, I am open to interactions with non-mutuals, but I vastly prefer plotted threads, so please DM me OOC before sending in asks or tagging me in any starters.

‎‎‎   I have a job that has fluctuating hours so my creative time tends to vary wildly, but I would consider this blog to be low activity overall. Most replies will be queued; my queue posts 2 times a day. Thanks for reading!

‎‎‎                                       NSFW sideblog: On request.

‎‎‎                                       Multimuse sideblog: @devctiion

‎‎‎                                       Mobile links: Coming soon!

[oflgtfol]

like i still dont know if i feel anything romantic for him but like i guess at this point it’s not really platonic either since like we’re kissing and holding hands but like. idk. i guess i just dont know what romantic feelings… feel like? in my mind it’s still just hanging out just like, different 😭😭😭 like i know everyone always says ur partner should be ur friend first but like. we’re literally just hanging out. like it doesn’t feel any deeper or anything like that, it just feels. different. bc we are doing different things with different expectations. so even though i mean like well i have a. God i cant even say the word rn. even though im dating someone now i still feel incredibly aromantic about it. and luckily he knows and he took it well and he knew it from the get go so it’s fine but i also can’t help but feel like ahhh i’m aromantic though

[andypantsx3]

𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 : 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 1.7k of unedited alien prince shouto thoughts based on this post from the other day! sfw, gender neutral reader. several elements of this universe were borrowed from my fave sci-fi novel; see end notes for deets!

he's beautiful—the todoroki prince. tall and strong in his high-collared uniform, strapped with lean muscle and handsomely humanoid. he's the first thing that snares your gaze as your party is guided into the hall of the sun—the reception dome that overlooks the rise of the star yuuei in the morning sky, used by the ruling family to receive visiting dignitaries.

it is morning, in endeavorian planetary time, and the sun has begun to rise. its light is weaker than you remember from back home—almost watery, pooling like quicksilver in the panes of the dome's ceiling.

up at the front of the hall, it catches in the strands of the white half of the prince's hair. from what izuku has told you, it's the half that indicates he's part of the himura bloodline. the himura dynasty has ruled the yuuei system from its capital planet of endeavor iv for tens of thousands of earth-years. it's the second longest line of unbroken rulers in mapped galactic history, an impressive feat.

the other half of the prince's hair is a fiery red, like that of the man who stands next to him—todoroki enji, the general of intergalactic renown, who donated half of prince shouto's genome as well as his clan name. each time a himuran royal from the main line marries, izuku had explained, talking at lightspeed in the podship, they take a branch name, typically sourced from the primary gene-donator. it helps keep inheritance lines clear.

prince shouto looks like he's inherited empress rei and todoroki enji's genes in exactly half—his coloring split down the middle, though his features are perfectly, almost hauntingly symmetrical. he wears a pin of flint at his collar that symbolizes his gender—one of yuuei's thirteen official designations. from what you understand from izuku, it most closely aligns with earth designation "man".

it's embarrassing how much you notice about the prince as you file into the hall, stationing yourself right at the gap between izuku and tenya's shoulders, so you can still see todoroki shouto.

"you don't think they'll reject the treaty and kill us all, do you?" denki mumurs nervously as he presses in behind you.

"no, i don't think so," izuku's gentle voice drifts back to you. he's a three-star ethnologist, studying for a command ethnology post. subsequently he's the most informed of any of the cadets that have been sent along with the treatise party. you and denki are just mechanics, sent along in case anything goes wrong.

"the alliance would be too much trouble for the yuuei," izuku explains. "they have good relations with the surrounding galaxies and tight control over a lot of resources. but the alliance is really large now, compared to the last time they approached the yuuei. they'll likely want to accept at least a loose federation with the allies."

up on the platform at the front of the hall, prince shouto blinks long and slow, like an earth cat. you realize with a start it's the first time you've seen him blink at all, and the subtle reminder that he is not just an extraordinarily handsome human man but the prince of an alien species makes your skin prickle.

"don't you think it's weird they are all this pretty?" denki asks. "it's weird, right?"

"definitely weird," you laugh, your eyes trailing over prince shouto's blade-straight nose, his pert, perfect mouth. "possibly illegal under intergalatic law."

prince shouto stills all of a sudden, and there is the tiniest tilt of his head. two heterochromatic eyes flick over your way, and you are completely embarrassed by the way your stomach swoops in response. you just manage not to grab onto tenya's uniform to steady yourself.

one of the prince's eyebrow arches almost imperceptibly, and you wonder if he's heard you from this distance—but no, that would be insane.

denki picks up his commentary, emboldened by your playing along. you think the prince's eyes linger just a little too long on the gap between izuku and tenya's shoulders, but then you're distracted by the reception beginning.

the alliance treaty officer strides forward, flanked by a few of the other officials your crew had ferried here. she performs an elaborate bow, as do the other officials. from izuku's muttering you gather it's some sort of ritualistic greeting, and empress rei at least looks pleased with it, waving a gentle hand to gesture the party forward.

there is some shuffling as various aides set up a table and a series of holo-tablets, along with various inks, a leathery roll of endeavorian traditional parchment, and—

"is that a knife?" you ask, peering at the long obsidian blade placed on the table in front of the officials.

izuku's fluffy head of green curls inclines. "treaties are sealed twice. once in the alliance fashion and then again in the local custom, to make it binding per both systems. blood pacts have been used in yuuei for millennia."

the brush of something over your face has your gaze turning back to the prince—to find him staring straight at you, those unblinking eyes boring into you.

"izuku, weird question. can the yuuei hear across rooms?" you ask, suddenly self-conscious.

a green eye peers back at you. "only in the event of their pair bonds—the yuuei are documented hearing their matepair across approximately ten earth-kilometers. i think we're safe over here though. why?"

matepair. the world settles strangely under your skin, as the prince's eyes brush across it.

"uh, matepair?" you echo.

tenya gives both you and izuku a quelling look, but it's not enough to deter izuku from ducking down to explain in slightly quieter tones. "the yuuei look human but they pair differently. they form a parapsychic bond with only a single partner, which they maintain and uphold for life. it's not just cultural—it's like a physical compulsion. they cannot take another pair, and they cannot be separated for long periods or they grow sick."

prince shouto is still staring straight at you, and it's not quite comforting enough to know that he cannot possibly hear you.

it's only his role in the ceremony that seems to eventually break the prince's weird focus in your direction. he steps forward to perform his duty as empress rei's chosen heir. you almost flinch as the knife draws across the pale skin of his palm, and he adds several drips of silvery blood to the parchment, symbolizing yuuei's intent to uphold the treaty across future monarchs.

the flesh of his palm knits itself back together in seconds, and another little shiver goes up your spine. those mismatched eyes flash back your way as he steps back, and the various aides and officials once again converge on the documents.

there is a brief flurry of activity, various bows and oaths, some stilted endeavorian verse. the chief treaty officer looks relieved when it's all over, and the royal family steps down from the dais to greet the rest of the visiting party, as is the customary honor granted to allies to the yuuei. tenya ushers you into the queue near the back with denki, a symbol of your lower status as mechanics.

you don't mind, as the thought of reaching prince shouto has your stomach doing what feel like backflips in your gut. the longer the delay the better.

izuku had walked everyone through the appropriate greetings on the podship, a few murmured words and a hand touch at chest-level—extremely hard to mess up, even for you. but nevertheless your pulse kicks up the closer you draw to the royal family.

there's a long line of them you greet first. offshoot branch members, then general todoroki enji, whose enormous palm burns hot against yours and who looks he'd rather take your party's hands off than touch them. then rei's unchosen heirs—the princess fuyumi, prince natsuo—and a gap where prince touya would have stood, were he not offworld.

and then you're standing in front of prince shouto, your pulse pounding in your ears. he's extremely tall up close, clearing six feet easily, broad across the shoulders and handsome in a way that almost makes your teeth ache. the yuuei look deceptively human, but this near you can see the tiny details that separate them from you—the slight double-point to their ears, the silvery undertone to their skin, the prolonged space between their breaths and their blinks.

and of course their inhuman beauty. they don't quite look like regular people, and it sparks a tiny note of wariness in the primeval part of your human hindbrain.

prince shouto's mismatched eyes pin you, silver and blue, as a sudden, silvery flush creeps across his face. you hold your hand out in greeting, trying not to wonder if you've somehow managed to offend him already—but instead of pressing his palm against yours, his long fingers suddenly grasp yours, clasping tightly.

beyond him, empress rei freezes too. all at once you can feel every single himuran noble turn to look at you, hundreds of eyes pinning on you.

reflexively, words tumble out of you. "shit did i—what did i do? were you supposed to get a different hand thingy?"

you can hear the treaty officer's horrified inhale at the terms shit and hand thingy, deployed in crass galactic standard in front of a literal prince. you immediately wish you could take them back, but from the look on the prince's face, he's already heard them.

something at the corner of his mouth twitches, like he's trying not to smile.

"y/n," he says, in a deep tone. it's crisply accented and just as beautiful as the rest of him.

it takes you a second to realize prince shouto has used your name, which he could not possibly know considering the uniform you'd been issued for the yuuei visit has no unique identifiers on it. you glance down at yourself, then back up at him, befuddled.

"how did you—? where did you—?" you garble out. "did denki put you up to this? how do you know me?"

prince shouto's fingers smooth over yours, delightfully warm, calloused and sure. "i would know you in any universe," he says, voice soft. behind you, you hear princess fuyumi make a tiny sound of delight.

you blink. "universe? what—uh, what universe? how would you—?"

but shouto leans in, tugging you closer with those deceptively strong fingers. he's so very warm up close, and so beautiful it makes your brain short circuit, especially as he lowers his face to yours. a shiver rolls down your spine as his other hand takes you gently by the chin.

and then he murmurs a single word before pressing his mouth to yours—

"matepair."

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: credits where they are due!! the idea of a space general dna donator, an overarching space alliance pursuing a treaty, & the flint pin denoting gender were taken from my fave sci-fi novel winter's orbit by everina maxwell! (if you love heartfelt gay love stories in space i am actually begging you to read it).

[punkshort]

ikwya is so good!!! if u have time i would love to see their relationship before they were officially together or the night they became official. but you are so talented can’t wait for the next update!:)

Yes! Love this idea, thank you for requesting! I won't end up writing and posting this until the last chapter is posted because I have a few other things I need to work on first so I really hope you liked how it ended ❤️

Stubborn

An I Know Who You Are drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: language, smut (18+ MDNI), fluff, feelings

WC: 1.4K

Joel's fingers dug into your hips as he slammed into you, eliciting a broken moan each time his thighs collided with the backs of yours. He was close, and so were you, but he didn't want it to end just yet because he knew when it was over, you would be gone.

"Joel," you whined, your voice muffled by the sheets. You frantically reached behind you to grab his wrist and he allowed himself drop down, pushing your hips into the mattress in the process with his chest pressing against your back. You found yourself face down, flat and completely confined by his body. He nipped and sucked on the side of your neck, hoping to leave a mark, while his coarse beard dragged over your soft skin.

"How's that feel, baby?" he groaned in your ear, squeezing his eyes shut when you pulsed around him.

"So good," you gasped, "so deep like this."

"I know," he murmured, biting down on his lip when he felt the familiar pull low in his belly. "Fuck, I know. So goddamn tight."

"Oh, my god!" you cried out, your arm flailing around aimlessly, trying to find something to hold onto. He grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together while maintaining a brutal pace with his hips until he felt you gush around him, curses and sobs tumbling weakly from your lips, your fingers clutching his so tightly it almost hurt.

"That's it," he praised, feeling his own climax swelling. "So good, baby. S-so good. All mine, right?"

"Mhmm."

"Say it," he commanded through gritted teeth.

"I'm yours," you mumbled weakly, still recovering from your orgasm.

That was all Joel needed to hear. He yanked his hips back, making you yelp from how roughly he pulled out, and gripped the base of his cock, stroking it until he came all over your back. Hot, white ropes of his seed painted your sweaty skin until a shiver ran down his spine.

"Shit," he whispered, gasping for air and staring down blankly at your back, watching as his spend slowly dripped over your sides. Not feeling very confident he could stand and walk to the bathroom, he leaned over to grab a bandana from his jeans pocket and wiped up his mess. You instantly pushed your knees down, lifting your lower half from the mattress, but his hand was at your back, pressing you down. You complied and he laid down on top of you, wiggling your ass underneath him with a giggle but he just smiled and closed his eyes, drinking in your scent.

"Joel, I don't think I can do round two."

"Not lookin' for round two," he mumbled, planting a kiss against your shoulder. He slid his palm down your forearm and threaded your fingers together again, enjoying the moment before it became too intimate and you began to writhe, shaking his hand loose.

"I gotta get going," you said, still pinned down by his weight.

"Why?"

You gave him a dry laugh. "Why? Because I'm tired and I want to go home."

"You can stay here."

"Joel..."

"C'mon, can we please stop this?" Joel asked, but he rolled off you anyway. He wasn't going to force you. You sighed and turned around, sitting up in bed and raking your fingers through your hair.

"What difference does it make? Everyone knows we're messing around, no one's going to make a move on me, if that's what you're worried about."

"Exactly. What difference does it make if you just stay the goddamn night once in a while? Quit bein' so stubborn," he rubbed his eyes, trying to mask his frustration.

You sighed and looked down at him, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you thought it over.

"Does it really mean that much to you?"

He dropped his hands from his face, eyes locking with yours. "Yes."

With an exasperated groan, you flicked the sheets open so you could settle in between them and rested your head on the pillow. "Alright, then."

"Really?"

"Just this once, and only because I'm exhausted," you said, eyes already closed. You wrapped your arms around your pillow with a sigh while he laid there, still staring at you.

"What if I don't want it to just be this once?" he asked softly. You cracked open one eye but didn't say anything. "What if I wanted more than just messin' around?" he added, scanning your face for any sign that you felt the same way. You had to.

He expected you to maybe get annoyed or possibly make a joke and go to sleep, but what he certainly didn't expect was for your eyes to suddenly fill with tears. His own eyes widened and he inched forward, reaching for your hand, when, much to his surprise, you met him halfway.

"I'm not a good person, Joel. I've done some terrible things," you whispered brokenly, and his chest tightened. If you only knew.

"We've all done bad shit to survive," he said, squeezing your hand.

"I've killed innocent people," you sniffled, "I've stood by and watched children-"

"Hey," he said, cutting you off, "so have I. But that don't mean we shouldn't be allowed to be happy, right?"

"I don't know. Maybe it does." It broke his heart seeing you so distraught. All he wanted to do was take your pain and shove it deep down with his own. You didn't deserve to suffer. As much as you thought otherwise, you deserved something good out of this world, and he desperately wanted to be the one to share that with you.

"C'mere," he whispered, tugging on your hand. You hesitated for a moment before sliding across the sheets and into his waiting arms. He held you close against his chest and buried his nose in your hair, trying to think of the right thing to say. "Not everythin' is black and white anymore," he began, "we do what we do to survive and protect the people we love. You ain't a bad person, baby," he planted a kiss on the top of your head and he could feel your silent tears seeping into his skin. "Is that why you've been pullin' away from me all this time? You think you don't deserve to be happy?"

He felt your shoulders shift with a little shrug and then you mumbled into his skin, "that, and maybe I'm too fucking terrified to risk losing someone I care about again."

His breath caught in his throat. You cared about him. "I ain't goin' anywhere," he said firmly, then hooked his finger under your chin, forcing your face away from his bare chest.

"You promise?" you whispered, and the way you looked so vulnerable in that moment made him weak. He swallowed thickly and nodded.

"Yeah, I promise."

You slowly carded your fingers through his hair, admiring how each curl fell back into place. "So how much more are we talking, here?" you asked, your voice sounding normal again, but he could hear the teasing lilt behind your words. He grinned.

"Oh, I want it all," he told you, watching the corners of your mouth twitch. "I wanna take candlelit baths together and hold hands while we're walkin' down the street. I wanna dance with you in front of the whole damn town and carry you home when you drink too much." You giggled and wiped the last of your tears away while his grip around your middle tightened. "I wanna take care of you when you're sick. I wanna fight 'bout stupid shit just so we can make up. But mostly I just wanna be there. When you're happy, sad, pissed off, excited... I just wanna be the one you come to, no matter what." He watched your expression soften a bit and he pinched your chin. "Think we can do that?"

You sighed and dramatically rolled your eyes. "I'm not really a bath person."

"We can negotiate that one."

You pretended to think about it for a moment, biting back your smile before nodding. You squealed when he rolled over and caged you in underneath him, his mouth crashing down on yours while his heart slammed excitedly in his chest. You wanted him, you wanted him. Then you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, his half hard cock rubbing against your center, making you both moan.

"Okay, I think I'm ready for round two," you told him with a grin.

[clown-owo]

I think that if Miles Edgeworth were to ever have a Tumblr blog it would be entirely Steel Samurai based with a carefully organized tagging system. He posts lengthy formally worded analysis about Steel Samurai and nothing else. He doesn't check his notes. He does check his asks, because they're kind of like emails. He has anon asks and dms turned off. Someone sends an ask about his interests outside of Steel Samurai and he immediately blocks them. He doesn't have pronouns or a name to be called by in his bio. The only hint about Edgeworth's personal life is that when he refers to the death of Jack Hammer or the conviction of Matt Engarde he only refers to Phoenix as "that man".

Maya definitely has a tumblr and it has a canon Pink Princess url. She actually hoarded a bunch of Pink Princess urls long before the character was officially announced because she knew she needed to have them. Her tumblr header is "the real pink princess ask sal manella". Her pinned post has these

[ID: Two blinkie banners. The first has a lesbian flag background and says "Pink Princess is canonically gay." The second is light pink and says "PinkSteel shippers dni". End ID] (thank you @princess-of-purple-prose)

Maya follows him and sends Edgeworth asks periodically. He thinks she's a wonderful conversationalist. He has no idea of her identity. Maya is fully aware he's Edgeworth.

[admirxation]

彡 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐈𝐜𝐞 - 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

ʚ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝟐.𝟓𝐤 | 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — you’ve always been curious about Gojo’s blindfold, and he shares with you an experience you go crazy for.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 — 18+ heavy smut mdni, established relationship (f/m), dirty talk, teasing, edging, blindfolding, temperature play (ice), tit play, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), and creampie.

taglist (if you want to be tagged in future posts, see Taglist in pinned): @dollita-fawn @bratbby333

It began as a mere innocent musing, a casual remark sparked by curiosity. Before your relationship with Satoru became official, you often questioned his ever-present blindfold; however, as your bond grew more substantial, it became the subject of numerous playful and affectionate jests, even leading you to frequently tug at the edges of the fabric, delighting in testing his patience. After all, isn’t it one of the joys of a relationship to engage in lighthearted teasing?

However, this playful dynamic eventually led Satoru to propose an intriguing idea—something neither of you had previously explored but were excited about when you got the offer. The very suggestion of it filled you with elation and eager anticipation. He suggested giving you a taste of what it is like to wear a blindfold. Still, unlike him, you would be at a distinct disadvantage—or maybe an advantage if you looked with a different perspective—due to your lack of familiarity he had grown to be used to. You felt a sudden cluster of warmth in your core when you thought about the idea, thinking about being in complete obligation and giving every ounce of trust to him, letting him take control and take advantage of your absence of one of the most important senses. 

Right now, your bodies were pressed closely together, enveloped in a soft, toasty embrace as Satoru pressed his lips and left a warm trail of kisses on your jawline, trickling down to your neck; you heard the bed sheets ruffle as your head wriggled around, closing your eyes to the touch you craved so often, a touch that left a gnawing ache within you that begged for more. He started pulling your top off, you following suit before sliding each other’s pants off, straight after melding back into that same kiss you craved; your hands roamed through his soft hair as you closed your eyes to the sensation, your breath forming a unique pitched pattern as he left tender kisses to be moved down from your neck, along your chest, before lifting himself to reach for the cloth that would bound around your pretty eyes. 

He let out a low, breathy laugh as he watched your body language, anticipating the plan. You were more than eager to comply with whatever he asked: “Someone’s excited,” he teased as he watched your eyes follow his movement before he covered your vision. A mischievous smirk formed on his lips as he witnessed your total blindness, watching you bite your glossy lip as you tried to anticipate his next movement. 

He watched the way you continued to bite your bottom lip, the way your fingers twitched as you waited for him to make the first move; only these array of movements were becoming a catalyst to a grin that stretched along his face before securing his fingertips around the fabric of your underwear, his hardened length already growing and pressing against his boxers at the sight of pulling down the laced fabric down the plush of your soft thighs, then throwing them to the side. Your body twitched as you felt the air bathe your naked form, feeling you be exposed as your last layer of clothing was dragged down; before being able to gather another thought, you felt his hand member nestle along your inner thigh—you couldn’t help but jolt up as arousal pooled along the senses you had to work with, feeling a tingling and warm sensation as his fingers trailed along your heated core. 

“Does my girl want me to make her feel good?” oh, how he loved teasing you; that was all a part of his cocky personality, your vulnerable and oblivious state only fueled those characteristics within him as he watched how time and his slow movements were eating away at your patience, making you frustrated and beg for him to touch you already, to give you what you always craved. 

“Yes, I want it, I want you, please,” you whined as you felt your thighs tighten the moment his fingertips dragged and slid down your slit; he smirked to himself at how warm and wet you already were from just a few kisses and touches. 

“Such a desperate girl,” he playfully cooed as he heard your quiet moans hum with your lips pressed together. You held onto fistfuls of the blanket as you awaited him in his successive movements. 

He loved those sounds; seeing your pretty, squirming body underneath him and how you itched and ached for his touch just made his arousal for you so much deeper. 

“Hm, do you deserve to feel good?” he questioned as you felt his fingers hover just by your entrance, delaying his time in entering you with some final teasings. 

“Yes… Please… I’ve been so patient,” you quickly begged, leaving him to give a low chuckle to himself as he watched how desperate you were for him; that desperation only made his cock harden, and you felt it press against your thigh. 

“As you say,” he quietly complied as he slowly pushed his digits inside of you, feeling your tight walls surround them, hearing your soft and sensual moans fill the atmosphere with erotic sounds that he adored. 

He continued to pump his fingers inside you, letting you whimper and whine like the mess you were for him, your cunt getting wetter as he continued to journey his fingers inside of you, using his thumb to give your clit a cursory swirl to send you over the edge; you felt your back arch as you released a low groan that begged him to provide you with more. Filling the air with more of your neediness.

“Fuck,” you pant as you picture Satoru’s face; you feel a sense of frustration that you couldn’t see him, but also frisson pass through your body as your covered senses allowed the intermingling of imagination and feeling, allowing it to intertwine into an ached feeling of your core tightening. 

“How cute… So desperate for me,” a low tone was laced within those words as he watched your thighs shake and tremble at his touch, quickening the way he swirled his thumb around your sensitive bundle of nerves, continuing to intrude his fingers inside of your wet aching hole. It was so easy to make you gasp, to make you scream his name like an ever-fixed prayer on your tongue. 

Every fuck, Satoru, oh god, just made his need for you grow even more, the way you could only release short curses and pants out with your inability to intertwine words into formulaic language as he continued to finger fuck you in the right spot, curling his fingers along your walls, making sure you couldn’t see anything he was doing as he used his spare hand to tug down your blindfold that you were already squirming out of place. 

Afterwards, he decided to treat your desperation, making you release a high-pitched pornographic moan as you felt him lick a strip of your pussy before he circled his tongue along your sensitive spot, sucking hungrily on your clit as he continued to fill your hole with his fingers, adding a third digit, stretching your tight pussy out to accommodate for his later activity with you. 

“Be a good girl and hold still… You want to feel good, right?” he quickly uttered as his fingertips pressed into your thighs. You continued to move and wriggle in reaction to your overwhelming feelings as he touched you in all the right places—as he always did. 

Your heartbeat quickened, feeling it pound and bang within the chamber of your chest, a pit in your stomach forming as you thought yourself about to let go, feeling a sensation of orgasm and release about to erupt the more he played with you; feeling his actions, hearing those words, letting your imagination fill in the gaps were only helping to carry you into the motions and let you chase your high.

He could catch onto this; you two had been dating for a while, and he knew your body language well, almost too well; he latched onto your quickened breathing patterns, knowing your moans became more frequent and craved when you were close to your limit, with that knowledge, he taunted you by moving his fingers and tongue away, a low toned laugh erupting from him as he watched your disappointment, watching you move your head around as you scrunched your nose up from him leaving you without your high. 

“Satoru… Why did you stop? Please… I wanna… I want to…” 

“Come on, get the words out,” he teased you gently. “You don’t need me to finish your sentence, sweetheart; you can do that yourself…” He knew how good he was at making you melt with just a few words. 

“I want to feel you again… Don’t stop,” you muttered. 

You heard the sound of fabric drop to the floor, feeling his hardened cock press against your folds, feeling his warm tip already spilling in precum from just touching and tasting you; he was ready to feel you but loved to indulge in hearing your pleas as his eyes continued to fawn over your body, leaving your form under scrutiny and his control. 

He pressed his fingers at the base of his shaft as he pushed the head to smooth alongside your wet folds. 

“Please, please, please… I need it so much,” you continued to beg as you felt him press himself in only a little. Having absolutely no self-respect as you continued to rely on his touch to make it all right. You felt his heat against your entrance as you bit your lip in waiting, a vision of darkness making your core continue to tighten as you were in a perpetual state of oblivion and imagination; he glanced up at you before pushing himself inside of you, his body shuddering as he felt your tight, needy, walls envelop him, drawing out a low and sensual groan that made his head kick back momentarily. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, “You feel… so… so good,” he growled as he continued to push himself inside of you; he could feel you grab onto his forearms and cry out for him as he filled that needy slot that ached for him, his thick length stretching you out and bashing against your bruised cervix, his hard and quick movements hitting all the right spots. 

You whimper under his touch as your hands continue to squeeze and press tightly around his arms. 

“You’re doing so well; you can take it, all of it,” you felt his warm breath lay on the shell of your ear as you heard him whisper as he continued to pound into you, “Take it for me like you always do, like you always want to,” he continued to buck his hips deeper and deeper, the sound of his skin slapping against yours as his movements continued to pull whines and whimpers from both of your mouths, the atmosphere’s sound full of desperation and neediness for one another. 

Your legs winded around Satoru’s waist, your body bouncing against his cock, kicking your head back and looking into the darkened vision as you felt his large erection thrust against your tightened walls to your limit, his hand smoothing over your breasts and torso as he watched your vulnerable frame take everything he gave to you. 

He groaned as his hands instantly jumped to reach and fondle your breasts, using his knees underneath your thighs to arch your back even further to fuck you deeper, flicking your nipple simultaneously with his thumb and index finger rolling the hardened bud as he rhythmically made you his with his moving hips. 

You inhaled sharply, feeling the heavy presence of countless orgasms course through you as your mind continued to race, squeezing onto the bedsheets and squeezing your eyes under the cloth, feeling him bend over for something and making your brows furrow as your imaginations couldn’t keep up with his actions… Taken by surprise at the sudden feeling of a cold spiking sensation glide along your skin. 

Oh, how he loved your sharp inhale, the way your pants became broken from your continuous stream of erotic sounds, the enigmatic feel that pressed along your torso and made your core tighten at the feeling.

He loved how you were restless underneath him. 

He had looked over, previously, at the glass of water at the bedside table, the icecubes inside of it becoming a catalyst for Satoru’s thoughts to think about what it would be like to make you shake not just from him, but have you shocked from your oblivious state, putting all your trust in him and not being able to conceive the thought, but like the cube of ice, you melted as you felt the mix of sensations all along you. 

You loved it. Well, that word was an understatement for how you squeezed your legs around him tighter and begged for him more and more like the needy girl you were for him and only him. 

You felt a shiver run down your spine that dived straight to your shaking thighs. You couldn’t see it, but Satoru played a smirk at the corner of his lips as he watched your body shudder, growing accustomed to feeling the cold sensation smooth over your hardened bud and torso, mixed with the pool of warmth in your inner thighs as he was continued to fuck your wet cunt. 

“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me,” he praised. 

The cube was pressed against your already hardened nipple, making your back arch, as well as your core and thighs, squeeze tight around Satoru, this unusual sensation getting you all worked up and making you release rapid, laboured breaths as your body continued to be bounced on his cock. He didn’t give you a second to adjust as he rolled it down to drip its remains on your stomach, after letting it drip along your throbbing and puffy clit; your toes curling through the fluctuation of temperature and stimulation all over your body—he loved to spoil his special girl. You felt yourself release all over his length, making such a pretty mess. 

“Feels… fuck… feel’s so good,” you could honestly feel that taunting smirk go through your body with his cold, piercing stare, accompanied by his spare hand drilling his fingertips into your waist as his thrusts were becoming lazily sloppy, getting to his limit. 

He got his final movements out before he felt his muscles tighten and let a deep guttural moan escape into the room’s atmosphere, filling you up with a pool of warmth that spilled all along your walls, trickling down to your shaking thighs. 

He panted as he caught his breath, recovering from his chased release, removing your blindfold with a quick motion and watching you all blushy and flustered: “Fuck… I love you,” he said as he looked into your recovering eyes. 

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a/n: This is my first jjk oneshot that I have been putting off for some time while I did my exams and papers but I am glad I can finally post it. I have posted loads of fanfic, but I always get so nervous when I post new material for a new fandom I have entered. Love you all, having a lovely day/night *kiss kiss*

[queenoftiddies]

JASON TODD X READER

This might be the last Jason Todd one I do for a while, cause I wanna at least try and write for other characters, my pinned post has what fandoms I’ll write for. So let’s get going.

When you become officially, Jason’s s/o, you realize just how important your safety is to this man.

When he gives you pepper spray, along with a switchblade you think, “Okay, that’s reasonable I guess, it’s Gotham.”

Then you find that this man, has hidden at least one gun in every room in his apartment. (all with the safety on. He’s precautious, not stupid)

Living room? One hidden behind the books on the shelves, and another in the cushions of the sofa

Kitchen? In the drawers. One hidden in the fridge. But when you asked, he moved the fridge gun to a drawer like the first one.

Bedroom? One behind the bed, and one in the closet.

Bathroom? Yeah, you thought he would’ve stopped in the place where you both do your business. He hid one under the sink.

He always holds your hand extremely tight if you’re walking home at night together. Not to mention he keeps a gun with him whenever you go out late.

He loves you way too much to let what happened to you happen to him. No way.

[hothammies]

the party leader, mike wheeler - apoc au character details + poll under the cut!

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mike's role in the party:

a scouter - essentially plans runs, checks areas first to ensure safety, and directs the runners during supply runs

assigns basic survival chores at the beginning of each day (laundry, boiling water, patrol, hunting, etc.)

is the "face" of the party -> always the one to negotiate with people of other groups

even though the party likes to give him shit for being kind of rude and bossy about how he talks to them in "leader" mode - they always hang onto his every word! they love and respect him deeply

kind of like a tired dad whenever he's not fighting with someone else -> basically watches over everyone to make sure they're okay

would never hesitate to do something deplorable to protect the party: family first

skills + hobbies:

considered the designated driver (along with max): nancy taught him when he was younger. he was scared about being useless due to his inability to shoot and aim guns so nancy helped him find something useful. max teaches him how to drive manual so that he can drive her muscle car (its how they get over their distaste for each other)

writes an entry in a journal that he stole every day! he lets will doodle in the margins of the paper :)

loves to read whatever's around - particularly interested in history, sci-fi, and old journals from people before the apocalypse (reads them with dustin and el -> they are nosy as hell and live for the drama)

great at using machetes and hatchets -> do NOT let this boy shoot a gun. he will accidentally hurt you and himself

good at fixing up guns and navigating - lucas (guns) and dustin (navigating) taught him :D

quirks / fun facts:

he likes to switch around the pins on his jacket a lot! the party find pins around to give to him (range from terrible to wearable)

since he's the only boy that likes to tie up his hair, max and el like to doll up and play around with his hair during their downtime

is very annoying and particular when it comes to doing survival chores (out of love) -> makes sure that the chores are divided equally among all of them and that no one gets the same chores twice in a row

--- other notes: mike was the first character i had in mind when thinking about this au (no surprise there) and the drawing of him sitting cross legged with a machete in his hand was the first ever "official" drawing i made for this :D i tried to make apoc mike similar to canon mike in terms of his temperament, his hero complex, his self-sacrificial tendencies, his inability to appropriately process his romantic feelings, his natural leadership and his personality. about mike's inability to use guns -> looking at mike's character dnd sheet, his dexterity is low and s1 mike wheeler cannot aim for shit either (see his rock throw). the reason he's most comfortable with machetes (and hatchets) is because of their versatility as both weapons and tools! just wanted to share because i think mike needed a nerf and him not being able to shoot guns is both in character and funny as hell to me i've had mike and will's char sheets done for a while and i really love the way they look :) i'm excited to post will's next! i'm working on the character sheets in batches of two, so which duo are yall most interested to see next? i'll work on them based on the poll results and post them next week at the earliest :) i'll prob also try out some concept designs for the demogorgon-like zombies sometime soon as well!

[hoeforhao]

RED AND CREAM ✨️🧨🎈🩸Wonwoo Oneshot

pairing : military official wonwoo × fem!reader

genre : pwp, pure smut

warnings : mention of blood, unprotected sex ( wrap it up guys ) , creampie, abusive talks, minors DNI

author's note : so umm I kind of wrote this smut for someone but then thought why not post it with wonwoo in mind. Bear with the he(s) pls.

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As he stood there looking at her with dark clouded eyes with his hair all messed up from the intense fight, blood dripping down his knuckles onto his black boots, she saw the devil in him. The devil staring at her, telling her that he has finally came for his daughter. That he has finally found his worthy offspring to spread his bloodied rays into the world.

Stepping close to him, she looks into his red burning eyes as if she's gonna light him up on fire that very moment, as if she's going to draw out those popping veins in his eyes with her red nails.

Pushing his legs apart with hers she stands between them with her black heels on while her hands take his fist in hers and gently swipe off the blood off of them with her fingers and put them into her craving mouth, gently sucking onto them as if giving him the temptation of how she would treat his dick so good yet so rough between her cavities.

All this time her knees move up and down his already tightening up crotch, sometimes pushing it a bit too hard earning muffled up moans from him. Because he's a man. He cannot show how weak and needy his woman is making him feel now. Being done with sucking off all of his enemy's blood and injecting it into her system, her hands now move upto his neck to hold it tight and firm in place while her lips curve up into a satanic smile.

She quickly brings her mouth up to the bone protruding so prominent out of his neck and instantly plants her teeth onto the skin, pulling it with her canines making tears swell up in his eyes from the intense sting.

"If you thought I'll let his blood infuse into kine and make me impure, you're so wrong honey. I'll make sure that yours takes control on his and completely overpowers him. I want to see you overpower each and every individual on the face of this planet and be at the very top" and with that she bites into his skin at animalistic force and draws out blood like a vampire feasting on its meal after ages. As if a blood thirsty demon got the first taste of vanilla sweet blood burning with rage finally on her lips, all the while he cannot touch her or do anything to her because he was pinned down.

But she very well knew that she would be overturned in a minute if he truly tried for it. Having had enough of his woman being a brat he finally engulfed her legs by his and pushed her down onto the floor. He stood tall before her, while she lay on the cold marble with a sinister smirk knowing quite well what was coming next.

Bending down to her level the very first instinct he had was to rip off ever piece of clothing from her body, making her completely naked infront of the beast that was now to feast on the vulnerable little prey infront of him. Having his legs placed on both sides of her shaking ones, he took her lips in his. And no it was not a gentle kiss at all. It was a hungry, desperate one. One to prove how he will always have the upper hand over her, how she will just be a playtoy under him.

While his teeth pulled onto her lower lips, popping the slender veins there making blood drip down the corner of her mouth, his hands played with her boobs. More appropriately abused them. His nails drew deep and sharp around her supple jiggly skin, leaving behind deep rooted tracks of his invasion onto her body and soul and mind.

Shifting from her lips, he now focuses on slapping the living shit out of her breasts, earning constant pleas of mercy from her, knowing that the undertone in them was nothing but her asking for more brutality.

When he's finally done abusing her chest, leaving it all red with his hand prints, as if something turns in him and he gently places his mouth on her nipples and suckles onto it like a child feeding on his mother. But oh well isn't his entire persona deceiving? While his mouth work like a complete gentleman around her mounds, his fingers find her throbbing clit and aggressively rubs it's like it's some sort of enemy he needs slain down.

Her eyes rolled from the intense pain and pleasure that her body was feeling at the same time. She licks off her own blood from her mouth and slightly pushes up her head as if to see what is happening to her bare body, only to find that it's a red hill down there. Every part of her skin is burning aflame. And in that very painful moment, he quickly unzips the tent in his pants and brings out his rock hard dick to now graze up and down her sloppy cunt.

Never giving her the pleasure to feel him inside her, while she claws out his toned back, he slaps the tip of his dick onto her throbbing pussy and sometimes teases her hole with it by pressing it a bit down and taking it out immediately. Not being able to take the torment anymore she takes things into her hand and harshly slaps him across the face.

That was his last string. How dare a bitch have the audacity to slap a man like him. And with that he presses himself in her in seconds without any warning, without giving her the time to even adjust to him.

"You wanted it so bad you whore hmm? How you like daddy's dick tearing up your walls into shreds now huh" he runts into her soft delicate hole like a complete animal gone feral, like a tiger getting a good meat after days.

He could see tears rolling down her eyes onto the floor from his intense thrusts, him completely ruining her pussy for the new few days so that she remembers he is who she belongs to, every inch of her body belongs to him and is only for him to ravish and eat and feast on.

With one more push down her cunt, he feels his high riding him as he releases all his anger, frustration into her, making his cum ooze out of her swelled up walls, mixed with some traces of blood from the intense abuse.

[faux-ecrivain]

Yan Bully

(Twenty first official post)

(Enjoy this short post)

(Name’s Tony West)

(Content warning; triggering topics such as violence will be mentioned.)

Yan Bully who’s been harassing you for years, ever since the two of you were children. (Your first meeting was when he knocked your caprisun into the trash and then kicked sand into your lunchbox)

Yan Bully who threatens you anytime you appear in his radar, he threatens you so often it actually caused you to have paranoia.

Yan Bully who becomes irritated anytime you  try to avoid him, especially when you’ve become a master of sneaking away. (How’s he suppose to find you if you’re hiding from him?)

Yan Bully who believes that violence is the only way to show your love, after all his mom has always been violent and his father still stays with her.

Yan Bully who gets confused when you reject his love and insist that he’s crazy.

Yan Bully who gets mixed emotions when you lash out, because your anger is expected (his father is always angry), but the way it makes him feel isn’t.

Yan Bully who, because of his confusion, lashes out and engages in a shouting match with you. One that he finds himself replaying when the day is over.

Yan Bully who tries to soften his approach, only to fall back into old habits the moment you start to tolerate him.

Yan Bully who decides to ignore any strange feelings you give him and simply do what he wishes with you.

Yan Bully who actually abducts you and refuses to let you leave, unfortunately his parents are wrapped up in their own drama and haven’t taken notice of their new house guest.

Yan Bully who manages to make your life 200 times worse now that he’s captured you, because now there’s no break from the pin he causes you and now you have no escape to maintain any semblance of sanity.

Dread finds it’s way through your body the moment you hear the basement door open, you know who’s coming and you know what’s ahead. Yet you can do nothing to stop it…