#fmm au

[justletmereadmycomics]

He’s just a little kooky :)

[moldylittlebinch]

i can't believe a picture of a dog got me to draw him again

[yourstrqly]

SPINNING THREADS

alex albon x mafiosa!reader x george russell

after killing your fiance, you take your right hand and his lover to your bed, fucking like filthy animals.

warnings: smut — threesome (fmm), slight mm, praise kink, george's a dirty talker, mafia au, talks of readers death fiance, double vaginal penetration, breastplay, squirting, raw (use a condom!!), cockwarming, use of whore and slut

part one — masterlist

as hard as you tried to keep silent, bitting your inner cheeks to suppress moans and whines, it didn't convince anyone much less yourself. you were a mess, panties still on but already soaked with your juice.

fingers delicately danced above the place you desperately wanted them to be; the teasing and denying started seemingly hours ago, making you dizzy with lust.

"stop it, alex", you hissed out lowly.

"ah no, birdy don't tell him what to do", george said, voice laced in pleasure, as he marked your neck and squeezed your throat gently. the other man's fingers dipped beneath the elastic of your panties, causing your breathing to stop in anticipation, and your head fell on alex' shoulder.

the brit made himself comfortable in a chair before you, locking eyes with you as he sat down, legs manspread and a smirk etched on his lips.

your eyelids fluttered shut as the thai brushed against your bundle of nerves over the fabric, cutting george off from your sight. whimpering, you clawed your nails on his back, knowing there will be pretty red marks in the morning.

"trying to your hardest to fight it, don't you? but we know you want it", the brit rumbled roughly. "You love nothing more than being fucked like the dirty little whore you are. you'd love for your fiance to hear you screaming our names as we fuck you, wouldn't you? too bad i ended his life, should've kept him alive for a bit to see true passion, no?"

a quite moan escaped your mouth, seemingly agreeing with the filthy words but also the feeling of alex' fingers pulling your panties to the side to expose your warmth made your head spin. Even though his fingers were rough from the hard work you gave him, he ever so gently strocked along your slit, never dipping deep enough to satisfy you — if you gathered one thing of this threesome arrangement, then it was that your right hand loved to edge you a bit while george enjoyed the show, slowly strocking himself.

"alex, stop teasing", you whined, body jerking whenever his fingers dipped between the lips but never inserting in your snatch.

the man's hand left, only to hit your pussy, making you wail loudly. his mouth pressed against your ear, telling you to shut up or you'll get nothing but being handcuffed to the single chair in the large bedroom while he fucks george.

"she'd like that, don't you?", the brit laughed, capturing the other man's lips in a passionate kiss — you hadn't noticed him standing up but you weren't mad at the sight of the taller man pressed against the thai.

breaking the kiss, george pushed alex away from you to glide his hands up and down your torso, halting at your breasts to squeeze them all while pressing hot kisses onto your jaw and maneuvering you towards the bed, where he pushed you down, falling with you. his abs pressed against the softness of your stomach and his dick rubbed between your bodies. you let out a pathetic moan as he grinded into your stomach, arms fisting the bedsheets tightly; you didn't dare to be a brat, george would absolutely make alex words true.

abruptly the brit was pulled off you and in his place was alex, who gently nudged the tip of his cock in your cunt, gathering wetness. then, with a smooth yet strong push he glided into your cunt, stuffing you to the brim.

a satisfied groan escaped your throat. "I— harder, pretty boy, make me see the stars."

over and over again he pushed rapidly in your pussy, turning your brain into mush till he threw you over, letting you ride him as he guided your hips, pace slower than before but much more intense because of the eye contact you held.

the click of a bottle being opened made your head turn to the other man in the room, who presented you with a dirty grin; in his left hand was lube that he spread on his right hand, throwing the bottle away to apply the liquid onto his large, to the left bend, dick. he walked over to the pair of you, pushing your upper body down, resulting in your head resting on alex shoulder. you pressed butterfly kisses on his throat, enjoying the man's hand massaging your sides as george gently pushed next to alex' cock inside your pussy.

a whimmer left your mouth at the feeling; george's dick rubbed against alex, filling you to the brim. george watched himself pulling out to the tip, only to roughly push inside again, admiring the way your pussy clutched onto the two dicks you took. he saw a circle of your wetness clinching on the base of his lover's thick length, indicating of how turned on you were.

"'s too much, too big", you babbled, tears prickling and escaping your eyes which the thai ever so lovingly kissed away, tasting the saltiness. "i can't hold it, s' too much. can i cum?"

the brit kept pushing, waiting for alex to decide. "come for us butterfly, be a good girl", he mumbled against your lips, tasting the need and vanilla ice cream you had eaten earlier. "you deserve this after that brick and his tiny cook. couldn't satisfy a girl like you, isn't that right?"

you didn't answer, to absorbed in the approaching orgasm, the wandering hands of the brit and the fullness. george forced your body up, pressing your back to his front, to swipe his tongue in your mouth and his free hand creeped your stomach down to your clit, pinching the puffy clit. on the other hand, alex leaned towards your body, taking your left nipple inside his hot mouth as one hand grabbed around you to touch his lover's happy tail.

"a good little slut like her needs a man or two, to feel pleasure. that disgrace of a man didn't know how to work a body like yours or how to get you to sing like this", george said, suppressing a groan as alex fucked upwards, his tip being squeezed to his.

with a long shuddering moan, your orgasm clashed down, leaving you a crying mess underneath george who slowed his pace, watching as your toes curled and legs shook repeatedly, beautiful eyes hidden behind the lids. a deep groan had left his and alex lips as you eagerly coated their cooks, nearly pressing them too hard as if they'd fall off due to failing blood. you had squirted on them.

despite your mind blowing orgasm, they continued to fuck you, alex mouthing your other tit while george massaged your thropping clit in circles. you felt another orgasm on its way, feeling their dicks working in tandem — their pace became unregulated, pushed inside at the same time, causing you to cum again, this time more intense.

even though your mind was hazzy, blown away from the toecurrling orgasms, you felt that the men were close to finish, their panting and groaning growing louder, sounding like music to yout ears.

alex muttered a fuck as his cum filled you up, dick twitching against georges, who also came raw inside you. you felt george trying to gently pull out. "stay inside, wanna feel you till the morning", your sleepy voice rasped, making him halt in the process.

"and then, you can fuck me awake."

[kneelingshadowsalome]

It’s been on my mind for a while: your double trouble AU, does each konig know that the other is his younger/older version of himself? Or are they two separate different people to each other? A metaphysical question lol and I can’t get it out of my head

Ahaha it’s a good question!

Yes they are very aware of each other being a different version of the same person ^^ I don’t know how it came to be that there are 2 Königs terrorizing the world, perhaps it was an unofficial government experiment with cloning or some distortion in the space-time continuum like @gremlingottoosilly suggested, I don’t care if there were aliens involved – they’re here and in love with the same woman!

But…

What I’m curious about is how did reader and Colonel!König meet the younger version (since they’re both happily married when young recruit comes around)? Maybe reader expressed her wishes to spice things up with some FMM action one day. And because Colonel!König is lenient and gentle with her and only her – ok let’s face it, he can’t deny anything from her – he kisses her forehead gently, pulls her into his lap, asks, why don’t they go out tonight and choose a victim for her then? :)

Cue to a few hours in at the local bar, Colonel is beginning to think this was a bad idea. His wife is sitting on his lap, trying to get a view of the dance floor filled with people. Mostly drunk, desperate men far younger than him; Colonel could roll his eyes – does she really want some hormone-driven asshole to give her a sloppy, low effort ride? These boys barely have hair growing on their balls yet…

Colonel just wants to go home and bully his sweet wife for hours with some expert tonguework and is just about to offer to take her home when she spots a young man. Immediately shooting up with curiosity, her eyes are shining when she finally sees something that she really likes.

“I want that one,” she says like she’s gotten used to getting anything she wants, even if it’s a person ‐ and since we’re talking about young, pussy-deprived men here, it shouldn’t be a problem to lure someone special into her arms. She could very well go and boop anyone's nose here and they would follow her home like a dog. Even if for some, the prospect of sharing her with a big, older hound might be a bit off putting…

Colonel!König, however, relieved to see that she finally picked her choice so that they can proceed to the awkward proposal, grows pale when he sees who she’s pointing at.

“Can you believe our luck? He looks exactly like you when you were young!”

She’s so excited that she’s giggling, trying to cover her mouth like she sometimes does when she’s feeling shy.

Just imagine the Colonel’s inner turmoil when he immediately recognizes his younger self, the one he thought was dead, now alive before his eyes and looking like a sorry idiot, trying to harass some women and down beers like water.

He doesn’t only look like him, he is him. Young and rough and desperate, a bullied kid who turned into a bully himself when he grew up. Tall and lean and almost succeeding in feigning self-confidence, his younger version looks like the worst kind of tortured fucker who used to hang around on 4chan and blame women for not giving him pussy...

Before he can prevent it, his wife is gone from his lap. Approaching that silly idiot while unsuspecting, tipsy and sweet – fuck, the young man answers her flirty smile with a flash of a vicious grin...

This will be a nightmare.

[eatmekaneki]

Paradise Fallen-

Chapter One

18+

Series Summary: God is dead and so is the Devil. Only the angels and demons on earth are here to help us now.

You find yourself mixed in a battle between forces of good and evil when you witness a crime on a dark road at night and get moved into witness protection.

The criminal is baited into finding you so he can be pulled out of hiding. You start to have your heart and body pulled back and forth between this blue eyed angel and the fanged fiend who sneaks into your bed at night.

Warnings/Tags(*for entire series): Graphic Violence, Smut, Angels and Demons au, Vampire!Getou, Angel!Gojo, Angel!Nanami, Demon!Toji, Fallen Angel!Choso, FMM threesomes, Poly relationships, dubcon, knifeplay, gun play,

Notes: trying my hand at a series for jjk and crossing my fingers ! Hope you guys like it 🖤

—————-

~”The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..”- Paradise Lost~

Humanity often yelled out to a god, wondering if he was listening. From the start of life, for most the call came unanswered. Over time the answers seemed even more silent and the world became even more violent.

People started to wonder if there even was a god to begin with at all.

A small group knew the truth, that yes god was here, at one point. The same few know the darker truth. That he’s been dead for quite a while, and those who killed him walk right among us every day, hiding in shadows and in our stores and businesses and maybe even in our very families and homes.

You never thought about fantastical or religious things like gods and angels and demons. You didn’t feel the need to curse a god for the shitty hand you’d been dealt in life and you never believed in one to start.

The biggest thing on your mind right now was driving your takeout chinese food home before it got cold.

The spring rolls and rice were sitting in white boxes tilting slightly to the side almost spilling over on the seat next to you. You were shooting your eyes back and forth checking on it at every turn as you drove, not wanting to make a mess and spill your precious food.

The mess could be dealt with, it’s not like your shitty car was spotless anyways. You certainly didn’t try and trash it, but you worked long days. Also who has time to take care of every little Tupperware container and wrapper on the floor?

Losing the food would break your heart though. It was rare that you could afford something like this.

It was a special treat, a congratulations to yourself for your measly little raise you got at the factory you worked at.

Though it was just a standard raise anyone got for working at the company for a year.

You sighed and turned up the radio to distract yourself from souring your celebration.

You had to keep a positive mindset.

You might be single, you might have a shitty job at a factory that makes folding chairs, you might have a shitty car and a shitty apartment, and shitty friends that don’t call…but…

You realized you almost lost the point of the whole thing.

‘but I have this takeout food’ you weakly grinned.

You had seen the flashing lights from a police car indicating someone had been pulled over coming up ahead.

They had parked off to the shoulder of the road. You didn’t think much of it at first, until only a few moments later there were red brake lights in your lane right in front of you.

You hadn’t noticed before that a car was ahead of you. Now they cut through the dark night’s dimness and shined brightly right in front of you. You had no choice but to slam your brakes down hard. Sending not only your already precariously positioned spring rolls and rice; but your main dish flying as well. They hit the windshield scattering with a splat, as your head slammed against your steering wheel hard with a smack.

Of course your shitty car had shitty airbags that didn’t work.

You didn’t feel anything on your head, you thought that was strange considering how hard you’d hit it. You were able to hear the metal crushing against metal as you had hit the car in front of you. You were well aware of the sweet and sour sauce dripping from a cracked windshield and splattered across the inside of your car.

You were now also aware your head was still resting on the steering wheel and you hadn’t lifted it yet. You were tired, this was all too tiring…

You closed your eyes for just a moment to rest…

———

“Are you sure you killed them all?” a raspy voice spoke.

There was silence.

Not even a cricket chirped as two men dressed in black clothing stood by 4 cars on this dark country road. The only thing illuminating the scene was the silent flashing red and blue lights of one of the cars, a police car.

“All of them,” a deeper, sturdy voice replied.

Two of the cars were badly damaged in a wreck caused by the situation the first two were in. Yours, the last one, was fully caved in, and you now sat unconscious with your head resting on the steering wheel dripping blood, or was that the sweet and sour sauce?

One of the men had checked on you and seeing the state you were in counted you as dead with the rest.

The car in front of you, a van, was filled with motionless passengers, a hand hung limp out of one of the back doors still slid open.

“Can you turn those fucking lights off Geto.” The first voice spoke again.

“Like I know how to work a police car?” The second man, Geto, snapped.

“It can’t be that hard, idiot” the other man bit back harshly.

The van was pulled directly next to the cop car, which was parked behind Geto’s car where he had pulled them over.

Dumb bitch in the van just had to stop and ask the cop if everything was alright. Wrong place, wrong time. She must’ve noticed something strange and when saw him sitting in his car hanging his head down lifeless with the bullet wound in his head.

She screamed when she saw him and struggled frantically to put her car back into drive as the passengers in her back realized the situation and started screaming at her to drive away quickly.

Geto had left him there only a couple minutes ago and had just gotten back into his car.

Toji, his boss, yelled at him to take care of it, and without a second thought he got back out of their car and shot the bitch in the head too, along with 3 other humans in the back seat.

It was honestly light work for a demon, especially the type of Fiend that Geto was…

Unfortunately he’d made quite a messy situation, as not even seconds after he’d done this and stepped back, another car came crashing through.

It slammed into the back of the van, shoving it forward a bit before stopping abruptly with a screech.

The woman inside almost instantly passed out and Geto considered that situation taken care of on its own.

“And all because you didn’t like the way he said your name.” Geto sighed as he closed the car door behind himself, getting in the driver's seat next to his boss Toji who was relaxed in his seat casually smoking a cigarette.

“Yeah, it was condescending. Humans should know better. Addressing someone like me in such a demeaning manner…” he coughed on his cigarette and a lot more smoke than should’ve came out of his throat. Almost as if it wasn’t just from the cigarette but from something deep within his chest.

“I know you’re new to the Overworld Toji, but I shouldn’t have to keep reminding you, humans don’t know about us. They aren’t going to bow to you here.” Geto heard police sirens suddenly in the distance. “Let’s go.” He quickly put the car into drive and sped away.

Toji looked back at the scene with a smirk. “They’ll know about me soon enough.”

————

You thought you’d died and woke up in heaven when you opened your eyes in that hospital bed.

You were certain of it when you turned your head to see a white haired man with the bluest eyes you’d ever looked on was sitting next to you.

A complete stranger dressed in an all black suit, toying with a cloth and cleaning a pair of dark sunglasses.

“H-hello?” You tried to speak out your words but realized how scratchy your throat felt.

You raised a hand up to your neck.

“Ah-“ the man stood up suddenly “nurse!? She’s up!”

A nurse walked in only a few seconds later, cheery and asking you if you needed anything. You asked for water and she left the room for a brief moment before returning with it and checking your vitals and looking under a large bandage you had on your head to make sure it didn’t need to be changed.

She seemed satisfied and before leaving the room she spoke to the white haired man.

“Detective Gojo? Please don’t question her too hard, it is a head injury she’s got after all.”

The man nodded and smiled a charming smile the nurse’s way. “Of course ma’am!”

The lady blushed a bit at the lovely young man’s glance. He was the type of cute that even a smile sent your way would turn most girls heart’s into butterflies. He looked sweet and kind but serious when he turned to look at you.

“I’m sorry I have to do this right away, I just want to get all I can when your memories are fresh so we can catch the bastards that did this.” He explained.

“I-“ you stuttered, grabbing your water and chugging down a good amount before continuing. “I don’t even know what happened myself. It was just a car accident wasn’t it?”

The man pulled his chair up closer to your hospital bed.

“You got in an accident, yes, you were lucky…” he looked down, not meeting your eyes. (Which you were thankful for, his piercing blue eyes were starting to cause you to not focus on anything else.) “the car you crashed into, they were dead before you’d even hit them.”

You felt your heart sink at that, and the young Detective explained the situation to you.

As far as the detectives were aware, there were two men who were being pulled over for speeding, the officer had already started writing out the ticket in his car when it appears one of the men came up and shot him. The van must’ve noticed the scene and they wanted to take out any witnesses.

You had hot angry tears in your eyes. You almost couldn’t believe what he was saying. Who would do something so evil?

As you squeezed your eyes shut to shake away the thought you realized something…

“I saw him…” you gasped “i-“

The detective’s face lit up. “You did?” He was sat up straight and leaning even closer to you, as if pulling the seat forward hadn’t been enough.

You nodded realizing how fuzzy the memory was.

“When he came to check on me…I think I opened my eyes just barely for a moment. He didn’t notice. But I saw him.” You nodded “he had dark hair, long, and when he smiled at me because he thought I was dead…” you suddenly realized you couldn’t say your next words outloud, or at least you’d have to rephrase them.

“I- actually think maybe I hit my head too hard” you chuckled nervously. “I was going to say when he smiled it looked like he had a set of fangs. Like a vampire in a movie.” You nervously giggled a little again, hoping the detective would join you.

But he didn’t.

He seemed to ponder this even more. His eyes grew narrow and he put on the dark sunglasses even though you were indoors.

“Fangs.” He whispered. “Here…”

You didn’t like the way that the detective was taking you so seriously. You definitely hadn’t meant him to, yet…something did feel increasingly more unsettling.

“And you didn’t see the other man?”

“No…only one.” The more you think about it , the more you remember the details of his face too.

You had barely opened your eyes for five seconds when he peeked his head through the door to see you.

He’d seen your open and blank wide eyes staring at him with a bloody head and assumed you were dead, not looking right at him.

But you saw. You saw how beautiful this killer was despite what you now had just heard about him. His dark thick long hair looked like it belonged in beauty commercials, and his strong muscular frame showed even though he was wearing a dark baggy shirt.

At the moment he opened the door to the car you thought he was your guardian Angel there to save you. But when he thought you dead and grinned, you saw the fangs and thought otherwise.

Your mind had blurred and you fell back into nothingness after that.

If no one had questioned you on it when you woke, you might have even thought of that as just a weird dream from hitting your head.

But it seemed like this pretty detective was taking you a bit too seriously for your liking.

There was silence for a while, the detective sat with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together in a tent. He rested his chin on his hands and thought for a good few minutes.

“Y/n..” the man spoke. “I’m nervous for your safety. If these men find out you’re alive they’ll come after you too.”

Ice ran through your body at that. You hadn’t really thought of it like that. But he was right. If any of this comes up on the news and shows a survivor, that devilish, and too handsome to be a murderer, man is going to fucking murder you next.

Gojo then stood and stared over at the window.

“I’m going to make some calls…but I think I need to have you stay with a Guardian for a while.”

The way he spoke the word guardian felt like much more of a title than most people would mean it as. It felt strange.

You were realizing something was off about all of this. Yes, you’d hit your head, and yes, you could just be feeling absolutely mad from that, but something was definitely off.

You were terrified of a murderer on the loose, one that knew you and might want to finish the job. You were relieving the horrors of the crash in bits, and mourning a $35 Chinese meal you won’t be able to afford again for years with the repairs you’ll need on your car. You felt sick and wanted to not even think about the other people that didn’t make it in the accident you survived.

But why…why was it that more than any of that, the one thing scaring you the most, replaying on a loop…was the smile that man gave, and the way he showed his teeth to be bright white fangs.

[valentinoappreciator]

Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss fic masterlist

I know that literally NO ONE has asked, but here's a masterlist of the Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss fics + drabbles I've written so far c: I'll try to update it as more fics / drabbles see the light of day!

All of the links leads to AO3, and everything is rated E for EXPLICIT!

UPDATED 28 / 10 / 2024

--------------

Hazbin Hotel fics

A Prize Grander Than Life (Valentino x gender neutral reader) (consensual, shoe / boot worship, blowjob, verbal humiliation) (2.5k words)

You Are Special (to me) (Vox x female OC) (consensual, wire play, dirty talk, vaginal sex, soft Vox) (7k words)

Sinful Habits (Vox x Valentino) (mildly dubious consent, snuff, rape, AU of an AU) (3.3k words)

From Rags To Riches (Valentino x Vox) (trans!VoxVal, consensual, first time cunnilingus, mentioned / referenced rape, soft Vox, soft Valentino) (7.6k words)

Una Hermosa Noche (Valentino x female reader) (dub-con, cannibalism, graphic violence, love confessions, soft Valentino) (4.6k words)

Rotten Apples For A Rotten Basket (Vox x Valentino) (consensual, first time bottoming, bottom Vox, top Valentino, daddy kink) (8.3k words)

Tonight I'm Saying Goodbye Valentino (Vox x female OC) (consensual, implied / referenced non-con, implied / referenced abuse, soft Vox, Vox is not a jerk in this one, semi AU?, Vox and Angel get along well) (17k words) (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Gagged and Chained (Valentino and Vox x female reader) (mildly dubious consent, erotic electrostimulation, threesome (FMM), daddy kink, gags, restraints, a side dish of Vox x Val) (3.8k words)

Blood and Bandages (Valentino x female OC (not mine, but used with permission)) (graphic depictions of violence, self harm, suicide attempt, blood play, unconscious sex, semi-soft Valentino, hopeful ending) (2.5k words)

Waterboarded by Your Pimp (Valentino x female reader) (extremely dubious consent, drowning / waterboarding, snuff film) (1.5k words)

A Butterfly And A Bat Walk Into A Bar... (Valentino x female OCs) (cannibalism, blood and gore, sort of threesome (FFM)) (2450 words)

As the sun sets on your mortal, the moon will shine on your afterlife (Valentino x female OC) (non-con / non-con elements, drug use, fat shaming, forced prostitution, happy ending) (19k words) (WORK IN PROGRESS)

A Shocking Outcome (Valentino and Vox x female reader; Vox x Val) (consensual, hypnotism, multiple orgasms, boss / employee relationship) (3k words)

What's Another Inch Moved If It's With You? (Valentino and Alastor x female OC) (consensual, cannibalism, threesome (FMM), knife play, deranged Valentino and Alastor) (5.8k words)

Step And Spit On Me (Valentino x female reader) (consensual, trampling, being spat on) (1.5k words)

Out of the ashes; into the fire (Valentino x female reader) (non-con, aphrodisiacs) (4.3k words)

Hazbin Hotel drabbles

Drabble 1 - Squirting (Valentino x female reader) (squirting) (1k words)

Drabble 2 - Cockwarming (Valentino x female reader) (cockwarming) (2.2k words)

Drabble 3 - Clitoris piercing (Valentino x female reader) (genital piercings) (2.1k words)

Helluva Boss fics

Would You Spare Me A Glance Tonight? (Blitzo x Moxxie) (use of safeword, panic attack, daddy kink, light Dom / sub, anal sex, a side dish of Millie / Moxxie) (10.2k words) (could maybe use a 2nd chapter? I'll think about it!)

[azsazz]

Sinful Smut Masterlist:

Intertwine [Smut]

Rough Terrain (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) [Enemies to Lovers, angst, smut]

Flame and Ash [Smut]

Sweet Like Frosting [Smut]

One More [Fluff, smut]

Alpha Save Me [Smut, A/B/O dynamics]

Smirks and Shadows [Smut]

In the House Love Built [Smut]

Sharing is Caring [Smut, YA!Batboys]

After Hours [Modern!Azriel AU, Smut]

Dirty Work [Smut]

In Ribbons [Smut, Daddy!Az, Sub!Az]

Secrets in the Shadows [Masturbation]

Sway [Smut]

Seeing Red [Smut]

Ruby Red [Smut]

Sharing is Caring [Smut, YA!Cass]

You Should Probably Leave [Smut, Sub!Cassian]

Mirror Mirror [Smut]

Better Men Have Hit Their Knees and Bigger Men Have Died [Smut, Hate-Fucking]

Sharing is Caring [Smut, YA!Rhys]

Dioxazine (Part 2) [Modern!Rhys, Art School AU, Smut]

November Third [Smut]

In the Foxholes [Smut]

You Know I Always Liked Playing with Fire [Smut, TW: slight masochism, slight sadism]

Soul on Fire [Smut, face-fucking, mentions of voyeurism]

In Full Bloom [Smut]

Fall into Night [Azriel x Eris x Reader, Smut]

Wrong Side of the Right Coin (Part 2) [Azriel x Eris x Reader, Angst, Smut]

The Lady of Fire and Night [Azriel x Eris x Reader, Smut, MxM Reader Watches]

An Unquenchable Hunger [Rhysand x Feyre x Reader, Smut]

Dead by Dawn (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14 – Coming Soon) [Azriel x Cassian x Reader, Modern Zombie AU, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn]

What’s Mine [Rhysand x Eris x Reader, Smut, FMM, A/BO dynamics]

Pack Mentality [Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader, Smut, A/B/O Dynamics]

Bloody Hearts (Part 2) (Part 3 – Coming Soon) [Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader, Modern Mafia AU, Angst, Smut]

If You Should Die Before You Wake [Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader, Smut]

Learn Your Lesson [Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader, Smut]

Sanctum [Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader, Smut, A/B/O Dynamics]

Hungry for More [Azriel x Cassian x Reader, Smut, Oral (F giving), Double Penetration, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Bondage]

A Court of Four Horsemen:

Based off of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse featuring Rhysand as Conquest, Cassian as War, Eris as Famine, and Azriel as Death. [Angst, Smut]

I. The Lost Girl [Rhys x Reader]

II. The Last Petal [Cassian x Reader]

III. The Scourge of Autumn [Eris x Reader]

IV. The Darkest Night [Azriel x Reader]

[netherfeildren]

Hello love! This is doctorstatic (hopefully you remember me and all my manymany obsessive comments 🫣) I changed my username, I’m trying to eventually get my blog switched to the one I actually frequently use.

Anyway! I know a lot of people have asked about a sequel to kiss kiss kill kill (which I would absolutely LOVE) but I wanted to ask if you have any plans for or if there is a possibility of a follow up to Forfeiting My Mystique? I would love to read about their trip to Brazil or literally anything you’re willing to write about in that au for Ezra.

I haven’t run across that many Ezra fics that I really loved. Not sure why but I just have a hard time with the way he is written in a lot of fics I’ve come across. Makes me sad cause I do really love that character. I’m no writer but I think maybe he’s a harder one to write for.. any opinion there? The way you wrote him has been hands down my favorite that I’ve come across.

I hope you’re having a lovely weekend! Can’t wait for Thursday as always. 😊

of course I remember you, my friend. hello 😁 THANK YOU for asking about forfeiting my mystique !!!!!! that is actually probably my most favorite single piece I've put out thus far. I do have a plan for a second part, and a pretty clear idea of what it will be. the first one was based on lenny kravitz's vogue home tour and there is another article for his ranch in brazil from architectural digest which I would base the second part on. I actually feel though that the Ezra I crafted in that has very little to do with the Ezra we see in the movie and he requires like ... idk a certain headspace for me to pull his voice from. idk that dude's weird...so for now, that has been placed on the back burner in place of the current thing I'm working on which is sort of taking over my life and brain and well being at the moment (I may have bitten off more than I can chew)

to be honest I've only ever read one single Ezra fic which I absolutely adored - it's 'in the dark' by frannyzooey on ao3 (I actually don't read a lot ,or any really, Pedro character fic at all which is v badly done on my part) but I do think he is a very sort of mercurial character to pin point. which is why I say that I fee like my FMM Ezra has very little to do with canon Ezra. he's a strange man in an even more strangely plotted film so I think to hit on that strangeness and do it well is difficult.

but yes, there is a very much anticipated plan for a second part of forfeiting my mystique as well as another kiss kiss kill kill part. I only have to find time and inspiration to get to them

I can't wait for Thursday either! thank you, love 💗💗💗💗

[actu24hp]

Opérations de sauvetage et neutralisation contre Boko Haram.

Dans une série d’opérations de la Force Multinationale Mixte (FMM) ciblant les activités terroristes, les troupes de l’Opération sous la direction de la Task Force Wulgo ont réussi à sauver 34 femmes et enfants des griffes des terroristes de Boko Haram et à neutraliser un terroriste lors du déminage au cours des opérations menées dans les villages de Mazuri, Itsari, Mudu et Maleri en bordure du…

[justletmereadmycomics]

AU Masterlist

Some AU’s might not have posted content or their own masterposts yet, but feel free to ask me about them! I’ll be happy to share :D

- Avid Au - Sep Mikey - Bird Sickness - Fish Donnie - Kraang Doubles - Raph the Big Red Ghost - Bunny Mikey - Honey I Shrunk the Donnie - Leviathan AU - Forest Monster Mikey - Toraichi the Kappa/Mud dogs Leo - My Brother Is a Dead Robot - LMK x ROTTMNT

[stagepool-de]

Protagonisten (w/m/d) aus FMM für Reportagereihe gesucht (vergütet)

Produktionsfirma sucht Protagonist oder Protagonistin (auch Protagonist) im Spielalter 18-95 Jahre für Reportagereihe gesucht in Frankfurt am Main (Deutschland). http://dlvr.it/T4LnbF

[bartholomaus]

Doi copii de 15-16 ani, cu iPhone-uri scumpe în mâini și slipi “de firmă”, în fața tejghelei unui fast food din Therme, adresându-se unor angajați din Asia de Sud-Est care trebăluiau în bucătăria deschisă, pregătind comenzile clienților.

Băiat 1 (către un angajat care întorcea burgerii pe plită): “Hai odată, fmm dă cioară, mișcă-te că leșin de foame aici!”

Angajatul: “Sorry, can you repeat please?”

Băiat 2 (ignorând complet angajatul care aștepta să i se spună ce anume doresc): “Dă-i mă-n plm, ăștia așa-s de nație, abia se mișcă!”

Acum aproape 20 de ani, din cauza lipsurilor și a unui context de tot rahatul am fost nevoit ”să plec la muncă” in Italia. Am ajuns într-un orășel din Sicilia, în Mazaarrone, Catania, la cules de struguri. Dar prima mea slujba acolo a fost cea de grataragiu la Sărbătoarea Strugurilor, un fel de bâlci anual. Era cam a treia zi de când ajunsesem în Italia, nu înțelegeam o boabă din ce vorbeau oamenii ăia, da’ m-am gândit că pentru a întoarce cefele și cârnații pe grătar n-am nevoie de vreun master la Sorbona . În fine, eram acolo “la platane” întorcând dedicat cârnații când de nicăieri au apărut vreo patru puști pe două scutere, învârtindu-se în jurul grătarelor și urlând la mine: “Spicciati, zingaro, spicciati c’amma manciari!”

Habar nu aveam ce dracu’ ziceau, da’ din felul în care mă priveau și îmi urlau acele cuvinte mi-am dat seama că e ceva urât. Și dintr-o dată am conștientizat pe deplin condiția mea acolo: imigrant, singur printre străini, plătit să fac muncile pe care italienii nu mai voiau să le facă. Sigur, era o chestie asumată, nu-mi imaginasem niciodată că mă vor pune italienii rege, și cu toate astea m-am simțit mai neputincios și mai umilit decât fusesem vreodată în viața mea de până atunci. M-au podidit lacrimile instantaneu, voiam să sar peste grătarele alea și să îi iau de guler pe copiii ăia, să arunc cât colo șorțul ăla soios cu care mă echipase “patronul”, să-l dau dracu’ cu tot cu crevuștii lui de rahat lui și să plec!

Da’ unde era să mă duc? “Patronul” grătarului era și stăpânul casei pe care o închiriasem. Și aveam nevoie de bani, că d-aia plecasem de acasă, de sărăcie, nu de bine!

M-am făcut că nu-i mai văd, am continuat să întorc cârnații și fripturile ălea plângând, încercând să devin invizibil și explicându-le italienilor care se apropiau de grătare (în romană) că îmi curgeau lacrimile de la fum. Am îndurat și celelalte două seri “de festă”, iar la sfârșit mi-am primit cei 150 de euro pentru care “mă angajasem”. Primii bani pe care i-am câștigat “afară”.

Nu le-am zis nimic copiilor ălora, oricum nu ar fi priceput și, oricum, nu era vina lor. M-am uitat în ochii acelui băiat, i-am văzut tristețea, indignarea și neputința, m-am văzut pe mine acum aproape 20 de ani și aș fi vrut să îi spun că proștii sunt aceiași peste tot în lume, ca sunt doar niște copiii fără minte si fără educație, că munca lor e importantă și că apreciem tot ceea ce fac pentru noi, da’ îmi dăduseră lacrimile deja și tot ce am mai putut bâgui a fost (în romană) “îți mulțumesc eu în numele lor”.

M-am întors la masă pregatit să mă scuz Ralucăi pentru ochii roșii: “nu plâng, e de la fumul de la grătar!” --- Aici e vorba pur și simplu de un comportament balcano-dâmbovițean, de lipsa de educație/civilizație.Dacă persoanele din spatele tejghelei erau români neaoși, tot ar fi găsit ceva de comentat gibonii aia, probabil nu cu voce tare,că ar fi fost înțeleși. --- E vorba de sentimentul de putere asupra altora. De unde se vede ca omul tinde intotdeauna sa faca rost de sclavi/sclaveti din orice amarat neajutorat venit de peste mari sa-si faca un rost sau sa castige mai bine. Nu e neaparat rasism aici. E vorba de dorinta de dominare, combinata cu aroganta si incultura. Aceasta stare se va manifesta asupra oricui amarat fara stare sociala sau educatie. -- Nu cred ca puteai interveni decat daca erai dispus sa invinetesti un ochi, un nas si sa spargi vreo 3 dinti. Preferabil ar fi sa nimeresti ficat umerii si bratele ca nu lasa urme vizibile. Vorbim de creaturi care se manifesta asa cum le vine, fara nici un fel autocontrol. Daca interveneai pe "pacifist mode" si "educational mode" ei isi indreptau agresiunea spre tine. In plus, creaturile astea cateodata umbla in grupuri mai mari de 2, numite haite, si ar fi putut degenera. Si nu, nu ar fi priceput nimic, cel mult ar fi priceput de la o alta creatura similara cu eu considerata "smechera". si care candva a lucrat cam acelasi lucru. Ai facut bine ca ti-ai ascultat instinctul. SI FELICITARI ca ai avut putere sa treci peste ce a fost in trecut si ai ajuns ce esti acum. -- tiganii tinuti sclavi acum vreo 300 de ani inclusiv pe domeniile manastiresti? Dar super sclavagista societata daca? Cred ca ne am descurcat destul de bine mereu pe tema asta, a exploatarii celor slabi. Tigani, femei, chiar proprii copii. Iar in ce priveste greseala, nu importul de forta de munca e gresit, ci neintegrarea lui in societate si lipsa de respect. -- Mie imi creste inima de fiecare data cand dau de un strain care vine cu mancarea de la tazz sau care debaraseaza mesele de la restaurant. Si mereu am grija sa le zambesc si sa le multumesc si sa ma asigur ca au priceput ca munca lor e apreciata. Tocmai pentru ca stiu cum se simte un strain departe de tara. Si pentru ca vreau ca peste cativa ani, oamenii aia sa-si aduca in Romania si familia, sa-si dea copiii la noi la scoala si sa inceapa sa se simta ca acasa. -- Toate pădurile au uscături. La Rompetrol din Corbeanca, acolo unde-mi spăl mașina pe repede-nainte, au angajat doi băieți din Tibet. Aceeași privire neajutorată, care mă duce cu gândul la toți românii care au plecat pe alte meleaguri pentru o viață mai bună. Mă cam seacă la lungurică. Plus că au aterizat într-o țară cu o cultură total diferită. Îmi închipui ce greu trebuie să le fie. Stau amândoi cu cârpele în mână și-mi arată, zâmbind trist, dacă vreau să-mi șteargă mașina. -- Nu te supăra dar la ce fauna este la therme nu știu ce așteptări ai avea! -- Acei sicilieni rasiști ar fi fost la rândul lor tratați fix la fel, de conaționalii lor, dacă ar fi plecat la Milano. Să știi că italienii sunt foarte rasiști și între ei, din păcate... știu. Vietato l’ingresso ai cani e agli …parcă noi nu suntem chiar așa, adică avem bancuri cu moldoveni, ardeleni și olteni, dar la ei e mult mai dur și fragmentat rasismul între italieni, ei se urăsc crunt pe regiuni, orașe și sate...bine, și limba, dialectele, "ajută " mult la diferențele astea.

[moldylittlebinch]

HANDS

pov: ur Alcina looking down at this weird fucking cat

[moldylittlebinch]

OIGG

OMGGGAOUHSF

I LOVE IT THANK YOUUUUUU!!! HAJDJSK

@moldylittlebinch

👉👈made a fanart

[eatmekaneki]

Paradise Fallen

Chapter 3: The Safehouse

Chapter Summary: Gojo drops you off with Nanami at the safe house. You try and get to know the man meant to be your guardian angel. (Insert some joke about his emotions also being guarded as well)

Warnings/Tags(*for entire series): Graphic Violence, Smut, Angels and Demons au, Vampire!Getou, Angel!Gojo, Angel!Nanami, Demon!Toji, Fallen Angel!Choso, FMM threesomes, Poly relationships, dubcon, knifeplay, gun play,

“Solitude sometimes is best society.”- Paradise Lost

Nanami pulled the car into a long wooded drive that followed at least a half mile of nothingness until it hit the safe house. It was a small home trailer that seemed to be trying to pose as a cabin nestled back in the woods.

Paint chipped on the outside of its bluish gray coloring, painted too thin and leaving streaks.

It was mid day but it looked like evening with how dense the trees hung overhead here.

You hadn’t really pictured the safehouse being an actually little home. They’d told you it’d be an apartment in a different part of the city, and this was something entirely different.

You pulled out your cell phone to check for signal, not surprised to find yourself getting none.

You sighed and got out of the car after Nanami and Gojo had already stepped out.

Gojo was stretching his arms above his head. His shirt lifted slightly showing a bare inch of skin under the hem. You felt your breath catch in your throat at the sight.

He was so beautiful that angel was probably the only right word to suit him in looks.

Though he didn’t act like any angel you’d ever imagined would.

Yet, he didn’t have anyone to answer to anymore, maybe that changed things.

If god was dead and he had no one above him anymore, did that actually make Gojo the new god?

That title somehow suited him even more and less at the same time.

The two men ushered you into the house and you saw that the inside was just as unappealing as the exterior.

It had peeling white and blue flowered wallpaper over thin wood paneled walls and bright red carpet that looked like it hadn’t been changed since the 80’s.

There was a main living room you walked into with a plaid green and black couch near an old boxy television set. That room connected to a hallway leading to 3 doors; the two bedrooms and a small bathroom.

The kitchen was also attached to the main living area. Dark wooden cabinets that also hailed from a much older time were scuffed up and faded in spots. It wasn’t a large kitchen but you could imagine it working just fine for two people.

The whole place smelled like mothballs and old paper inside. But, surprisingly it wasn’t dirty. Someone must have come in and cleaned the place up for you.

Gojo showed you to the bedrooms. One had two twin sized beds and one had a larger queen bed.

Nanami offered to take the one with the twin beds but you insisted you were fine with the smaller bed. He didn’t argue.

A lot of your things seem to have already been dropped off. By who? You weren’t quite sure. Maybe the police, maybe more angels.

You did wonder if there were any more around the city or if it was just Gojo and Nanami here.

After staying for a little and getting you settled in, Gojo told you that he needed to leave. He had some important business to take care of early in the morning at a news station and didn’t want to stay out too late.

You walked him to the door, nervous to be left alone without him now. Not that he wasn’t much more of a stranger to you than Nanami at this point himself.

You trusted him though he scared you. Angels were supposed to be fierce and powerful, were they not? That didn’t make him less good.

If he trusted Nanami to watch you, you’d trust him too.

“I’ll see you tomorrow evening. I’ll stop by again for dinner and to tell you if there’s any news on our guys.” Gojo smiled another heart melting smile on his way out the door.

“That sounds good…” you replied, wanting to say more, wanting to keep him longer but not sure why, or what to say.

“Gojo?” You called out, he’d started to walk away back towards the car, but turned around quickly when he heard you. Blue eyes were fixed right on yours.

“Just hurry back okay?” You decided on.

One corner of his mouth rose into a subtle smirk and he gave you a nod.

“Of course y/n.”

He got in the car and you watched him pull away and leave down the long drive. It was odd that you felt the pains in your stomach of missing him already. You tried to tell yourself it was because you trusted him more than Nanami to protect you. But, there was more to it than that. It was more than obvious to you at this point.

You were falling for that pretty angel and his blue eyes.

———

You unpacked some of your clothes into a small wooden chest that sat at the foot of one of the twin beds.

The inside of the room was cramped, but at least it had a few windows on one wall.

The beds were so close together it might as well have just been the queen bed. There was also a continuing of the nauseating red carpet here as well.

You tried to tell yourself it was only temporary. You hoped it was at least…

Knuckles rapped on the wooden door to your new living area.

“I’ve made dinner.” His deep voice spoke in a monotone. He didn’t wait for you to reply, simply walking away as soon as he’d announced the meal.

“Okay, thank you! Be right out!” You yelled after him.

You decided to change into something more comfortable now that you were settling in for the night. It was just dinner with Nanami after all.

You put on a thin and lowcut pale purple tank top with some soft blue fuzzy shorts. You debated if shorts might have actually been a bit too short. You turned in the cheap full length mirror that was hung on the back of your door.

“Fuck it.” You shrugged, seeing your ass cheeks poking out from under the bottom hem of the shorts. It’s just Nanami, and this is where you’re living now, you should be comfortable. This was something you’d usually wear in the evenings around your home.

You walked out to see him setting down food on the coffee table near the tv. That seemed to be the only place to eat.

“I’m gonna have to get us an actual dining table and a couple chairs if we can make ro-“ he stopped when he saw you walk towards him.

The adam's apple in his throat bobbed as he gulped, taking you in with surprisingly wide eyes.

You were a bit confused. It’s not like you’d walked out in lingerie. But here he was, his cheeks turning a shade of pink, blushing as if you’d walked out and told him something dirty.

Maybe dressing like this wasn’t such a good idea.

Awkwardly you decided to try and distract from it all.

“So what did you make?” You smiled walking over to him and sitting down on the couch in front of the meal he was laying out.

That did seem to snap him out of it.

Though, his voice cracked slightly on his next word out.

“Ah, Um, I made some chicken, and pork and rice with a few different sauces…” he started listing off the things he made as you started loading up a plate and trying things.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit while you ate, until finally you spoke.

“Guardian Angel huh..” you said before taking a giant bite of a fried chicken ball.

He chuckled softly and you noticed how lovely and boyish his smile seemed to be despite how much the rest of him looked like a hardened business man.

“Yes.” Was all he replied.

“And my guardian angel now…what does that mean.”

He thought for a moment, his face looking less cheerful again, like in the car. He didn’t seem to be fond of letting you in on what was going on here. Which seemed quite unfair considering he was only here protecting you because they wanted to use you as bait.

“It means that I can feel if you’re in trouble.” He answered. “A guardian angel who is assigned a human can form a connection with them in many ways.” He pondered giving more information than that. But he settled on. “To start though, I’d be able to tell where you are and get to you quickly if you were in danger. Like an alert going off in my mind.”

You pressed your lips together tightly and nodded. “That does seem handy.”

He gave another small laugh. “It is. Let’s just hope we don’t need it.”

You still didn’t feel satisfied though.

“So how did you become a guardian angel? Are you born that way? Are you…even born at all?” You started spilling out questions without thinking.

It was a mistake to get too excited with his engagement in your conversation.

His eyes narrowed coldly and he snapped his chopsticks down onto his plate firmly and shoved it forward. The muscles on his forearms flexed as he angrily packed up the food to put it away as leftovers.

“Enough.” He grunted, standing up from the couch. “I’m full. Going to bed.”

You rolled your eyes at his tantrum and shrugged. “Okay. Goodnight then.”

He rushed off in a huff.

Unsure of what you’d really done to upset him so much, you felt a bit bad. but you also didn’t feel like he was justified in storming off on you.

So you stood your ground by staying and finishing the rest of the meal on your plate.

You turned on the television to see you only got news channels out here, that was going to get boring.

Maybe Gojo would bring you a dvd player and some movies to watch. Or at the very least some board games to play…if you could convince Nanami to stay friendly with you for more than ten minutes.

You cleaned the last of the meal up and went to bed.

You curled up in the patchwork quilt blanket that had been laid out at the foot of the bed. The night was getting chilly and though it wasn’t yet the time you’d usually fall asleep, it was dark enough, and you wanted the day done with.

Closing your eyes and trying to sleep felt impossible though.

It had been every night since the crash.

It wasn’t the memory of the sound of the metal scraping though that kept you up.

It wasn’t the thought of how many had died and how you’d lived.

It wasn’t the pain in your head that you still felt from hitting the steering wheel.

Nothing of that was horror enough compared to the sick feeling you felt when you saw the white fangs of the man poking his head into your car.

The real horror. How much thinking about him excited you…

——

The next morning you woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking.

With messy hair and morning face still on you wandered out to the kitchen groggily.

“Fuck!” Nanami hissed.

Through squinted eyes you could see that he’d just burnt his hand somehow. Possibly distracted by you again, in a similar way as yesterday.

He’d been bent over the stove cooking eggs, but was now looking you up and down for a moment.

“I think we are gonna need rules about this.” He muttered, tearing his eyes away and returning them to his cooking.

You rubbed your eyes and then narrowed them in on him.

“Yeah, like not staring me down when I am just wearing my pajamas.” You grumbled.

“You call those pajamas?!” He snapped. “You might as well have walked out in nothing.” He angrily scraped at something burning onto the pan.

You shrugged.

“I’m covered up. It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself better. Angel.” You threw that last line in with a teasing tone.

But he slammed the pan down hard onto the stove top at that, storming out of the house.

You stood shocked and still for a moment. Having been aware of his temper you’d known it not wise to push him, but you weren’t the type to just appease a person like that.

Though, you did feel a bit bad it seemed you pushed him too far.

You went and turned the stove off.

If you were being honest with yourself, you really hadn’t thought he’d care. Angels were supposed to be innocent and pure right?

So why did he keep looking at you like he wanted to tear your clothes off just because of some short pajama shorts and a tight tank top?

You wondered if there was something more to him that you were missing, and it did seem like you’d be spending a lot of time together. So you figured it best to go find him and at the very least try and meet on some middle ground with him.

You started by going and putting on a t-shirt a few sizes too big for you over your tank top you’d been wearing. It was hanging down over the shorts. That should be more modest, you figured.

You walked out to find him sitting on a tree stump out in the yard a bit, with a cigarette in his hand.

“I didn’t know angels smoked.” You called out jokingly, stepping carefully barefoot over twigs and leaves to get to where he sat.

He spun around and saw you and cussed under his breath.

“So you’ve come out here to tempt me some more.” He grumbled.

“Tempt you?” You repeated annoyed as you got to him. “I figured this would be better! I’m more covered!”

“Well now you look like you’re not wearing anything under there at all!” He motioned to all of you standing in front of him, trying not to let his eyes rest on you long.

“I am wearing more clothes than earlier, I’m not tempting you, not on purpose at least.”

“You could leave a little more to the imagination, at least.” He bit back.

You glared at him with your face scrunched and arms tightly crossed. “Sounds like your imagination running away with you is the issue here. Not how I’m dressed. If you’re tempted that easily it must be pretty hard being a good angel.”

He scoffed at that. “And who said I’m a good angel.” He took another puff of the cigarette. “I’m not a cherub like Gojo. I’m not even in the second ring of angels.” He sighed. “Guardians are the lowest rank of angels. So who do you think picks up the most slack?” He chuckled, tossing his cigarette into the dirt by his feet and stamping it out with a black shoe. “Who do you think spends the most time with the humans, only to just be forgotten about here when everything goes wrong side up.”

You noticed his hands almost start to shake at this. You felt a sudden urge to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and comfort him.

“So why does that make you not good?” You almost poured at him.

He sighed and stood up, looking you over again with sad but still slightly hungry eyes.

“Because, humans aren’t good, and I grew to like you all a bit too much.”

————

[satyrbitez]

Made some refs for Moldy, with some bonus doodles and a wip I probably won’t finish