#foaming at the mouth I didn't notice that the first time

[casiavium]

I'm sure it has been written about many times before but my gf is watching Utena and I'm going crazy over the foreshadowing in these statues

The Rape of Persephone, young girl (Kore/Persephone—she would have been a young girl, Kore is literally the word for maiden) is kidnapped by a family member and forced to stay with him, her being with him makes life bad for everyone else (Demeter causing winter)

Orpheus tries to be a hero and save Eurydice from her fate but ultimately it is his love for her that dooms her

The Bremen Town Musicians is a story about escaping to a better life and "resilience and refusing to stay down when others put you down"

[acid-ixx]

FOAMING IN THE MOUTH AT THE FIRST CHAPTER!! the way you wrote dick still imagining reader as a small child because thats the only time he remembered them as is SO GOOD. i am living for the angst and desperation in this fic, and i can't to see how each of them react to the situation, especially damian because he and reader have the sane blood. when dick texted reader pretending everything is cool and like he didn't ignore them for thirteen years is a such a good concept. i can only imagine reader screaming on the other side because of opening the message accidentally lol. i cant stop thinking about how the reader's reaction to the text message would be like, finally moving on and healing and then boom! the trauma resurfaces and dick having the audacity to reach out while reader is having a breakdown, confused and scared for what'll happen next. sorry for filling up ur inbox!! i wrote a lot more than i thought oops take care of yourself and remember to takes breaks!!!! <3

reader when the self destructive impulses kicks in because of a family they have long gave up on finally started to notice them the moment they have moved on: 😧

no because dick grayson would infantilize you to the max. not in a "you're a toddler" way but rather he sees you as his innocent baby that he failed to guide and protect. he truly wants you to see him as the same person you view him as years ago, not wanting to be any less in the eyes of his baby bird <3

he'll admit that the things he's done is a shit move, constantly denying you when his entire schedule is flexible for the family but you.

so he should've expected to be blocked, but he just can't stomach it at all that his baby bird didn't even hesitate to cut him off in an instant! it just furthers his protective nature to a t and if it wasn't for damian suddenly appearing by the door, dick would've spiraled into insanity deeper.

what i mean by insanity is; he wouldn't sleep for days tracking you down, then he'll take you away from your wretched home and bring you back rightfully where you belong.

meanwhile, on the other side of gotham, you'd be on the verge of a panic attack, nearly splurging your guts out and trying to calm yourself with relaxation techniques. you quite literally couldn't walk straight without stumbling to the bathroom because holy shit imagine your brother whom you haven't nearly talked to for years suddenly called you! with cryptic messages no less that never implied your family's years of neglect towards you. i would be smashing my phone across the room, to be honest.

the moment he's turned a full yandere, damian would be really deep into the "blood is thicker than water" ideology when it comes to you. he'll apologize to you, glare plastered on his face and all, but compared to the others, his apology sounds so genuine yet condescending at the same time. you both are of the same blood, save for the fact that you share different mothers but that doesn't matter— he should be the favorite.

not dick, not jason, not tim, or anybody else for that matter. and he'll be shoving it in your face that he's the youngest so you should be obligated to baby him. and even if you dare make a point on how he had called you immature for your age multiple times, damian would find a way to guilt trip you and it would always fucking work. to avoid further spoilers, i wouldn't want to expand on his character traits but damian would be the worst type of pain in the ass, near the levels of dick.

[inconspicious-random-thoughts]

Broken staff

It more than likely been mentioned elsewhere but I want to talk about Alastor staff.

Vivienne mention the staff is part of his essence. Now it is split into two along with a deep gash from holy power across Alastor torso. He made sure to salvage the broken pieces before shadowing away.

I REALLY hope they do more angsty shit next season with this. Alastor power is severely weaken until he recuperates. That Alastor is covering this vulnerability from the others. Notice in that group hug, his obvious tattered clothes and gash is hidden and he back to his 'normal self' facade after his chilling and rattled part of the song. No one knows how Alastor battle went....except for the Vees. Dun Dun DUUUUUN.

I would love to watch Alastor trying to power play, manipulate and figure out his freedom. All the while hiding his weaken state. It frustrates Alastor greatly as healing seem agonizing slow. Because holy wounds heal slower or some BS like that. The hotel constantly rely on his powers that he would still provide and he continue to use his reserves to cover up his secret.

Husker was the first to notice something up. Be as observant and ability to read people, and just know Alastor. He catches the momently grimace is Alastor moved his torso wrong or an involuntary flinch, clutching his chest in pain. But Alastor recovers these moments quickly. It's in a blink of an eye type movements, that only Husker catches. It's all so obvious to Husker. The extra strain smile when Alastor performs magic. How exhausted from the exertion afterwards. Husker keeps a wary eye on him but doesn't say anything. We know what happen last time he brought up a touchy subject before.

Charlie was next to notice but it took a while. It took some obvious clues. Something like Alastor faceplants to the ground unconscious from over exhaustion after a more complicated spell. Or maybe some more dramatic...

The Vee's. They know Alastor took heavy hits. They will use that to their advantage. They possibly make a move against him and he unable to defend properly. Vox would be mocking loudly what he witness, revealing Alastor secret to the hotel. Naturally, Charlie would be hurt with a "Why didn't you tell us?" after a gasp.

I really hope they do something with it. It doesn't have to be a full season arc, they can probably even manage it in one episode as a focus with subtle clues from a few episode before it.

I be so annoyed Alastor bounce back like his fight with Adam never happened. I am a sucker of Alastor barely keeping it together and nearly losing his shit. HE. IS. BARELY.KEEPING.IT.TOGETHER. But he still keeping together...we haven't see him break yet. Can you imagine the weight of stress finally breaking him?

His staff (which is part of him) is splint in two. Just like how is internal conflicting dilemma of being powerful sociopath demon with a plan vs growing affections of the residence of hotel that complicates his plans.

All of his careful planning will go to shit, he will lose all control-He going to absolutely alone when he finally breaks down from losing control of everything and the audience will see him drop that smile.

He mention to Charlie that a smile is a way to keep control and that's when we see him drop his. As much he careful with control he doesn't even control his own soul.

Edit:

Omg, So when I originally wrote this, I knew staff was incorrect word I want to use but at the time I kept drawing a blank what to call it.

It's a cane

A cane is something be used to support themselves with, a crutch. And Alastors just splint in half. The thing that's also part of his essence and probably help channel/control his powers.

The angsty poetry is fucken delicious

~I am nearly foaming from the mouth from the thought!

[zeezelweazel]

honestly love anything you write but bottom! alexia is the best love it

Alexia Putellas| With all the time in the world|

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I'm definitely more of a tits gal but there's just something about how good Alexia's ass looks in the kit shorts I start foaming at the mouth every time I see her.

Part two of Wrong place, wrong time

TW: degradation, ass play, strap on use, overstimulation

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You always keep your promises, Alexia knows this. That's why she can't keep herself from squirming in her seat, she can't wait to go home and see just how you'll make good on your promise. She's already wet just from thinking about it.

You try not to smirk when you notice her constant squirming. You loved when Alexia got in this mood. You decide to tease her by calmy placing your hand on her thigh. Alexia sucks in a harsh breath and closes her eyes. That's not the kind of reaction that you were hoping for so you slowly trail your hand onwards in her inner thigh and squeeze.

Alexia whines and bites her lip, her legs instinctively closing and trapping your hand in place. You smirk when Alexia softly pleads for you when your hands tease her clothed slit. Suddenly you pull your hand away and Alexia looks at you with tears of frustration in her eyes. You don't pay her any mind as you continue driving. From the corner of your eyes you see Alexia moving one of her hands to rub her cunt through the layers of fabric.

"Move. Your. Hand."

Alexia gasps and you don't know if it's because of your assertive tone or how her hand grazed her clit. Alexia knows you only use that tone when you plan on being rough.

"I won't say it again Alexia."

She moves her hand away as if she's been burned and grips the seat tightly. By the time you're pulling in the drive way Alexia is panting like she's just played a full 90 minute match. You chucke at her eagerness and the way she almost run out of the car to open the front door.

You entered the house slowly, not bothering to keep up with Alexia's eagerness. You walked up the stairs to the bedroom and you were immediately pulled to the bed by Alexia. She was already naked, her nipples perked and her pussy soaked when she climbed on top of you.

"You're going from bad to worse today baby." You slowly start trailing your hands up her body while you talk, relishing in the way she shivers when the tips of your fingers graze her ribs.

"First you drag me away to fuck you in a crouded stadium and then" you pull on a tight nipple and Alexia yelps in surprise "we almost get caught."

She tries to grind down on you to get some friction but you grip her waist and keep her steady where she is. "And now you're not even waiting for my orders, jumping on me like a fucking slut."

Alexia is looking down at her thighs with flushed cheeks. You slap her ass hard making the captain jolt and moan loudly. Alexia finally looks at you with unshead tears glossing her eyes as you roughly play with the soft fless of her ass. She starts rubbing her thighs together desperate for any kind of friction.

When one of your hands drops a little lower and lightly teases the tight ring of her asshole Alexia whines and drops her weight forward. You kept moving your hands careful not to give her what she wants just yet, instead you focus on her sweet pants and moans echoing right next to your ear.

"Y/N..."

You grin when you hear Alexia call for you desperately but you didn't change the way your hands moved. You kept kneeding away at her plump ass and you moved your head so you can suck bruises on her neck. Alexia was dripping wet and pathetically pleading you to touch her but you were busy trying to mark every inch of her beautiful taned skin.

"I'm sorry. Y/N, I'm sorry, I-I promise I won't do it again. Please just fuck me!"

You hummed low in your throat and moved closer to her ear. You bite her ear lobe and she whimpers making you slyly smirk.

"You want to get fucked, is that right you whore?"

Alexia sobbed at your words and nodded quickly.

"Please! I want your mouth, your fingers, anything!"

Suddenly you lifted her off you and pushed her down on the bed. Alexia watched with hungry eyes as you moved to your closet to grab your favourite strap on. She resisted the urge to touch herself while she watched you put the harness on. You confidently walked to the bed and Alexia gulped, looking up to meet your hard stare.

"Turn around, ass up."

Alexia does as you told her, as quickly as humanly possible. You take in a sharp breath when she raises her ass and you finally see her dripping pussy, her hole clenching around nothing and her clit throbbing. You drag the fake cock along her slit, gathering as much of her juices as you can before playfully bumping her clit with the head of the strap on. Alexia's knees almost give out at the sudden contact and you chuckle quietly at her pathetic state. Without wasting any more time you push the head against her hole and watch as Alexia greedily sucks you in deeper. The captain drops her head on the mattress as she tries fo muffle her loud cries of pleasure.

You thread a hand through her hair and pull back roughly against the blonde locks raising Alexia's head.

"Don't try to be quiet, we both know that's a lost cause, you're too much of a slut to keep your mouth shut."

Alexia whimpers at your words. You decide you've waited enough so in one rough thrust you push the sntire length inside her. Alexia moans loudly, her back arching and pushing her ass further into your hips. You didn't give Alexia any time to recover before you started pounding roughly into her, your hand gripping her waist so hard it will certainly bruise. Alexia is crying out every time you hit her sweet spot her thighs shaking and hands gripping the sheets tightly. Your hand leaves her hair and spanks her ass and Alexia's knees give out from the blinding pleasure. You grip her thighs and use them as leverage to fuck Alexia into the mattress.

"Fuck, I'm close!"

You grin widely and bring your hand under Alexia's body to rub at her clit and the captain screams in pleasure. Soon her thighs shake violently and Alexia is left panting on the bed but you don't stop the brutal pace you've set up. Alexia whines softly and tries to move further up the bed to avoid the overwhelming pleasure but she fails because your strong hand is still holding her in place.

"What, I thought you wanted to get fucked."

Alexia whimpers and shakes her head as a second orgasm approaches.

"S' too much. Y/N... please I can't."

Instead of paying Alexia any mind you put one of your legs up on the bed and use the new position to fuck into her with more strength. One of your hands comes down on her ass again and soon Alexia is shaking from the blinding pleasure.

"Oh so now you can't, huh? A few minutes ago you were willing to let the whole team fuck you."

Alexia whines at the reminder of just how much she wanted you to fuck her but she doesn't have time to dwell on it because she's coming a second time and she sees white.

When Alexia opens her eyes she's lying next to you on the bed all fresh and clean while you're rubbing soft circles on her back. Alexia goes to move but she's so sore she winced in pain. You smile and place a soft kiss on her head.

"I always keep my promises don't I, love?"

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[just-jordie-things]

sorry if your not allowed to like combine them but 26+54 on the kids prompt w toge inumaki??? if we can’t combine them just 26🙃🙃

26: Jealous Kiss 54: Against a Locker Kiss ___

you knew how toge felt about kamo noritoshi. that's probably what troubled him the most now, seeing the pair of you talking liek you were old friends.

because in fact, just last night before the kyoto students had arrived, you and toge both dreaded having to deal with that elitist prick. you even gossiped and giggled about how he'd likely never find a wife- which had turned into a series of kisses and whispers about how much you loved one another.

(well, it was more of you whispering sweet nothings while he praised you with an excited, "salmon, salmon!")

if anyone were looking, they'd see the bitter scowl on toge's face. his brows were furrowed, eyes locked on the odd looking pair that was you and noritoshi, and his entire body was rigid, like he'd been holding his breath since he'd caught sight of you. (he kind of had been)

i mean, what you could you even be talking about? what was so interesting that you would throw your head back and laugh? and why was he staring at you so intently? yes, you were the most beautiful thing that toge had ever seen, but no he did not want the likes of kamo noritoshi to be basking in your glow!

it's maki who notices toge's distance and bitter demeanor first. he'd been involved in a conversation of strategy with her, panda, and the first years, but from her peripheral vision she'd seen that he had completely turned away. she follows his gaze to see what could be bothering him so much, and she has to admit, seeing you talking with noritoshi in the hallway kind of sets her off, too.

"yikes," maki sucks in a sharp breath as she mutters. "that's weird"

"ikura" toge curses from beside her.

she scoffs, shaking her head at him before looking back out at you. she'd never thought there'd be a chance you gave noritoshi the time of day, much less your one on one, undivided attention. yet there you were, looking rather engaged in conversation, right in plain sight of your boyfriend.

your boyfriend, who maki now realizes, is practically vibrating with jealousy. if he didn't have his collar up, she thinks he could be foaming at the mouth. she winces, taking a modest step back.

megumi is cut off mid sentence when the cursed speech user finally spins around on his heel and stomps his way out of the classroom, the door sliding shut behind him with a rattle. the room remains silent at the out-of-character display of rage, until maki gestures her head to the window.

everyone's scrambling suddenly to watch with wide eyes and gasps when they see where you'd been all this time. no one says anything when toge comes around the corner and into your view. your conversation with noritoshi seems to end as soon as he's made himself present.

"ten bucks he beats him up" nobara mutters.

"you're on" panda reaches his paw out to shake on the bet.

sure enough, once toge is close enough, he's shoving noritoshi by the shoulder, not hard enough that it looks like he's going to take a proper swing, but the blood manipulation user stumbles on his footing and knocks into the wall of lockers behind him.

panda and nobara begin to argue on whether or not that constitutes being beat up, and megumi makes an effort to return the group's focus to their strategy.

they miss the way toge's hand snatches your wrist and he's dragging you down the hall, turning a corner to be out of sight from your peers- whom he'd known had been watching the whole altercation.

"what was that about?" you ask him, bewildered, as your feet awkwardly shuffle to keep up with his pace.

with his free hand, toge unzips his collar so you can see just how displeased he is. your eyes go wide in shock before your brows are pinching together in worry.

"toge, what's wrong?" you pull your hand out of his hold as though to reach out to him, but he's grabbing it again, and this time pining it to the locker behind you so you can't pull away again.

it's then that you realize he's got you caged in, and he almost looks... pissed. but you can't think of what you could've done to upset him this much. you hadn't even been with him, you'd been talking with-

...oh.

you can't help the amused smile that curls on your lips as your eyes flicker between his. they're dark and stormy, glaring down at you with as much contempt as he can manage- it is hard, seeing as it's you after all.

"don't tell me you're jealous" you tilt your head at him.

toge's lips fall to a frown. he wants to argue with you, tell you he's not jealous, he just didn't want you consorting with the likes of noritoshi, but even if he could speak the words they wouldn't have been convincing in the slightest.

so instead he pushes forward, his chest hitting yours and your back hitting the metal behind you, and just as quickly his lips slam against yours in a rough, open-mouthed kiss.

you could laugh and tease him, tell him that jealousy looks good on him even when it was unwarranted, but his kiss holds so much fervor that you find yourself melting like putty in his hands. your free hand reaches out towards his collar in a pitiful attempt to yank him closer to you- as if that wre possible- but his reflexes are faster, and he had that wrist pinned beside your head as well. toge made it very clear that he was in charge and he would decide when you deserved to be free of this punishment.

(to be honest, you were happy to accept said punishment)

when he did pull away, his lips dragged over yours with a shaky exhale, like he had finally let go of his anger. you tilted your head at him as your eyes met, and he let your hands go.

you rested them against his chest, smoothing out the wrinkles in his uniform, before meeting his gaze again.

"for the record," you hummed, "noritoshi was trying to talk shit. so i was happily telling him that even without yuuta we were going to kcik kyoto's asses so hard they'd cry all the way back to their school,"

toge huffs, looking down at you with an almost embarrassed look on his face. but you giggled as your lips curled into a grin.

you leaned on the tips of your toes so you could whisper in his ear, "but if you want to kiss me like that again when he's around to prove a point, i won't complain" effectively making the tips of his ears go red. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

[daydreams-after-dark]

Hellaurr

I had a very interesting dream plz I'm desperate for Minho to facefuck me so so so so rough plz I'm literally foaming in the mouth for his cum (desperate ass call for desperate measures 🤣🤣🤣)

(with lots of degrading plz)

Hehe if ur comfortable could you make it a male!reader? If not it's fine hehe just make it gn or fem, heheheheheheh tysm 🎉✨💅

I was so excited when this ask hit my inbox. Thank you @chuuchuu1224 for sending me my first ever request for a male!reader 😘

I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, and it was so fucking hot in my head, but now I’m about to post it I’m a little nervous. As much as I love writing from a guys perspective (usually skz member’s perspective with fem!reader), I’m not a guy. So I’m never going to truly know the experience. I hope I did ok 🫣

To my female readers: I really hope you give this a read because I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it if you generally enjoy my work. Minho face fucking is a need.

Lastly, degradation is a challenge for me (I’m a praise baby, but I love reading degradation). I’m sorry if it’s not degrading enough 😬.

CW basically everything in the ask 👆

‼️⚠️As always MDNI⚠️‼️

You watched Minho perform every single week at the local theatre. Saying he was your favourite dancer was an understatement. You were well and truly obsessed with him. Your eyes would be glued on his incredible physique from start to finish, not even noticing the other performers.

Minho was everything. Strong and controlled. Fluid and graceful. He had an expression of disdain one minute, a cute flirty glimmer in his eyes the next. And the way he rolled his hips whilst looking down at himself? Well, that always got you leaking, right there in the theatre.

Every week, you'd grow hard in your pants while sitting in the audience, hoping the person who sat next to you didn't see the boner your were sporting.

You'd think about him all the way home, and more often than not, you had to fuck into your hand before you even made it into the house. You always made sure to keep a packet of tissues in the glovebox of your car.

Tonight, Minho's performance had you hornier than usual, and you made an executive decision to go find the bathrooms to alleviate your situation, before anyone had a chance to see the state you were in.

"Y/n? That is your name, right?" A voice stopped you just as you were about to walk into the bathroom. Startled, and a little panicked, you turned to the person speaking to you.

Minho. Fuck. Your hands quickly tried to hide the bulge in your pants.

Minho's eyes followed your hands to your crotch. "hmph." he grunted and raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yes...that's me." you smiled sheepishly whilst dying inside.

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"I've seen you here before, y/n." Minho said as he stripped the last of your clothes off your body. "Many times, in fact."

You were laying completely naked on a huge couch in a back room of the theatre. You gripped your cock as you watched Minho casually undress himself, tossing the garments to the floor. "Do you come to watch me?" he turned and smirked at you, before his eyes dropped to where you held yourself. “Tsk tsk. I didn’t say you could touch yourself now did I?”

You immediately released your cock, letting it lay against your lower abs, and swallowed hard in anticipation. What was Minho going to do to you?

“I see your pretty little face in the audience. Every. Single. Week.” He sauntered towards you and ran his hand up your leg, then your torso, causing you to tremble. “Watching me with that slutty mouth hung open.” He cupped your chin. “And you know what I wonder to myself every time I see you?”

Your eyes grew wide as they stared up at the man you’d admired from afar for so long.

“What that mouth would look like choking on my cock?”

You groaned and closed your eyes, your dick hardening even more.

“Hmm.” Minho stroked your cheek. “You like the idea of my cock rammed down your throat.” He forced your mouth open, shoving two fingers inside. You moaned again and sucked on his fingers, showing him what a good, obedient boy you could be.

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, dragging your saliva all over your chin.

Minho moved to grab your legs and pulled you further down the length of the couch, then climbed over you to straddle your chest. His magnificent dancer’s thighs pressed down on your chest, and his delicious, mouthwatering cock, was mere inches from your face.

“Beg me for it.” He said coldly, gripping his cock with one hand and a fistful of your hair in the other.

Your eyes started to water at the desperation you felt. You wanted him so bad you’d do anything to have him just use you. Use you for his pleasure and discard you when he was done. You’d thank him for it.

“Pl-please… Minho… need…your cock. Need your cum.” You whined.

Minho rubbed the head of his cock along your lower lip, swiping precum on it like it was lip gloss. You started to wriggle, you needed him to put it inside you now!

“Use me… please…I wanna be your cockslut.” You sobbed. Minho kept rubbing the tip of his cock along the edge of your mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you good? Destroy your throat, hmm?”

You nodded desperately.

“Okay. If you think you can take it. Open.” He demanded, and you complied instantly. “No touching yourself or me.”

He pushed his cock deep into your mouth and hissed as it passed over your tongue.

“That’s it.. take it down…Such a fucking slut. Yes. Open wider.” He pulled out halfway and thrust his hips to push himself in further.

You couldn’t breathe. He filled your mouth so good. He tasted like soap and sweat. His skin so velvety and smooth, and the way the veins felt along you tongue did things to your insides.

Minho fucked into your mouth furiously, hitting the back of your throat every single time. Your eyes watered and you hoped with everything you had that you didn’t gag.

“You’re taking this a little too well.” Grunted Minho. With the hand that was gripping your hair, he pushed the back of your head into the couch, and angled his hips to push his cock in until your lips were wrapped around the base. The tip squeezed past your throat, making you gag with a gurgling sound, and your face turn red.

“Finally choking on it properly now.” He slapped your cheek, and fucking you harder still.

You were pinned under his strong legs, unable to escape - not that you wanted to. Your legs started moving about, and your hips began to jutt against thin air. You wanted some friction, but your poor cock had to just lay there, swollen and neglected.

Your hand came up to rest on Minho’s thighs. That was a big mistake.

Minho paused, still lodged deep in your mouth. “What did I say, slut? Take your filthy hands off me.” He said through gritted teeth.

You whimpered around his cock as you removed your hands.

Minho sighed and looked up to the ceiling, before looking back down at your fucked out face. “What am I going to do with you?” He asked himself.

He pulled out of your mouth and climbed off you. Your eyes widened. “No… please! Minho… I can be good… I wanna be good… please… need you..”

Minho simply ignored you and moved around behind your head to drag you so your head was hanging off the edge of the couch arm. Then he disappeared momentarily, returning with a soft belt from a bath robe.

“Little boys that misbehave must be punished. Don’t you think?” He said tying your hands together, then moving back to wear your head hung.

“Open wide little cockslut.” He said in the most condescending tone you’d ever heard. Of course you obliged, opening as wide as you could.

You knew he wasn’t going to be gentle. His cock pushed past your tongue and deep into your throat, until he was all the way in. The more you struggled and the more you gagged, the harder his cock became, and the further down your throat he forced himself.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted to choke on it.” He growled as your lips pressed against his pelvis. “I’m gonna be real nice and give you exactly what you want. I’m gonna make you fuckin’ choke.” His hand came to your throat and pressed around where his cock was stretching you open.

“Fuck…so tight…shit…fuck.” He hissed, slamming himself into you brutally.

You had no choice but to gladly take it.

“So fucking pathetic, with your leaking cock. Bet you’re gonna cum untouched… so desperate… so fucking pathetic.”

You whimpered, moaned, thrashed around as Minho held your head in place with his cock and his hands. “That’s it. Take it like the desperate little cockslut you are.”

Your neglected cock was well and truly leaking, tears were streaming from your eyes, and your mouth was dribbling messily. Yet you needed more.

You needed Minho’s cum. You wanted him to completely fucking ruin you. Just the thought of tasting his cum had you on the edge of your own orgasm, and your demise came when you opened your eyes to get the perfect view of Minho’s ass. Your cries were muffled as the coil inside you snapped and you felt ropes of your own cum land on your stomach as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami.

“So pathetic.” Grunted Minho when he saw you make a mess on yourself, then he was filling you up. “Drink it up… That’s it… Like a good little cockslut.” He panted as spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, then he pulled out to paint your face with the reminder of his seed.

“Fuck!” He growled throwing his head back as he allowed himself to calm down.

You tried to catch your breath whilst trying to desperately lick as much cum from around your face as possible. You didn’t want to waste a drop.

Minho began to redress, raking his eyes over you as he pulled his sweats up. You thought he was going to just leave you there, naked and used. If you were honest with yourself you were thrilled with that thought.

Unexpectedly, Minho knelt beside you with a towel, wiping you up and untying you.

Then he did something more unexpected.

He took you in a deep kiss.

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[jq37]

Would it be possible for you to briefly outline the gist of the Bad Kid’s relationships to each other in terms of individual pairs (i.e. Fig and Kristen, Riz and Fabian, Adaine and Gorgug, etc)? And if that’s too much, maybe specifically the Fig ones (I’m trying to get a sense of her friendships because they are so important to her).

This is SOOOOO late but I didn't have the time to write it when you sent it and then I figured I might as well wait till the end of the season to get a full picture and give the best answer. Hope it was worth the wait!

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Fig and Fabian: Fig and Fabian are the two that most closely fit the classic "cool kid" archetype (though obviously we know Fig is mainly a big sweetheart and Fabian is a loser no matter how high he rolls). As far back as S1 they were playing the party faces and schmoozing Penelope together. I think their friendship now is exemplified by the fact that when Fabian wanted to threaten his banker, Fig was there as his first mate to help out, no questions asked and no payment required. They're each others, "I can count on you to do this bullshit with me," friends.

Fig and Riz: I think Fig knows she doesn't necessarily have as much in common with Riz naturally as she does with some of her other friends but she obviously respects and deeply cares for him. The main reason she started taking her classes seriously Junior Year is because the whole party passing together was really stressing him out and she spent some of her very limited downtime sending Riz a, "Thinking of you" not to lift his spirits (though she signed it from Gorgug because she can't help being chaotic). Similarly, I think Riz obviously cares a ton for Fig even though he finds 70% of what she does crazy. Think about him following behind her to clean things up as she pretended to be a doctor and had to do surgery in Freshman Year. But I think she's helped him lean into his chaotic side a bit more as well--I always think about their side mission to hell in Soph year and her going, "Hiss at her litigator!" And at the end of Junior Year, he comes to the conclusion of, "I gotta let her do her own thing and not pressure her to live by my standards." So lots of mutual respect.

Fig and Gorgug: Fig and Gorgug have been besties and bandmates since Freshman Year. I've always had the sense that Fig has some big sister style protective feelings towards Gorgug since he's often the gentle giant of the group and this season, she hyped him up a ton with his Barbificer stuff. I would argue that, besides his parents, Fig is Gorgug's biggest cheerleader.

Fig and Adaine: Fig ALSO has sister energy with Adaine but it's less "protective older sister" and more "odd couple playfully clashing". Think them burning spellslots to fight for the best rooms in Mordred in Soph year and Adaine foaming at the mouth to get info about her crush on Ayda. They're living under the same roof so we have to assume they have a lot more interactions that we don't see and I feel like Adaine probably really enjoys that she gets to have closer to a normal sibling relationship with Fig since her blood sister is Aelwyn and that relationship is intense and meaningful but nothing approaching normal. The teasing is there but so is the genuine love--remember how devastated Fig was when Adaine was taken to Falinel in Soph year despite their best efforts? And her long hug during the Baron fight this season even though they were VERY MUCH on the clock. And Fig was Wingwomaning hard (along with the rest of the Bad Kids) to help her notice Oisin. Also think about Fig having a whole crisis of self during The Last Stand and turning to Adaine for reassurance and Adaine just going, what? Girl, no you're awesome and painting an arcane bullseye on her target so she could smite like crazy. Despite the playful ribbing, they have very supportive sister energy. "Absolutely my king, whatever you want."

Fig and Kristen: I think Fig and Kristen have two big things is common. One is they're both very chaotic people and the other is they have both gone through kind of intense rebellious periods spurred by or resulting in family trauma. Because of that, I think they likely get each other a bit better than the others might (and we can see that Fig followed in Kristen's footsteps a ton this season god-wise). Fig also decided to take on the protective, German Shepherd role over Kristen this past season which I think is partially for the bit, partially about personal development, and partially about just how much she genuinely wants to help protect Kristen.

Fabian and Riz: Classic jock/nerd friendship. The original Bardy Boys. The kind of friendship that is made special by the absolute lack of obvious commonality between the two parties. "The Ball" is a friendly nickname now. Oh how the turns have tabled.

Fabian and Gorgug: Fabian started out the series by attacking Gorgug for no good reason while he was being gifted a tin flower and midway through this season he was like Gorgug, you're quitting Bloodrush? I'm gonna miss you :(((((( even though they're still fully in a party together and spend so much time together. The bro energy has completely solidified. It's also funny that Fabian texted Gorgug like, "Congrats on making it with Mary Ann!" and Gorgug was like, "You do know I've had sex before, right? I come from an extremely sex positive household and I had a steady girlfriend for two years who also came from an extremely sex positive household." Fabian has all the aesthetics of a cool kid but Gorgug is actually about that life, lol.

Fabian and Adaine: This is another pair that I think has serious sibling energy (and not just bc they both have posh high elf backgrounds). I'm thinking about Fabian yelling for Adaine's help during The Last Stand (even though she was like why am I the one you're calling for help right now???). I'm also thinking about Adaine being like Fabian hit me :( during the Baron encounter and Fabian being outraged at the thought that he would ever hit her. I think if you asked Fabian, he'd say his best friends are Riz and Adaine (which is really funny considering they're the nerds of the group).

Fabian and Kristen: Bad decision buddies with no game who are still somehow getting their kisses in.

Riz and Gorgug: I think that Riz was one of the Bad Kids who realized how smart Gorgug really is the fastest. He's always like, "Nice one Gorgug," when he offhandedly comes up with a connection that helps solve the mystery and I feel like they have to work on gear and gadgets together. I think the fact that Riz believed Fig's lie that Gorgug wrote him the encouraging note says a lot and the fact that Gorgug immediately made him a real present (the Medal of Wit) also says a lot.

Riz and Adaine: Party nerds, investigation buddies, voices of reason with specific things that get them unreasonably angry. They are the only ones who were excited that there was an academic portion of The Last Stand. Riz made Adaine a folder with nothing in it at the beginning of Junior Year to say, "I'm not worried about you but I want you to be included anyway." Adaine in a conversation to I don't remember who said that she knows that at the very least she and Riz are going to college together. When everyone was wasting questions questioning Bakur, Riz told everyone to shut up except for Adaine and himself. They are the braincells of the operation and they have party nerd solidarity.

Riz and Kristen: I think Riz has a similar relationship to Kristen that he does to Fig. This season he was her right hand man with campaign stuff but ended the season like hey, do you. I don't want to put pressure on you. And Kristen in turn I think appreciated his efforts a bit more by the end of the season. I feel like it's easy to feel like their relationship is unbalanced but I think Riz is a lot like his dad and he not only feels weird when he's not working but also shows his love by working so it's more symbiotic than it may seem at surface level.

Gorgug and Adaine: Gorgug and Adaine don't interact the most, but I feel in my heart that they have a lot of chill, lo-fi study time together. This is me extrapolating a bit but I think they kind of inherently balance each other out. Gorgug being mechanically big and full of rage but really sweet. Adaine being small and polite but full of so much rage. In-universe you know she spends a ton of time standing directly behind him and casting spells while he soaks damage. That's gotta give you a special kind of camaraderie.

Gorgug and Kristen: Whenever I think about Gorgug and Kristen, I always picture them in Sophomore Year, Going Through It with their girlfriends at the same time, lol.

Adaine and Kristen: I think Adaine and Kristen's whole relationship is best summed up by three actions. (1) Adaine casting Friends on her to make her go to school so she won't fail and then Kristen giving her the Help action to be charmed. (2) Kristen making the effort to be mean-nice to Aelwyn because presumably Adaine told her she likes that better. (3) K2 being sent way and Kristen being like, "I did enjoy having a sister" and Adaine immediately going, "I'm your sister." (Which, from her history, you know isn't something she'd say lightly). I think Adaine is often exasperated by the insane shit Kristen does (see eg: ribbon dancing) but she was also right there hyping her up and helping her cover during the "Passed the test to give me new spells" fiasco at the food trucks. At the end of the day, Kristen respects the hell out of Adaine and Adaine is ride or die for Kristen.

[theonemeathead]

Sniper x Reader, "Quick Trip"

a sniper x reader smutfic! tw for afab anatomy, the implications of the word 'sheila'. enjoy!

August. One of the hottest months of the year, not to mention it was the hottest day in New Mexico yet. A ceasefire had been called until further notice, the temperature being down right deadly. There was no shade for miles, within the border of the Badlands.

Which just so happened to be where you lived. Your residence, currently, was Teufort's RED base. You had been on base for a couple of years now, you got along with everyone well enough; Some more than others.

Which leads you to the current situation.

You see, Sniper was about to leave on a joint-contract with Scout; Somewhere not nearly as blazing hot. And he was going to be gone for almost two weeks. Clearly, this didn't bode well with you as you stood, with crossed arms, in front of him. You had been begging him all day to let you tag along, but he refused, insistently.

"Mundy, this isn't fair! The AC in the base is broken, you gotta—!"

"I said no, sheila," he cut you off, his tone stern. Of course, you didn't take well to being talked over, especially by your boyfriend. You furrowed your brow, opening your mouth to speak, when you were interrupted, yet again.

"Sick! Ya coming with us?" Ah, Scout. His Boston accent never failed to amuse you, especially with the mischievous glint in his eyes whenever he spoke. He smiled wide, hopeful that you could maybe make the car ride a little less dull. Sniper usually wasn't one for small talk, you were lucky if you could even get a head nod out of him.

"No." "Yes!"

You and Sniper said in unison, he shot you a nasty side eye from behind his aviators. You never understood how Sniper was able to take the heat so easily. He was still wearing his full uniform, boots and all. You had half a mind not to strip naked with how unbearable the temperature was. However, still somewhat sane, decided against that and listened to your better judgement for once.

"Aw, c'mon, Snipes, let 'em tag along! At least they talk," Scout tried to reason, taking your side. Sniper sighed dramatically, grumbling something you couldn't quite understand. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at you.

"You're both insufferable. Get in." Your eyes lit up immediately. You had gotten your way, per usual. You clambered into the vehicle, sitting directly in the middle between the other two mercenaries. The black leather seats had definitely seen their fair share of wear and tear, various holes burned from dropped cigarettes, some exposed, yellow foam from the peeling material... But Sniper loved his van. In between your legs was the comically long stick-shift. The handle was slightly chipped away and the design faded from being used so often. Sniper refused to drive anything but manual, because it's 'the right way' he said. With a loud sigh, Sniper had pulled himself in on the driver's side, buckling his seat belt in one swift motion. He clicked the key forward in the ignition, the camper sputtering to life. It was definitely old and in desperate need of repair. The bushman reached forward for the gearshift, his rough hands accidentally brushing the top of your knee as he put the car into 1st gear. Normally, gestures such as this didn't get to you. But, something felt off about it this time.

The first 10 minutes of the car ride turned out to be a bust. Sniper was too focused on the road and Scout was knocked out, cold. The only sound was the distant crackling of the radio and the soft snores from your teammate. You had one exciting moment when Sniper went to shift to 3rd, his hand grazing your leg yet again. You shot him a quick glance, unsure if it was on purpose on not. Sniper wasn't one to tease. You leaned forward with a sigh, slightly turning the dial on the radio to the right. It was set on a classic rock station currently playing a song by Men At Work. You didn't know much about the band, besides the fact Sniper really liked them.

"I love this song." Sniper's gruff voice had come out slightly whispery. You squirmed a little in your seat. Did he always have this affect on you? His Aussie accent had rang through you ears. It was such a simple string of words, but coupled with the fleeting touches, it was... different. About an hour and a half into the car ride, Sniper made the executive decision to stop at a gas station a couple miles up the road. With Scout still asleep, Sniper pulled up to the pump, slamming the breaks to scare the sleeping Bostonion awake. With an abrupt 'oof', Scout was up and ready to fight immediately.

"What—! What is it?! What happened, are we dead??" He yelped, looking around frantically. Scout paused, huffing when he saw that you were all just in park. "You guys are freakin' assholes, I'm gonna go take a leak."

With the 3 of you filing out of Sniper's front seat, you watched as Scout stretched and walked towards the gas station itself. Behind you, Sniper had already unscrewed the gas cap, removing the nozzle and forcing it into the tank. With a simple 'click', diesel fluid immediately began pouring out. Sniper stared at it for a second before abruptly pulling on the handle of the side door of the van, exposing the inside to you. Confused, you looked up at him.

"I told ya I didn't want you coming on this trip, roo." His tone was dark, almost sadistic. Your brows pinned up, a bit of fear beginning to creep through your system. Sniper never took a tone with you. He turned to you, his eyes hidden behind his yellow-tinted aviators. You swallowed thickly, afraid of what was next. "Come here."

You obeyed, stepping closer to him timidly. Immediately, you were manhandled, almost thrown into the back of his camper van. You stared in surprise, yelping as he slammed the door closed behind the both of you. You didn't have time to react before he was on you, his mouth meeting yours. The kiss wasn't pretty or experienced as his teeth clacked against yours, his lips bruising and hungry. He must've been pent up, watching you flaunt yourself around in that low-cut tanktop and those too-short shorts. Just as fast as he had started, he had pulled away. The marksman looked you up and down, as if you were nothing but prey.

"This is the entire reason I didnt want'cha to come, darl'. Just can't keep my bloody hands off ya."

A flash of red was all you saw before you were flipped onto your stomach, Sniper using his long limbs to entangle your arms behind your back. He had you like a wrangled animal, trapped and helpless. He grunted quietly, cursing under his breath as he kept you pinned with one arm. He used his one free hand and made quick work of your bottoms, sliding them, along with your underwear, down to rest just below your ass. You jolted at the feeling of his caloused hand immediately delving into your folds, as if to relax you. A low whimper left your throat, the feeling of his long, thick fingers tracing themselves inside of you, curling to hit the right spot.

You didn't have much time, however, and Sniper knew this. He retracted his fingers, sucking whatever juices was on them off. The clinking of a belt, along with shuffling fabric excited you further. Although you couldn't look back, you could feel him start to guide his long length towards your aching hole. He slid into you, slowly. Sniper wasn't thick per se, but he was definitely long. The head of his cock practically kissed your insides in all the right places. With how wet you were, you didn't need much time to accommodate his size. Snapping his hips into your ass, you could feel every drag of his cock, every pulse and vein. His pace started off bruising, the hand keeping you pinned down began leaving crescent-shaped indents from his fingernails.

There was something primal about this. The heat had burned extra hot that day, and so did your lover, it seemed. He reached his free hand under you, beginning to rub sloppy circles on your clit. Shortly after, you eyes had screwed shut, a line of drool beginning to leak from your mouth. The campervan had rocked slightly with each thrust, your pants and pleas falling upon deaf ears as Sniper used your body. It wasn't long until you tried to warn him, maybe a little too late.

"Mick, I—!" Before you could continue, you had came, your own moan cutting you off. Sniper had a sick, twisted smile, letting go of your arms to focus fully on grabbing your hips. He had started slamming your overstimulated, quivering cunt back into him. It sent shocks through your body, the pleasure quickly turning to pain as it became too much

"Fuck, I love ya, roo. I'm gonna fill ya right up, make ya mine." His thrusts grew erratic, almost sloppy, as a string of curses and praise left his lips as he hilted himself fully inside of you. You heard a small groan, followed by some deep breaths as Sniper came inside of you. With a groan, he pulled out, his cock growing softer by the second. He yanked his pants up, buckling his belt back with extreme ease and skill. There was no time for aftercare. He helped you slide your clothes back up, your trembling thighs sending delight through him. He picked his slouch hat up from off the ground, dusting it off. He held a crooked smile as he placed it atop your head, the hat much too big for you. He had finished pumping gas, screwing the cap back on before leaning against the front of his Chevy.

"Where's Scout?"

"I paid him $20 to piss off somewhere for like half an hour. He'll be back soon, love."

[dotster001]

Day Nine: Scientific

Summary:Floyd Leech xgn!reader. Jade has caught something fascinating at the institute he works in

CW: Jade's a shady researcher, Jade wants to have a human bred in captivity, Jade's sort of Yan, haven't decided if Floyd is yet, but if I decide to continue this I'll decide later

A/N: I have read a lot of fics where we're the researcher studying the Octotrio. This is the reverse of that 😂

Chapters Two Three

October 2023 Masterlist

Jade had not been home the last several nights. He was the head researcher at the Triton Institute, which meant that there were times that he would get absorbed in a project, and just forget to stop.

Floyd didn't care. As long as Jade kept himself alive, he could do whatever he wanted. But their parents cared. Which meant Floyd now had to go to the stuffy institute and drag his twin back home.

He knew the way by now. And Floyd's suspicious line of work meant all of Jade's workers left him alone whenever he visited. So after scaring the poor secretary, he made his way to the lab Jade was currently in. 

When he swam in, the lighting was dark, even for the depths of the ocean. And warm. Very warm. If one could sweat underwater, Floyd would be sweating.

Jade, however, was nowhere to be seen. So Floyd, left to his own devices, decided to try and find this project that was supposedly so important.

The dim lighting made it difficult, but eventually he found a clipboard in Jade's handwriting.

Subject cannot withstand cold temperatures. I'll have to put them to sleep again so I can get a warmer installed.

Subject has fallen into what appears to be a state of despair. They no longer try to bite their handlers, but they refuse to eat. They lay down and don't move for hours.

Subject injured themselves today with their eating utensils. It seems to be an accident this time, but they got an odd look in their eyes. Closer supervision must be placed on them.

Subject continues to remain listless. All attempts at enrichment are refused. 

Handlers have reported nothing but silence from the subject. Subject is giving nothing. 

Subject knows my face. They moved for the first time in days when I looked in on the enclosure. Tried to hide in the corner.  Perhaps we'll be able to play together.

There were more pages, but Floyd got bored. He set down the clipboard, and made his way further into the lab, accidentally running himself straight into glass.

He shook off the pain, and growled, before staring at the offending glass. Only to notice a smudge on the other side. A shivering smudge. He looked closer, pressing his face to the glass, and the smudge lifted its head.

He gasped in shock. A human? How did Jade get a human? The only other institute to have caught one, lost theirs 50 years ago. He'd only ever seen one in the photos from that researcher's book.

He'd thought, at the time, that humans were gross. Dirty, foaming at the mouth, with an extra set of limbs that were useless.

But you? You were clean, tired looking, but clean. And pretty. Your e/c eyes glittered, and your hair floated in the surrounding waters with an ethereal grace. On you, he didn't mind the extra set of limbs. If anything, they suited you. He wanted to touch them. What would your "legs" feel like? Would they be squishy like Azul's tentacles? Would they be like his and Jade's tails? Firm and lined with muscle?

Your eyes glittered in fear for a moment, as they scanned Floyd. You stiffened, and then seemed to find what you were looking for (or weren't looking for) and you relaxed a little.

He waved at you, and you hesitantly waved back.he grinned and pressed a hand to the glass, looking between it and you insistently.

You tilted your head, thinking, then crawled over, and pressed your own hand to his.

He giggled in excitement, and you smiled.

Then the fear returned to your eyes as you opened your mouth and released a high pitched sound that came from deep in your throat. 

He didn't understand the sound, but he could recognize a sound of distress no matter the language.

You hurried back to your corner, and Floyd couldn't help the pout that covered his face.

"So, you like my brother. I'm hurt. We have the exact same face, you know," he heard Jade say behind him.

He turned to Jade just in time to see him toss a shrimp into his mouth.

"I can't wait to study the footage later. Would you like a job, Floyd?" He hummed. Though Jade said it pleasantly, he could feel the jealousy wafting off of Jade.

"Nah, sounds boring. I'm just here cause Mom and Pop said it's time to come home and take a nap."

Jade groaned, and set down his lunch, before picking up the clipboard Floyd had discarded.

"As you can see, I am very busy. It's not every day we get access to a human."

"You know I have to bring you home, whatever means necessary?"

"And you know I will fight."

Floyd groaned, and sat himself on one of the desks, turning to look at you. You were tense again, and watching the "calm" discussion between brothers with a palpable fear in your eyes.

When you noticed him watching, you buried your head in your knees again. 

"It's so tiny?" He observed. Even though you were curled up, there was no way you would be big enough to survive down here. Anything under six and a half feet might as well just surrender immediately.

"Yes. I'm starting to suspect this may be normal though, and that the other human was an outlier," Jade hummed as he jotted another note down. He paused thoughtfully. "actually, I believe they were an outlier in every way, and this is what a normal human looks and sounds like. I have a team trying to get me a second one to prove it, though. Hopefully one that we can use to try and breed a new human with!"

He seemed excited about that last bit. Floyd was not.

"If the human is already scared of you, wouldn't fighting me, so you didn't have to go home, make it worse," Floyd deadpanned.

Jade frowned, and looked up from his clipboard, staring at you.

"Fine," he muttered, "but I'll bring your head back with me if I find out I missed something."

….

It was a week before he heard from Jade again.

He had expected the next time to be when his parents had sent him to collect him again, but he came home from work to see Jade sitting on his couch, paperwork in his hand.

"I want to offer you a part time job. I will take over your duties at the family business if I have to, but I need you at the institute."

"Boring," Floyd muttered, walking away from the couch.

"The human has only reacted positively to you. A week has gone by and we haven't figured out how to even get them to acknowledge us, aside from what we have come to realize are curses in their language. We need you to step in as their handler for a little while. The future of science needs you."

Floyd almost said no. But then he remembered you, and your odd legs, and your eyes, and your human sized hand pressing against his. 

"I'll only help for three days. If I'm bored after that, that's it."

"Thank you Floyd! This means everything to me," Jade said with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. He must really be so tired.

But all Floyd wanted was to unravel you and your mysteries.

[ethereal-writes]

Carving Pumpkins With The Demon Brothers (Ft. GN!MC)

Warning: questionable actions/slight gore if you squint on Lucifer's part, knives

A/N: Happy Halloween everybody! Sorry I'm posting this rather late (depending on where you are), but I figured some nice headcanons to wrap up the holiday wouldn't be too bad. This post is instead of the very dark Halloween fics I had mentioned earlier, because once I started working on them I found myself getting unnerved and didn't want to do my comfort characters like that. I guess I stick to writing fluff for a reason lol. Still though, enjoy the headcanons, please let me know if I missed any warnings, and happy Halloween!

–Ethereal :D

Lucifer:

Manages to keep his area the neatest through the whole ordeal

You guys had spread newspaper on the floor to keep the floor from getting dirty, somehow his doesn't have a single seed on it.

He saves all the pulp and seeds to cook with later.

He also succeeds in cleaning his pumpkin out the best.

He doesn't seem like the crafty type, but somehow every cut he makes is perfect.

He ends up somehow carving the most terrifying thing you've ever seen.

Those guts coming out of its mouth are...a bit too realistic.

You decide not to ask.

Mammon:

Makes the most mess out of everyone.

His newspaper is absolutely covered with pulp and seeds, and so is the floor.

Despite your instructions to save the insides to cook with later, most of his end up in the trash.

He doesn't seem like the crafty type, and he's not.

He doesn't trace out his design whatsoever ahead of time, he just goes in and hopes for the best.

He decides to go with a classic jack-o-lantern.

His ends up being a little bit wonky, with a lot of uneven cuts and very unsymettrical.

But overall, not too bad.

Leviathan:

He also makes a mess, though not anywhere near as bad as Mammon.

Doesn't do the best job of cleaning out his pumpkin, but that's only because he's super duper excited to get to the carving part.

He's the most crafty of the brothers, and has had to use knives before while working on details for his cosplays.

So he's actually very good at getting it to cooperate with him.

Prior to you guys actually sitting down to carve them, he already drew out a bunch of different designs, picked one, and practiced with an exacto knife and some foam ahead of time.

The most prepared, honestly.

He ends up carving a perfect recreation of Ruri-Chan in a witch outfit.

Satan:

Also made very little mess.

Only ends up with a few seeds and bits of pulp on the ground and saves the rest for you.

Unsurprisingly, he ends up carving a cat.

He starts by cutting out the body and head, meaning a large cat-sized hole in the pumpkin.

You assume that means his won't have a face, but he continues carving whiskers, eyes and a nose out of the piece he'd carved out.

Then he enchants the carved pieces to float in place.

His cat turned out a bit wonky, but honestly you're so distracted by him casually using magic for this sort of thing you hardly notice.

Asmodeus:

He was super excited to do this, and managed to cut out the "lid" just fine.

Then he saw you and his brothers begin to scoop out the pulp, and he just...flat out refused.

That part was far too icky for him.

You and Satan had to help him scoop out the pulp and completely replace all his newspaper before he'd even consider participating again.

But once you do, he's all in.

He tries to make one of those very aesthetic ones you see all the time on Devilgram.

He does very well considering how many times he's practiced (which is zero) but he's a little disappointed with how it came out.

Beelzebub:

Is also very excited for this, because once you guys save the pulp and seeds, you guys can make snacks with them later. As a result, he's very careful with scooping it out.

But he's happy to do this activity first.

Good news is, he's super strong! He manages to cut through it without any issues.

Unfortunately he uses so much strength that his cuts become a bit too forceful, and he accidentally smashes the first pumpkin.

On attempt two, he's much more careful.

Still though, he's not the most crafty person. He probably just does something very basic.

Cuts are slightly wonky, but overall turns out pretty well.

Belphegor:

He also hardly made a mess while carving his pumpkin.

Mainly because he didn't do it.

He had cut out the top part, and was about to start on the face when you pointed out he hadn't cleaned out the inside of his pumpkin yet.

He honestly didn't see the point of cleaning out the inside, people were looking at the outside anyways, weren't they?

But Beel immediately offered to clean it out as to not let any of the food go to waste.

So he figured...why not let Beel do all the hard parts?

All he really did was cut out the top part and draw his design. Beel carved it for him.

As a result, his and Beel's look almost identical.

[ghcstao3]

vampire x monster hunter……….i am so respectfully asking for more (im foaming at the mouth)

(original post) i shall do my best. again i got a little out of hand with word count. cw blood (of course)

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John knows he should be happy about Simon's return.

He knows he should be happy to be reunited with his once-best friend even if it's after over a decade, because all this time he'd thought Simon was dead. He knows he should be happy that Simon would return here, of all places, to make amends, to catch up, to do whatever it is old friends are meant to. He knows this.

And yet... John can't help but feel on edge.

John is happy, of course he is. It isn’t often he’s surprised as he was when the knock at his door had been Simon. It isn’t every day an old friend returns from the dead. But he can only be fed the same excuses over and over so many times before he grows wary in Simon’s presence, which is really, truly the last thing he wants.

Being told I'm not hungry, I'll eat later would only be of any worth if Simon had said it once or twice, and not for every meal offered. It might be a cause for concern if Simon did not still appear consistently healthy and sated in spite of it.

Not to mention the sneaking out at odd hours. New creaks and groans have since developed in John's old house, ones Simon wasn't aware of, clearly, until the first time he makes his mistakes. It all just... worries John. Frightens him. Of course people change, and certainly over thirteen years, but it all seems to raise far more questions than there are answers that Simon is willing to give.

And then all of the sudden it makes too much sense, and John finds himself wishing Simon had never come back.

With the regularity at which people disappear in and around the town, John doesn't notice any difference after Simon's arrival. No increase or decrease, no change in occurrences that might tip John off to a new creature needing to be hunted.

This particular hunt was meant to be carried out like any other; John was heading out alone as the creature he was after didn't pose so much a threat to require help, it would be clean and quick, then he'd return home. He leaves a note for Simon, who may or may not have gone out himself, grabs his gear and vanishes beneath the cloak of a cloud-filled night.

Vampire, is what little information he'd been provided with, and so vampire is what he prepares himself for.

John has long since been a stranger to bloodshed. Really, it's necessary he not be squeamish, especially when so often he comes across scenes like this—this being the messy feasting of what could only be a newer, more inexperienced vampire. The unfamiliar hunger like nothing else usually makes them far more reckless when it comes to finding food.

This fledgling isn't any different, judging by the large smears and smatterings of blood leading right to John's culprit.

A figure sits hunched in the dark, accompanied only by the sound of tearing flesh. When John had first been learning, the lack of breathing that should be present when drinking so fiercely had made him uneasy, but now it merely serves as a reminder that he should hold his own breath, lest he catch the vampire's attention.

John wields a silver dagger, creeping forward as carefully as he might in approaching a wild animal—these monsters are just about the same, anyway.

But John underestimates how elevated this particular fledgling's senses would be. They pause the moment John takes a step toward them, sitting up straighter, immediately alert. Their face remains obscured, but John can see them cock their head, presumably listening for his pulse.

He expects an attack. Expects a fight so as to not become the next course.

What John hadn't expected—or maybe a subconscious part of him had—was for the figure to rise slow and cautious, head bowed in what John might dare call shame. What he hadn't expected was for the vampire to turn on their heel and have John met with none other than—

"Simon?"

His head remains hung, silhouette still impossibly imposing. It's hard to discern much in the low light, but John imagines Simon's irises are currently a scarlet red as opposed to their usual warm coffee brown, if evidenced by the blood that covers his face and drips from his chin.

"Johnny." His voice is hoarse, but it's most certainly Simon's. He can probably hear the way John's heart picks up pace, be it out of fear, or be it out of use of a nickname Simon has so far avoided since their reunion. "Johnny, I'm sorry."

“Simon, wha—“ John frowns and finds his guard falling, yet his grip on the hilt of his knife only tightens. “I don’t—“

“I can’t help it,” Simon rasps, begging. “I can’t… I learned how to control myself, I did, but when I’m around you…”

Simon is directly in front of John in the blink of an eye, frigid hands curling around John's, around the dagger. He allows the tip of the blade to dig into his abdomen, unflinching as it pokes past clothes and just barely breaks skin. John holds steady, more than capable of pushing it further, but unwilling to hurt—or kill—Simon until he's given a reason to.

Never mind the mangled corpse on the ground just a few feet away.

"How long?"

"Johnny—"

"How long, Simon?"

Simon doesn't meet his eyes. They're dark either way like this, in this lack of light, but John still feels like something isn't quite right about it.

"A few months. A year, maybe. Two," Simon confesses. "It's all muddled."

For reasons John can't describe, somehow it stings knowing this... affliction has only been short-term. Because instead it could have been an explanation for Simon's disappearance—let alone that of his family's that he still often wonders about. Because instead it could have been a reason for Simon to have stayed away for so long even as an adult.

But it's not.

"Then why come back now? And why come back here?" John hisses. "You're a fuckin' dafty, y'know that?"

Simon's mouth parts, and for the first time since his arrival John finally catches a glimpse of his fangs; razor sharp and promising a swift but violent death for John should Simon's instincts get the best of him.

He then seals his lips in a thin line, swallowing whatever words he may have had prior. Simon offers a solemn nod of his head, his theme of shame so insistent.

Against John's better judgement, he retracts the knife. Tucks it away, and forces space between them. The overwhelming stench of iron is beginning to make him nauseous.

Softer, much softer than Simon deserves at the moment, and far too reminiscent of a past long gone, John says, "You were supposed to be the leveller-head between us."

Simon huffs. "'Be easier if constantly listening to your pulse wasn't driving me mad."

Oh.

"Oh." The pounding in John's ribcage does him no favours in picking up speed again. Then, suddenly realizing where and why he is, John attempts to steel himself, clenching his jaw and taking deep, slow breaths to calm the flutter of his heart. "Well, quit listenin' then."

Simon regards him curiously, in a way so painfully familiar to a past life.

A silence stretches on between them, tense and riddled with uncertainty. John tries, pointedly, to ignore the elephant still in the room, but between the blood and the smell and the looming issue of them being a vampire and a monster hunter, it's nigh impossible.

But even still—John thinks it'd be less right to kill Simon now, than to let him free. To bring him home.

John sighs, suddenly and immediately overcome with fatigue. He pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger for just a moment, rubbing the skin to unsuccessfully self-soothe. He wishes there was some sort of... protocol, for this. Maybe then things could be easier. Could make more sense. Just for once.

"I'm not—" John pauses, takes a breath, shakes his head. "I won't kill you, Simon. Not... now, at least."

Simon nods. "That's all I can ask for."

"Good, because that's all you're getting." It's a lie, and they both damn well know it, but just a little longer would John like to linger in ignorance. "Now just... clean this up before anyone sees. We'll talk about this more in the morning, alright?"

"Alright."

John offers a tight smile, whether or not Simon can really see it.

"Right. Goodnight, Simon."

"Goodnight, Johnny."

John hovers only a second, hooked on that nickname as he's always been, before he finally pivots on his heel and starts off the other way, turning a dutiful blind eye like he really shouldn't be doing.

He had missed Simon, he really had—but he's afraid to start wondering if this will all be worth the trouble, in the end.

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I said before that Helluva Boss haters are very weird in how their perception of the show is often completely broken from the truth of what the episodes show us. And all of the haters are freaking out about the Apology Tour episode and pointing out Stolas is a rapist and the show is trying to "glorify" sexual abuse (they are LITERALY pulling off the same card they tried to pull off in Hazbin Hotel, not understanding that when you make one HUGE mistake it is preferable to not repeat your big offensive take TWICE)...

(By the way how come I keep seeing the haters freak out over the episodes that are not the actual bad ones? There are bad episodes in Helluva Boss, and yet the haters never manifest themselves when it comes to these very obvious weak spots. They just start foaming at the mouth with all the other episodes... Anyway)

So here's my point: when you look at all the rants and comments and "pseudo-analysis" of the Stolas/Blitzo relatonship, you do end up realizing that these haters either didn't watch or don't remember the way the beginning of this "sex bargain". Remember the VERY long scene showing when Blitz had sex with Stolas for the first time? Well here are the facts I see NOBODY among the haters bring out:

Blitzo was there to steal the grimoire. He tried to break into the palace to steal it, all throughout the scene he was only focused on getting the grimoire ; he only played along Stolas' ideas and "seduced" him in hope to distract him while he stole the grimoire ; and he did end up succeeding in distracting Stolas with sex to get the grimoire because... point number 2:

Notice how no bargain is struck, there is no talk of the grimoire, Stolas never realizes throughout the scene Blitzo wasn't into him but into his book, and the fact Blitz literaly snuck away with the book while Stolas was still asleep (one of the rare points of continuation from the Pilot episode) does indicate he was still stealing it without Stolas knowledge. It is very clear that their "sex bargain" was only struck AFTER this incident - and this is a part of the story the show has not covered.

Another thing of note: Blitzo tries to kill Stolas to steal the grimoire, before ending up deciding he can have sex "real quick". This is played for comedy and these are VERY clumsy murder attempts, but the biting at the neck and the breaking of the neck WERE Blitzo's attempt at murdering Stolas to steal his book. Though Blitzo clearly didn't know then that a little imp can't hurt like that a Goetia demon.

And the final point: nothing and nobody forced Blitzo to start this whole thing. Nobody forced him to steal the grimoire: he did it solely in an attempt to start his just as reckless business plan to go to Earth to kill people ; a plan and a mean for a plan which is explicitly said to be illegal in Hell, between imps being forbidden to go to Earth and the grimoire that should NOT be lended or given or used by anyone other than Stolas himself. Also nobody forced him to have sex with Stolas, he just decided to play along to cover his tracks. And that's the whole point of Blitzo's character: he is reckless, careless and doesn't think through or plans the consequences of his actions. He thinks he can just steal a grimoire from a demon-prince without realizing what it means, he goes to Earth without a disguise because he didn't study anything related to Earth travels, when caught he tries to kill Stolas without realizing it won't work... That's literaly Blitzo's character.

And as an aside note, it is also interesting to see how Blitzo and Stolas are both depicted as selfish, or more precisely not selfish but as self-centered, this is the correct term, but in very different ways. Blitzo is self-centered in a reckless, destructive, careless way - he just does what feels right on the spot without thinking of the consequences, he flees or tosses away anything he dislikes without understanding any responsibility that would come with it, he puts up dreams and projects just because he wants to without planning anything. Which is the perfect reverse/companion of Stolas who is also self-centered, but simply because he is a sheltered naive fool and a literal delusional dreamer who projects his own state of mind upon others, feeds himself with cliches and fiction rather than actual reality, and keeps switching between over-analyzing and under-analyzing everything.

And that's precisely these two forms of self-centeredness that allowed the very fucked up and messy and thorny relationship they are in to happen in the first place. Blitz thought he could steal/murder/have sex with a demon prince just to get what he wants, and that there would be no consequence or difficulty along the way ; Stolas was a dumb owl who clearly didn't understand the person in front of him was a criminal not at all into him, and mistook a robbery for some sort of romantic movie scene...

But haters choose to literaly recreate in their mind a completely different scene than what is shown to us. If you listen to their rants it will seem Stolas forced Blitzo into taking the grimoire or opening his business, or that Blitz was an innocent victim somehow dragged into Stolas palace by the rapist owl... When what we rather see is a very stupid criminal doing a very clumsy and messy robbery and ending up entangled in an uncomfortable relationship entrapment + constraining sex-deal, because he literaly didn't give a fuck about anything and tried to avoid the consequences of his actions any way he can, only to literaly get everybody's careers, lives and feelings on the line (making Moxxie and Millie's lives for example dependant on the use of a stolen good used illegally and only kept by a precarious and shady deal).

And such a character is... well literaly most of Brandon Rogers anti-heroes in his own Youtube-series, so you can clearly see how indeed he is the one writing Blitzo.

(And to those of you that claim it is unfair Blitzo gets all the shit thrown at him while Stolas gets nothing, if the leaks I got accidentally spoiled by are true... [putting this under a cut]

then don't worry dears, Stolas will also have to face the consequences of his actions, it will be HARSH, and definitively much harsher than what Blitzo is currently facing. )

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❣️!Loving rival!❣️

Pairing: Charles leclerc X Cherrie!

Word count : 7k

Summary: in which she’s a little over protective of someone who’s supposed to be her rival.

Or: Charles being completely and unashamedly in love with his ‘rival’. Or: moments between them caught on camera .

Charles was stood in front of the press after another qualifying session, having not done as well as he had hoped.

Glancing around the media pen to see who else was being interviewed , his smile dimming slightly when he couldn't find who he wanted to see the most out of the rest of the drivers , giving Pierre , who was also there further down from him, a little nod before looking back at the reporter with a smile .

The reporter noticed this and gave him a subtle knowing look, clearing his throat .

"Charles. Not as good of a session as ferrari would have hoped for today. How are you feeling?" He was asked politely .

Charles sighed quietly , sipping on the long straw of his drink as he tried to cool down. His hair a sweaty mess on top of his head from the heat .

"Er yes , slightly disappointed of course. Not what I hoped for but we can do better. We can learn from this mistake and hopefully overcome those errors ..yes, I mean, not what I wanted but could have been worse I suppose." He said with a nod , seeing his press officer give him a thumbs up from the corner of his eye.

The reporter nodded before smiling at him "the team that Ferrari was hoping to beat both got p1 and p2 in qualifying . With Cherrie coming first by what felt like a long shot .. she had quite some seconds on everybody else. Are you worried about that?" He asked him curiously.

Charles just laughed and shook his head, a little bit of pride filling him as he thought about the way Cherrie had wizzed around the track without any difficulty's whatsoever .

In fact , Charles was almost certain that she had gotten nearly every pole Position this season so far, if it wasn't her that was coming first then it was her teammate max.

He knew that with her being his 'rival' and the one th at he was supposed to be fighting it out with on the track, that he should be feeling a little angry and upset with her winning over him again.

But as Charles thought of the smile on her face when she had proudly high-fived her teammate and did her silly little dance of happiness , he could feel nothing but pride for her.

"I'm not worried .. maybe the team is but.. that's to be expected. Because redbull has become the team to beat, they are very fast and very powerful." He laughed a little . That was an understatement. His was certain that his team principal was just foaming at the mouth at them losing again them again.

But Charles just shrugged , swallowing another sip of his drink.

"Cherrie deserves this position. She's deserved them all in fact . She is one of the best drivers I've ever come across... as soon as your radio tells you 'Cherrie is behind you' you know that it's over .." he grinned despite himself , glancing down at his feet with a shy little grin. Laughing quietly .

Shaking his head to snap himself out of it, he continued to gush about her.

Not noticing the amused looks that he was getting from those around him listening to him proudly talk about his rival like she was his own teammate and not the one driver that was kicking his ass on the track every race.

"She's always been very quick though. Even when we were kids. I used to be in such amazement watching her all the time . The only reason she didn't win the championship the first year that she came into f1 was because she didn't have the right car behind her. But now.." he shrugged again with a proud smile.

"she's signed with redbull and look at what she's doing! She's winning and it's to be expected . I'm not surprised that she's faster than me. She's just - yeah .." he realised that he was still just stood their gushing about her and trailed off sheepishly , his press officer looking exasperated at him yet again boasting about his 'rival' to the world.

The reporter just chuckled "sounds like you have a very high opinion of her! I guess it's safe to say that the rivalry is only on the track? You have nothing but kind words to say abut her off it.." he said.

Charles flushed a little, grinning sheepishly as he scratched the side of his neck. Laughing .

"Yes, yes. I have not one bad thing to say about her , she's somebody that I admire very much-"

He couldn't even finish his sentence before they heard a familiar shout of his name from behind him, turning his head slightly to see the woman in question jogging over to him, ignoring her team telling her not to.

She wasn't supposed to be getting friendly with the 'enemy' yet she couldn't give one shit what anybody else thought.

Instead she gave Charles a sympathetic smile and wrapped her arm around his shoulders from behind , being an inch or two taller than him and taking advantage of it.

"What happened C? It was going so well and then they tell me that you're falling behind." Her French accent was thicker than the others, even more so when she was filled with adrenaline still.

Still in her racing suit and sweat dripping down her neck, she still wanted to see him and find out why he wasn't starting first with her tomorrow.

Charles smiled at a her a little , seeing the way she was frowning and looking upset on his behalf. She seemed even more disappointed for him than he was himself .

It was a little amusing for those around them to witness .

Cherries blunt and unfiltered nature coming out as her team watched on stressfully , all crossing their fingers and hoping that she wouldn't cause another scandal or scene.

She wasn't afraid to call out people or point out people's failures or bullshit to their faces , especially when it was somebody that she cared about.

Not that she would ever admit out loud that she cared about the Ferrari driver , he was her rival of course . The man that she fought to beat on the track.

She was just curious , that was all.

Charles sighed and leant into her side a little, enjoying the way she was comforting him without even trying .

"Testing out new tires and they weren't as fast. I didn't get enough time to heat them up.. but hopefully it will go better tomorrow." He tried to be optimistic but his own disappointment was obvious.

Cherrie just scoffed and gave his shoulders a squeeze, frowning at him .

"stupide! cela semble évident ! c'est le tour le plus rapide, bien sûr que c'était une mauvaise idée !" She exclaimed in disbelief to how his team just kept continuously fucking him over .

(Stupid! that seems obvious! it's fastest lap, of course that was a bad idea!)

Charles smiled awkwardly , glancing over to his press team and seeing them shaking their heads at him. Telling him to disagree and not let her bad mouth his team right in front of him.

Charles just ignored them

And instead let out a small laugh, wrapping his arm around her waist so he could give her a small side hug as subtly as possible. Wanting to hold onto her for as long as he could get away with.

"Not the best idea , no. But I'll do better tomorrow." He just repeated still a little upset with his result and team .

Cherrie was having none of it. She looked down at him in disapproval, pulling a face at him.

"This isn't your fault . It's your team that need to do better tomorrow, not you. You did great." She casually told him , paying no mind to the surprised look he gave her, his cheeks flushing at her easy defence of him.

Then she looked at the cameras and gave a smirk , laughing.

"This is why I did not go to Ferrari. I would have been fucked." She exclaimed , grinning slyly as she pulled away from Charles with one last pat to his shoulder .

Then she snickered , pushing her redbull cap down further on her head. Unzipping her race suit and tying it around her waist instead as she felt her press officer take ahold of her arm to pull her away before she could do anymore damage.

Cherrie made sure to get one last joke in "none of their drivers will ever be virgins before Ferrari fucks them all!" She laughed loudly , giving Charles a wink before allowing herself to be quickly pulled away.

Immediately Getting a scolding from her team. She just snickered like a naughty child that has done something that they weren’t supposed to.

Leaving Charles to giggle to himself , bright red, as he bit down on his bottom lip and watched her team try to get her to behave . Cherrie just running off like a naughty child as they chased after her with a loud, fed up groan.

Then he looked over at the cameras and grinned "she's very funny." Was all he muttered in amusement knowing that the group chat would be buzzing as soon as they saw the video of them.

Another video showed the helmet of the redbull driver tilt towards the Ferrari that was now stalled alongside the side of the track. A picture of cherries radio box popping up on the screen.

There was a static crackle before her concerned voice was heard over the radio clearly .

"What happened? There's a Ferrari stopped. Who is that?" She wanted to know , always having a feeling that she knew just who the unlucky driver was.

Her team confirmed it with a calm voice "that's Leclerc’s' car. His engine has failed. He's going to have to retire from the race. Just keep pushing Cherrie, you've got this in the bag." He encouraged her.

Cherrie did as he said, focusing on the track in front of her as she overtook another Mercedes car with ease . Yet she could only think about one thing.

Her voice was heard over the radio again, sounding more and more annoyed.

"That's unbelievable! What the fuck is wrong with them? Is he okay?" She asked them , sounding pissed off now.

Still managing to overtake yet another car as the announcer cheered that once again the two redbull were in the lead yet again.

Her team just sighed, knowing that she wouldn't stop asking until they answered her every question.

Especially if it involved Charles. She could never shut her mouth up whenever the situation involved him.

"He is okay. He's out of the car and getting a lift from the safety car back." They confirmed for her.

She just scoffed angrily on his behalf "fucking hell! They've fucked him again! Unbelievable!” She cursed loudly unaware that her radio was being televised for everybody to hear.

All she could think about was how upset and disappointed charles would be , yet another race ruined for him. And more points lost.

"Just concentrate on keeping position. You are currently p2 with max in front of you. Keep defending." He told her firmly.

Cherrie was still muttering to herself , the broadcast radio catching every word .

Including Charles who was back in the back room , watching the race continue as they showed cherries radio on the screen, watching her car easily keep the Mercedes from getting past her and max .

The camera zooming in on Charles previously upset face , now instead he was smiling a little to himself at the sound of how pissed off she sounded on his behalf, his cheeks flushing in colour as he tried to ignore the knowing looks being sent his way.

"Fucking Ferrari." She was finally heard saying , sighing loudly .

Charles just laughed beneath his breath.

Fucking Ferrari . He agreed silently.

Then the video cut to another scene where Cherrie had just won another important race , high-fiving max and letting him know how proud of him she was for defending her back.

She patted him on the back firmly before turning away, focusing on unzipping her suit and tying it around her waist , still breathless and sweating from the heat.

From the corner of her eye she saw Charles congratulating max , then all of a sudden she heard the sound of the stands starting to boo him and call him some not so nice names.

Her brows furrowing in disgust as she snapped her head over to the crowd and immediately shook her head at them in disapproval.

"Fuck you Charles! Ferrari is shit!" She heard someone yell towards him nastily. Others shouting their cruel agreements .

Charles just looked down at his feet and tried to ignore it, wiping a towel that his assistant gave him over his face , wiping away the sweat that was clinging to him.

Cherrie glared over towards where the voice had come from, pushing past people to walk over to them, clearly pissed off.

"Shut your mouth assholes! None of that!" She shouted angrily towards the still booing crowd that immediately quietened down when she yelled at them , stopping their booing of Charles quickly .

Charles gave her a thankful look , walking over to her hesitantly .

He gave her a small smile of appreciation. "thank you. They do not like me very much." He muttered to her with a small, uncomfortable laugh , feeling the dislike towards him and his team from the crowd of orange in front of them.

Cherrie wrapped her arm around his shoulder and hugged him, squeezing him tight .

"Then they're stupid." She simply answered him, pulling away to smile down at him.

Tapping the cap on his head proudly "you did very well. Almost caught up to me. Well done Charles." She praised him , impressed with his racing .

He had came p3 , right behind her by mere seconds. It was the closest that he had gotten to her so far.

Charles blushed deeply , smiling bashfully as he wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her another hug back. Aware of the thousands of people watching them converse between each other casually .

"Thank you! I am as surprised as you are! But very happy." He truthfully replied before following her through the crowd , their teams telling them to head to the podium to celebrate their wins .

Cherrie took ahold of his arm to pull him through the crowd , feeling his fingers search for hers for a moment before letting go of her hand when he remembered that there was thousands of people watching them closely .

She just smiled knowingly over her shoulder at him, laughing at the way he couldn't meet her eyes. Growing shy quickly.

"Are you going to the after party on the boat?" She asked him quietly , curiously.

He nodded his head yes, still gazing at her from the corner of his eye as they were handed bottle of champagne each . Giving max a small wave as he nodded his head at him again respectfully.

"Yes. Do you-" he hesitated for a moment before deciding to just for for it. The worst thing she could say is no.

Or laugh in his face and make him cry. Oh well.

"Can I go with you? Like- can we arrive together? We could get some food before we go too so that we aren't drinking on an empty stomach." He rushed out , glancing at her hopefully . His heart racing nervously as he waited impatiently for her answer .

Cherrie just casually nodded her head, giving him a knowing smile and giggling at his constant red face that never seemed to fade when he was around her.

It was cute.

"Sure. Sounds like a plan! Sick of driving in a Ferrari already?" She joked to him easily .

Charles just laughed , nudging her shoulder with his own affectionately .

"Honestly? Yes!"

Then they sprayed each other with champagne, laughing loudly as they almost slipped off the podium together .

Clinging onto each other joyfully as they yelled happily , the camera zooming in on the way Charles was stroking away the booze soaked hair from her face carefully , wiping at her eyes with the end of his shirt so that she could see clearly again.

"Most friendliest rivals I've ever seen." The cameraman joked.

Then photos of the after party were shown on the screen , zoomed in photos of Charles with his head on cherries shoulders, grinning up at her drunkenly as he listened to her chatting away to her friends.

His arm wrapped around her waist as he practically laid in her lap with Half of his shirt open , her long hair wrapped around his fingers as he tugged on it to get her attention like a needy child .

Then the next few photos showed the two of them dancing together , with cherries head thrown back in laughter while Charles held onto her closely , his face buried in her neck with a permanent drunken grin on his face .

Before the last few photos showed both Cherrie and Charles being escorted out of the party by a fed up looking pierre and max who were trying to get the two of them off the floor after they kept falling over together in a heap of limbs.

Pierre stood with his hands on his hips with pursed lips as he looked over at Charles who was climbing onto cherries back , getting a piggy back ride from her while they stumbled down the street, giggling like a pair of naughty children .

Before max finally managed to separate them when the fell over again into a pile of drunken limbs on the floor.

Max was holding Cherrie while Pierre had ahold Charles arm , looking exasperated as he watched his friend reached out in front of him and grab ahold of her hand , swinging it between them with a pleased grin on his face, loudly serenading her with a awful version of 'you're my best friend' by queen.

Cherrie clapping at him proudly as she signed a heart shape at him with her hands.

'Rival no more?' The headline read.

The internet went crazy for them.

Then the video switched to another clip a few months later that showed a replay of her teammate , max, accidentally hitting Charles's wheel with his own and sending them both off the track.

Then the camera turned to show the aftermath . Zooming in on Cherrie angrily pulling off her helmet and stomping over to her teammate with a look of thunder on her face , pointing her finger at him angrily .

"What was that?! Did you forget how to drive? putain d'idiot stupide!" She shouted at him loudly , giving his shoulders a shove as well.

(Stupid fucking idiot!)

Max looked down at her blankly , hands on hips , already expecting this reaction from his friend as soon as he realised just who he had hit .

In fact , max was surprised that she hasn’t punched him yet. Because anyone who even dared to hurt Charles or even upset him in the slightest, was immediately put on her list of people to punch in the face.

He pursed his lips at her, sighing in annoyance . "It was an accident . He shouldn't have come so close to

Me on a corner! That was the wrong time to try and overtake me!" He stubbornly snapped back at her.

Cherrie let out a nose between a laugh and a scoff "that's the whole fucking point dumbass! This was your fault completely! You didn't leave him enough space!" She accused him. Having been right behind them when it happened.

Deciding to completely blank the part of her brain that knew that this was also Charles fault too. It was a risky move on his part, one that she would be scolding him for when she was done with max.

Max rolled his eyes bitterly , knowing that she was half right but not wanting to admit it.

"Whatever." He muttered moodily trying to turn away and walk away from her. Spotting a familiar red suit not far from them , not wanting a Scene to be made.

Too bad that he had forgotten just who his friend was. The biggest drama queen of the century.

Also Charles biggest protecter and unofficial bodyguard.

Instead she reached forward and took ahold of his race suit In her fist and started dragging him over to the Ferrari driver, ignoring him trying to get her to let go of him. Cursing her out loudly, everyone looking on in amusement at the sight in front of them.

"You are going to apologise to him max!" She demanded to him sternly , dragging him over to Charles who had now turned to look at the scene she was making with wide eyes , his mouth dropping open in shock.

Max groaned loudly , almost tripping over his feet as she gave him another rough shove in Charles direction.

Glaring at her unhappily "absolutely not-"

Her sharp glare quickly changed his mind.

Inhaling sharply and slowly turning to look at a bewildered Charles with a displeased scowl on his face .

“I'm sorry." He muttered towards him , crossing his arms over his chest unhappily. Not looking him in the eye as he sulked like a child .

Charles just blinked at him in surprise .

“what?" He blurted out. Eyes going between the two redbulls in front of him in both amusement and disbelief .

One looking like a pissy toddler being scolded and the other looking like a wrath personified .

Cherrie placed her hands on her hips and glared at her teammate darkly .

"He said he's sorry for nearly killing you!" She dramatised . Looking him over for any possible injuries that the medics could have missed.

Max immediately looked at her in disbelief "kill him? He only went to the side! He's fine!" He exclaimed.

Charles laughed a little. Reaching over and grabbing her hand, giving it a little comforting squeeze once he realised how worried she was for him.

"I'm okay. Just disappointed on missing out on points again." He gave max a pointed look , not happy with her teammate for not letting him through.

Max rolled his eye . "I said I'm sorry. But that was the wrong time to overtake mate-"

Charles scoffed at him , pulling Cherrie over to his side as she fussed over him. Grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat from his face before pushing her bottle off water into his hands.

"That's my job! Honestly what is wrong with you mate-"

"Don't mate me-"

Charles glared at him as Cherrie ran her fingers through his messy hair, completely oblivious to their amused friends watching them with knowing looks on their faces .

"You're a reckless driver-" Charles snapped at him, leaning his head down a little bit so that Cherrie could put his cap back on for him again.

She paused with her hand on his head, narrowing her eyes at him making him freeze up , immediately shutting up at the look on her pretty face.

She was incredibly intimidating when she wanted to be.

"No he isn't. He made a mistake but he's a good river and that's my teammate." She scolded him with a frown bedore looking at him sternly.

"say sorry to max!" She then told him firmly .

Max's face turning smug as he grinned at him slyly "yeah Charles say sorry to me-" he laughed as Cherrie smacked his arm in silent warning for him to behave .

Charles looked at her in shock "Cherrie! Why should I apologise when he-" he cut his whining off with a groan when she just continued to look at him in disapproval , pursing her lips at him unhappily.

"Fine." He muttered with a frown bedore turning to look at max again. Gritting his teeth and trying not to smack the smug look off his stupid face.

He inhaled deeply and said "I'm sorry. You're a good driver and I know that you didn't deliberately try to kill me .."

Max's smile dropped . Eyes flickering between the two of them in disbelief .

"I was no where near killing you! Fucks sake. You two are ridiculous! Forget it!" He shouted , fed up with the pair of them. Stomping away before they could annoy him any further .

Leaving Charles to giggle to himself triumphantly , turning back to Cherrie with a innocent smile on his face.

He then wrapped her up in his arms and closed his eyes as he felt her hug him around his waist , rocking them from side to side .

"Thank you for defending me." He whispered to her with a smile . Sighing contently when he felt her gently kiss the side of jaw.

"Always." She pulled away only to give him a pointed look.

“But that was totally your fault. What were you thinking trying to overtake him at that corner? You absolute idiot-" she smacked at his arm as they walked away, starting to scold him now that max was gone .

The camera filming the way Charles was pouting to himself as she ranted onto him, despite the way he sneakily hooked his fingers around the race suit that was tied around her waist , pulling her closer to him.

Nodding along to her telling him off casually , a look on his face that told everyone that this was not the first time that he was being scolded by her .

Then another video appeared of them at a conference together, alongside max who looked more than fed up as he listened to the two of them giggle between each other, not paying attention to anything that was being said around them.

Cherrie was too busy drawing on scrapped piece of paper , Charles looking over her shoulder with a amused smirk as she showed him the little drawing of max that she had done , only he was wearing a Ferrari logo instead of redbull.

Charles snorted "imagine him in red." He shook his head with another little giggle , taking the pen from her and adding devil horns on cartoon Max's head, nudging her repeatedly to get her to watch , the both of them bowing their heads together , in their own little bubble of amusement .

She heard max clear his throat loudly , slowly glancing up from their drawings and giving a sheepish smile once she noticed that everybody was looking at her pointedly .

"Sorry? What was that?" She had absolutely no clue what had been asked to her , side eyeing Charles who was covering his smirk up with his hand, casually leaning back into his sight as he tried not to laugh at the startled look on her pretty face .

The reporter asked her again "If you could change one thing at redbull what would it be?"

Cherrie didn't even hesitate "my teammate. Definitely." She joked , laughing loudly when max just gave her a deadpanned look in return.

Charles was giggling beside her , wrapping a piece of her long hair around his finger and curling it around and around absentmindedly.

Max sighed "as you can see . Cherrie is a really lovely and supportive teammate to have." He drawled sarcastically . Smiling anyway . Used to the way that Cherrie always picked at him and joked around.

Cherrie nodded along proudly "yes I am. But honestly there isn't anything that I would change per say. My car is fucking amazing and a absolute beauty to drive . It's not us that's needs to change anything." She bluntly said , giving the Ferrari driver beside her a pointed look.

Charles just grinned and shrugged his shoulders a little , laughing quietly .

"Yeah I mean, we definitely have some work to do and lots to improve on but-" he tried to defend his team that was admittedly failing really badly lately.

Cherrie cut him off with a rolling of her eyes, nudging his shoulder with her own.

She pulled out a pack of gum and offered him a piece as she spoke loudly .

"You’re falling apart like the car is made out of Lego or something . I wouldn't be surprised if you were just left in the seat on the track while the rest of your car just rolled off somewhere. Honestly.." she grinned pitifully at him, patting his shoulder in sympathy.

"You're absolutely fucked . Have you thought about coming to the winning side?" She then asked him, smirking a little at him smugly.

Charles just gave her a look, having known that she would start taking jabs at his team at every little chance she got .

The two of them had gotten into many heated debates and arguments before, Charles always ending up in her apartment after every terrible race for him, ranting and raving to her about how unfair it was that all this bad luck seemed to be happening to him alone.

He knew that he really shouldn't have been discussing the failures of his car with somebody that was supposed to be his 'rival' and someone that he really shouldn't like so much. But he couldn't help it.

Cherrie never lied to him and never tried to sugarcoat the situation to make him feeling better temporarily. She just told him the truth and would bluntly tell him where he was going wrong and how badly his team was fucking him over.

Then she would also take him into her simulator room and show him how to correct his wrongs . She would sit with him for hours and show him different ways and tips to get past the corners better and how to avoid crashing into the walls completely.

She didn't care that she wasn't supposed to be helping him. That he was someone that she needed to beat on track. Not teaching him now to improve and how to handle his car better.

But seeing the misery and anger slowly wash away from him with each little tip of help that she gave him , made any of her doubts about helping him go away.

No one had to know that it was actually Cherrie, his main rival and driver to beat , that was the one that helped him win pole position last time after sitting up the night before with him and going over a different Angle for him to try. She had told him not to listen to his own strategist, to just pretend like he couldn't hear them over the radio and to just do as she had told him.

And well, he did it. He did what she had said and he won.

So yes, Charles felt more comfortable and confident in trusting cherries intuitions than he did his own team.

They helped eachother . She made him a better driver and have him great advice. Nobody has to know. It was their little secret, a small one among hundreds of others that they shared between them.

"I'd swap you for max any day." She suddenly told him in front of all the press.

Chewing on her gum and casually lifting her legs up to rest of the table as she stretched her arms out above her lazily .

Max gaped at her in disbelief "Cherrie! You absolute backstabber! What happened to me being your best friend?" He laughed . Amused by how unbothered she was. No filter on her mouth as usual.

She just shrugged . Smiling over at Charles who was flushed beside her. Giggling under his breath as he knocked his shoulder against hers again.

"You are a good friend max." She said to make him feel better before she then added "but I like Charles more. And I kind of want to see him in a car that could make him world champion. That would be very nice to see." She mused honestly .

Charles was flattered , wrapping his arm around her shoulders and giving her a side hug . Pressing the side of their heads together happily

"Aw. That's nice . You want to see me win?" He said surprised . She was his rival in the track after all. She wasn't supposed to be rooting for him.

But this was Cherrie and the two of them weren't normal 'rivals' in the slightest.

She just shrugged, blowing a bubble with the gum between her teeth .

"Yes. Me and max have already won . We're both champions. It's a nice feeling and helps boost your confidence and skills.." she admitted to him not at all bothered by the shocked looks she was receiving.

"I think that you deserve to feel that . And your time will come. You will be world champion some day and I just hope that it's sooner rather than later for you. I would really like to be beside you soaking you in champagne Charles." She told him matter of factly.

Having always silently rooted for him in her head because she knew that Charles did the same for her.

He always had supported her. Even when he lost and she won, he was right there to be the first one to congratulate her and tell her that she deserved nothing more than to win again.

He was amazing and there was nothing more Charles loved to do than gush about her to anybody that would Listen. So why couldn't she as well?

Charles was quiet. Just looking at her with a small , grateful smile on his gave. Lost for words by how casually she spoke about believing in him, like it was nothing .

As though her words didn't mean absolutely everything to him.

He sighed softly , leaning his head on her shoulder and ignoring the rapid clicks of the camera Around them. The press marvelling at the sight of the two rivals pressed together affectionately , his eyes never leaving her face.

"Thank you. I can't wait till that day comes either. We'll be up there together , yes?" He murmured to her fondly . Looking up at her through his lashes shyly .

Cherrie just gently knocked her head against his affectionately , smiling .

"Obviously. Just waiting for the day to come now."

Then the video flicked to a final screen of a completion of Charles looking lost without her , her name always the first thing he said when he walked into a room.

In Monaco. The camera zoomed in on him at the drivers parade , the bus slowly going around the track for the fans to see them.

He was stood randomly in the middle of them with his hands on his hips , a frown on his face when he looked around and couldn't see her anywhere .

"Where's Cherrie?" He said out loud to anybody that Could hear him.

Born Pierre and lando looking over at him with a knowing look on their faces. Grinning.

"She's over there with max." Lando informed him, nodding to the other side of the moving vechile.

The camera catching the way Charles's face lit up bedore he quickly strided over to her and wrapped his arm around her own, not even saying anything as he dragged her away from max mid conversation, pulling her over to the corner so that she would stand with him instead .

Max rolled his eyes exasperated "you can't keep stealing my best friend from me Charles!" He called over to him, unimpressed by the way he always just dragged her away whenever he pleased.

Charles just stuck up his middle finger at him, not paying him any attention at all.

Instead he was too busy wrapping his arms around her neck from behind, hugging her back to his chest as she waved out to the cheering crowds that they were passing by.

Cherrie just casually patting his arm and tilting her head to press a small kiss to his shoulder affectionately, not at all bothered by him dragging her away to keep to himself .

Then the video showed Charles at the red carpet to another gala , stood in the middle of the carpet as he looked around in confusion . Ignoring the flashing lights and shouting of his name around him.

"Where's Cherrie?!" He could be heard calling out, his head was turning in each direction to try and find her familiar face in the crowd of people around him.

The relief evident in his face when he finally spotted her further down getting her picture taken with Pierre and max, quickly jogging over to them and wrapping his arm around her waist with a pleased smile .

Cherrie just glancing up at him with a amused smile as he attached himself to her side , refusing to let go even when they were done taking pictures on the red carpet .

Ignoring everybody around them as he trailed after her like a lovesick puppy, saying terrible jokes just to get her to laugh. Looking proud of himself with each little giggle that she gave him.

Then the video rounded off with one last scene of Charles looking in awe and ridiculously proud as he watched Cherrie stand on the podium with glee, holding up the trophy of world champion yet again, beaming down at the crowd below her happily.

Charles had tears in his eyes as he turned to look at the camera next to him, sniffling proudly as he pulled out his own phone and started taking hundreds of pictures of her as she got sprayed down with champagne.

"That's my future wife! The love of my life up there!" He shouted proudly , not giving a single shit that he was letting the biggest secret that they had kept finally  slip .

Too proud and too happy to care as he watched the love of his life search for him in the crowd below her, her face lighting up as she spotted him waving his hands at her like a crazy person to get her attention.

"I love you!" He shouted up to her grinning . Ignoring the gasps of shock around him at his sudden declaration . "I knew you could do it!"

Cherrie, as casual and unbothered as ever, simply winked at him and lifted the trophy in his direction with a smirk.

"You're next baby! Je vous aime! même si vous êtes un ferrari boy ! tu es mon garçon ferrari!" She shouted down at him , giggling happily as she blew him a kiss.

Charles pretended to catch it and placed it over his heart , tears of joy in his eyes as he looked up at her with nothing but love and proudness .

"Forever!" He promised her tearfully "je t'aime!"

Then the video cut back to the cameraman who had been witnessing their growing love right from the start.

"From rivals to lovers. Who would have thought? I definitely didn't see this coming!" He sarcastically grinned, amused.

They may have been rivals on the track but as soon as the race was over , Charles was straight into her arms again. Letting her take the wheel of love and drive it straight into his heart .

She was his ride or die. No doubt about it. She always had his back.

And maybe that was what he needed. A woman who wouldn't hesitate to put his team in their place and threaten them to give her boyfriend a better car this time, otherwise that she would be waving his team principal on a flag pole until they got it right .

She was the one . She was his person and his best friend.

He loved her. In every way. In every life.

She made him a winner everyday. Nothing was going to change that.

[estellxli]

(small drabble before i sleep ;w; also it's been a while since I've posted lolol)

My Woman

Your shivering hands reached out for the door knob of your home. Smoke leaving your mouth as you walked in. Relief comforted your body as the warmth embraced you.

"Welcome home, darling." Your husband says, donning an apron. That's when your nose finally picked up a familiar scent, your lips tug in a smile. A smile he treasures.

"Here, let me." he says, as he takes of your coat, the fabric absorbing the melted snowflakes. He hangs it on the coat rack.

"Thank you" you say as your right feet goes behind the other, about to attempt to take your boots off. Just then, Zhongli kneels down to your surprise and grabs your left boot, waiting for you to raise it.

A giggle leaves your lips. This damned man, doesn't he know this gestures of his makes you fall for him more? It's bad for your heart.

"Famished?"

Feet free from its cage. His hands guiding you slowly, making sure you won't trip.

"Very"

He looks up with that devilish smile of his. You quite like the view up there, he reminded you of a cute schipperke.

Zhongli grabs your hand, his lips soft and smooth on your skin.

"Perfect. I made us dinner"

As he stood, you were reminded once more of how he's much taller than you. You can't help but wonder if you looked like a dog to him too, or a cat.... or a bunny.

Your trance ended as you were swiftly off the floor, your husband carrying you bridal style. A giggle leaves once more. Really, what is up with him today.

He brings the both of you in the dining room, sitting you down and moving your chair in for you.

Clearly, your nose didn't betrayed you as bowl of slow-cooked bamboo shoot soup is presented on your table. Zhongli watched you eat his dish in delight. He couldn't help but laugh at your pantomime attempt of expressing how good his dish was. You knew how much it was cooked with the utmost care and technique, using only the finest ingredients just for you. He loved doing things for you. And oh, how incredibly grateful you are for that.

"Finished, my dear?" you nod as you gulp the last sip of your water.

He needn't ask if you liked the soup. He knew you did. He knew, since he'll only give you the best and only the best.

"Come now," Zhongli stood from his chair and walked beside you. " — let's have you cleaned for bed."

The both of you sauntered in the bathroom, bathtub filled with water and bubbles foaming out. It smelled like lavender. Zhongli helping you take off your clothes ones more. Heat slowly rising on your cheeks. You've seen each other many times, but you can't seem to help it. Thankfully, the bubbles will hide it soon.

You dip your toe first in the bathtub, and surely enough, it was in the right temperature. Water spilled on the ceramic floor as the bathtub contained to people.

Zhongli sat in front of you, with his feet beside you, legs slightly bent as the bathtub was small for his size.

He placed the bathtub tray containing sweets, and pulled out a bottle of wine, and like the Zhongli you know, he rambles with insightful knowledge.

You exchange conversations while enjoying the desserts he prepared. Which then slowly becomes a water fight as you finish. The room filled with laughter and the floor becoming more wet as the water continues to splash. Closing your eyes and turning your head on the side in case a water splashes on your eyes. Words of conceding escapes your lips accompanied by laughter. The water on the tub slowly calms down.

Zhongli grabs your feet and placed it on his chest. Massaging it with the utmost care. You've been walking around Liyue all day to the point it was tingling.

He kisses the sole of your foot tenderly. "That tickles." a giggle, and a slight jerk on your foot.

He looks at you intensely, the flicker in his eyes didn't leave your notice. Your own foot was blocking the view of his lips, but you knew he was smiling behind it.

He kissed it once more.

"My woman."

[monstercampus]

foaming at the mouth for efraim. i need to get passed around like a blunt between him n his other insect friends like immediately

prrrrrr!!! i went a lil....nutso <3

(cws: afab + gn pronouns, drug use, free use/taking turns, established relationship, vaguely/mostly consensual, breeding, oviposition, insect mutants, mild photo/video recording, exhibitionism, weird dicks, venom/monster "substances", unintentional knotting, oral, cum drinking)

wc: 1k+

Maybe Ef invited you over to roll a blunt with him but you showed up to find all his close friends :) hangin out in the dorm with him. Z and his other slime roommate are gone for the day so it's just you guys--and it's just a chance to make new friends, y'know? C'mon in, they're nice guys. You're not even sure if they're students at MC but who cares? As Efraim says, they're cool and they "just wanna hang".

There's that one guy with the dark hair that's supposedly a beetle hybrid; all smooth, deep skin with an array of small carapace shells all up and down his back, lining his skin almost like plates that you'd find on armour. Then there's Efraim's touchy friend who sports the deep, red eyes of a wolf spider, each extra set that makes up six running smaller and smaller as they scatter down his cheeks like red rivers. The sideways fangs that gleam when he opens his mouth are a bit off-putting, but he promises not to poison you, sweetie. And then there's the guy that's scattering little sparkly particles wherever he turns--apologizing every time he gets it on the couch--because his wings are covered in the stuff, as is his fluffy collar and antennae and his curly white hair itself. He's an albino moth, but as pretty as he is it doesn't preclude him from leering with just as much interest in you as the rest of them. He's a couple years older, so is the spider--it makes them bolder, more apt to offer you their rolling skills and to make sure every joint you smoke is taken care of before it even reaches your lips. Pretty things like you don't have to roll their own blunts.

It's not until a half hour passes by, when you're all sufficiently smoked up, that you mistake Efraim's lap for the couch and sit your ass on it. The joint he's got half-smoked perches in his mouth so he can wiggle you back in, keep you from getting up when you realize cause he doesn't really want you to get up. You're so comfy and warm. The guys don't mind, they probably didn't even notice.

Even if they didn't, it's a little hard not to notice when Efraim takes you out of the living room into the kitchen and slots himself between your legs. He barely bumps you against the counter but you're in it at once; kissing, belt unbuckling, his rough hands turning you away and bending you forward over the counter cause that's what you wanted. No need to say it, he can smell it. Just have to keep quiet so his stoned friends don't notice while they're playing video games on the tv just a few feet away. He moans into your ear as he slips it in cause you just feel so hot, and he loves the sound that pretty pussy makes when he's making love to her. He's trying not to make it obvious but fuck he can't help filling you up when he's all riled.

"Just gonna have to hold it in, sweets." He chuckles in your ear before kissing it and hiking your bottoms back up for you. One of his friends rolled another joint for you and you're not just gonna reject it, are you? He ushers you back to the little party with a smirk when you take it for a good, long pull. The others aren't dumb, this wouldn't be the first time Ef--or any one of them--messed with their significant other while the rest of them were hanging out. But none of them have ever dated a human before and Efraim seemed certain that they were a sluttier species than they looked. The fact that you don't say anything when his beetle buddy starts rubbing your knee is proof enough.

Ef's eyes zero in on you with intense focus when you start reacting to the touches, not that you notice. You turn your head and guy's dark face is right there, his eyes boring holes into you from centimeters away as he asks for a kiss. His hand slides up to cup you when you dazedly nod your head, his thumb finding your clit through the fabric the moment your lips touch.

It's any wonder, through the smoke and the haze of recreational drug usage, that you manage to pull each other's clothes off with any success. He's barely an inch away from you the entire time and you can barely work your fingers, but you both somehow manage on the cramped couch until he presses you over the arm of it. From here, you've got a full view of the tv screen as your boyfriend and both his other friends duke it out in their fighting game--all while his buddy that you barely know gets down on his stomach and slides his tongue up your inner thighs. He barely reacts when Efraim's cum meets his lips at the crest of your folds. He licks it up with the rest, hollowing out his cheeks to suck like he's drinking from a fountain. It occurs to you that maybe your pleasure isn't even his goal--maybe it's just an afterthought to what he really wants, which is to absolutely devour some human pussy while he's got the once-in-a-lifetime chance.

"Ef," You moan, tugging at the sleeve of your boyfriend on the floor, who is thankfully the closest of his three friends to the couch. His hands on the controller, he turns momentarily to kiss your cheek as you hang over the side of the couch, barely taking his eyes off the screen for a split second.

"Mhm. Love you too, baby. Watch me crush these clowns." He chuckles, only half-listening if that. In the meantime there's a cock begging for your attention, smearing sticky precum over your ass as he shakily guides it to slide down your folds. It's cold. It's got rough, sticky bumps that ooze some kind of mildly venomous substance, because you can feel the pricks of the poison as his arousal seeps into your skin. He can barely hold back the gasp when he glides it in, not more than a couple inches breaching your body suddenly before he sinks into all the rest slowly. Slowly, slowly, slowly--each moment as delightfully agonizing as the last as your blood mixes with his venom and creates a popping sensation in your veins that feels like you've been injected with sparkler candies.

Each thrust is deep, his powerful hips a violent set of pistons that throw you forwards against the couch every time. But more than that, his touch itself is penetrating; the beetle yanks your arms back and uses the force to press into you harder, his dick hardening and softening in erratic rhythm as if he's trying to mold himself to squeeze into your tightest cracks. The weed has him aggressive and somewhat feral and the others will tell you that themselves when this is all over--not before he can get you pinned and juiced up with venom to breed you first, though. He at least wanted one round with Efraim's pretty human and he's got it, he's claimed you rightfully when he drags you completely underneath him and dwarfs you under his arms, pumping your pussy with harsh thrusts to finally, eventually, come spilling that one, huge glob of half-beetle half-man cum that he forces down hard to fit into your womb. Even if you scratched and wriggled to get away, he'd press you down with a hand in your hair anyways to make sure it enters you. Only once he feels it disappear and you let out a hitch of gasping breath does he let up, though he reaches around to feel for that swollen lump in your belly before he pulls that sticky mess of his cock out. The strings of sweat, slick, and cum link you together as he leaves a devastating trail behind, undoubtedly staining Efraim's couch in the process.

And with his pants tugged back on he drops down and takes the place of the loser in the rest of their group match, the guys squabbling as guys do amongst themselves as they prep for the next round, passing another blunt between them as they poise their controllers and pick their characters.

Yet you sit back feeling almost pregnant, the mix of Efraim's residual cum plus the odd sphere of semen that was just forced through your cervix leaving you slightly swollen and mostly bloated. The effects of his venom are causing you to leak with arousal, the thin fluid nearly dripping out of you like a faucet so that you can't even mind that you're making an even bigger mess on Efraim's shared couch. It doesn't even matter, because the spider is up next and you have a feeling he lost on purpose, based on that fanged smirk he has on his many-eyed face.

At the very least he has the courtesy to wrap his cock--in his own webbing rather than a condom, but you can't exactly complain. It's a strange sensation to have in your mouth, however, as he takes one giant leg up on the sofa and looms over you to gently feed his string-covered cock past your glossy lips. The aid of his spidery legs in positioning him nearly has him floating over you, lazily slapping his hips against your face as he starts beating your throat in a mindless yet needy rhythm.

"So pretty," He purrs, his inner fangs clacking as he watches your throat bulge with the swell of his bulbous tip. The curved shaft makes it easier to plumb the depths of your mouth in search of a ripe spot to dump his load. "Tell your boyfriend you want us over more." His cackling peppers the sounds of his thick balls smacking your chin and sticking with what remains of his webbing that he shot out errantly. That plap, plap, plap echoes endlessly, degradingly in your ears, yet doesn't move the needle for his friends even when they cast occasional glances over to your spot on the couch. Efraim looks and readjusts his crotch, no doubt trying to mull the erection growing in order to give all his friends a much-needed turn with you. How generous.

"You just love bug cock, huh?" The wolf spider laughs as he spins a web between his fingers over your head. "I bet I'd have a harem of human sex dolls if everyone was as honest as you. Such a good toy." Suddenly the web twists into the form of a rope, and you watch in panic as he loops it around your neck and proceeds to tug--but only at the moment of his orgasm, when the bulge in your throat swells into...a second bulge. It hits you as the air completely leaves your lungs, your neck completely blocked: he wasn't wrapping his dick for protection, he did so in order to catch his cum like a balloon and plop inside you like he would a spider mate. He fixes the web-rope lower into the divot between both bulges, and with minute adjustments there's a sudden twing and the webbing snaps off the tip, fully encasing his bulb of cum to slide down the back of your throat and enter you fully to do...gods know what. He takes the rope away and slides out in one smooth motion, before he tilts your head up with a clawed hand and encourages you to breathe.

"Very good." His soothing tone lasts only a moment before those fangs make a reappearance in a smirk. "You'll be a good incubato-"

"Move it! My turn." The moth appears suddenly and jostles the spider aside, who swings back before hauling himself up to the corner of the ceiling with a grumble. That big smile is both alarming and affirming all at once--he seems kinder and sweeter than you expected, or maybe it's just the weed and the smell of sex in the room that's making him excitable. He tugs his sweatpants down to show off a long, protruding ovipositor, and with some eager repositioning to your side he manages to wriggle it in...just the wrong hole, at first. With your squeak at the unexpected backdoor intrusion, he yelps softly and readjusts towards your clit, which he bumps and rubs affectionately as if his ovipositor is sharing tender kisses with it. You worry a bit that he might try and shove it up there next, but the third time's the charm and as the other guys settle in on the opposite couch and switch the game for a movie, your cunt gushes a little at the smooth insertion of something so long and thin and warm.

"Aaahh.." Your sigh of relief is breathtaking to the group of faded-out insect men, each of whom have next to no interest in what's playing on the screen and instead are just watching you get fucked. Slowly.

"So cuuute....you're so, so cuuuute.." He moans with a distinct rumbling in his throat, which makes the collar of his neck fluff ruffle and bristle in mesmerizing waves. His sparkly dusts flutters over you in a misty shower of tiny particles, each one clinging to your skin and hair and eyelashes. Efraim's beetle friend sits on the floor twiddling his thumbs while he watches intently, in the meantime the wolf spider descends down to the couch to perch next to your boyfriend and chat idly while they enjoy the splendid view.

It takes only a minute or two of that sweet treatment for you to realize why this one hangs out with the others. Once he's pressed his ovipositor deep enough to pinch as it enters your womb, a second appendage beneath the egg depositor starts wriggling beneath his fuzz. It comes bursting out in a shower of powder as if excited--it's a stout, fat tentacle-looking limb, which drips with syrupy slime and struggles for contact until he leans forward enough to grant it access. When he does, you can no longer deal with mild squirming; your body thrashes and hips hump mindlessly as his cock stretches you out, flailing and twisting inside you as it lavishes in the attention your warm cunt gives it. That's when he really starts thrusting, and that same translucent, pinkish syrup drips off his tongue as he drools in complete ecstasy, black-sclera eyes rolling back in his head as he drops all that pristine composure. Lost in bliss, he pins your knees back with his fuzzy hands and folds you into a deep, merciless mating press.

It's no exaggeration to say that the experience is heavenly. Your boyfriend sits chatting with his friends about games and movies and weed, mere feet away, and yet he can still snap a photo of you and some videos while he tells you how sweet you are and how cute you look. How nice you are to let him introduce you to his friends and let them get to know a human for the first time. For letting them go crazy on you like his moth friend is doing right now, and how his other two friends are gearing up for again as they smell your pheromones and get excited at the human going into heat.

Then, while the moth is pounding you in that brutal breeding position, his wings flutter suddenly and he tries to pull back in a panic. He doesn't move. He's stuck--his ovipositor having swollen and latched inside your womb, the egg forming a knot that won't let him pull out of your cervix. The tentacle finally releases with a spray of syrupy cum all over your folds, and retracts slowly back into his body. But despite still being stuck, his egg-laying appendage is thin, and bendable...so the other guys just decide to sort of keep fucking you around it. He has to lean out of the way so the others can make space, but when they make you cum good enough you'll loosen up and let him go, they're sure.

Yeah, they just have to pump you full of more eggs, more cum, more venom, and it'll all work out. Totally. And they can just make sure to give you more weed to ease the process, maybe a little alcohol if you're in the mood to drink. It'll all make it sooooo easy, promise. You won't even feel the swell of your stomach until you look pregnant, or the ache in your throat from choking on all that mutant cock, or even the headache that comes from smoking too much because you'll just be in complete, total bliss. So good. So sweet. Such a nice, soft, breedable toy for all your boyfriend's friends ♡!

[pollymorgan]

Ex-Husband Negan Part 10

Warnings: Hot sex with a camera in hand.

Later in the evening, I found myself sitting in my garden with Negan. Our daughters were sleeping elsewhere and we were alone. It was already dark as I sat on a plastic chair, wrapped in a blanket, sipping on my too strong whisky, while watching Negan build a fire in the small bowl in front of us. I was still very angry with him, of course because of the weird flirting with Lizzie's acting teacher. But mostly, because he didn't see how his behavior hurt me.

Yet, watching him now, focused on the fire, made my heart race. The way the flames illuminated his slightly tanned skin and every single wrinkle. Damn, he looked forbiddenly good. Every year a little more. That damn bastard.

When he was satisfied with his work, he sat down on a chair opposite me and stretched out his long, slender legs. After taking another big sip that burned slowly down my throat, I said, "If an apocalypse ever breaks out, I'll stick to your heels..."

Negan watched the flickering fire intently, his eyes glowing in the special light.

"Darling, I'm certainly not the only one who knows how to move wood to make it burn..." he grinned.

I shrugged, "No, but you're calculating, ruthless, and ruthlessly selfish... I think that would be an advantage in such a world..."

We were silent for a moment, staring at each other until he calmly said, "That may be, but fuck, I would do anything for you and our daughters. Not just in such a situation, but immediately and without hesitation..."

We talked for a while longer, and I have to admit, I snapped at him quite a bit. But I just couldn't let everything slide anymore. If things were to somehow work out between us again, and not just in the bedroom, Negan had to finally accept my boundaries.

Later in the evening, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a white towel tightly around me before heading to Negan's bedroom. He was tapping on his phone, but immediately put it down as I entered the room.

"Hallelujah, I believe I see a damn angel, should I confess, or why this heavenly encounter...?" he said in typical Negan fashion, making me roll my eyes. But then I couldn't help but smile.

"You confess? Sorry, but even the lifetime of an angel wouldn't be enough for that, although they are immortal, right?"

Grinning mischievously, Negan shrugged, his eyes roaming over my body, "Do you know what I'm thinking about right now?"

"What?" I asked, hoping for something somewhat sensible to come out of his mouth this time, although the chances weren't very high.

"Our little honeymoon video..."

-19 years ago-

I jumped in surprise as the shower curtain was suddenly pushed aside. I had been lost in thought and hadn't noticed Negan entering the bathroom. When I turned to him, he stood there, grinning, holding a large black camera in his hand, which he had bought with our wedding money. Quickly turning off the water, I asked incredulously, "What are you doing?"

"I'm filming our honeymoon!" he declared confidently.

We had just gotten married and left for the coast the day after the wedding. We had rented a small beach bungalow, but we hadn't seen the sea since our arrival yesterday. However, we were already quite familiar with the bed.

"Today is the 8th of July, 2004, and my beautiful wife is in the shower, lathering up her perfect tits..." he narrated the situation, pointing the camera at me.

Slightly annoyed, I rolled my eyes, "But we can't show this video to my parents..."

He looked at me joyfully, his dark eyes twinkling, "No, baby! The recordings are just for us... and now just continue where you left off!"

Slightly hesitant, I continued to spread the foam on my cleavage, taking my time. I first gently touched my breasts, then squeezed them harder, gently pinching my nipples to make them harder. Before I took the showerhead and rinsed off the soap.

Negan watched every movement closely, chewing lightly on his lower lip.

"Fuck, my wife is stunning..." he whispered softly into the camera, making me tingle all over with the way he looked at me.

"Come on, my darling, tell us what we've experienced so far..." he commanded.

I tore my gaze away from him and looked directly into the camcorder, "Mhh.. My incredibly hot husband has fucked me four times since we got here..."

"Did you enjoy it?" Negan confidently asked, and I nodded vigorously.

"Is your sweet pussy happy?..." he asked, grinning.

I replied with a smile and a clear 'yes'.

"Come on, show it a little to the camera..."

Instantly, I felt my cheeks flush even more than they already were. "Negan..." I said uncertainly.

"Come on, my angel... in a few years, we'll be glad we have this film..." he said expectantly.

After a few seconds of my mind racing, I looked around the small shower stall, "Oh, I don't know how, there's not enough space here..."

He reached out his hand, "Then come on, onto the bed with you..."

Feeling nervous, I took his hand and stepped out of the shower. As I walked past him towards the bedroom, I could feel his gaze on my wet body.

"Holy shit, what a hot ass..." Negan called after me before quickly following me.

I slowly climbed onto the big bed, the covers still tousled and clearly smelling of sex. Hard, good, uninhibited sex.

He licked his lips eagerly as he held the camera. My hair was soaking wet, and the water droplets ran down my skin, giving me goosebumps.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispered to me in a deep voice as I began to caress myself gently. Starting with my breasts again, but quickly moving down to my stomach, drawing small circles while my legs were bent but still closed.

"Come on, sweetheart, show me where you need my hard cock..." he commanded, opening his pants with one hand to give himself some freedom.

I placed my hand flat between my legs, covering my warm, aroused vulva. Then I spread my legs wide, eliciting a satisfied sound from Negan.

"Play with it a little... make it nice, wet and ready for me..." my husband ordered with the camera in hand, and I immediately did as he asked, even though it wasn't necessary anymore since I was already more than aroused.

Gently, I ran two fingers through my folds, spreading my moisture. Then I applied light pressure to my swollen clit, keeping my eyes only on Negan. He watched me for a while, enjoying how I softly moaned his name, until he finally remarked, "Sweetheart, that looks incredibly delicious..."

I withdrew the two fingers that had just entered me, bringing them directly to my mouth. Slowly, I moistened my lips with my juices and then licked the rest off with relish.

"I think you should try it yourself..." I winked at him, watching his Adam's apple bob up and down as he stared at me with his mouth slightly open.

Immediately, his expression turned into a wide grin as he positioned the camera on the small cabinet behind him and quickly checked if everything was in frame.

Then he climbed onto the bed with me, never breaking eye contact. Not even when he ran his tongue all the way through my center, taking in as much of my essence as possible.

His touches made my body tremble. Instantly, his soft lips placed kisses on my most sensitive spot. I desperately searched for something to hold onto. It was so intense that I needed support. Eventually, my fingers buried themselves in his hair, pressing him closer to me. As he licked me to the brink of madness, my thighs shook, and a powerful orgasm engulfed me after a short time.