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Imagine a horribly clumsy creator in the sagau... like trips over their own feet, starts coughing due to choking on air randomly, knocking a vase off a table that was in the middle of the table somehow???? Silly goofy stuff like that (I pull these silly goofs often personally)
(obv goes w/o saying sorry for being so late to reply /gen) ;-;
clumsy reader is so me core idk why i didnt think of this lmao
(this gif is liek the modern equivalent of Charlotte posting ur embarrassing clumsy moments on insta Steambird acc lmao)
(so sometimes im lazy and dont include the ask stuff esp if its shorter like this, so here's at least the characters in this one: Fontaine ppl <3 along with a G for general audience, barring cuss words)
Navia would politely ask you to go the edge or whatever area ur in whenever she pulls out her cannons/guns LMAO
every time you and either Clorinde or Neuvillette are walking next to you, or doing rlly anything, its like night and day
ur out here finding all the cracks in the sidewalk, bumping everything that could even possibly have a liquid in it, and have constant bruises from hip checking/stubbing toes on mechas walking around
Clorinde is impressed at that point bc mechas are actively programmed to get out of your way, so how u managed to put them back into ur way rlly fascinates her 😭😭
Neuvillette would like to wrap u in fabric/bubble wrap equivalent for his old ass, in an attempt to desperately stop u from hurting urself lol
u get a new coat or new pants from him all the time, u just thought at first he was rlly into giving u Fontaine fashion until Furina pointed out that it was spring/summer and you wouldn't wear thick woolen pants and fur-lined coats everyday 💀
(poor dragon guy doesn't rlly get the practical side of clothes, he likes fashion, but he inadvertently subscribes to the "hoes don't get cold" philosophy by being an ancient dragon lord)
Wriothesley is unfortunately nice enough to constantly try and catch his poor god, which ends well for neither of you 50% of the time
its not even ur weight takes him down, he's buff as hell after all, and he's dealt with rowdy inmates, its just.. ur clumsiness spreads.
if ur tripping, and the poor Duke reaches out to catch you, ur reaching out at the same time to steady urself on a side table w/a vase full of water, which u then knock off, drenching ur back and his face at the same time LMAO
he doesn't learn, despite u literally begging him to stop trying to help u, then u try and compromise to just let u fall and help u afterward asdfghkl-
Wrio's too chivalrous tho, the most u can get him to do is always grab ur arm instead of trying to bodily catch you
if u think after the first like, ✌️ TWO times Lynette is willing to help you, u r so wrong lmao
she's seen her brothers clumsiness, she knows theres no saving u
she does comfort u after slipping (not even falling but just flailing dramatically) for the 5th time in the puddles around water fountains tho
Lyney and Freminet are lowkey legit convinced someones cursed their god atp 😰
Freminet always had bandaids for u, and Lyney keeps a supply of ur fav candy to cheer u up after embarrassing urself by falling ass backwards right into the Fountain of Lucine right in front of Opera house lmao
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...Charlotte thinks this is all vv hilarious, no she has no respect for ur godliness, her archon was Furina like LMAO- IM SORRYYY
(she has started a small section in the steambird of a near daily- DAILY picture of u being clumsy 😭)
(u, not srsly, threaten to smite her and she just giggles)
(its ok they take it all in a cute/endearing trait type of way)
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again, sorry for lateness, when i reopen askbox (soon, FINALLY-)
ill try and stay more on top of it and try and sort whatre just chats/non-requests better too 😭😭
hope u guys are having a good week!! tysm for being patient and nice to me :')
Safe Travels Kai,
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— s4!sam who fucks his brother’s girlfriend to the point that she’s practically cockdrunk.
Content warning heavy dom!sam, cheating, degrading, crying (sexual), dacryphilla, overstimulation, piv (unprotected), rough sex, blowjob, deepthroating, sir kink (1x), degrading use of names (slut, cockslut, cumslut), breeding kink, sam turns soft at the end, sam winchesters dick (it deserves a warning), and other.
16+ (I am not responsible for the content you consume under 16. That is your own responsibility.)
A/N i am so sorry for the sin i have committed.
Dean left you and Sam alone. You were Dean’s girlfriend of a few months, who was so happy to see him return from hell. But something was different, something was different about Sam, and you felt this attraction that you knew you shouldn’t have about your boyfriend’s brother.
He was more commanding, more dominant over anyone he encountered. He was just… he was ruthless. He took what he wanted when he wanted it.
And you were what he wanted.
Sam had you down on your knees. Unzipping his jeans and revealing his boxer briefs to you, along with his thick cock straining against the light fabric. You didn’t remember how you got in this position. But right now, you were completely at his mercy.
Sam chuckled darkly, looking at your wide, needy eyes. Pupils full with lust and a hidden desire behind them.
“You really are a slut.” He commented, noticing how your gaze was trained on the bulge in his boxers. He was obviously much, much larger than your boyfriend.
He pulled his cock out, your tongue lolling out. He smirked at your eagerness. He thought it was funny how he had you begging for him after trying to resist him a few minutes ago.
“You gonna suck it like a good girl? Hm?” You nodded, but he wanted words. He slapped your cheek and you let out a whine at his hand hitting your face.
“Answer. Me.”
“Y-Yes, Sir..” Your lips quivered, and he slid his cock in between your waiting parted lips. He groaned as he felt the warmth of your mouth surrounding him. But he held his composure.
“Suck.”
You had your hands behind your back, you knew better than to touch him. And you sucked on his tip first, before taking a half of him further in your throat. He felt your throat tighten.
“Use your hands.” He added, you lifted your hands to stroke the rest of his length as you eagerly bobbed your head. His rough fingertips brushing against your red cheek before he tangled them in your locks.
He then pushed your head further down his cock, he could hear the lewd noises of your gagging. And he smirked again. Your nose was pressed against his base. Tears welling up at your eyes as he held your head there for a few moments.
When he finally pulled you off, you gasped for air. But you were already missing his heavy cock on your tongue. You started to trail your tongue underneath his head of his dick. He groaned, tugging at your hair, making you look up at him.
“Don’t tease me, baby.. you don’t wanna be a bad girl, do you?” You whimpered, nodding your head before engulfing him in your mouth again. Moving your head at a steady pace, your hands reached back up to stroke the parts you couldn’t fit.
He let out a grunt, his hips bucked. Making you take more of him.
The sounds of your gagging around his cock were vulgar, but you still didn’t stop.
When he felt himself getting closer, he grabbed a fist of your hair firmly. Making you look back up at him. Your mascara was running down your cheeks, spit drooling down on your chin.
He chuckled, “You really are a cockdrunk, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of this big dick shoved down your throat? Is that it, Honey?”
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He grabbed your arm, forcing you to stand up as you tossed you on the bed. Your legs parted by his hands. You mewled at the cold air hitting your pussy.
He didn’t bother in prepping you, you were obviously fucking wet. Dripping like a goddamn faucet.
Before any warning, he plunged his cock into you. The current position he had you in, face down and ass up, had you thinking he was impossibly deep.
He smacked your left ass cheek before moving to the left one. Earning a cry from you.
“You’re gonna fucking take it, aren’t you, Sweetheart? Gonna let me fill this pretty pussy?” You moaned in response, and as much as he’d like to punish you, his cock throbbed for your tight cunt fluttering around him.
He began to thrust, pulling you up against his chest with his hand wrapped around your throat. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you feel just the right dizzy feeling.
The sound of his balls hitting your ass was loud. And your moans, your cries.. Whoever was within a few feet would probably think you were in pain. But oh, it was the complete opposite.
You sobbed out pleas, tears welling up in your eyes at his rough, relentless pace. He felt your pussy clench around his cock and he groaned.
“Fuck, you’re crying, baby? Crying because you can’t take it?” He teased, turning your head by your jaw to look at him.
“S-Sam.. I- I can’t- auh! You’re too big- please, I can’t-“ You sounded pathetic, your tears streaming down your cheeks. Sam couldn’t help but feel his cock pulse inside of you, a mix between a grunt and a growl escaping his lips as he fucked up into you.
“But you were begging for it, Honey.. Begging for my dick to spilt you open, right? You can take it.. You will take it.”
Fuck, he had you in a trance. He grunted when he felt your cunt flutter around him, signaling you were close. The room smelled of arousal, and the squelching sounds of his cock pounding your soaked pussy was obscene. Your cries got louder, his name falling from your lips in an attempt to get him to be more gentle. But he ignored them, sneaking his hand down to rub at your swollen bud as his other cupped your neck. Applying a new intimacy just by his rough treatment.
You were so close, so fucking close. He knew it.
“Pl-Please.. Can.. Can I cum? Can I cum- please, Sam!” You screamed when he slammed against that spongy spot that your own fingers couldn’t reach over and over again. You were crying, crying at the stimulation of it all.
“Fuck, you are a cockslut huh? So drunk on this big, thick dick stretching your little pussy open? C’mon.. make a mess on my cock.” You cried even louder, your eyes rolling back in your head. White streams of pleasure rushing to your core as you saw stars.
He fucked you even harder it seemed, and it felt good for the first few thrusts- but he didn’t seem to slow down. He was chasing his own impending orgasm.
The overstimulation was starting to sink in. His hand let go of your throat, turning your jaw to make you look at him. He watched as the tears streamed down your face.
Your lips swollen from his previous assault of kisses, and he once again smashed his lips against your own. Your mouth partinh instinctively to let him dominate the kiss with his tongue.
He knew he was gonna cum, and he wasn’t going to stop pounding your pussy until he did.
You knew better than to complain, but that didn’t stop your tears from flowing. Your pussy was still gushing down his length. He groaned again, his thrusts faltering as he whispered in your ear, “Fuck.. You’re gonna feel me for days, Everytime you look at Dean, you’re gonna remember this.. Remember how I made you feel. Gonna fill this tight pussy with my cum, huh? You’d like it wouldn’t you? Fucking cumslut.”
You nodded, too fucking dazed to think about what he was about to do to you. How he was about to claim you.
“Y-Yeah- mm.. want you to fill my pussy, Sammy.. wanna be your good girl-“ You moaned, your body still wasn’t used to the overstimulation, but it was enjoyable. Even if you were gonna be sore for a week.
“That’s it- Fuuuuucckk.. take it- take it..” His hips stilled as he came, groaning as he watched your previous orgasm mix with his own.
He pulled his cock out from your hole carefully. And despite the mean demeanor from just a few moments ago, he still checked on you.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He questioned, tucking his softening cock back in his boxers.
“No.. it was perfect, Sam.” You managed a lazy smile, and he chuckled.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
#sam winchester smut#supernatural#fem!reader#sam winchester#jared padalecki#sam winchester x female reader#this is pure filth.#my mind is so dirty omg.#i need his cock oh my god
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Well Good Luck, Touga! [x]
#every utena ship must have a Good Luck Babe edit it is inevitable#god saionji rlly knew exactly who touga was and read him for filth but still came crawling back every time#my toxic yaoi boys 😭#revolutionary girl utena#rgu#shojou kakumei utena#sku#my post#amv#edit#tiktok#good luck babe#saionji kyouichi#touga kiryuu#himemeiya#video
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A Dominis and MC sandwich with a nice Subastian filling 🥰
🔞 NSFW // MDNI 🔞
Full uncensored version on [twitter] and [poipiku]~
Currently unrelated to what I have going on with Reprieve – this is more like...a bonus/extra 😉 Just a little scene that I couldn't get out of my head but I also knew that I wouldn't be able to fit it into my mini fancomic 😔
Thanks to @just-another-fanfiction-writer for making me feral enough to draw this as a standalone when we both realized we had this same exact scene playing out in our (apparently) shared mind theater lolll. The short dialogues she wrote about it (some of it’s featured in the version with speech bubbles) made me just – GRRRrrRRrRR – have to draw this to get it out of my system 😮💨🥵🫠💕
#gods i feel like i haven't drawn anything wholesome in SO LONG#am i just a full-time filth artist now??? 🥴#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#ominis gaunt#sebastian sallow#sebastian x mc#ominis x mc#hogwarts legacy mc#sebinis#shadow trio#cels OCs#clementine hartford#celdraws#celerynights#celerydays#hl#hl art#hl reprieve
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However long we have to wait for a DM sex scene on our screens, I just hope and pray that we get to HEAR them. Because Eric and Assad’s voices… TOGETHER…
Fffffffuuckkkk
#And for the love of god pls let Eric spew some filth you wanted to cast a Bogosian type for a reason and you know it#devil’s minion#amc iwtv#daniel molloy#the vampire armand#amc interview with the vampire#eric bogosian#assad zaman
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#ultrakill#ultrakill shitpost#shitpost#meme#ultrakill edit#ultrakill filth#god forgive me#and my actions#amen#im so sorry Ultrakill fandom
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rahhhh i’m such a fan of your writing omg and I never request stuff so i’m very nervous to send this but can I Pretty Please ask for something w kyle who’s usually more of a sub being asked to like Go Crazy Dom and at first he’s nervous but then like completely gets into it and wrecks reader’s shit please…. thank u for yr service🙏🏼
Oh lovelies you never need to be nervous when sending requests, I know it can be intimidating but believe me I say this truly makes my day!
That being said, I hope you don't mind that I've combo the request with someone else's! I'm getting a lot of Kyle and I wanna make sure everyone gets a little of what they want! And there is filth ahead so get your bibles ready. Sinners the lot of you.
Me too
Warning: NSFW, Slight choking, Dom!Kyle, Sub!Reader, Breeding Kink, Oral, Strong Language
Pairing: Kyle x Fem!Reader
Notes: Shout out to the roommate who talked me through making a Danish so I didn't have to google it lmao.
The smell of brown sugar and cinnamon filled the air swirling around in your small kitchen. The morning light peeks through the curtains of the circular window in front of the sink, you smile at the view of lilac and orange seemed to blend. You've read things online where people compared the morning sky to painting where the paint seemed to just melt together, and it seemed like one of those days. If you were better with a camera, you'd take a picture just to share it. That and the fact that you had a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a very sleepy curly red-haired man nuzzling into your shoulder.
Your husband Kyle was never a morning person, for all his perfections and his strict schedule keeping, when the morning sun would greet him, he'd return the greeting with a groan and a feeble attempt to hide. You were trying to revive the poor man by making a pot of coffee, the warm brown liquid was the only thing that brought him back to the land of the living. The man ran off of coffee, you were sure the Tweeks owed half their business to him. With the coffee pot humming its little tune and the smell of ingredients laid out across the counter this morning just seemed perfect. Now if only your husband didn't have to leave and go to work if he could just stay with you and keep you warm.
The crisp morning air seeped into the house and sure you could change out of the basketball shorts you stole from him, and the large T-shirt you stole from him, oh the fluffy socks you stole from him but then you wouldn't smell like him. Because he would be leaving after he got through with his morning routine, and you'd be alone in this cold little house.
"What's with the face baby?" His voice broke you out of your little pout, the sleepy gravel laced in each word sent a shiver down your spine.
"What face? I'm making apple and brown sugar Danishes..." You say with a little smile on your face knowing full well he was going to keep bugging you about this.
"Hm... that’s why you had your lip poked out. And your brows were doing that thing." How did he know? He still had his face buried in you, now pushed into the crook of your neck.
You only hum in response as you focus on the apple in your hands, the knife gliding across the skin of the ruby red fruit. He knew better than to mess with you while you were handling dangerous kitchen tools, so he waited until you finished. Once you finished slicing the apples you gently placed them into the lemon water mixture, it would keep the apples fresh while you worked on the rest of the pastry. Next your hands find the mixing tool and begin to pull together nutmeg, brown sugar, butter, salt, and finally the cinnamon. Because you didn't have a lot of time in the mornings, knowing your husband had little time, you prepared the flour before he even stirred.
"You can't ignore me forever; I'm just going to keep bugging you until you tell me why you made such an adorable face." Kyle reminds you that he's still latched onto you by placing a lazy kiss on your neck, his lips trailing down towards your shoulder touching any skin that's exposed by the baggy shirt.
Every little kiss pulled you further and further away from your mixing, you couldn't help but melt under his affection. That didn't stop you from trying. You try squirming away from his lips, pushing your cheek against his face to nudge it out of the way.
"Baby, I'm trying to make you breakfast. Do you want to go to work hungry?"
"Hmm no, but if it means getting you to talk then I can suffer a little." He responds by tugging you back against him pulling you away from the bowl, the only shield against his wondering lips.
Kyle turns you around and lifts you up so you're facing him, using the counter so that you can look him in the eye. He's lucky you already put the ingredients you needed in the bowl, it didn't matter how pretty he looked with his messy bedhead and his soft green eyes, if he ruined your work, he'd get more than a pout. You expect him to move his hands from under your thighs, but he doesn't, instead he slots himself in between your legs and keeps the warmth of his palm on your exposed skin.
"No where to run now, come on love talk to me."
You look away for a moment, the heat from his hands was almost as warm as the blush on your face. "I- was just thinking about how lonely it is sometimes when you leave for work. I miss you..." You finally cave, how can you not under his gaze especially when it softens as you speak.
Kyle lets out a soft 'oh' that seems to drag out along with a sigh. He places a soft kiss on your cheek, one of his hands leaves your thigh and cups the side of your face his lips aren't on. "I'm sorry, you know getting out of bed is one of the hardest things I do every morning. I want nothing more than to stay wrapped up in the blankets with you."
This is why you didn't want to say anything, it was a selfish feeling. He was the one going out to provide for you both, he was the one who had to leave the house while he insisted that you stayed home to relax. When you first married Kyle, it was one of the first things he expressed he wanted, the need to take care of you and pamper you. It was a dream at first, having all that time to yourself and your hobbies and the only thing you needed to focus on was keeping the house clean.
Kyle pulls your face towards him, his index finger hooking under your chin to guide you back to him. His face drops to a frown when he sees the look on your face, his eyes studying you carefully.
"Hey, why don't we go out tonight? We can get some dinner and maybe catch a movie?" He's trying and it's so sweet, the way he doesn't seem to even mind your selfishness.
"That sounds nice. I'm sorry Kyle." You smile at him giving him a little kiss on the nose.
"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."
"It's just-...you're the one that has to work and I'm being, I dunno clingy?"
"Baby you're not clingy. Honestly, I love that you want me here. I want to be here." If he wasn't already smiling at the way you kissed his nose, he definitely has a love filled grin now.
"I know and it makes me feel bad for telling you. Like, it's probably already hard enough for you to go to work."
Kyle goes quiet for a only a moment before shaking his head, the red curls bouncing from side to side as he does. He sighs softly and looks at you with heavy lidded eyes. The love in his smile matches the soft greens of his eyes.
"You're so sweet. Such a wonderful wife, you know that? I can't believe I'm this lucky to have married someone so considerate." Between his barrage of compliments and the way he peppers your face with so many soft kisses you can't argue back. "You're not making my life harder by wanting me to stay, I'm not burdened by you, I promise. Have I ever been the kind of guy to keep that kind of thing quiet?"
No. If Kyle Broflovski felt strongly about something you would hear it. It was honestly one of your favorite things about him, you never had to guess how he felt or if he wasn't upset and was too afraid to tell you. There were moments where he needed time to sort out his feelings or he'd explode, and he swore he'd never do that to you. Not you, not the person he bound his life to.
"There's more to this isn't there? Come on love, what is it?" Kyle Broflovski was also very good at reading you, turns out.
You pressed your lips together as your hands worked up towards his hair, carding your fingers through his fiery red curls. He hummed in delight at the way your fingers felt against his scalp, if you didn't want to risk ruining the moment, you'd compare him to a cat.
One should feel honored that Kyle would even allow them to see his hair when he was a kid, now here you were touching it and even massaging his scalp. You swore if you had enough time, you'd have him purring in your hands.
"I was just thinking about a way to not make the house so lonely."
"You want me to see if I can't start working from home? It'll be a little difficult, but I can-"
"No, no. I mean that would be awesome but no. I mean like...what if we had a little us running around? You know?" You whisper letting your voice drop as if someone could be listening in on your conversation.
Kyle's eyes widen and you watch his face turn a bright red, the freckles on his face pop against his skin. You've never seen him react like that, even before you were married in those early dating stages. Sure, there were times where he got nervous, times where he felt his heart speed up when he looked at you, times where he was puddy in your hands and you could pull a side of him that he'd never show anyone else.
In the bedroom it was you who took the lead. Maybe it was because Kyle was so busy being "dominate" in other parts of your relationship that when it was time for love making, he just wanted to let someone else have control. Being able to shut his mind off and just focus on the wonderful feeling you gave him was what heaven felt like, he was sure. And he was just lucky you liked the role, that you took to it so easily. There was no shame in his eyes, he just wanted to keep what you both did between you two. The world didn't need to know what went on behind closed doors. But the way he looked at you told a different story.
"You...want a baby? My baby?" His voice matches your level, but his voice seems to dip lower than his usual sleepy voice.
"Who else? I know we haven't really talked about it, but I think we're in a good spot and we'd make really good parents."
When Kyle doesn't respond you squirm a little on the counter, shifting in his hold that seemed to tighten around your thigh. You watched as he took a deep breath, and his eyes fluttered shut. Then he grabbed his phone and began tapping away against the screen. You went to move so you could give him the privacy he needed as your eyes caught the little text bubbles being sent. You tried your hardest not to read what he was texting but his hand on your thigh squeezed around the soft flesh, a silent warning to keep still. The way his jaw shifts and the veins in his arms poke out makes you tilt your head in confusion.
"I called off." His voice breaking the silence makes you jolt, that and the way he tosses his phone to the side.
"What?! Why!? I don't want to be the reason you're staying home." You try to protest further but you're cut off by the way his lips slam into yours.
"I've got plenty of sick days I never use. You're sitting here in my clothes talking about wanting my baby. And god damn it I didn't even want to go in today anyway." He growls in between the kisses, emphasizing each word.
"I always wear your clothes though! I don't see-... Kyle did asking for a baby get you worked up?" You ask pulling him back from your lips by his hair, he usually likes when you tug on the roots.
He lets out a small moan, but it's cut off by another growl, he grabs your hands holding your smaller wrists in his one hand. Pinning them above your head against the cabinets behind you makes you gasp, and your eyes widen. This was a new side to him that had your core pulsing with desire.
He didn't need to answer, you got it from that alone, but he did. "You have no idea how long I've been thinking about wanting to fill you up. How bad I wanna cum in you until there's no question that you're pregnant."
You shutter and whimper at the way he speaks to you, his dirty talk working its magic. As the years went on, he worked on trying to keep it out of his vocabulary, but in moments like this where he gets worked up it would slip out.
But it never came out like this, you never realized how much you liked Kyle like this. You never saw the looks he would give you when you were so busy taking care of Ike. The way his eyes would linger with a dark hunger behind them as you took care of his baby brother like it was second nature. Thoughts of your own kids grabbing at your hip and hugging your leg, a baby in your arms and another one in his. How jealous he was that Stan told him one night that he was trying with his partner for kids. How Kenny already had one with another one the way. Kyle wanted his kids to grow up with theirs, maybe they'd be best friends like they were.
More importantly he wanted to see you pregnant, the need to take care of you was ingrained so deeply that he wanted this. Needed this. His cock was aching already over the fact that you brought it up and he didn't have to. You came to him wanting a baby and fuck he was going to give you one. Especially if you kept whimpering and pressing your body against his like that.
"Who's getting worked up now? Do you like that idea? C'mon talk to me Mama." Oh, the way he called you that was dangerous, his hot breath ghosting over your exposed collarbone.
"I-I-" You can't get it out, the way your head is spinning and the way his lips are working, making his mark on your skin. You yelp when his teeth sink in and his grip on your wrists tightens. "I do! I-I want you!"
He seemed to like that, liked the way you beg for him so easily. You feel him smirk into your skin and his free hand push up your shirt. His fingertips glide across your skin finding your breasts, there he gives your nipple a sharp pinch, rolling the nub between his index finger and this thumb. "You sound so pretty like this; I should have done this forever ago.... I'm gonna let your hands go so I can get this shirt off you. You keep them there." Kyle wasn't asking, not the way he clicked his tongue and rolled your nipple.
You cry out and nod, barely able to verbally respond, the pain was intoxicated something you didn't even know you liked. If this was how he was acting from just talking about putting a baby in you, you couldn't wait until he was actually fucking you. For now, you'd play his game, keep your hands above your head so he can slip the faded T-shirt off you.
"I never get tired of this." Next comes your shorts, he unties the strings keeping the baggy basketball shorts up and around your waist. His hands working on pulling them down until they pool beneath his feet, kicking them to the side. "I can't believe you thought for a second I would be upset with you for wanting me to stay home. Fuck, I'm glad you said something. Guess I don't have to worry about going to work hungry hm?" He returns to your neck, but he doesn't stay for long, he kisses a heated trail down to your breasts.
There his lips latch onto your hardening buds. His tongue swirls around the pink flesh hungrily sucking until they're red and sore. Each little cry and moan you let out only encourages him to give the other side the same attention. All the while his hands work on opening your legs to him.
His attention is pulled away when he feels your soaked cunt. Expecting to find your panties, he growls and looks down at you. You don't know how he went from looking you in the eye, to almost hovering over you with such a dangerous look. How he made you feel so small like you were prey.
"Was this a part of your plan? Make those adorable pouting faces and get me to fuck you on the kitchen counter? Wear nothing under my clothes so I can dive right into that delicious looking pussy?" You moan and throw your head back, not just from how filthy he spoke but from how he bit the inside of your thigh.
Teeth marks marking up and down your plump perfect thighs, they were perfect to him. Perfect in the way they felt under his teeth, perfect in the way they filled his hand, perfect in the way you tasted. All of you was perfect.
"Oh fuck~" You're nearly cut off by another gasp as his nips turn to kisses against your slit.
"Keep moaning like that, it goes so well with my breakfast." The way his tongue slipped through the lips of your cunt against your bud made your gasp turn to moans.
Kyle devoured you like you were his last meal, his tongue swirls around your nub like he had your breasts. You couldn't help as your hips rolled against his tongue chasing pleasure with greed, but he stops you with a firm hold on your thighs. His teeth graze your bud as a warning, a silent demand for you to sit still, but if the way he spoke and pinned you down was anything to go off of; you needed to keep pushing. So, you pushed against his hold again, squirming against his mouth.
When Kyle pulls back and clicks his tongue, it isn't until you see the look in his eyes that you know you're in trouble. "I kept my hands up like you told me to...w-what is it?"
"You know what. I'm trying to eat my meal in peace and you're making it very hard. Quit being a brat."
"But I was just-"
Kyle cuts you off again, but not with his lips or his own words, but from his hands wrapped around your throat. The tips of his fingers applied a healthy amount of pressure to cut off just enough air to make your head spin. His eyes narrow down at you as he forces your head up.
"You were just...what? Arguing with me? No, I think you were going to say, I'm sorry I won't move my hips again. I'll keep still so you can eat."
He waits. Waits for you to nod before letting your throat go, then he waits another second looking at you expectedly. As you gasp for air your tongue traces your bottom lip. "I... I’m sorry and I'll keep still so you can eat."
"Good girl."
Oh. Oh. Maybe you were more of a switch than you thought. Maybe it was just the way he said that with that delicious purr. At this moment you didn't really care to put a label on it, you were just burning from the praise. Not like you had a lot of time to think about it anyway, not when he knelt back down and started eating you out. His lips latched onto the sensitive nub pulling a moan from you as he sucked, his tongue flicks over it again and again. He's attentive to every sound you make from the way your muscles flex and bounce under his touch. All but humming when your yell for God or his name.
Throwing your head back, you swore you were seeing stars when he shook his head back and forth. The friction had you clenching around nothing and your nails digging into the wooden cabinets behind you.
"Kyle baby, I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum. I-I've been good I did what you told me!"
When he doesn't say anything, you have to fight the urge to grab him by the head and force him to look up at you. Slowly he looks up at you and the little flicker of fire behind them tells you all you need. It takes everything in your power not to close your eyes as you cum around his tongue, even more so when his tongue begins to greedily lap it up. You mewl and squirm trying to pull away from him, but he won't let you, won't let you move from his hold. Nothing you could have baked for him would taste as perfect as you do.
"So sweet~. Hmm always taking care of me." Kyle rubs his lips against your thighs again, wiping the slick off his jaw.
As he stands back up, he can't help but admire his work. The way your skin is marked with his teeth marks, the purple bruises on your thighs shaped like his hand, and now the way your face is flushed a dark red as you try to catch your breath. You can't quite read what's going on in his head, but he's got that look like he's thinking about something. The way his brows knit together and his eyes flicker from you to around the room.
Then he hums, picks you up and carries you over to the kitchen table. You shiver when the cool wood hits your back but it's a distant complaint as he hovers over you. Somewhere between the counter and the table he's slipped off his plaid bottoms and his boxers. Discarded somewhere with your clothes, you click back into reality as he pulls his shirt over his head. Most of his freckles are covering his shoulders, dusting across the pale skin and down his back. He raises a brow at you when he catches you admiring just how handsome he really is. It's only morning and he's already got you so dazed and worked up.
"Got something to say Mama?"
Fuck you were really beginning to like that, "just thinking about how incredibly lucky I am. We're gonna make some really pretty babies."
He smirks at you, the kind that would have made you fall to your knees if you weren't laying on the table. "Yeah? I was just thinking the same thing. How fucking beautiful you are. How pretty you're gonna look when I finally paint your insides."
You cover your mouth to stop the moan from slipping out of your mouth, but once again he stops you and pins your hands by your side. "No. Let me hear you. I need to hear you begging for my cock. Beg me to fill you up."
It takes a few teasing glides of his cock over you folds and a few more growls before you finally cave. The way the words roll of your tongue is like sin. "Please Kyle, I want you to fuck a baby into me. I want it so bad; it has to be you. Only you!"
"Fuck!" His own resolve crumbles just as the tip of his cock slips back down to your begging hole.
This isn't the first time you've felt him without a condom but this time it felt so different. Knowing he wasn't going to pull out this time was exciting, the fact that he could just let go and take you however he wanted. To claim you with his cum. You're so caught up in your own thoughts you don't even feel the way he puts your legs up on his shoulders, or his curls brushing against your face. It isn't until he finally sheathes himself into you that you snap out of it. You moan next to his ear when he bottoms out in you, the way your thighs burn feels so good.
"Your cunt's choking me, trying to milk me already baby? Don't worry I'll give you every last drop." Kyle lulls his head to the side as he begins lazily rocking into you.
You're almost folded in half from the way he has you under him, knees pushed back towards your shoulders. Kyle's got your hands still pinned by the side of your head; fingers intertwined with yours. Normally his eyes would flutter shut, he'd give into the sensation of his cock nudging into your walls, but this time he keeps them open. Like he is trying to memorize every time your lips form that cute little 'o' and a moan comes spilling out. The way your moans pitch up when he hits that delicious spot. The way you pant and beg for him to go faster.
That's when he shifts, the loving hold and lazy thrusts turn to fast paced fucking. Love making is always there, you never doubt that, but the way he's got his hands around your waist pulling you back onto his cock feels so raw. He slams into you with a newfound force neither of you knew he could muster. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, stars dancing across your vision. He rewards you with his own moans and grunts, the further his cock head pushes past your walls the faster he brings you to climax. Now that your hands are free from his strong grip, you place them on his forearm’s nails digging into his flesh. He hisses but it only seems to push him further.
"Come on baby. Cum around my cock. Yeah, just like that. Just like that!"
You arch your back and give him all you have. Your walls finally grip his cock as you reach your peak. Between your heart beating in your ears and the way he slams back into you, it's almost too much. Kyle finds a way to keep you on the line without pushing you too far. You feel the way his hips begin to stutter, and his moans become ragged. You know he's close.
"Yeah. Fuck you feel so good, I'm gonna- gotta fill you up. Take it!" He groans and then you feel his hot seed against your walls. Pushing up into your cunt, he plugs your hole with a final slam of his hips.
You and your husband lay there against one another, panting heavily until your breathing slows down to match one another. You can feel his lips pressed against your neck and his eyelashes tickle your skin. When you move your hands to his hair again, he knows you're okay, he presses a few short kisses onto your soft lips. Kyle feels you smile against his lips, and he doesn't even bother stopping the lazy one that comes across his.
"Never seen that side of you. I like it." You purr finally able to talk now that you've slowed down.
"Hm, keep that in mind when we do this again."
"Again?"
"Oh baby, we've got all day. It's Friday. I'm going to treat you to dinner like I promised. After that I'll take you upstairs and we're going to do this again. And again. Aaaaaand again. I'll keep my cock plugged in you like this and we'll go to sleep." His fingers push back into your hair, pushing it out of your sweaty face.
"J-Jesus Kyle." You shutter under his touch, unable to stop the way your walls flutter around him again. You can feel his cock bob in response, and when he slides his hardened member out slowly; you feel every little vein like he wants you to memorize it.
"Gotta make sure you're pregnant. My perfect, beautiful, wonderful wife deserves to be a mama. And what kind of husband would I be if I didn't give her exactly what she wants?" Kyle smirks down at you with newfound energy.
It was going to be a long morning, maybe you could convince him to let you finish making those pastries but you had a feeling that would be a battle. Especially since he's already started thrusting back into you. Maybe a few more rounds wouldn't hurt, you could always have him put the baked goods in the oven. After all he was doing so well already.
#south park#reader insert#sp fanfiction#south park x reader#x reader#south park fanfiction#anon ask#i do for you anon#requests fuel me!!#kyle broflovski x reader#kyle broflovski#shhh its a secret#oh god#this is sin#filthy thoughts#filth#its smut#craaaaazy#just love how the fandom is just so down bad for this nerd#he might be a little ooc#i don't care#hey here's a fun game#everytime I write someone getting plowed in a kitchen#take a shot#don't do that#behave#or don't#I'm not your mom#hey next is some fluff#shh it's a secret
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Daniel taking more of a backseat during this session is, IMO, not only in deference to what is a highly traumatic memory for Louis, but also a calculated move on his part that speaks to the longer game he’s trying to play. He wants to take down Armand and remembering San Francisco just made it a real personal vendetta. But Armand can deflect Daniel’s blunt provocations (or at least suppress his reaction to them) pretty easily so that’s not going to work. Armand’s only weakness at this point in time is Louis. So it’s not only essential that Daniel stay on Louis’ good side, but also carefully nudge Louis to seeing the darker side to and duplicitous nature of Armand’s actions. This has already proven to work for him: at the end of episode 5, Daniel, in an uncharacteristically gentle tone, calmly led Louis to the conclusion he already reached about what (who) happened to both their memories. He’s indeed very careful all throughout the recollection of the trial to not be too flippant or interject too often. But when he does, outside of a few exceptions, he deliberately calls attention to Armand: his position in the narrative, the scope of his actions, emphasizing what he failed to do. It’s not quite enough to completely turn Louis against Armand, but seeds have been planted and I don’t believe it will take much more nudging from Daniel to send it all over the edge.
#iwtv spoilers#interview with the vampire#daniel molloy#the character you are#to bring back the claudia-daniel parallels: i’m thinking of how claudia kept playing chess with lestat despite constantly losing#until she finally figured out how to beat him#that’s essentially what daniel is trying to do with armand#and while i think dubai is set to go nuclear in the season finale#i’m not wholly convinced daniel will be finished fighting against armand#we’ll just have to wait and see#i also do like how self-serving this is of daniel#again like claudia wanting vengeance against lestat and using Louis to get it#daniel’s now doing the same#god i wish they could’ve met they’d have so much fun reading them all for filth
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I've never seen a fandom so filled to the brim with smut like the jujutsu kaisen fandom 😭😭 absolute filth.
I love it.
#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu geto#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu gojo#gojo satoru#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#sukuna#okkotsu yuuta#geto suguru#nobara kugisaki#toji fushiguro#choso#i love it so much#god help me#god help us all#absolute filth
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thinking unholy thoughts of gale making john come untouched with only his fingers in the biker au… maybe john didn’t even know it was possible so when gale keeps going he gets confused and is like “i’m good im ready” but gale keeps going 😅
au post | ohhh man okay. yeah feeling super extremely sane and normal about this, never been better! thanks! ~2k words of nsfw filth below the cut sighhhh
okay, prefaced with a little more world building in my last post since we're really diving into this au now LOL. ofc things might change when i actually write it, but this is how i'm feeling things will go rn!
re: 'maybe john didn't even know it was possible'– like i said in the drabble before this, he's fooled around a little with curt, but nothing more than getting a bit handsy. he's had a girlfriend for around a year, so they were probably serious enough to get up to things too, but straight sex is very different from gay sex obviously.
the internet exists, and during the time john is pining(thirsting) over gale, he probably does his fair share of googling 'blond man with tattoos fucks brunet man', but really he's kinda intimidated by a lot of stuff, so he doesn't delve too deep into that world. when he and gale start seeing each other and john realizes they're gonna move past making out eventually (because gale is almost such a gentleman sometimes that john wants to bash his head in in his impatience), he probably psychs himself out a bit and gets into his own head and is like fuck.
gale's had years to gain experience and what if he's not good enough or does something stupid or or or, on and on. obviously these worries are completely unfounded because gale adores him and would never pressure him and doesn't expect them to just jump right into things; half of the reason he probably drags things out is because he wants to be absolutely certain things are on john's terms, and that john's not just being horny and impulsive.
john probably ends up trying to do some research so he can yk. pick up some tips, because he's got all the enthusiasm he needs when he thinks about getting to drop to his knees for gale, but he has no idea what he's doing and he doesn't realize everyone learns as they go because he's dumb (/fond) and overthinks everything. (whatever he ends up learning doesn't matter anyway, because all coherent thought leaves his head when they do start doing stuff together and gale is so encouraging and easygoing that he feels ridiculous for ever worrying.)
all that is to say that yeah, he's got like no firsthand experience when it comes to anything past the basics or anything he hasn't been doing by himself. everything is fresh and exciting and as much as he loves just hanging around gale, he's also always needy and horny (gets told he's "insatiable" quite a few times by gale) so they get up to a lot of shit and it's unfair how good gale is in bed and how he knows exactly which buttons to press to get john worked up.
at the time this incident happens, gale's already fingered john a few times, but it's always just as a build up/foreplay, usually followed or joined with gale's other hand or lips around john's cock. they haven't had sex yet, and it feels really nice when gale does this, but john always just kinda sees it as foreplay and it doesn't last for long.
so when gale's got john laid in his bed one sunny afternoon and they're making out and john starts getting whiny and squirmy from the stimulation of his fingers in him, and gale doesn't switch things up like he usually does, john's heart leaps because in his mind, surely gale's getting him ready for something else.
but he's frustrated because it feels like gale's purposefully avoiding hitting right where he needs him to, pants out gale's name against his lips, grasping the back of gale's shirt. starts rocking his hips down against his fingers, seeking it out, and gale rumbles out a "needy thing" before pressing a kiss to his cheek and crawling down the length of his body, settling himself between john's legs.
john props himself up on his elbows to watch, cheeks flushed and eyelids heavy, digging his fingers into the blanket instead. he lets out a little whine at the slow drag of gale's fingers, and that finally makes him cave, crooking his fingers just right, and john's lips part at the way the sudden surge of pleasure zings up his spine.
lets his elbows slide out from underneath himself, dropping back down into the pillow, satisfied he's finally getting what he's been waiting for since gale worked him open ten minutes ago. he waits for stimulation on his cock to join the fingers in him as usual, assuming that's why gale moved to lay there, but gale just keeps up the slow in and out and consistent brushes against his prostate and its embarrassing how much he's leaking all over his own stomach.
but then he has the thought that maybe gale's actually properly prepping him and his cock twitches and his breath catches and he props himself up again to find gale already watching him. he waits expectantly, too shy to ask, and gale doesn't offer him any confirmation, just pressing gentle kisses to his thighs and smiling when john's hips start to roll down against his fingers again.
john thinks that maybe gale's waiting for him to say he's ready, since he does often make him ask for what he wants, so even as his cheeks go hot, he gets out a breathy "gale, i'm– that's good, 'm ready."
but gale only chuckles quietly, nipping at his thigh to feel it twitch away, watching john in a way that makes him feel somehow even more exposed than he already is, and now he's even more confused and he feels like he's melting into the bed and gale's putting a little more pressure into each crook of his fingers and the sounds he's making are so whiny and high pitched that he wants to cover his own ears out of embarrassment.
"does it feel good, doll?" gale purrs, dragging john's eyes back to him, and he nods, twisting his hands in the blankets harder. it does feel good, enough so that heat is pooling in his stomach in a way that's both familiar and foreign, the sensation all different with no friction against his dick.
gale's working his hand a little faster and john's face burns at the realization that he's being finger–fucked like a girl and he drops back into the pillows, arms going too weak to hold himself up. his thighs are starting to tremble and gale murmurs that he's "making such a mess on yourself, baby, look at you" and john immediately reaches down to take his dick in his hand, but gale catches his wrist with his free hand, slowing his movements down, much to john's dismay.
"no hands today, john," he says gently, letting go of his wrist. "i want you to keep them at your side for me, can you do that?"
and john lets out a near hysterical noise but he obliges, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket again, head spinning at being given an instruction, biting down on the inside of his cheek when gale speeds his fingers up again with a "good job, baby."
the heat builds and builds as gale's fingers hit right where they need to each time, and it feels like he's just hanging on the edge of an orgasm for so long, unable to tip over that edge, eyes blurring over from how overwhelming the drawn out sweet–hot pleasure is. he's mindlessly rocking his hips down and panting out little "ah ah ah"s with each thrust of gale's fingers and he's so close to lifting his hand from his side when a sob of frustration slips out.
but gale presses his lips to his thigh again, sucking at the sensitive skin there, pulls back to murmur a stream of "c'mon sweet thing, come on my fingers, show me how good you feel, you can do it" and john chokes out a cry as he clenches around his fingers and comes so hard he nearly blacks out, back arching and hips stuttering up like he can get friction that way.
gale's hand chases his jerking movements, continuing to fuck him on his fingers as john paints his own stomach, cock pulsing, feeling like he's just going to keep coming and coming, mewling desperately and shaking like a leaf and seeing stars behind his closed eyelids.
he closes his thighs against gale's sides when it starts to be too much, hands shaking when reaches down to tiredly push at him, hips stuttering away from the stimulation, hiccupping as he tries to catch his breath. he can feel hot tears soaking into the hair at his temples, lips parted in surprise, shuddering when gale lets his movements slow down until his fingers go still.
john whines when he pulls them out, despite his efforts to squirm away from them moments before, and gale presses a kiss to his hip before he crawls back up his body, cupping john's face with the hand not covered in lube, and john's eyes flutter open, bleary when they focus in on the expression of awe on gale's face.
"fuck, john," gale sounds almost as breathless as him. "you're crying, baby. was that okay?" john nods shakily, tilting his chin up for a kiss, and gale leans down without missing a beat, kissing him so deep it feels like he wants to devour him. mumbles "you have no idea what you do to me" against john's lips, brushing his fingers over the tear streaks on either side of his face, peppering his red cheeks with light kisses before pulling back again.
"felt good?" he murmurs, and john chokes out a laugh at the understatement, draping his wrist over his forehead. "really good," he breathes out, flushing when he opens his mouth again, "didn't know that was, um. a thing." and gale half laughs, half groans at the admission, rolling his hips down, and john sucks in a sharp breath at the drag of his pants, cock twitching even after all that.
gale doesn't mind; he's more than happy to watch his pretty boy fall apart on his fingers, mouth, cock, as many times as john lets him.
#leaving bikeriders au#buckbucky#johnslittlespoon brainrot#johnslittlespoon writes#a boioioing sound effect played when i read this ask#i kept going oh my god oh my GOD under my breath#felt like a fly rubbing my hands together maniacally#this is just filth but are we surprised. probably not#NOT PROOFREAD YET ALRIGHT i need a Snack#johnslittlespoon asks#johnslittlespoon spicy
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Reverend Mother Mohaim: *after popping into Paul's bedroom at 4am* This kid can't be the kwisatz haderach, he's skinny as fuck
Paul, who literally just woke up:
#That kid literally just woke up to this old lady reading him and his mom#Only to be told to shut up and go back to sleep#Local kwisatz haderach woken from naps to be read to filth#Holy shai hulud#shai hulud says live life make spice don't give a fuck#paul atreides#dune memes#dune 2021#dune#frank herbert#children of dune#dune messiah#chapterhouse: dune#duncan idaho#god emperor of dune#reverend mother mohaim#kwisatz haderach#muad'dib#lady jessica atreides#lady jessica
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both of us on our knees facing each other riding toys, like a playdate, we get so riled together we ride our toys as we desperately grope each other, sloppily making out and feeling you drool int my mouth, or gripping their hips and setting their rhythm, guiding them into cumming in their dildo as my own hips frantically ride my own, wrapping up in each others arms, pressed as closely together as possible in this position, panting into each others mouth
#uhhhh#🧍🏽#queer nsft#pure filth#(god i will never be normal#please#any gender#idek which tags to put for this#i am normal#i can and will conjure every way possible to do nefarious things#guys pls#t4t sub#gn reader#gender neutral nsft#god idek somebody please restrain me
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JYN: You went up there to kill my father. CASSIAN: You don't know what you're talking about. [....] You're in shock and looking for some place to put it. I've seen it before. JYN: I bet you have.
and
JYN: My father was living proof... and you put him at risk. Those were Alliance bombs that killed him. CASSIAN: I had orders... orders that I disobeyed. But you wouldn't understand that. JYN: Orders? When you know they're wrong? You might as well be a Stormtrooper. CASSIAN: What do you know? We don't all have the luxury of deciding... when and where we want to care about something. Suddenly the Rebellion is real for you. Some of us live it. I've been in this fight since I was 6 years old. You're not the only one who lost everything. Some of us just decided to do something about it. JYN: You can't talk your way around this. CASSIAN: I don't have to.
they knew each other for like... one week (?)... and were arguing like this. it cuts them deep because it's true!
#cassian follows orders and jyn follows nothing#read each other for filth lmao#like especially jyn saying i bet you have - did she know she was exploiting his fragmented guilt like that or was she just being petty#this is imo the best pre-finale scene in the film#and its because jyn is closer to my headcanon angry rebel jyn god bless#but also because its well acted and tense and everyone else in the scene is watching this awkwardly#rogue one#rebelcaptain#jyn urso#cassian andor#andor#star wars#star wars rogue one#sw ro#swro
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okay okay so there’s a thing to be said for water when its calm right? like it can look still on the surface but there can be a storm brewing underneath and like you never truly know until its too late - until you get caught in the wrong current at the wrong time or a wave rocks your boat a little bit too far and like. that’s really indicative of where we left off in s6 isn’t it? like, everyone’s relationships seemed to be smooth sailing finally, things were fine. but there was various tiny conflicts brewing, and something’s gonna tip them all over the edge and this cruise ship thing’s gonna cause fractures EVERYWHERE. IDK WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN BUT I’M SCARED.
#911 spoilers#911 on abc#911 speculation#god i’ve missed reading absolute filth into nothing <333333#we’re so back baby!!!!!#rebecca rambles
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Day 101:driving after my workshift
#gabriel ultrakill#daily blog#ultrakill#daily gabe doodles#on god i hate working on the gluttony layer i keep running over the filths on these narrow ass streets
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You being a Raoul sympathizer is so shocking. You’re telling me that MB, author of the Devil Rolls the Dice series, isn’t team Phantom? Wouldn’t have guessed in a million years
Honestly Raoul is a cutie and did nothing wrong and when I first saw him I was very much a fan. Tragically, I was seduced by the underground lair
HOW DARE YOU. HOW DARE okay so the thing is that like, I do love how handsome the phantom is and his whole underground lair and his tragic backstory are appealing BUT he's kind of an awful dude. I saw it BEFORE I was the kind of person who would write the devils roll the dice series and I just really loved Raoul.
And it has nothing to do with my ridiculous crush on the actor so don't you dare accuse me of that
#you know I love an excuse to let Rhys committ crimes though#that's my favorite Feysand genre#anyway I love u even if you did read me for filth#I am thinking about revisiting my dark god Feysand though and redoing it#TO MAINTAIN MY STREET CRED
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