#god you dont know how happy i was to hear the whines of 'oh the joy cons are so small!!'

[mintyvoid]

i also have small hands, am art artist, have wrist issues, and have speedrun before- and went into game dev- you seriously dont get how utterly fucked the controller situation is atm.

so for ref my hand from the wrist connection to the tip of my middle(longest) finger is 6 inches or about 15 cms..my hand being pretty equal preportions fingers to palm. My hands are fucking small and most controllers I've used are too big.

i grew up using a ps2 controller, which is a style I still prefer. It DOES make reaching the l1/l2 and r1/r2 buttons hard at times, it strains on my index/middle (as typically you'd use those or the shoulder/triggers and the thumb for face buttons). i assume my preference is partly due to my small hands, I have been able in the past to find small dualshock style controllers(i have a madcats wireless ps2 that I fucking adore, and I also partially really like the size of the hori ps4- if the shoulder buttons werent fucking AWFUL). It might be because of the size of my palms? Like thinking about it a lot of people seem to prefer the grip of an xbox controller, the different placement of the sticks makes you hold more of the controller in your hand..but i don't have more hand than most people. Tho i have little experience using a xbox controller to really make a solid conclusion.

ANOTHER thing that people forget- even in this post, which isnt surpsing lol is, Im also lefthanded. Thankfully for the most part this doesnt mean much, but during the DS/3DS era god anything not published by nintendo it was just a crapshoot whether lefties were even thought of. My ability to use a stylus with my right hand its probs worse than a kid, and soooo many games were purposely made to use it that way (and then like do whatever else with the dpad). thankfully most of the good stuff had options where you could turn the consol around or use the face buttons instead- accomidation for lefties. Actually looking at my ds now, the stylus is literally located on the right side lol.

i think i had a point somewhere but totally lost it, I just got excited at the prospect of ranting about my tiny hands and how shit its accomidated for lol. and being left handed...i never get to rant about it and still to this day get my shit rocked because of it sometimes.

“I went to school for game design! I am highly qualified to talk about any game out there!”

I bet you don’t even know how big an 8 year old’s hands are.

[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie woke up with a pounding headache and an intense sense of dread. He groaned as he sat up, shutting his eyes to block out the searing light from the window.

He took a deep breath before opening them again, letting out a sigh of relief when he realized he was in his own room, safe in their apartment. But that wasn't stopping his pounding headache.

God, what the fuck happened last night? He remembered going to Gareth’s party, getting cross-faded. Then, just pure white-boy wasted as the night went on and someone brought out tequila shots. He remembered whining about missing Steve to some guy-

Oh god. The guy. It came screaming back to him, blurry and unfocused but there.

I can be your boyfriend for the night.

How the fuck had the line worked on him? Eddie didn't know, but he knew that it had. He remembered kissing him, whimpering into his mouth while moaning Steve’s name. How good it felt.

What the fuck had he done?

Pure panic was starting to set in. He cheated on Steve. He actually cheated on Steve. And for what? Because he hadn't seen him for a few weeks? It only took one vacation with Robin for him to destroy the trust they built? Was he that pathetic? That selfish? That idiotic?

He didn't even remember how far they'd gone. He didn't even know how he got home. Or if the guy came with him. The idea of him fucking someone else in their bed made him feel physically ill. Ill enough to have Eddie jumping out of bed, frantic as he looked around for any clues. But there was nothing. Just the evidence of the life he'd built with his boyfriend. The one that he had single handedly ruined.

Maybe he could just not tell him. Keep it secret for the rest of his fucking life. Track down anyone who did know and blackmail them to be quiet. That seemed more sane then coming clean. Sane enough to have Eddie stumbling out of his room in a hurry.

But before he could call Gareth to insanely demand the names of anyone who could have seen him, he smelled it. The scent of coffee brewing, plus the sound of a happy hum.

Steve was home. A whole day early.

Holy shit, Eddie was going to be sick. He was actually going to puke. The feeling bad enough to make his legs weak, so bad he crashed right into the wall.

Loud enough to have Steve calling after him, "Babe, is that you?"

Eddie opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

Not when Steve was rounding the corner, smiling at him like that. All soft and loving, "There you are. Rough night?"

Was that the last time he would look at him like that?

"Eddie?" Steve asked, frowning at his lack of answer, "Are you okay?"

Eddie wanted to die. He actually wanted to die. Why had he done this? But he couldn't lie to him. Not with the sweet, trusting way Steve was looking at him. He just couldn't.

"I need to tell you something," Eddie finally managed to choke out, his heart beating so fast he was scared Steve could hear it. Maybe he'd have a heart attack it he was lucky. Avoid this whole shit show through almost dying.

But he wasn't that lucky.

Steve cocked his head at him, "What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry, Stevie," Eddie said, letting his first thought come out, "I'm so fucking sorry."

"What are you talking about?"

"I kissed someone," Eddie blurted out, his hands shaking as he started to word vomit, "Last night. A-At the party I told you about."

Steve just stared at him.

"I-I was drunk!" Eddie went on, his voice coming out wet, "It didnt mean anything, I don't even know why I did it."

Steve still wasn't saying anything. He was just looking at him, his expression unreadable. It just made Eddie feel more desperate.

"Please say something," Eddie begged, "I know this is bad. I do. But I dont even know who he is. I-I won't do it again!"

Steve still had his head cocked as he looked at him, something in his eyes that Eddie didn't understand, "Is that all?"

Fuck no that wasn't all. Not when Steve was looking at him like that. Eddie didn't even think about it as he sunk to his knees, fully fucking ready to beg at Steve’s feet.

"I love you," Eddie tried, the tears he was holding back finally starting to fall, "I fucked up. I know I fucked up but please don't leave me. Please. I can make up for this. I can. Please."

It was hard to see him through the tears in his eyes, hard to comprehend anything through how fucking bad Eddie felt, the sheer amount of self-loathing nearly drowning him completely. His vision was cloudy enough to almost make it look like Steve was... smiling at him?

Steve reached down, grabbing Eddie underneath the armpits to help lift him back onto his feet. Strong in a way that still made Eddie's heart skip a beat whenever he saw it in action. He led a still sniffling Eddie to the couch, grabbing for his hand when they sat down.

"Baby, how do you think you got home last night?" Steve asked.

Eddie frowned, "I-I don't know. I don't remember."

"Do you remember what the guy looked like?"

Eddie swallowed, so nervous he was still kind of afraid he was going to puke. And he highly doubted that puking on Steve would help his case for him to stay, "I don't remember fully."

"What do you remember?"

Eddie sighed, looking down into his lap, "I remember missing you. And then a point where I got drunk enough to say it to anyone who would listen. Then this guy showed up and he said-"

"I can be your boyfriend for the night?"

Eddie snapped his head up, staring at Steve with his mouth open. How the fuck did he know that?

"And then did he do this?" Steve asked as he brought his hand up, cupping Eddie's cheek. Looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world before placing his thumb on Eddie's bottom lip, teasing it with a smile, "Before saying you were beautiful?"

"I-yes? But how-"

"Honey," Steve sighed, a touch exasperated but mostly fond, "I got back last night. Then went to go find you when I remembered about the party."

Oh god, did that mean Steve saw the whole thing? Was this the calm before he kicked Eddie out? Was he about to be dumped-

"I can see your brain working babe, but it's working in the wrong direction."

"Huh?" Eddie asked, completely lost on why Steve was smiling at him instead of cursing his name.

"Eddie, it was me," Steve said calmly, though his face said he was holding back a laugh, "You made out with me. Before I took us home and you failed at trying to give me road head on the way home. Twice."

"I-what?" Eddie asked, shellshocked.

"You cheated on me with me, babe," Steve laughed, his calm face finally breaking, "Then when we got home, you cried about missing me to me. You're adorable when you're wasted. Stupid, but adorable."

"Oh my fucking God," Eddie breathed out, the reality of the situation hitting him. He groaned, hiding his face in his hands while Steve cackled next to him. He had never felt like a bigger fucking moron, Jesus Christ, "I am never drinking tequila again."

"Good idea," Steve chuckled as he pried Eddie's hands away from his face. He brought one to his mouth, kissing his fingers as he grinned, "But I love the honesty, sweetheart. 10/10. And the begging? Kind of hot."

"I was terrified!" Eddie moaned, staring up at the ceiling as a blush climbed up his neck, "You scared the shit out of me."

"You scared yourself!" Steve laughed, grabbing for Eddie's chin to force his head back down to look at him. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "My favorite little drama queen."

"You're a bastard," Eddie grumbled, like he wasn't smiling when Steve leaned in to kiss him on the lips, "Evil."

"But wasn't I a good boyfriend for the night?" Steve asked, laughing even harder when Eddie pinched his side. Eddie leaned in to kiss him again, effectively shutting him up as the last of his anxiety drained away.

But one thing was for sure. Tequila would be his worst enemy until the day he died.

Purely inspired by this post by @hawkinsbnbg

[skipper19]

I thought about this as I showered, and I had to write it down immediately.

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Gojo Satoru -> HEAR ME OUT

"Gojo's happy trail this."Gojo's happy trail that." But I don't think he has one! Okay, correction, you don't notice it the first time you both have sex, and so you didn’t think he had one. He was so desperate to get his hands on you that foreplay was barely an option. Obviously, he couldn't hurt his sweetheart, so he devoured your aching cunt and stretched out your walls with his soft fingers. But he didn't waste any time after you were prepped to stuff you full of his cock. And, obviously, you were just as desperate to feel him inside you that you didn't notice the soft brushes of hair grazing your mound.

Gojo Satoru hated how his hair grew. He never could grow stubble or chest hair, and as he got older, the more he realized how much women LOVED a hairy man. Satoru didn't see the appeal. All he knew was that he met you and you were just so perfect. He wanted to make you happy. He assumed that, because you were probably like any other woman, you found the hairy stuff attractive.

Gojo Satoru figures, "Hey, if I can't grow hair up here, might as well get it packing down there." And so that's what he did. He didn't shave it all, just trimmed and kept it mediums length, and he definitely made sure to keep it clean. God knows he would die of embarrassment if you choked on his smell and not his cock. The second time and third time you both get down and dirty, you insist you want to take it slow.

Gojo Satoru was sweating bullets. He knew he was attractive, girls literally threw themselves at him all the time, but he really REALLY wanted you to like his body. His hands were sweating the moment you began kissing down his chest, and he shivered as your lips grazed his abs. No signs of disappointment, yet. He felt saliva pool on his tongue and gulped as soon as your lips ghosted his happy trail. Again, there's no disappointment. But as his boxers were off and his semi hard cock sprang forward, he cringed at the look of shock on your face.

It would have been nice if you were gawking at his dick, but your eyes immediately fell onto his pubic hair. He heard your giggles, and he didn't let himself see it as he tilted his head back. His hands came up to cover his face, red creeping up his cheeks, all the way up to his ears. "Dont fucking laugh at me, not right now. Not with my dick out like that." He borderline whined. You couldn't help it. You poked at the soft hair covering his shaft to his balls. "Oh baby, you Iook like a cloud." The teasing didn't help, either.

Satoru grabbed his pillow and immediately covered his groin, shuffling up and off the bed. "Where are you going?" You laughed, watching him awkwardly shuffle on his feet towards the bathroom. "It's coming off, shaving it right now!" He grumbled, a pout forming on his lips." His words made you rush after him to the bathroom. "'Toru no!"

Geto Suguru -> YOU LIKE IT?

Geto Suguru, on the other hand, would be so confused by the infatuation that he sees on social media. Why is something like veins or chest hair so attractive? Hell, he hated chest hair with a passion. He despised how it rubbed against his shirt. He hated the feeling it gave him when he showered and he had to scrub a little harder to get under the hair. It would be shaved off immediately.

But then Geto Suguru met you, and his ideas changed a little bit. He loved you. He already knew that, so he definitely wanted you to find him sexy. The question was, would you find his chest hair attractive, or would you be disgusted? A part of him really wanted you to despise the texture and feel as much as he did, but he had to wait and see.

The perfect opportunity arose when you both were enthralled in a passionate kiss; your legs straddled his waist, your arms wrapped snugly around his neck, his own muscular arms (he began seeing the appeal of veins thanks to you) wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you against him. It was getting heated quickly, and Suguru didn't think before he acted. He let his cock think for him as he tugged your shirt over your head. And, God, you're beautiful.

You're just so sexy and soft. He had to touch every part of you. He needed to feel you against him, chest to chest, skin to skin. He only parted from your lips for a second as he pulled his own shirt up and over his chest. The kiss resumed, and Suguru pulled you closer by his grip on your hips. He froze when you immediately pulled away from him.

There was a look of confusion and shock on your face as your gaze fell to his chest, and Suguru felt as if he was a teenage boy again. All of his insecurities and vulnerabilities sat right out on the table. The cards were in your hands. How would you play them? Well, your first reaction was to rub at the itchy part of your chest that had pressed hard against his. Then your other hand gently reaches up to rake through the tuffy strands. It was no bear fur, but it wasn't the feeling of teenage pubes either. A small smile graced your lips as you held back a full smirk.

"What? What's with the face?" He mumbled, eyeing your soft lips defensively. The sight of your big bad boyfriend with thin chest hair made something tighten in your abdomen. And that POUT, fuck you just wanted to kiss him all over and love him until the sun explodes. "Oh, nothing." You said softly, coming out more mischievous than you intended. He gave you a look, he didn't believe you.

"No, really, it's nothing! I just.. had a thought." The words weren't uncertain, per se, but they were a little hesitant. How would you tell your big "black cat" boyfriend that you wanted nothing more than to pick him up and put him in your pocket? Love him forever and squeeze him to death. Should that even be what you feel at the sight of his chest hair? Probably not, and it's definitely not what he would want you to feel.

"Babe." He tried to sound stern, but the word was more like a groan. Oh, it's definitely bothering his conscious now. You only shook your head with a giggle as you readjusted to your previous position, hips to his, arms around his neck, chest to chest, and lips to lips. You laid pecks on his lips, not letting him savor your kisses as you spoke. "I just think you're the cutest thing in the world."

Nanami Kento -> YOU..WHAT?

He hasn't given it a thought in the world. Well, perhaps he used to when he cared, but now he couldn't care less. He enjoys the way your fingers feel caressing his jaw, but he never could have thought that you only did it lovingly because of his stubble. Maybe you should have said something about it, then you wouldn't be here today, pouting like a child. Honestly, you didn't think about mentioning it. Since day one, your boyfriend has had facial hair.

You envied how perfect his eyebrows were, and the little side burns he would form when he didn't shave was absolutely PRECIOUS, but his stubble was your favorite. The feeling of it on the pads of your fingers as you shared loving kisses made you swoon. Or the feeling you would get when his stubble tickled your skin as he nuzzled into your neck. Melted your heart and fizzled your brain.

But you never once mentioned how much you adore it, so why were you pouting and looking at him like that? The sight would have made him chuckle, the stance of an upset toddler, but you did look genuinely offended, and he couldn't have that. He tossed the towel to rest on his shoulder as he approached you, and he could have sworn he saw red tinting your cheeks.

Whether it was because he was half naked or because you were upset wasn't clear. He gave you a concerned look as he gently rubbed his hands down your shoulders. "Honey, are you alright?" His sweet voice nearly made you succumb to his concern. But you wouldn't forgive him that easily. Besides, that was NOT your boyfriend. That was a child.

"Put it back." You grumbled. Kento, being genuinely confused, took a glance into the bathroom behind him. Had he used your razor? Or maybe he accidentally used too much shaving cream. "My love, I don't know what you mean." He said softly, hoping to just talk it out like mature adults. You made it obvious quickly that the matter of debate wasn't a serious one to discuss in the first place. Your hand covered his mouth, under his nose, and your pout deepened. "Stop talking, I can see my face in your pale ass cheeks." Your statement made his eyes light up in realization. He chuckled and grabbed your wrist, pulling it away. "Oh? That's the matter?" The tease in his words didn't do well to settle the upset in your gut.

"Kento, I'm being serious! Why would you shave it off, you look like a baby now!" The drawn-out whine in your tone made him huff a smirk. He's the baby? With a whine like that, anyone would mistake you for a child. A brat, more specifically. "Now all your kisses won't feel as good -" Kento gripped your chin and brought your lips to his. He wasn't rough or angry, at least not in his actions. His grip was firm but soft as he tilted your lips to meet his. The kiss was slow and sensual, and when Kento pulled away, he smirked at the lidded eyes that looked back at him. "I certainly hope I can still deliver."

Fushiguro Toji -> OH COME ON.

"Are you kidding me?" His gruff voice groaned. His hands left your hips and flew up in disbelief. You were serious? This is bullshit! Toji has been telling you for days that he didn't care if you had public hair, he didn't care if you had forgotten to shave your legs, he didn't even care if you just ran a damn marathon and now you smell like a fish shop.

He was looking forward to eating your sweet pussy for dessert all day. Then you turn around and demand he let you shower and shave first. Toji just got back from this GRUELING mission, and he only wanted one thing to relieve his stress, and you thought he cared about hair? Hell fucking no. He wasn't a pussy, and he definitely didn't like you thinking he was some douchebag that even thought twice about all that shit.

He wanted something to quench his thirst, and you were his blood bag. He looked back down at you with a scowl. "You're not fucking with me right now?" He asked, eyeing your face for any shits and giggles, but you were stone faced. You were determined. You were being for real. And Toji felt his eye twitch.

"I woke up at 5 in the fucking morning, didn't get to eat breakfast with my girl, went on that job all day and-" He had been inching closer and closer as he basically growled these words at you. Your legs instinctively shifted you away as he approached, and the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed in no time. "-you actually think I give a shit whether your smooth or whatever? Do you know who you're talking to?" He scoffed. His chest nearly pressed against yours before you stumbled back onto the bed.

You genuinely gulped as you looked up at his hulking body standing above you. "You know better than anyone that I grow hair like a fucking grizzly, I shed like a dog, and you think I give two fucks if your cunt is hairy?" The question made you cringe slightly. The description of "hairy" for your pussy felt wrong, and you opened your mouth to speak before Tojis knee cut you off. He propped his knee up on the edge of the bed, between your thighs.

A soft squeak escaped your lips as he forced your legs to open farther apart, your already sticky pussy lips rubbing uncomfortably against your panties. As if he were a predator, he slowly leaned down with his arms, encasing your torso. "If the next words out of your pretty lips isn't an apology or agreement, keep them closed."

Sukuna Ryomen -> NOT IN A MILLENNIUM

After thousands of years together, you would think Sakuna knows you better than anyone. He sure hope he did, at least. He knew your favorite slippers, the type of rice you adore. He knew how hard it was for you to choose between cats and dogs. Sometimes, you chose neither. But he knew this about you. He knew YOU. And he definitely thought he knew your body. Insecurities that made you vulnerable, he knew them. Although he made sure that you were well loved, away from prying eyes, so you forgot these damned feelings.

Ryomen didn't predict this knew change in your routine. Sure, he knew he had been busy recently, but since when did you go see some weird health person every afternoon? Was there something he was missing? Or worse, were you keeping secrets. Oh God's, were you pregnant? Finally! Thank whoever is listening because if he had to go one more century without a heir, he was going to lose it-

Oh. Oh, you aren't pregnant. And you definitely aren't sick. He had heard you mentioning this before. It's called a Brazilian wax. And he wasn't enjoying one second of watching this. The one time he's home in the afternoon, and you ask him to drive you to a medical place nearby. You claimed it was healthy, at least, so he assumed. What you failed to mention was that it was a different kind of health. It was more of a "spa" or whatever humans called it. And Sakuna watched with a scowl as this odd masked lady applied wax to his wife's ass and pulled as hard as she could to tear her hair out.

You had been with Ryomen for so long that you didn't care for shame anymore. As soon as you stepped out of the building, you beamed up at him but had to stifle a laugh when you saw the clench of his jaw. "Ryo, my love, are you alright?" Oh, you asked like you were innocent, like you didn't know of his inner turmoil at the moment. He glanced at you but then scoffed and shook his head. "Can't fucking believe you." His grumble made you cover your mouth, not wanting to push his buttons TOO far now.

"Wh-what do you mean, honey? I'm smooth now. How did you think I kept myself so soft and young?" You weren't completely joking. The skin ointment and waxing that the spa offered definitely helped keep your complexion. Not only that, but you're an immortal demon as well, kinda hard to age with a quirk like that. Ryomen simply rolled his eyes. "All of this modern-day shit and their trends." He continued to complain his grumbles under his breath all the way to his car. And even afterward, on the drive home, you would hear a sigh and then more comments afterward. A pout formed on your lips, and you sighed. "Ryo, why does it bother you so much?" You asked, pouting lips pressed up from your first. Sakuna rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"You can be idiotic at times, brat." His voice was low and judgemental. You raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed in return. "Oh please! You love my smooth ass, admit it." You said, successfully pushing his buttons. Sakuna reached over the gear shift and gripped your thigh. "And we shall ignore the forests growing up my legs as well then? Does my hair turn you off, my love?" You couldn't tell if it was rhetorical, but you didn't have time to respond anyway.

[kimsunos]

IM SO HAPPY UR INTO HYBRIDS OMFGGWHSI

gawd ok it's cliche but idc, bunny!reader and fox!sunoo, horny x horny lmao

going at it for hours on the regular all while being loud asf and not giving a shit abt anything, sooo many quickies and heats go even crazier dare i say it'd make satan blush, a match made in hell for others lmao.

hii baby! dont even know if youre into it still because i made you wait too much for it and for that i apologize 😢 but nonetheless i LOVE rambling about hybrids so here goes nothing.. Also this is very long for no reason

cw: female reader, fox!sunoo, bunny!reader, dom!sunoo, sub!reader, primal play, kinda perv!sunoo (gasp), biting kink, degradation, dacryphillia, dumbification, breeding kink, name calling (bunny, bitch, etc), spit play? (sunoo licks her lmao), sunoo is a sly fox 🧐 also he says "bunny" a lot.

your parents, since you were little, warned about the precautions needed to take as a prey. and as a family of rabbit hybrids, you were, of course, a bunny with big, fuzzy ears on top of your head and a toothy, cute, happy smile.

you always thought this judgement your parents and all the older rabbits had towards predators was stupid. "don't go near wolves", "don't talk to lions", "bears can smell you from miles away", "never trust foxes". this is modern times, we are not savages anymore! oh, if you had just listened to their advice.

"you can't imagine how long i've been dreaming about this." said sunoo, the gentle fox hybrid that every day ordered a drink at the coffee shop you worked, now, not as gentle, as he pushes your head on the mattress and thrusts mercilessly into your pussy from behind. you'd never have imagined that the date and the shy kiss you shared at the end of your work hours would end this way.

"bunny... my bunny," he said, voice intoxicated with desire, and slowed down his movements, lowered himself to rest his bare chest against your back and slowly dragged his nose from your cheek to your neck, sniffing in your scent gland, absorbing it like a hungry man. "oh, god, your scent..." another big sniff, "always drove me crazy, bunny. did you know that?"

with your face on the mattress, you could only whine and wiggle your fluffy tail, voice muffled by the pillow, falling into the pleasure of his cock making you feel so full. sunoo laughed, his movements now at a quicker pace.

"you're so fucking innocent, baby," another laugh, his breath unsteady, going deep at you, hips doing wonders to reach your most sensitive spots. "you really thought i was just a nice guy, huh? coming everyday at your job, sitting at that table in the back... such a nice costumer, big tips too." you could hear the smirk in his voice, condescending tone, his sharp nails drawing circles on your back, gracious movements contrasting with the mess he's making of you. "the truth is, i could barely contain myself in that small cafe, bunny." his scratches would for sure be visible the next day. "so ready to please and so naive. bet you didn't even notice the way my hands would always find yours, the way i watched your movements... or did you?" you whined as he talked. "remember when i offered a bite of that brownie to you? and you sucked on the plastic spoon like a bitch in heat, hungry eyes on mine and shit?"

no verbal response from you but a clench, embarrassed to be caught red-handed. such unwise actions, bunny. a rabbit flirting with a fox? really? and you still had the audacity to think you were in control.

"fucking answer me, bitch." sunoo yanked you by your furry ears, hard enough to lift your body off the mattress, placing your back against his chest again, making you moan loudly. his movements getting faster, skin on skin noises mixing with the red-haired boy's animalistic grunts and your cries.

"s-sun, slow d-down, ple-"

"oh, bunny," he laughs. "you want me to slow down? hm?~" hand still with a firm grip on your ears, causing you to bend your neck in an almost uncomfortable position, if it wasn't for the pleasure washing over all your other emotions. "p-poor bunny, can't handle big dick? this is what you're made for, can't you even do that?" and there you were, crying, overwhelmed by the degradation and how it made your insides even more wet.

"oh, god," his hips hitting even faster now, you could feel him losing all his control. "god, f-fuck- bunny, don't do this to me~" he said, releasing your ears to grip your hips, you could only cry. turning your head sideways, you meet his foxy eyes and vertical pupils now blown out in complete insanity, seeing you cry, your most prey-like state, ears down in submission and everything, it made the predator in him fucking crazy. "bunny- b-bunny, my bunny-" he started licking your tears away, chanting your name like in a trance. "b-bunny, i'll make you m-mine, 'mmkay? will y-you let me?" he kissed your neck, stopping to paint your skin with hickeys then and there. "s-stuff you full of me, baby, knock you up real good, hm?~" his voice was whiny and loud as he bit you, sharp fangs poking at your neck, and another bite, and another, almost like trying to literally eat you alive.

"nnngh- oh, s-sunoo, s'deep, f-full." you mutter, no thoughts behind your eyes.

"shhh, baby- i know, r-right?~ don't worry, turn off your brain, l-let me do the thinking for you."

[moonriseoverkyoto]

Ghosts in the family

Synopsis - aka all the times The Riley siblings have talked about eachother, and all the times Soap should’ve connected the dots but didn’t see the constellation.

cw/tags - MDNI 18+ making out, grinding, no piv or smut guys sorry, swearing, mentions of female anatomy, military inaccuracies, fanon versions of cod characters, threats, mild violence, mentions of guns, innuendos, etc. you’re dealing with grown men in the military that is your warning

Pairing - Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Afab!Riley!Reader, John Price x Riley!Reader (Platonic)

Author's note - Soap is about 26, Reader is 24, Tommy is the name of Simon’s canon younger brother who later scares him with masks and anyways, just beware of that background. Pt.2 of this au, just this just shits and giggles background for later bc I dont know how to flesh out that cliffhanger I left in my Drabble, see you at the bottom! - Moon

Requests are open!

© moonriseoverkyoto 2023. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

1. Simon knew that Johnny’s intention wasn’t to piss him off, but yet he still managed to feel a migraine pool behind his eyes. All day, every mission just asking question after question. Simon wondered if this is what it was like to have a stable home. All he had was you from day one his baby sister. His lips jerk upward before he cuts off the muscle reflex of what we know as a smile. He’d rather keel over and die than let Johnny see his eyes krinkle.

“I have a sister.” He grumbles. Everyone in the truck goes silent. Johnny’s jokes stop, Gaz smirks to himself, even Price manages to watch through the rearview mirror.

“Really? And you waited so long to tell me. Oh my god what’s the like. Oh is she pretty- wait don’t answer that, that’s weird if you agree…” Simon sighs to himself as he tunes out Johnny again. Oh he wishes holiday would come faster.

2. Holiday was tough. Even worse was being stuck alone over holiday break because your only family was stuck in an operation. Especially since you just got the news after putting up Christmas decoration.

“Really Simon? I got football on the telly, your presents are all wrapped” you whined. Simon grinned under his balaclava, oh how he wished he could be there to receive your annual gag gift.

“I know I know I know, assignment came late and everyone else has families to go home to so I just suggested myself-“ he tried to calm you down knowing this would only add gasoline.

“Dammit Si, I’m your family too! Im gonna give you a new buzz cut when you get home at the rate you’re going with all these sudden plans.” Your voice cracked at his name, you know he didn’t mean to break your heart. But Simon couldn’t bare to see Johnny, Price, or Gaz not go home to their big happy families.

“Yeah I know. Im yer brother. No getting out of that one.” He said. “Why don’t you stay with Price again this year. You know he loves you around”

“Because he is the only friend of yours that I’ve met-“

“Yeah you’ll meet the guys someday. promise.”

“Maybe for this holiday present?”

“Maybe.“

“yeah yeah yeah. I love you Si”

“Love you too, and I hope that second date of yours goes well this Friday” oh if only he knew how well that date went with your mysterious Scottish man.

3. “I thought you said you don’t kiss on the second date” Johnny grinned into your lips. Your hands all in his hair.

“Only if they don’t show promise” you remarked back. You could feel his bulge grinding through your pants in the back of this telephone booth. A soft groan leaving his lips as Johnny responded

“Oh so I show promise.” You could practically hear the grin as his lips trailed down your jaw and neck, the slight friction of his scruff following as he moved aside your dogtags.

“Yeah promise that if you don’t hush up, you won’t be getting anything” you quipped back as equally as smug

“Thought you were gonna call that brother of yers” he slurred back as he smelled your perfume. The man practically drooling as your nails trailed down his neck scratching. If he had a tail it’d be whipping the air. A whimper passing through the air as his bulge caught the right part of your fabric rubbing your clit in a delightful direction

“he can wait, I have something else to call for now” you said as you opened the door of the telephone booth and whistled (or yelled if you can’t) as loud as you could do to call a taxi. Johnny had a light in his eye that he never thought would spark until he met you.

Soon you would find out later that Simon actually COULD wait and he did, 12 whole hours he stayed up staring at your apartment door to be let in - fresh on holiday too. Maybe being motormouth’d by Johnny into the window of a hummer didn’t sound so bad now

4. Simon kept a photo of you and him in his pocket everywhere that you went. I mean everywhere. No matter the place. And a lighter too incase he was captured by enemies so as to not compromise his location. But it was a photo from a holiday in France. You were both pillow fighting in the bed. Messy hair, toothless grins, back when Mummy was alive and Daddy hadn’t shown his true colors. Tommy took that picture,. Simon holds it to remind him what he’s fighting for.

“Oh is that yer little sister, she’s missin a few teeth there” Johnny grins looking over the sniper’s shoulder.

“You’re about to miss some bones if you ask about my sister again” Simon growls. fuck. Johnny is the last person he needs around his sister. It’s not like Johnny was a womanizer - he was the opposite. Johnny was perfection. He was from a happy home, a stable home, a place where you wouldn’t have to remember what happened at that old house. It scared Simon to death imagining you forgetting about him. Then he’d really be alone.

“She must’ve gotten the good genes.” Gaz pipes into the coms, what an instigator.

“Wonder what she looks like in jeans” Soap hummed as he cleaned out his gun.

Ghost hummed to himself as he secretly folded up the photo and put it right back in the pocket over his heart. Maybe you could wait another year before meeting them.

Authors note - I made a part 2, this is unedited. Im so tired. I will flesh more of this out before I take another break I promise!! Xoxo - Moon

[fartlvrr]

dad calls me over, he’s laying naked on the couch, his hard cock in his hand. he plays with his balls too. he glares at me as i walk over to him, stroking his cock. “welcome home, toilet” he says. “get on your knees,” he says, then he spits in my face. “im so happy to see my little girl, i have so much saved up for you.” i look at him with big scared doe eyes. “ple-“ he cuts me off immediately. “dont beg and plead baby, i’ll give it to you without all that.” i feel so misunderstood and humiliated. i know what’s coming. he gets up and kneels on the couch and tells me to get in my place. i put my head back against the couch between his legs while he kneels over my head, his balls hanging right over my nose. he leans down and attaches a leash to my collar. i could smell his musky balls and taste the bit of sweat on them too. i look up and see his asshole pushing out. i get squirmy as i watch him push, then a loud fart comes out sputtering between his cheeks. the smell hits me immediately as i turn my head and cough, i’ll somehow never get used to it. he commands me to get my head back in place and I do, “take a deep breath, loud enough for me to hear you. fuckin goooood toilet,” he says while he groans and holds his belly. more farts start to sputter out and he moans in relief while I breathe in loud enough for him to hear, coughing and gagging. a really long, loud, wet fart comes out and he laughs as I try to catch my breath. “tell me how much you love it baby” he says, almost begging while he strokes his cock and thrusts into his hand. “i love breathing you in daddy” i said, almost whining. “fuck, oh fuck here it comes baby” he pushes out loud explosive farts into my face and I can tell something worse is coming. he pulls my leash up and sits down on my face while he lets out so much gas he must have held in for hours. i felt the farts vibrate on my face. then he sits up and is straining and pushing out his asshole. i figure he must still have to fart, somehow. then as he pushes, he starts pissing all over me while he jerks off. as he lets his piss out, a thick solid log of shit starts to peak out of his asshole. i sigh and whine “please daddy, not today I just got home!!” and he just scoffs at me. “shut the fuck up, toilet. do your job.” he starts pushing more and the shit slowly starts to move out of his asshole. i watch in horror as the thick long stick of shit moves down towards my face. “mmmmm fuck baby, god its all coming out finally. i held it in all fucking day for you mmmm god baby fuck, good toilet” he says while moaning. the thick log makes its way down and finally hits my cheek with a thud as it lands on the couch next to my head. he poops out a few extra small pieces and a few loud farts burst out as he finishes. finally he says “oh fuck, im gonna cum baby fuck” as he finally shoots his load out onto my body while a few extra farts escape his asshole. “thank you daddy, thank you” I repeat over and over as he shoots his cum on my body while I smell the shit surrounding my head.

[norizz-nation]

Phonesex with charles

Oooh that's something quite fun 😮‍💨

Thinking about you all day ❤️

Summary: charles was away for work, for the mexican gran prix. the distance was starting to torture you as you became more and more needy for his touch, so you decided to call him

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, daddy kink

At first you thought you could easily spend your days with him. But somehow the days went slower. Your shared apartment with him seemed so small somehow. But you clearly dont wanna bother your boyfriend who must be very busy right now. You just stopped yourself from calling him. What if he gets mad about it? What if he finds it silly? You were just staring blankly at the tv as you kept on overthinking about it. Suddenly your ringtone cut you off as you flinched and saw charles’ name pop up.

“Hey honey..” charles called out sounding so tired but yet happy that he got to call you. “Hey charles. Hows it going? Today’s qualifying was amazing! Im so proud of you!” You said as you smiled and you could feel your smile just plastered to your face. “Thank you baby and yeah im doing good. How are things with you? Is everything alright?” He asked as you said nothing for a moment. “What is it baby?” Charles asked, his voice sounding so concerned. “No-nothing charles” you said. “Stop lying, there is something wrong. Tell me” his voice was demanding. Ordering you to tell the truth. “Charles I… I miss you” you said as you looked down, upset about the fact that he’s not here but also scared about the fact that he might think you’re being a baby. “Aweh baby, i miss you too. I’ve been thinking about you all day. So much. I miss your touch.” He said as you smiled a little. “I miss your touch too” you said.

“How much do you miss it baby?” Charles asked and you could guess what he meant by that as you smirked a little saying “so much that im getting wet just by your voice on the phone” you could hear Charles’ breath getting stiff. “I miss you so much daddy” you whined out as your fingers went down to your shorts. You let out a soft moan as you could feel your wet folds. “God, your voice sounds so sweet baby.” Charles said as you squirmed at your own touch. “Louder baby. Let me hear your sweet little noises” charles’ words really pushed you over the edge as you could hear charles’ breathing getting heavier. “Daddy are you hard right now?” You asked, your voice so whiny. “Yes baby, fuck. Im so hard just by your voice” charles said breathlessly. “I wish your mouth were wrapped around my dick, making it all slippery by your spit” charles’ voice was deep and you knew that he was jerking himself off to you. This whole situation made you go closer to your orgasm. “Fuck im so wet for you daddy, s-so wet” you said as you kept on circling your clit for the friction you’ve been wanting.

Your breathing got heavier as your whole body started to shake as you felt your orgasm rush in. You circled your clit harder “f-fuck d-daddy oh im cumming nghh” you screamed out as you heard charles’ whimpering which meant that he came too. “Fuck baby, I’ve came a lot, i know you wanna swallow my cum right now. Dont worry I’ll be there soon” he said as he giggled and you did too. “I love you daddy” you said as you smiled at the ceiling letting your head fall back. “I love you too baby” charles said as he took a deep breath. “But now i gotta clean this mess by myself” charles said as you laughed. “Do it just this time. I promise to do it for you the rest of the time” you said giggling.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

[grahstumhurts]

Stressed out PT 2

Lara x Megan x Fem!reader

Smut + fluff

Content - Cursing, Strap usage, Strap sucking, Strap referred to as cock, Poorly written smut, Degradation, Praise

Request

Prompt 42- Good cock & bad cock routine with dom!A, dom!B and sub!C. A praises C while B degrades and taunts them.

“Good girl baby, taking my cock like this” Megan grunts from behind. “Such a good girl, honey” Her voice dripping with sweetness.

“Fucking slut. Both of us fucking you like this, You like it? Being whored out like this for us two?” Lara thrusts her hips into my mouth, I gag loudly on her red faux cock. 

“Good job,baby, you're taking Lara so well.” Megan squeezes my hips, “Good girl, yn” 

“Dirty slut taking me like this, You wanted it so badly, huh?” Lara holds my chin as she pushes deeper in, Megan's hand snakes down and rubs my clit slowly in a figure eight. The room feels hot, the smell of sex draped over the sounds of skin on skin. The tears well up in my eyes as Lara’s strap hits the back of my throat again and again and again. Megan's hands hold my hips as she thrusts hastily, pounding deeper into my cunt, while Lara pulls back and out of my mouth. “Tell us how bad you wanted us to fuck you like this, baby” her demeaning manner only makes my head grow fuzzier.

“F-fuck i wanted it so bad” I sloppily mumble out, my lips feeling numb. “Just for you and Meg” Lara smirks and pushes back hair from my sweat sheen forehead.

“Beg to cum then, Beg us to let you cum.” She glances back at Megan, who’s only focused on making her hips snap back into my cunt so deliciously. Her grip on my hips tightens as she hears my moans grow louder.

“Please, I need it so bad. I'll be so good for you.” The desperation apparent in my tone “P-please i wanna cum so bad f-fuck.” My voice cracks as megan picks up her pace, 

“Good job, baby” Megan coos, “Let go, honey. Cum for me and lara.” She strokes my back as i tip over the edge. My back arching and knee weak, Megan slows her pace to help ride out the intensity of my orgasm. 

“F-fuck fuck fuck” I whine out as Megan pulls out. Lara lays with me down on the bed as Megan is cleaning up the straps. She rubs her hands on my stomach comfortingly. “You okay?” She asks after kissing my cheek. I nod, “You sure? Sorry if we were a bit too rough on you” She chuckles then pulls the covers over us. 

“M’okay” I mumble out tiredly. I feel the weight shift on the bed as Megan lays down and wraps her arms around my waist.

“So, what now?” Megan quietly asks, the room silent as we contemplate hopefully aligning answers. 

“I dont know, I'm down to see where this goes though?” Lara rests her cheek on my chest, I let out a mhm in agreement.

“Thanks though, this kinda helped me with the stress i think.”

“Always available to do it again” Megan giggles, “Are you guys hungry or is it just me?” I perk up at the sound of some late night snacks, 

“I'm happy to go grab a snack, then watch a movie together?” I offer already hopping out of bed and putting on some comfy clothes. I throw a pair of shorts at lara, “We are not walking out of this room naked” 

“I personally dont have a problem seeing either of you two naked” Lara laughs, “but if you say so”

“It's not that I have a problem seeing you without clothes, Lord knows i don't, it's the others seeing you naked.” I shrug “I want you two all to myself” I sing-songy say as i quietly step down the stairs into the kitchen where a sleepy Manon and Daniela sit. I immediately blush at the situation. 

“Oh. My. God” Dani gasps seeing Megan and Lara quietly following behind me. “I KNEW YOU GUYS WERE FREAKY LIKE THAT” She whispers shouts at us.

“You guys need to keep it down, seriously its concerning how thin these walls are.” Manon sighs as she puts down her cup of tea. “You’re lucky that both Sophia and Yoonchae are deep sleepers. Would not want Yoonchae to hear what we heard.” she gags jokingly. I slap lara’s shoulder as she tries not to laugh.

“Its not funny, Lara, this is your fault to be real.” I blame her with a flushed face.

“I'm going to bed, now that we know the source of the noises.” Dani announces with a yawn. “Use protection, guys” She puts her hand on Megan's shoulder who's still stunned with embarrassment, then walks off to her shared room with Manon.

A/N yes this is poorly written but i was kinda getting stressed out abt writting this, ironic since this is abt stress relief lol. BUT working on some other stuff so please be patient with my adhd ass!

[satrs]

i just read the cliche post and like- DAMNNNNNN

But now isagi's part got me thinking what if, milf reader??? VEKFBKSNS please i just wanna be this hot ass mom who has teens drooling on her, i dONT HAVE ANY SCENARIO IN MIND BUT PLEASEE i am begging fr

AHHHH OMG YOUR MIND!!! VSKDKXKX THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!

ＭＩＬＦ!?

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪʟꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Isagi Yoichi. Itoshi Sae. Shidou Ryusei. Nagi Seishiro. Otoya Eita.

Tags; Age gap(they're in their early 20's, reader in her late 30's). mention of kids. breeding kink. creampie. nicknames(good boy, ma', mommy, baby). some subby guyss

ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 18+!!! // ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ

ISAGI YOICHI.

I just knowww he's a sucker for hot MILFs ♡

He loves everything about them! He loves how they are so mature and how they're so experienced in sex life!

And you are no exception. He was always looking forward to seeing you, feeling the urge to take care of you after you had another stressful day with work and your kids :(

You jumped up and down, rocking your hips at a tantalizing speed, leaving him comepletely pussydrunk.

"Yes baby fuckkk, use me." Your aching heat clenched at his words. He was the best. Letting you use him as you pleased, getting rid of

all the stress you had throughout the day.

He threw is head back, adams apple throbbing as your rythm increased, his hands flying to take a hold of your asscheeks. "Yesyesyes, fuck!", he groaned, to lost over the feeling of you around him, subconsiously thursting his hips up into yours, causing you to moan out his name.

No man was ever able to please you like this young man did, always tending to all your needs.

ITOSHI SAE.

Hear me out. I think he would really enjoy himself a nice milf.

It’s just something about you that makes his cock stir in his pants, probably the fact that you were so ridiculously beautiful, aging like fine wine.

He loves and worshippes every single part of your body, from your pregnancy strechmarks to your amazing thighs. And he never failed to let you know how beautiful you were.

"God.", you sighed out, hand threading into his red locs. "Don't stop Sae, oh shit!" You moans caused the man to groan into your aching heat, hands firmly griping your thighs, holding you in place, wide open for his mouth to devour.

Your legs started to lock around his head, almost robbing his breath. But he didn't mind. Hell, he would die a happy man if he were to die being suffocated by your elegant thighs.

It barely took you one more flick of his tongue to succumb to him, legs shaking at the hard impact of your orgasm. He lapped up your juices, overstimulating you in the process.

"Fuck, I could do this all day."

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

He is literally obsessed with MILFs idc.

Would do ANYTHING for a gorgeous woman like yourself.

Suck your sore titties? Done. Feed your baby because you’re so exhausted? Already finished. Fucking your brains out while your child is at daycare? Oh, he loves that.

He always tells you how he would love to have kids with you himself, knowing they would be beautiful given to your genetics.

„Yeah? You like that ma‘? I know you do.“

Whines and whimpers escaped your plumb lips, his cock drilling in and out of you from behind at an rapid pace.

„Yes Ryusei! I love it, love it!“ you slurred put incoherent words of praise into the pillow, causing the mans chest to swell with pride.

„I‘ll fill you up so good, make you a mommy again. Whatcha say?“

You whined at that, back arching even further and the image of him filling you to the brim with his juice heavy in your mind.

Maybe another child would be nice, right?

NAGI SEISHIRO.

Loves them bc he is so lazy urgh

You just take such great care of him, not letting him lift a finger and you never complain about him ever.

And to top it all of, you were so incredibly sexy, he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

He just feels like being in heaven when he rings at your doorbell late at night when your kid is asleep, begging you to take care of him :(

„You’re such a good boy you know that right, Sei'?“ you questioned while your slim fingers stroked his throbbing cock.

„Mhmm, yes mommy. Such a good boy for you. Only you“ he whined, dangerously close to his orgasm.

„Well then“, you began, pace of your hand increasing, stimulating his sensitive tip with your tumb, „prove it to me and cum, babyboy.“

He was a slave to you and your words, immediately cumming all over your hand and his pelvis.

Whispers of thanks spilled from his lips, „Thank you so much mommy.“

OTOYA EITA.

MILF hunter🤷🏽‍♀️

Being a single mom is not for the weak, causing you to sometimes be more dominant with the people around you.

He just loves when you put him into him place, calming him down from his prideful behavior

Acting like a careless and heartbreaking playboy? Nah, not around your watch.

"So good, you feel so good", eita commented, dick silding in and out of your squeezed together thighs. "Mhm? think you deserve to be inside of me?", you inquired in a teasing manner, smirk adoring your lips at his ragged breathing.

He didn't say anything, already knowing the answer. "That's what I thought. Next time, you better not act out of line again, hm?"

Even though he was on top of you, you were the one in control. Always.

He nodded, completely falling under our spell, enjoying the feeling of your plush thighs around his aroused length.

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

[icarusredwings]

Rewatched Deadpool 1. Took notes.

WARNING: Discussion of mental illness topics, ending yourself, trauma, violence, etc.

Civil debate/ conversation welcomed. Sorry its super long. I think a lot.

Notes:

You know what? We see Wade coloring a lot. What's our status on just giving him cartoons snacks and coloring books? He needs it.

I think we all forget how actually impressive this man is. I just watched this cancer having fucker do like 50 flips.

Whatta man is so Logan Howlett coded.

"Bad deadpool" "good deadpool!"

Deadpool has been helping kids for a while. He terrified a little creep while he himself was a huge creep.

Missed up his words and Vanessa smiled at him. With that "aw hes cute" kinda thing.

When talking about their childhood (whether he's lying or not, hes not about the uncle) and he outdos her so much that she giggles.

The first date he takes her ducking skiiballing instead of yk prostitute stuff

Hes so romantic oh my god.

Theyre giggling and joking like all the time. Personally thanksgiving is my favorite scene before he proposes with a fucking ring pop.

I shouldn't laugh but the way he said "wtf" when passing out

Vanessa instantly jumping to "what can we do? There has to be something" makes me instantly respect her as a chronically ill person myself. Partners who medically defend each other make me so happy because a lot of people divorce their partners when they get "too sick" let alone dont show up to specialist appointments.

Him accepting death so quickly is a sign of mental illness, and you can see him be confused on why shes so upset. Shes crying and hes sitting here like "why do you care if I die or not?" He physically feels so unloved that he just doesn't get it.

"I dont know. Might further the plot. " Oh, so you know about wades little mental tv show he puts on in his head as a coping mechanism?

Also... Weasel.. YOU KNOW WHO ELSE IS A WEASEL!? Shit sorry wrong movie.

Its not until now that hes crying because he realizes if he does then no more vanessa. We already know hes very co dependent and many people only care about themselves BECAUSE of other people. Which is also considered a sign of wanting to ☠️ self.

The whole "superheros are all lame ass teachers pets" thing is so funny if you think about how much beef he has with the xmen when in reality I have a feeling Wade would love charles in a "Ugh im in trouble with Daddy wheel chair again." COUGH "old bald heavens gate looking mother fucker" COUGH

"Thats not nice" No. But wade is genuienly not nice either.

"This is embarrassing. Please stop, " Colosus said what we all were thinking.

Bro literally cut/broke off his own hand and didn't whine a single time. If you ever. EVER hear this man express pain it is 99.9% his own choice to let you know that it hurts.

During his changing process, Francis says "the only thing that doesn't survive is a sense of humor" wade says "we'll see about that" and smirks.

What also makes sense to me is that he did NOT break easily. They did test after test after test and this man still wasn't breaking. His spirit is incredibly strong and as much as we enjoy joking about how stupid he is, Wade is extremely resourceful.

Its like he has created an alter ego of humor and kindess in order to keep up with the fact he DOES understand how fucked up this world is and whats happening/happened around him but refuses to acknowledge it until he has too. Ussually for survival.

Ive seen theories that he has DID or a type of Scizophreania and the voices in the comics are obviously in his head. I have mixed feelings about it because even his thoughts have thoughts of their own in some cases. Talking to no one is often a sign of abadonment, esspecially in children who are school age and get lonely when taken from their families to attend school. Its almost as if wade never lost his and hes subconsiously talking to himself to keep himself calm/ from panicking in high stress situations.

"But then how does he know hes in a movie" thats the thing. He doesn't. Hes pretending to cope. Main charaters cant die and until he dies he has this mental show/movie going on to keep himself from realizing all of this is true. That this is reality.

Cunningham mentions breakfast for his kids and suddenly, wade wakes up. Hes not joking anymore. This is a "oh shit... I wanna make breaktsst for my kids too... with my wife vanessa" moment.

"So whats wrong with him?"

Diiiiiddd we all forget about scout master kevin? Uncle? Dad? That fact that the oxygen was physically taken from his brain and was given Co2 poisoning over and over? For multiple days? This is the same man who blew himself up just to escape because they told him he wasnt going to see vanessa again.

And then he fought a guy naked, survived the entire building burning down, and now is so insecure about his looks that he thinks he made the baby cry in the street.

Theres people staring at him, flinching away, called names, people see him and cross the street. (So when he tells Logan that he knows his pain when it comes to public settings, hes not lying)

Blind Al is literally the reason deadpools suit is what it is. Why the idiot thought white was gonna be a good idea- See above. Unlike Al, who could smell the blood/ bleach.

I really love al. She's like the adult Toph.

"I hear everything in this duplex." OH, you poor thing.

"The guy that turned me into this freak-"

Al: *bitch im blind face*

As far as she's aware, he looks normal. Which is beautiful when you think about it, but it's funny when you think about the fact that he's so insecure about his face that he purposly found a blind room mate that couldn't judge him.

And they cuddle while he gets dating advice from grammie 🥹❤️

I really like how the entirety of Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children (HellHouse in the comics) stood up for Weasel. They're murderers. But they're family.

What they did to vanessa was straight fucked. Her fiance up and leaves without notice, youre just trying to work and live your life, you get kidnapped.

Negasonic is so cool. I love them.

Dopinder (The cab guy) is so cool too. I love him too. Kill that guy in your trunk. "Mr. Pool" reminds me of Tom holland spiderman.

"It is not boy band >:(" Suurreee it isn't.

"Wheres your duffle bag?" You mean his dollar general store tree hello kitty book bag filled with guns?

"Cue the music" *no one even gives a fuck at this point when he talks to the imaginary cams*

Negasonic mid battle: Hold on- "Hey Yukio, yeah I just gotta fuck shit up real quick, ttyl?"

"Sure thing! <3 You go baby!"

I dont know anything about negasonic but she reminds me of Gambit with her energy powers.

Like I said. Hes smart when its a serious situation because he immediately threw his katana into the glass so vanessa could breathe, only to immediately turn sappy and childish again when he sees her stab francis with it. Heart hands, is hallucinating because theres a knife in his brain (literally), sex joke. Etc.

Colossus shut the fuck up. Let this man kill him. He's hurt Soooooo many people. A bullet costs less then a dollar. His amount of therapy alone is going to be like *checks calculations* 80 billion.

"Not the nethers" Wade can and often does show proof of hurting but hed rather cut off his hand then let vanessa punch him in the balls. "Ow- owie 5000"

Hello Hugh Jackman.

After not seeing each other for so longer they instantly go back to the fibbing. "I live in the house with 12"

"You live in a house??" Funny guys get the girls. I should know. My wife says im super funny (yes im in therapy)

Pinky promises really matter to him.

Hes such a silly billy he brought out the phone with their song on it. God what a romantic idiot.

[dolliestfairy]

𝐹𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒╰🎀 . ִ ۫ ⁎ .

Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna, & Megumi with Chubby!Fem!reader who is a Fashion Fairy ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ╰🧚🏻‍♀️ . ִ ۫ ⁎ .

🧸 A/N : hey hey i'm just done taking a break for like 2 days so now i'm back writing again hehehe :) also i forgot to make the pt 4 of the baker series with gojo, but i already put him in here so i'm just gonna post this first, and then maybe i'll post the baker series pt 4 later. tysm! if you like my writings, please reblog & feedbacks me! ty!.

🧸 Warnings ; genoside mentions & murdering attemption include, Mocking/bullying (not from the jjk characters) and maybe some misspelled word. reader skin color is not announced.

Gojo ʚ ₊˚ ᥀

• Yuhh another fashion-enthusiast 👸🏽👓🤏🏻

• love your style so much that he sometimes buy clothes that match your style.

• really support your ethusiasm over fashion!

• every week after he had done his training or mission, he goes to where you lived, knock the door at your house, and ask you "Y/N lets go shopping tonight~!"

• if you refuse he will be a pouting baby, whining over everything. but if you accept him, this goofball will be Over the Moon 🌙🌬

• like, after you accept his invitation, he will goes to tell his happy news to his friends and his students in a rather exaggerated manner.

• Yuuji, Megumi, Nanami was exhausted at this point, hearing gojo mumbling "She accept it!" over and over again, at this rate they dont even know if this was a blessing or a curse.

• so mother fucking proud having you as his S/o. always mumbling and bringing it to others. but if some lowlife starting to mock you, he's going to act like an annoying offensed teenager saying "How could you say/do that to the love of my life!?" but... if that lowlife is taking it as far as wanting to hurt you or endangering you, well i suppose they're gonna have to encounter the Horrifying side about Gojo Satoru (although he'd still be in his Goofy attitude 💀)

Nanami ʚ ₊˚ ᥀

• didnt mind it, in fact he really love it, but he just doesnt show it too much.

• we all know Nanami is some sort of stoic person, so its not so surprising hearing this. he really really love you, and would die & kill for you. but he's a Man that doesnt really show it out loud.

• he's showing his love with how much he want to spend his time with you.

• one of his favorite part is that, he really love seeing how confidence you are in your beautiful clothes & jewelry.

• theres nothing more entertaining for him than seeing you compliment yourself in front of the mirror. he really love seeing you happy, and he would want to keep your confidence forever.

• but theres a time where some pest trying to somehow.. trying to.. lower your confidence. trying to.. make you uncomfortable about your own self & body.

• and if nanami knew that his beloved s/o is getting mocked and look down by some pest, he's going to go straight to their home, knock at their door, and lecture them with the wisest yet cruelest words you could ever imagine for 5 hours straight until that pest is become a crying mess and begging for mercy.

• after he done with those pest, he's going to a gentle giant to you. he's gonna try to make you confident about yourself again.

• what do you need? cuddles? food? more dress? more clothing? jewelry? hair accessories? no problem, its all for you.

• Would kill for you if that means he can see you happy and being comfortable with yourself again.

• and that's just how Nanami Kento show his love and devotion for you in his own way.

Sukuna ʚ ₊˚ ᥀

• oh my god this man.......

• he looks like a dilf but i'm telling ya this man is aged MORE THAN A 1000 YEARS OLD. so i'm just telling it may not go so well.

• he sometimes think millenials opinion and choice about their style and fashion are weird, but its not like he cares about them.

• hell he's the King of the curses! why would he cares about mortals fashion anyway? *pfft*

• but its all change when he meets you, the love of his life although he'd rather cut his tongue out than calling you this lmfao

• oh how he looove the the colors you put outside your skin, how they compliment your curves, giving you the best look, and the confidence. yes.. the confidence 🙌🏻 the way you compliment yourself in the mirror, also the way you gave zero fuck about some people who want to take down your confidence.

• but that doesnt mean that people can just get away. you may used to it but sukuna was far from it. he's going to go to that fuckface place and take their lowlife lives.

• he may even go as far as planning a genoside if it means keeping you safe & happy.

• but we all know he's a major tsundere, so he only would-to-never admit all of this at all.

• he probably would admit this in the most confusing way you could possibly imagine.

• but again, thats just how he show his love for you. he would kill for you, and he would even start a genoside if its necessary enough to keep you safe & happy.

[dovahkinniez]

this is an absolutely, shamelessly feral idea- but i hope you’re up for writing submissive, bound farkas in sexual denial 😇

+ no pressure to write it ofc if u don’t like writing for submissive guys!

i saw another fic by someone else with the trope of farkas gone feral from his wolf blood, and asked to be bound down to his bed to try and calm himself, he wears a muzzle that muffles his speech and secretly wears a chastity belt underneath 👀 And so i thought up this continuation of the trope and was hoping you’d write it for me (istg ur work is so good i have like it all archived) Btw the fic is called Wolfs Blood I'm pretty sure.

maybe it would be his wolf blood acting up that made him not realize his internal desires, how he actually wanted to be in this situation for sexual pleasure rather than to calm himself, but he slipped up. being bound to his bed, unable to tell anyone to release him, muzzled and strained by his chastity belt? It would be so unlucky for him to be especially horny and turned on that night. such a pitiful sight for him to be effortlessly struggling in his binds, hot breath escaping his muzzle, demeanor cracking. DESPERATELY trying to release his core from its prison; but just simply can’t. And so effortlessly turned on from the fact that he can't. maybe the reader (who farkas def has a wild crush on at the time) would be the only one awake at that time, only one hearing the grunts and near silent wails from the other room, the only one to investigate it, opening the door to such a sight 😳

being so clouded by desperation and denial, embarrassment and self control completely subsided him as an affect of his heightened wolfs blood making him so honest; he would beg the reader to help him through muffled words. He would have meant for them to release him, to take off his muzzle even- but the reader would have other (consensual) plans, determined not to lose this opportunity to make the oh so strong farkas SOB.

( I honestly didn't plan on making the trope so descriptive but I think I had a little too much fun- still dont really know how you're supposed to request things here.. Nevertheless id b so happy if u could use it 2 make a smut or something. If u don't want to, that's completely okay!!!!!)

` 𖤓 . . . FARKAS.

First of all, thank you so very much for the compliment! I love seeing you guys tell me you like my writing, like fr makes me so happy.

(18+) I did do a semi sub! farkas fic not long back, but it just didn't involve kink, so maybe you'd also like to read that if you haven't. But as I said, it wasn't sub sub, ya get me? Idk. ANYWAY! Yes, submissive men >>>. Gotta love em, I just don't write it out a lot due to the fact most people like them dom (tell me if I'm wrong). So hell, yeah. I love this idea, and the idea from the fic you told me about (I haven't ever read it though). But I have once read a few anime character fics that work along the same lines so I am familiar with the whole 'in a rut and can't control self' thing, and I love it. :D

So credits to the op who wrote that fic, I don't want to steal that person's idea, of course.

I will try and make this as gender neutral as possible, but there may be mentions of a female bodied reader, I'm sorry if I do and that makes you feel uncomfortable, I adore you all. And enjoy!

18+ only! Sexual content ahead, minors dni!!

Hours. That's what it felt like. Fingertips burning as he tugs at the restrains, trying to find some release. It's not working. Eyes glazed over with frustration and desire, his blood is burning through his skin, he's counting down the hours until this...curse...wares off. Hoping the ache in his body subsides, so he can feel normal again. The ceiling grows misty from his lack of vision as he pushes his hips up, feeling the metal of the chastity belt rub against his needy flesh.

Gods, he needed release.

Whining and grunting as he aims to gain as much friction as possible yet it isn't enough. Feeling the hardness of his cock strain against the solid metal stings as it grows tighter against his skin, fuck it hurts.

Asking to be restrained but a few hours ago he didn't expect to feel this worked up already, he knew it'd be bad but not this fast. He feels his body changing each rut he falls into and since meeting... someone. He's noticed his desires increase until it hurts, now he's completely feral as he attempts to grind his restrained cock against the belt, all while thinking of you.

He wants you so fucking bad its driving him crazy.

You walk back in from a night's work, shaking the adrenaline off your limbs; wiping blood from your face with your hand, which is smeared in just as much blood. Cringing at the taste of the blood you make you way into the sleeping quarters, it's silent. Not wanting to make noise you creep around, hearing noise from Farkas' room you freeze slightly, hoping maybe he could help you with some clothes as you didn't want to wake anyone up making a ruckus to get a change of clean clothing.

This had became a routine, as Farkas stayed up late at night he became the person you'd go to if you needed anything after a late night job. In reality the night time was the only time you had Farkas to yourself, enjoying his company uninterrupted and without eyes watching, where you could be yourselves. You found Farkas more comfortable in speaking around this time.

Slowly opening the door the heat hits you, taking your breath slightly at the sheer temperature in the room, Farkas felt you by the door. He could smell you and the blood that coated your form, biting down onto his bottom lip as he pulls on the restraints until it burned at his skin.

"Y/n.." By Dibella. His deep voice broke out into a cry of desperation, the sight took you by complete surprise yet something in the air compelled you to shut the door behind you, watching him closely as he moves his body on the bed, in an attempt to try and get you.

Walking closer you take in the details, feeling the arousal seep through your veins, it was intoxicating as the heat from his body radiated through the entire room. "S-Stop..." "Stop what?" You reply as you watch the sweat on his heaving chest, the way his stomach sucks in as you grow closer, how his back arches, his thighs cling together, tight and muscular. "You're making it worse." He barely growls out, whines passing his mouth as he falls back, watching you with dozy eyes. "Do you need help, puppy?" "Don't tease me." Inside he was begging, pleading and the way his hips push up tells you exactly just that.

Smirking, you begin to realise the power you hold in this situation. He's ready, hot and looking at you with needy eyes, all for you to play with. He notices your smirk, the way you snake your way onto the bed, watching his body as he shakes from not only the rut but now you too. He's always wanted this.

He just didn't realise how badly.

Slowly taking off your armour, he watches with bated breath. "Tell me, do you need help?" You ask again, he watches the blood drip across your naked form as you take ahold of his legs, parting them between you as he lifts himself up, he could cum alone at the sight and smell of you.

"Y/n-" "Farkas. Yes or no. Do you need help?" You cut him off, eyes sharp as he gulps with a nod, "Use your voice, puppy." You smile gently, almost innocently as you rub your hands up his muscular thighs, tugging at the straps of the belt he wiggles his hips up, wanting to be freed.

"Yes. Please. F-Fuck." He hums out, his lip almost bloody from biting down. "I need you-" Farkas whimpers out as you lean up, running your hands across his body, squeezing at his muscles and his neck as he pushes his head back, "Fuck. Me ... Please." He chokes out between breaths as you giggle while licking and kissing against his abs and v-line. "Patience, puppy." He had none. He had been wanting, needing and waiting for too long. He needed release.

You knew this. You decided to take advantage of it instead. So cruel.

"I can't-" "Ah-Ah." You smack his thigh, Farkas mutters a shy sorry, causing you to smile against his skin, "Good boy." Fuck. He felt whatever blood left up shoot right down, his cock pressing against the belt and he swore it felt as if it were bleeding from the pain. Whimpering as he attempts to close his legs, you slap his thigh again, grabbing at the hot flesh as he takes a deep breath in.

Biting and licking against his neck, bruises litter across the skin, you lick up his neck as he moans out, your fingers tangled through the raven locks of his hair as Farkas hangs his head back, like putty in your hand he follows each movement and each motion you make. Hot and sweaty under you, his body laid out ready to be fucked as he whines each time you make eye contact in a desperate attempt for more.

"You're so impatient." You hum out. He only whines more. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" You ask, he moans out, feeling his dick twitch against the metal desperately for your mouth. You laugh out, looking at him as if he were weak and pathetic and fuck, he loved it.

Slowly taking the chastity belt off you pepper kisses along his torso, releasing his cock as it slaps against his stomach, hot and heavy, tip leaking and angrily red.

You couldn't help but laugh, leaning back and simply watch him as his hips jolt, his cock twitching with need. "Please." "Patience." You shush him, running your finger across his thigh, until it reaches to his ballsack, using your hands you tug and gently massage, he grits his teeth, his cock bobbing with anticipation and all you do is watch, eyes low and glued to his face as he watches with a helpless expression, panting for more. Rubbing your hand up to his cock, feeling each vein and the wetness that formed a string from the tip to his stomach, you form a fist around him, slowly pumping, watching his dick swallow your hand as he let's out groans and whines. Fuck, he sounds hot.

You wish to stay there longer, but your mouth waters at the sight and the sounds before you, but it didn't matter how fast leaned down to move your mouth because to poor Farkas it felt hours before he noticed you slowly lean down to lick the tip, gathering the precum on your tongue before you slowly take him I'm your mouth, your jaw expanding until it hurt due to the thickness he bared. "Ohhhhhh ..... Fuck yeah." He breathed out, louder than he expected. Biting down on his bottom lip to mask his moans and to mirror the pain you were causing in his thighs as you dig your fingernails into them, gripping tightly while trying to fit more of him inside your mouth.

It almost felt impossible, too big. Poor puppy is too large for his own good yet he shakes and moans just as well while you lick and press your tongue against him, sucking and licking while making all sorts of ungodly sounds, Farkas listens and forces his own sounds to quieten as he rolls his eyes back, leaning back onto the bed. Arching his head back as you wrap your hands around him, pumping him while focusing your sweet mouth on his weeping tip. Farkas moans like the good boy he is, "Please... I need to come.." He begs, as you rub and fist the saliva that oozed out your mouth and down his shaft.

Tears roll down your cheeks from the sheer size of the man, yet his tears where from pure frustration as you fuck his cock with your pretty mouth and skilled hands. "Cum for me, puppy. Be a good boy." You say lowly, he whimpers and arches his back as he pulls on the restraints. "Fuck - fuck." He grunts as you bob your head up and down, hands rub and please his cock and his balls as your mouth licks and sucks until you feel him pulsating, squirting cum onto your tongue as you groan, you mouth rumbling against him as you tilts your head, licking and sucking down the edges on him, licking at the oozing cum as he continues to moan out like the whore he is, thighs clenched into stone until he gives way, limp and sweaty, whimpering breathlessly as you clean him up with your tongue.

"Gods. I'm not finished." Tonight was going to be a long night. Good job you haven't fucked yourself on him yet.

[yourtouchismidas]

how do u think matty reacts when gigi gets into her first relationship? i think he'd be wary but still very polite (also definitely gives the partner the shovel talk)

this ask perfectly follows on from the one i just wrote so we'll start from where that left off.

when gigi gets home from her first proper date, with the first guy she really properly likes, george has already text him to tell him where she was having bumped into him on the street. she tries to come into the house quietly, hoping that the noise of her little sisters messing around will drown her out and she can hop up to her bedroom without being noticed.

instead, the house is silent. perfect. no screams or laughs from the girls. they all must be out. gigi relaxes. she kicks off her shoes and puts down her back. she goes out of the hallway and to climb the stairs and then she hears him. a voice.

"august healy,"

it's her dad. she goes into the kitchen, knowing it would be disrespectful to ignore him, and he is sitting in one of the dining chairs, nursing a coffee, and stroking one of the twin's stuffy like he's in the godfather.

"hi dad," gigi says sheepishly.

"i received a very interesting text earlier," he says, putting down his coffee mug. "care to take a guess on what that may have been?"

she folds her arms, "i think we all know."

"i think we do," matty says, suddenly throwing the stuffed toy rabbit on the floor, then quickly, realising how hard he has thrown it, picks it up and says, "sorry bunny," and gives it a quick kiss on the head before placing it on the table. gigi is trying not to laugh. he's such a nightmare.

"i've heard, from a certain uncle, that a certain daughter, has been out with, someone of the male variety. am i correct?"

"dad can you stop?" she whines, "i'm fifteen."

"you're twelve," he says.

"for gods sake. where's mum? she'll put an end to this nonsense."

"your mother has yet to be informed of the male child. she is currently out with the rest of my charges. but i'm sure she will feel the same as I."

"dad," gigi says, giggling, "stop it."

"stop what?" he says, waving his arms around like some cartoon character.

"stop messing around. so i went out with a boy. its fine."

"i'll stop messing around when you tell me about him. and assure me that this male child has no intentions to hurt my precious child."

"didn't george tell you he's already threatened him?"

"he did not," matty says, "but i will need to threaten him myself, obviously."

"dad," gigi sighs, turning around to leave the kitchen.

"wait baby, come back," matty says, returning to his regular voice. "you dont need to lie about who you're seeing okay? please dont lie to me love."

"but you act like this! you care so much!"

"i'm just being a knob," he says. holding his arms out to hug her. "and i just care because you're my baby girl. okay? i want the best for you."

she leans into him. he rubs his knuckles in her curls.

"george did tell me he's really good looking," matty says.

gigi looks at him grinning, "oh my god he is, he's so fit."

matty pulls a face like he's just eaten something terrible.

"oh god, yeah no, can't do that."

"what?"

"happy for you he's fit an all but cant stomach hearing about it."

"that's fair enough, will you leave me alone about it now?"

"fine," matty says, going back to his coffee and picking up bunny again, "but i want to meet him. get him round for dinner please."

"sure," gigi says, taking the opportunity to run out the room.

"love you!" matty calls after her up the stairs. she sighs hard, but yells back, "love you too."

when you come back with the girls, you find matty in his music room crafting a song called "stay away from my daughter you shit."

"matthew healy," you say, grinning. you know he doesnt mean it. but you also know he loves that kid more than anything in the entire world.

"he's coming round for dinner," matty shudders, "i have to be ready."

[beantothemax]

*Slams this on your table*

Before i forget, Gonna call in the rest of the squad (please manually ping Aki i dont know his blog name) @meme-boys-blog @lesbian-empress-nero @stars-and-loops @ancestorlegacy

On with the show.

Here's the sole background music for this.

I hope you have tissues.

_________________________________________________________

“I need you to do me a favor.”

“What is it?”

“See that stack of papers on the desk?"

“…Yes?”

“Grab ‘em for me.”

“…Mitsuru, Junpei, Yukari, …Even Ryoji? You know that he is not-”

“I know. I just… never got to say some things to him. You can find him, yeah?”

“I cannot.”

“...That’s fine. Even if he read that letter, it wouldn't change that he's gone.”

“…I do not think your brother ev-”

[Laughs weakly]

“What?”

“You keep talking about him. Why do you keep doing that?”

“I shared a bond with him stronger-”

(Mocking) “…Than any of my poor human social links will ever have. You sound like he hasn’t been dead for like, a kajillion years already.”

“That is not the point. He was the-”

“Oh my god, just stop it already. You’ve had enough time. Just because you saw him in that one Archivist guy doesn’t mean you need to start mourning him all over again.”

(Frustrated) “You do not understand, he was everything to me.”

“…Kuzé, I’m not saying you should forget him. Just… let go a little.”

“What do you mean?”

“You keep talking about him like he’s still alive. Oh, that's not how Makoto was. Here’s how Makoto did it. Makoto had this persona when he fought this shadow. You sound like Bunkichi and Mitsuko. Why didn’t you learn from them?”

“I…"

“Let that persimmon tree get cut down. He would have hated to see you like this.”

(Whining) “Hey now… don’t leak all over my sheets… How am I gonna explain all this goop to Mitsuru?”

(Quietly, voice wavering) “You are right.”

“Mmm?”

“I said you are right. Kotone.”

[Sighs contentedly]

“I’m happy for you.”

. . .

[Laughs]

“Oh, would you look at that, our link maxed out. Maybe now you can write that song.”

[Holds in laughter, before eventually failing.]

“...Don’t you remember? When you approached me at school you talked about being stuck in an artists block.”

“...You know that was just an excuse."

“And? What’s stopping you now?”

[Sighs]

“Do you... want to hear it first when I finish writing it?”

“Sure. But... don’t forget about those letters while you’re making it, yeah?”

“Of course.” “And… Thank you.”

before i even read this i very much respect the spm music… it has very good songs and the memory themes/bounding through time are definitely up there

but. gah… kuzé realizing they can’t cling to the past forever… needing to accept that people are gone and move on… like bunkichi and mitsuko with the persimmon tree… and kotone helping them come to that…

very nice lil drabble vin, I like this :]

[safetycar-restart]

AYE AYE AYE AYE AYE HEAR ME OUT

needy, whiny baby charles who just wants you so bad, but you’re busy working on your computer - so you let him suck on your fingers while he jerks himself off for you, drooling all over your hand?!

being busy with assignments and projects works takes a toll on your mind. so once you reach home, you simply make it your goal to complete everything in a single sitting. that's when charles comes into play.

just uh. can you imagine him whining, pawing at your pants, shuffling around.. waiting for you to just look at him? and when you finally do, he'd rest his head on your thigh, lips dangerously close to your fingers. you see the way his eyes sparkle and push open his mouth for him to suck them.

FUCK AND THE DROOLING? charles is such a messy boy! he'd jerk himself off, dripping all over himself, the floor, wherever he is. he lets out the prettiest muffled high pitched whines when you thrust your fingers down his throat as a warning to keep it down, so you can focus on your work.

of course you'd give your sweet boy a nice and slow handjob later, while he's curled up in your lap, looking pretty and cozy <3.

- 📓

I... oh my fucking god 📓 anon you have once again outdone yourself. This is fucking incredible I am obsessed.

Firstly, you were far too optimistic when you thought that you would be able to get some work done in peace at home knowing that Charles is also home. Because how dare you think of doing something that Charles cant do with you?

No. If you're at home then Charles MUST be involved, those are the rules.

So you get home, stopping by the bedroom to say hello to Charles and kiss his forehead and then tell him you're off to the work for a little while. Charles smiles and wishes you well and you think that's fine.

Except you said 'a little while' which Charles naturally assumed to mean that you'd be working for all of 5 minutes and then come back for kisses and cuddles and slipping a hand down his pants. And that's what he thinks about, about you coming back into the bedroom and letting him cuddle into your arms and telling him about your day and softly taking him apart.

But then 10 minutes have passed and you aren't back? He huffs, very unhappy that you haven't returned and after another 5 minutes, he goes to find you. Because now he's lonely AND horny and you must fix both of these very pressing issues.

When he sees you working at the desk, he's not happy. Dont you know that desk is just for show?? You can't actually use that desk for work because then you can't be focusing on him?? Mean.

Naturally he simply must come kneel next to your chair. He doesnt even consider walking up to you or actually asking, because he's your little subby baby!! He can't be expected to actually ask you for things like that, not when he's this horny.

Maybe you're so focused that you dont even notice him come in? You just suddenly feel something touch your leg and look down to see Charles kneeling under your desk? He whines at you, pawing at your pants and shuffling into the space between your legs when you open them, his face resting on your thigh.

"Hello there," you say sweetly, stroking his cheek, "You alright?"

He nods, turning his head to try and get your fingers in his mouth but you remove your hand before he can. He whines louder this time, trying to chase your fingers, tears in his eyes because he needs to suck on something!!!

"Charles," you say, "I have to use my hands to type."

Charles either doesnt hear you or doesn't care, because he just continues to whine and try to stretch himself up enough to reach your hands.

You realise pretty quickly that you'll have to let him suck on your fingers. Because he's kneeling at your feet with tears in his eyes and a very hard cock and if you ignore him now, he'll be sobbing for the rest of the evening. Charles is your good boy yes, but he's also your needy little sub and you have to take care of him properly.

So you move your hand down and let him suck on your fingers. He takes two of your fingers into his mouth, immediately relaxing. His eyes shut, leaning against you and just calming down because now he can suckle on your fingers.

You tell he can jerk himself off, telling him to make himself cum for you. And well, of course he's more than happy to do so.

And yeah he's so messy!!! He's drooling all over your hand, made worse by the whining and moaning he's doing. And he's leaking precum all over the floor. You can't help thrusting your fingers into his mouth, making him gag a little as he gets closer because you know he loves that.

You just type with one hand as Charles jerks himself, crying and whining around your fingers.

Once he cums, you just have to move your working session to the couch. There's no way you can be away from Charles at the moment and you're not about to let him lay on the hard floor (which he absolutely would by the way).

So you help him up and onto the couch into the living room, quickly stopping by the kitchen to wash your hand and then grabbing your laptop and curling up on the couch. Charles is asleep in seconds.

And when he wakes, he's hard again but you've finished your work and it's time for a slow hand job before he slides off your lap and returns the favour.

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer rolled his eyes at the garlic bread cooking in the stove. He could hear Adam sucking on a bar of garlic butter from here. The place was starting to stink, so much so, Teddy sits outside in the garden most days.

Lucifer: so... Michael seems nice!

Adam: he's a bitch!

Lucifer leaned against the archway that separated the lounge and the kitchen.

Lucifer: you say that, but you love him~

Adam: pft- no I don't

Lucifer: yes you do

Adam: No, I dont!

Lucifer: yes you do, ducky-!

Teddy: boys! Please! I'm getting a headache!

Adam: oh shit-!

Lucifer: what? Addie?

Adam stood up and started pacing.

Adam: fuck!

Lucifer: Adam what!? You're scaring me!

Adam: Dora! I forgot to get Michael's number for you!

Teddy: Adam. Enough! He is a holy worry of our- someone else's lord and savior! He doesn't need me to... pleasure him in any way!

Adam: Teddy, you saw or tense he was! He barely got any ass before I left! Let a lone a handy! Luci, I better call him

Lucifer: Adam, leave dad alone~, you'll give him a heart attack

Adam held his phone to his ear, Lucifer tried to reach for it when he heard it ringing.

Adam: well, lucky he lives with us, downstairs, aye babe?

Lucifer: how can you even call Heaven?!

Adam: he has a summer home- Mickey! ... no, Mikey! ...shut the fuck up!

As Teddy walked in he was a glimpse of Adam going up the stairs.

Teddy: is he on the phone?

Lucifer: to Michael

Teddy: what!? Iess that 5 hours ago Adam was ready to start war just so he could wave his brothers head around and now he's calling him?

Lucifer: ... I think Adam has some emotional problems

Teddy: really son? You don't say?

Lucifer: Don't sass me, dad. I have bread to check on

After an hour on the phone, Adam came down the stairs. Lucifer smiled when he saw how happy he was. It must have been a good phone call.

Lucifer: just in time for dinner~.

Adam: oh good!

Lucifer and Teddy expected Adam to sit down, but instead, he waited by the front door, scrolling on his phone.

Lucifer: uh... ducky? You good?

Adam: hm? Oh! I'm great- Teddy~?

Teddy: ...what is it Adam?

Adam: do you like Chateau Petrus?

Teddy: Adam. That is almost a $6000 wine. One would do more than "like" it. It needs to be tasted- really tasted. You would drink a Chateau with patience and grace.

Adam: ...do you like it or not.

Teddy: yes, I like it.

There was a knock at the door, and Adam quickly put his phone away.

Adam: good, good! Luci! Get another plate!

Luicfer: what?

Teddy: oh dear.

Adam opened the door to a gorgeous human man- that looked a lot like Michael. After letting the man in, Adam closed the door.

Adam: alright- everyone, this is my brother Michael!

Michael: good evening!

Lucifer: we met him today, ducky

Adam: pft, I know that, but I wanted to give you guys a proper introduction!

Michael: one where Adam and I didn't have over 10,000 years of hurt and hostility to sort out! And besides, I'd love to get to know my brother in law! And... brother in laws father

Teddy froze up as Michael bee lined for him. Even as a human, Michael was taller than Teddy, but then so was Adam. Must be an angel thing. Teddy couldn't help but blush at the sight of Michael up close to him and opening his jacket.

Michael: for you~

Teddy looked at his hand, and there was a bottle of the wine Adam was talking about. Good God.

Teddy: oh- my- well- thank you, Lord Michael but you really shouldn't have!

Michael: You don't like it?

Adam: he loves it! It costs a lot of money here

Michael: oh I see! I'm sorry, but I don't understand human customs, if it's the price you're worried about, please rest assured that this cost me nothing.

Adam: did- you can say sorry to him!?

Michael: this is whine Adam, not destroying humanity

Adam: I didn't destroy it-

Lucifer: Adam! Come help me in the kitchen! I need a strong Devil to carry some plates

Adam: well, you've come to the right place~.

Adam and Lucifer left Teddy and Michael to get to know eachother.

Lucifer: did you really just set up my Dad with Michael?

Adam: No.

Lucifer: what- why?! Wait... no? Why is Michael here then?

Adam: Well, a few reasons... seeing as I've forfeit my control over the Vatican, I no longer need your father's contract. And... I don't want his soul.

Lucifer: okay...?

Adam: so... Michael is here to sort something out with him

Lucifer: and what's that?

Adam: a ticket to Heaven. And it's his to cash whenever he wants. I uh... wanted him to see Charlotte again

Lucifer: oh, Addie...

Adam: I know, I'm the sweetest. That doesn't mean Michael and Dora can't get it on, I did kind of set them up, but we'll see how that goes. This also goes you to...

Lucifer: ... i don't want to get it on with Michael.

Adam: huh? Oh! No! Duh! I meant seeing Charlotte. When we get to Hell, you're allowed to see her whenever you want.

Lucifer: what...? Adam... how?

Adam: my brother and I have always agreed on one thing. Family shouldn't be separated by death. The first humans and their descendants were ment to go to Heaven. All of them. But because of all the sinning humans did, most of them ended up in my realm! And Heaven and I hated eachother to do anything about the souls there. I still hate them! But Michael is willing to help. You two, at least.

Adam squeaked as Lucifer hugged him tight. It was the warmest hug Adam had gotten in a while, so of course, he hugged back.

Lucifer: s-she can meet the grandkids- meet the babies...!

Adam smiled down at Lucifer.

Adam: yeah... she can...

Michael: Babies?

Devil and the Priest!au

(Feel free to change the name- it's 1am where I am, so my brain is starting to fry lol)

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @fanofstuff01

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Lucifer drove through the country side, he's been behind the wheel for nearly 5 hours. He didn't realize how much of a drive getting to this monastery. He knew it was remote but this is getting ridiculous- he should have brought snacks.

He glanced out his window every now and then to take in the scenery. He's currently driving past a large body of water, where he spotted a small island. He wishes he was over there, with no worries or expectations. With no one but himself. The Vatican has been on his ass lately about making this trip. Apparently, there was something 'dark- and 'unsettling' at this monastery. If any of the priests he knew were anything to go by, it was probably just them. He swore they refused to die, they had more wrinkles than brain cells.

Lucifer turned his radio up, some type of rock song was one, it was a big no no to be listening to music like this, it's his car. Driver picks the music, and the Vatican shuts their cake hole.

Finally, as the sun was setting, Lucifer arrived at the monastery. The large stone building loomed over him, maybe the Vatican was right, this place was unsettling. He felt like he was being watched, the multiple colours in the sky masking how decrepit this place actually is. Pulling out a brochure from his pocket, Lucifer couldn't help but smirk, they're really trying to market this place like it's a holiday retreat.

Lucifer: "Welcome to the Hazbin. Find not only sanctuary and enlightenment but also beaches and the best crab around!" ...right, definitely staying away from the crab then...

After an exhausted sign, Lucifer licked his car and picked up his bags. Making his way towards the large wooden doors, Lucifer couldn't help but dread the next two or three hours, all he wanted was to hop into bed and close the world off foe a few hours but he'd probably have to take the whole tour and- ew- meeting people.

He shuddered at the thought.

Lucifer: I wonder if I could convince them to leave the formalities till tomorrow...

Lucifer gripped a huge, iron door knocker and banged it three times. He knew this could take a while so he prepared to get comfortable- until the door was pulled open.

Priest: Hello! And welcome to the Hazbin! How can I assist you this fine evening!

Lucifer: uh- yeah- hi, my name Luicfer, I've been told to come here by the Vatican- I've been told you're expecting me...?

Priest: hm... Lucifer...

The man flicked through a small book, humming every so often. What's the point in having glasses if you still can't read a damn book.

Lucifer: look man- sir- it's been a long drive, I'd really like to just get to sleep-

Priest: ah! Yes! Here you are, Lucifer! Please, come right in! We've been expecting you for hours, your overseer said you would be here this morning- but better late than never I suppose!

The man moved aside to let Lucifer in. He really didn't like this guy, but that's not new, priest are pretty... eccentric.

The man shit the door behind him, using at least six locks to secure it.

Priest: pardon my manners, Lucifer! My name is Alastor- Father Alastor. And I'll be your superior while you're here

Ah, great. He has to answer to this... lovely man. Forcing a smile, Lucifer did what he did best: lie.

Lucifer: that's very exciting Father Alastor, look forward to working with you and getting to know this place more personally!

Alastor: oh, I could imagine! I'm sure you've heard a lot about me! I've been in charge of five other monasteries before this one! All saw a raise in volunteers and profits.

Lucifer: that's fantastic, Father. It's a real honor to be working on this project with you-

Alastor: "project", yes, that's one word to describe it.

Alastor lead Lucifer down a long hall, hebcouldbt believe how quiet it was. He was told there were at least 60-70 nuns and other workers here but it just seemed abandoned.

Thankfully, Alastor showed Lucifer to his room, it was large with a queen bed in the middle. It didn't have much furniture, just a set of draws and a desk out looking the garden. It was dead and overgrown, but the air was fresh, he'll have to start taking up writing again.

Alastor: well! Lucifer, it is a real pleasure to have you here! Tomorrow I'll show you around and I introduce you to some of the other occupants here- there are quite a few so I do expect you to introduce yourself to some of them in your own time.

Lucifer dumped his bags on his bed, and turned to face Alastor.

Lucifer: that understandable. Thank you for this Alastor, I'll see you in the morning-

Alastor: bright and early Mr Lucifer. I like to get the day started as the break of dawn

Of course he does.

Lucifer: great! I better get some sleep then

Alastor: yes, you should. Goodnight Lucifer

Finally, Lucifer was alone. Or at least he hoped. He still hasn't shaking that feeling from earlier. Except this time, he was certain nothing was watching him, Alastor seemed to be the only other living thing here. And that's giving the bastard a lot of credit. Not once did he stop smiling- Lucifer already wants to wipe that look off his face.

All Lucifer wanted to do was sleep, so he got comfortable and started to drift off.