#gods the shadow primal looks SO GOOD.

[fictionismyreality3]

I Can Fight (18+)

Simon Riley x Reader

Tags: Smut, boyfriend!simon riley, possessive!simon riley, 141!reader, kinda dark!simon riley, established relationship

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, slightly controlling behaviour, it’s kinda toxic but like also not, military stuff??, clubbing, drinking, violence, choking, slight impact play, SHAMELESS SMUT

Notes: the side eye he’s giving in this photo is diabolical 😮‍💨

There was something about watching you dancing around in the tight red dress Simon bought you that satisfied the primal, caveman part of his mind. Going to the club after a long mission had begun to become a routine for the squad, and Simon never had a reason to attend before.

Not until you.

He salivated as he sat at the bar, his eyes constantly trained on your figure as you moved and grinded against any random person near you. Every hand that someone laid on your hip made his jaw tick and his cock bulge in his jeans. It was a little game you liked to play with each other. Simon still remembered the first time you were in his bedroom standing in front of his mirror, two dresses in your hand.

“I don’t know, the blue one kinda shows my ass.” You hesitated. “Wear wha’ever the fuck you want, luv. I can fight. I’ll rip the cock off anyone who touches you.”

The initial protectiveness he felt quickly evolved into a feral need to keep you all to himself, and you were just as bad as him. It was hard to tell when the lines blurred, but soon you were going out of your way to make Simon jealous, and every night out ended with him beating the shit out of some random guy.

It was wrong. It was fucking sick, really. But, the look in Simon’s eye when he came back to loom over you and grab you by the throat made you want to let him fuck you right there in the club. And the sex you had when you got home was the hottest of your life.

And that’s how Simon found himself sitting on a barstool, his legs spread to accommodate the way his cock was straining against the fabric of his jeans. He could see your eyes darting to him as you rolled your ass back against a scrawny looking guy. He could see the way you ran a hand down the front of your body just to tease him. He’d let you have your fun for a while. Then he’d come over and punch the lights out of the fucker who was touching you.

God, you were such a pretty thing.The little red dress you were wearing was tight enough to be a second skin. The collar dipped down to reveal a frankly whorish about of cleavage, but he didn’t mind.

You were his good little slut.

But he’d had enough now. A low grumble went through his chest as his pushed himself off the bar, following you as you led the guy out of the club and to the alley behind it. Just like you’d discussed. He stood in the shadows, palming himself through his jeans as the man started to try and press himself into you. Simon cupped his cock, liking the burn of the fabric he got when he rutted into his hand.

But then the fucker tried to kiss you and he saw red.

Your little game was suddenly over, and Simon was ripping the guy off you with a snarl. Heat flooded into your pussy, and you were clenching your legs together as you leaned against the wall and waited for him to finish. The man’s desperate pleas slowly turned into panicked gurgling noises, he went limp on the pavement. Simon gave him one last shake and then he was coming over to you.

“Look at you. So fuckin’ pretty f’me.” He shuddered, running his nose from the dip of your chest to your jaw. “You like dressin’ up f’me, luv?���

Simon drew a breathy moan from your lips as he slid his fingers under the hem of your dress. “Like watchin’ me break who ever touches you?”

Your back hit the sheets, the scent of Simon engulfing you with a dizzying intensity. His hands tugged at the fabric of your dress, pulling the fabric apart so it ripped by the seams. Suddenly, your red dress was on the floor, the only sounds in the room were your whispered pleas and Simon’s grunts as he fumbled to pull his cock free of his jeans.

Running a thick finger through your folds, he collected the wetness and forced it into your mouth. “Just couldn’t keep y’self together in the car, huh?” Shaking your head dumbly, you sucked idly on his digit while he began to stroke himself. “Si, please give me your cock.” You moaned, the words muffled when he suddenly shoved another finger down your throat, the intrusion making you gag.

“Gonna be a good girl f’me. Gonna take my cock so well.”

You were such a pretty thing, already needy and messy from how he’d teased you in the car. It was impossible for Simon to stop himself from just shoving his cock inside you all at once. The thickness of him split you open, a hoarse cry ripping through your throat as you clutched at his shoulders. God, you were such a needy little girl.

Simon drew his hips back, lazily pounding his cock inside you again and again. “Tha’s it. Take me so well.” The tip of him brushed against your cervix and he silenced your mewling with a slap to the thigh. Rough and calloused fingers gripped the flesh, tugging your legs up so that they were over his shoulder. “Gonna pound this sweet lil’ cunt.” A darker and more twisted part of him relished in the way you begged for him to slow down.

“Fuckin’ scream f’me.” He growled in your ear, threading a hand through your hair so he could angle your neck to the side. The delicious burn of his teeth sinking into your skin had you clenching around him. “Oh f-fuck, luvie.” He gasped, his hips stuttering before he was slamming his cock inside you relentlessly.

“You’re mine.”

“Mine t’fuck. Mine t’love.” One hand reached between you, rubbing tight, fast circles on your clit. White-hot pleasure sent you jolting underneath him, squirming around and trying to get the overwhelming bliss to stop. “Stay fuckin’ still.” Simon growled, his hand wrapping around your throat.

Simon watched you go all dumb on his cock, your eyes rolling back in your head as you clawed at his hand. He only tightened his grip further, his cock so hard he felt like he might explode. The way you were tightening around him, the way your lips parted, every little sound you made sent him spiralling.

The sound of skin hitting skin filled your shared bedroom, Simon’s balls slapped against your ass with every thrust. “No one’s ever gonna touch you.” He rasped, his own movements getting sloppy.

“Gonna cum real hard f’me?” The only response you could give was frantic nodding and little squeaks with the way he was constricting your airflow. “Gonna- oh, fuck. Gonna make me proud?” Everything felt amplified, and Simon felt drunk, dizzy off the haze of your perfume. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking greedily against your pulse point. “Give me tha’ pretty pussy.”

You could hear every tortured noise he made in your ear, and Simon could feel the way your cunt was fluttering around him. “C’mon, dovie, make me- christ, make me cum inside you.” Your nails raked down his back, leaving trails of desire in their wake. You couldn’t breathe, you could barely see, all that existed was Simon. And then he pinched at your clit and you were falling.

“Oh, atta’ girl.” He groaned. “Good girl, good girl.. gonna make me-” Hot, thick ropes of cum spilled inside you. Simon’s eyes rolled back into his head and he bit down on your neck, letting out a deep, raspy moan. Before you could catch your breath, two large hands wrapped around your waist, flipping you over on the bed. You head was pushed down into the pillow, Simon gripping at the flesh of your hip to tug your ass up into the air.

“You don’t think m’done with you yet, d’you, dove?”

[myhornysaga]

𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

Tags: smut, fluff, established relationship, mdni, graves x reader

Part 1, series masterlist

You and Phil have been married for over a decade now. You watched him and helped alongside in creating his brainchild, The Shadow Company, a private military company.

Fate is such a peculiar thing that you also happen to be a criminal lawyer who has quite a good track record of fair share of wins and losses.

But you had quit your career as a lawyer for a while. Yet, you offered Phil to be the head of his company's legal team which he solidly refused.

Even though you are good, he doesn't wants you involved in his dirty mercenary business in any shape, way or form.

But you know how to make him do what you want, wrap him around your little finger like your puppet.

A good blow job and licking his balls and he's a mess. Even better if you swallow his cum and lick your finger tips.

And then all you have to say is, "fuck me like a whore", with wide doe eyes...

Your words wake his primal cave man instincts and goes into an absolute rampage with only one mission on his mind which is to make you see stars in broad daytime.

Letting him rut his cock in you like a hungry dog in heat with your head shoved into the pillow. He drags you and throws you onto the carpeted floor and then starts thrusting his dick like horny rabbit while you grab pull his gorgeous blonde hair. He hisses at the pain but then leans down to suck on your nipple, making you moan, giving you pleasure only to then bite and make you yelp. Oh the pain and the pleasure...

After a certain tragic incident, he has mostly avoided cumming inside you. But oh Lord he'll be damned if doesn't comes inside you now! God, does he wants to fill you up. And he just does that. Sensing he's closer, he bites on your shoulder while you dig your freshly manicured red nails on his freckled back. And with that, he came in you.

You expected him to pull out honestly, like he usually does but god oh god does it feels good as Phil's cock twitched in you, you could feel his warm seed inside you. Oh god, thank god he came inside. You had almost forgotten what it felt like.

Graves had his head in the crook of your neck sucking on your neck, making sure he leaves his mark on you. You caressed his golden hair and pulled him to cup his cheeks.

Good Lord he is so beautiful. The muted sunrays made him look so... beautiful, ethereal almost.

You scanned his features like its the first time. His eyes, tired and blue, oh so blue. His lips, pouty and adorable, his nose and his cheek. Ah that damned scar on the apple of his cheek that stretched till his ear. Your fingers ran through his scar subconsciously and kissed it, with love and affection.

Graves knows he loves you but damn its like the first time again. Falling in love with you all over again because you accept him as he is, flawed, scarred, broken, tired.

You were so lost in the moment that you forgot your mission for which you now laid on the floor, legs wapped, naked with your husband on top and his cock in you as the cum dripped...

And.... done! He's yours now!

You have noticed for over a decade of warming his bed that Phil gets very vulnerable after sex. Its like, he will do whatever you ask of him, however crazy or insane it might be, he would gladly agree!

And that is how, you secured your position in your husband's private military company as the Head of Legal Team and department, Marketing and Finance Advisor and the Public face or public front for Shadow Company.

Its a lot of important roles but its not like you are incompetent. Your degrees, years of experience and having a family generationally involved in Finance and Law has helped you, a lot.

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M.list

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

*Ribbed For My Pleasure

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 676

cw: smut without plot, fingering, fisting, slight shadow play, rough editing

Note: Can you find the meme?

His hands. Oh Gods his hands.

The texture of his fingers molding between your flesh. Working you like putty melted around his.

"You're so good bunny." Azriel purrs, shivering your spine.

"Sir," your voice raspy, gasping for your next moan, "Your hands- I love your hands."

Stillness.

"What- ?" Three scarred fingers still cocooned in you warmth. The male was too stunned to speak.

Flushed, airy, "They're ribbed, for my pleasure... fuck please please keep going sir?" Waves of confusion spiraling your mates lust coated eyes.

You've been watching him. Admiring the ways he flexes his fingers while writing or holding a fork. ...cutting his food- gods you just needed to know what it felt like. If his fingers were this delicious, how was the rest of the meal?

"Fist me Az. I wanna feel you down your forearm. Fuck... your scars feel divine sliding in and out of me."

As his fingers started to fall back into rhythm, the air fills with the sounds of your lewid orcestra once again. "Are you sure Angel?"

"Please. I need it"

"Well, then let's see how good of a girl you are."

The momentary loss of his skin being repleaced with the pressure of more digits aligning themselves to your entrance coiled something so deep, so primal in the base of your stomach. Tickling your very soul and being. "I'm ready. Give it to me sir."

The pressure. The texture. Fuck. It felt like being torn open and sown back together by the hairs of a God. Four fingers in, three knuckles deep, thumb teasing your opening. His thick moan ripping the oxygen from your blood. "You take me so well bunny. Look at you fucked out with my hand deep in your womb."

Bliss. That's all you could feel. All that you were. At the hands of your mate, grinding down to his wrist, feeling him- needing him inside you. If you asked him to put his head in he would find a way. Just as addicted to each other as you were decades ago when the mating bond was accepted. You'd try just about anything with one another.

Azriels growls grew as his thumb finally slid inside. Scar tissue pressing against your walls, creating rippled screams of please from your thoat. Shadows curling around your body to get a better view, playing with your nipples and clit. Finding any contact they could to add to your pleasure.

Mate. Must please our mate.

One hand fisting your sopping wet cunt, one gripping your jaw, Azriel leans inbetween your neck. Leaving a trail of kisses from your earlobe to your collarbone. Evenetually finding shelter in the crook, he bites down. Marking his mate. Taking his claim.

"So good baby. Just like that- fuck your so beautiful."

"Az... Sir.. I.. I"m"

"Let go Y/N, cum onto my hand." That was your undoing. His raspy dark voice, his delicately rough hands, the pulse of love and adoration being shot through your chest. It was all too much. Arching against the bed you scratch at Azriels shoulders. Screaming as your release dances down the ridges of his skin. Skin intertwined with yours.

" You did so well my love" Wispers of praise help ease you as your come down settles. Bringing your mind back to reality.

"Don't leave yet. Please"

"I'd never leave you bunny. I should take my hand out, but I'm not going anywhere." With a whine of displeasure, Azriel begins to slowly pull his arm out of you. The shadows bring over a towel, cleaning you up before tossing it to Azriel. Allowing their singer to clean himself in your esseence. You were as much their mate as he.

"Drink sweetheart" handing you a cool glass of water the sleep starts to hit your eyes "Let's get you cleaned up. These sheets desperatly need to be changed or we'll be sleeping in a waterbed." Kissing the top of your head Azriel carries you into the bathroom, ever the loving mate. "I love you Y/N"

"I love you Azzie"

[prettyoatmeal]

Shouldn't Have Shared (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Following up my previous post LOL. This is also not proof read, I was listing to a documentary and listening to music in the background of writing. I didn't intend for this to be so long, but I kinda got lost in writing this.

GENRE: Smut

Summary: 'CAUTION! Do not share or this man will appear in your room!' is what the post said. Of course, it was just a hoax.. wasn't it? Sharing it to feed into your obsession for this fictional man from a video game, you're woken up to a pleasant surprise.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, creampie, overly possessive Ghost, primal, mentions of claiming and ruining.

Word Count: 1009

NSFW UNDER CUT

Masterlist here!

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Rustle... rustle, rustle...

Stirring in your sleep, you could feel something was.. off. You felt the air tensing around you, becoming hyperaware of your breathing and heartbeat as you began to wake up from your slumber. Opening your eyes and rubbing the sleep from them, you turned away from the wall only to see the shadow of a large man staring right down at you. Your life almost flashed before your eyes.

Feeling your heart stop, you let a loud shriek of terror at the unexpected silhouette. Sitting up quickly, you push yourself to the corner of your bed, your body working on autopilot as you pegged one of your stuffed animals at him.

You could see the little stuffy you threw bouncing off from his chest, hearing him chuckling under his breath.

"Gonna take a lot more than a stuffed lamb to take me out."

You'd recognise that voice from anywhere.

Holy shit.

Turning on the lamp of your bedside table, you finally got a look at the mystery man standing at the edge of your bed. Eyes adjusting to the light, your eyes widened at the realisation.

"Easy, love, no need to be frightened. It's just me. You know who I am, don't you?" Taking another step, he bent over and leaned his palms into the plush edge of your bed, allowing you to get a closer look at him.

Hmm, blond eyelashes. Cute. Full gear... hot. You nodded, swallowing. He was so much bigger in person. Over a screen you couldn't properly picture yourself next to him, but now that he was up close, it was jarring.

"Good, of course you do."

Slowly, he crouched down and picked up the soft toy, throwing it back next to you. Hearing his voice in person, you couldn't help but shudder as you stared in awe. He was so close, so close to you. If this was going to end in any of the ways you've fantasised about, it was going to end with-

"Tell me, sweetheart, did my character on a screen do me justice, or am I even more striking in person?" he smirked, his voice lingering with an arrogance which would make you gag if it were any other man.

He was real... and damned cocky too.

You hadn't said any words yet, and he noticed your silence, his head tilting as he was almost kneeling on your bed at this point.

"Answer me, lovie."

"Yes."

"You're good at listening, aren't you?" He continued, his voice low in just the right way to send a shiver down your spine. "Now tell me something else, you've always wanted more than just pixels on a screen. You've played the game, you've fantasised, you've shared."

Fuck.

"Fuckin' cheeky for sharing that knowing I'd come find ya, and now I'm here to give you what your imagination can't. Would you want that, lovie?"

Fuck.

You swallowed, hard. The air charged with a palpable energy. It felt as if the room was closing in on you two, the erotic tension flooding the air around you as you felt yourself becoming warmer. While you felt your fluster, your fantasies in turn were becoming more and more real by the second.

God, you wanted this. You needed this.

"Yes."

___

"Quit squirming, damn it."

Your eyes were rolled back. His hand was over your mouth, muffling your pathetic whines. You couldn't risk waking up the house, could you?

Your body pinned down against your bed, his clothed chest against your back. Slamming into you at an ungodly speed with sloppy noised, it was everything you'd dreamed about.

"I said," he started, pulling your hips up with his free hand with a grasp tight enough to bruise, angling every thrust which made you lose your mind, "quit squirming."

It was hard to not drool over his palm, the unholy echo of skin slapping together made you pray that no one else would wake up to hear it.

"Ghost-" you managed to moan out his callsign, muffled against his palm.

"Fuck, baby. Keep quiet f' me." he almost whimpered, his face getting lost and buried in your neck as he nipped and kissed at the soft skin. "Can't have- mmh - ye' waking the others up, can you?"

You were barely able to shake your head, this goddamn hunk of a man keeping you under his weight as he rearranged your insides.

"Sweet girl, how long have you thought about this? Touchin' yourself to the thought of me, now coming into y' room like this and using you like you've wanted." His voice came out as a growl, right against your hear and giving you goosebumps.

One night stands were never your thing, but you could for sure keep this going with him. With your walls clenching around him, your went blurry with tears as your eyes threatened to flutter closed.

His filthy words wavered, his voice breaking as he became increasingly desperate himself.

"Finally been given a taste and this wet cunt is just sucking me in."

With his cock hitting that spongey spot inside you, you tensed under him as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly. Only a few more thrusts and with a muffled cry, you were coming undone, gushing around him. The feeling only made him whine more as you clamped down on him so deliciously, his hips slamming against your ass were now on borderline primal.

"I'll give you what you want, y're all mine, fuck."

With a final grunt against your neck, you felt the warmth of his cum filling you to the brim. Though, he was so deep inside you that there was no where for his release to go but seep out of you. His his heavy breaths mixed with growls, he removed his hand from your mouth and helped to flip you over.

Pulling you almost down to the edge of your bed, you were put into a mating press, barely comprehending it in your post-orgasm haze.

"We're not done yet. Sweet girl, I'm going to ruin you."

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SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH

I'VE JUST GRADUATED

CHEERS

*************** DISCLAIMER Under no circumstances do I give permission to copy, repost, or manipulate my work in any way. I am not comfortable with this. If you wish to translate my work, message me privately. My inbox is always open.

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober 2024 Day 1: Thigh Riding with Logan Howlett/Wolverine

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine X Fem!Reader Word Count: 1494 Warnings: Thigh riding (Duh), Light dirty talk, Degradation (He calls her a slut once and talks down to her a lot), Cursing, alcohol and smoking. Kinktober 2024 Master(sub)list

Minors DNI

The atmosphere of the bar was casual, yet felt oddly intimate for the dive that it was.

Perhaps it was the low lighting.

Or perhaps it was the man sitting in front of you.

Logan wasn't the type to tolerate company when he went out to drink, he wasn't the type to tolerate company when drinking at home either, but that was beside the point.

"Then the fucker had the balls to call it an 'Educated wish'." He scoffed softly, rolling his dark eyes. "Can you believe that shit?"

The smoke from his cigar curled in the air between you, distracting you from answering for a moment, the air feeling heavy and smell of burning tobacco thick with a heady earthy scent that made your brain buzz with thoughts of the man in front of you.

Specifically, how much you wanted him to fuck you senseless like he had just the night before, and most nights before that since you'd managed to convince him that you were genuinely attracted to him and his age didn't effect anything, at least not negatively.

"Uh-Yeah, but at that seems like the least of the wild shit Wade has said at this point." You managed with a chuckle, thoroughly entertained by Wade's antics and Logan's long-suffering reactions, though your delay didn't go unnoticed, though it did go uncalled-out save for the slight upward curl to his lips.

To be entirely fair this wasn't sudden, you'd been desperate for him all day, from the moment you opened your eyes that morning and were met with his sleeping face you'd craved him with a deep primal need that only Logan had ever successfully inspired in you.

And you'd made this desire well known long before he decided to take you out to a bar for an impromptu date, he'd just sent you a knowing, slightly teasing, smirk at your huff of annoyance when he patted your ass with an order to go get ready.

So that's how he wants to play.

It wasn't uncommon for him to make you play waiting games, or tease you in public, though that went both ways. You could be a real devil when you wanted to be...And right now you want to be.

You shifted a little in your seat in an effort to get even the slightest bit of friction, but more importantly, it would send the scent of your arousal into the air, and knowing Logan he'll be more than able to smell it over the smoke.

It didn't take long.

Seconds after you shifted, he inhaled through his nose as if to let out another sigh only to freeze as the scent of your arousal reached his ridiculously strong senses. His dark eyes flashed up to meet yours, but you looked around the bar coyly, playing innocent just like he loved.

In your periphery you saw his brow raise as if to give you a chance to stop before you really even start, you just turned to look at him with an innocent questioning look.

The slightest of shadows fell over his eyes, he was as desperate as you were, but he was doing a better job of hiding it. So far at least.

He went quiet after that, clearly listening to the song that was playing on the jukebox in the corner, Paralyzer by Finger Eleven. How fitting.

Taking advantage of the distraction you lifted your foot, slowly trailing it up his calf to his knee and back down again. His eyes flashed back to you, a thin warning shining in their depths.

Rather than back down, you trailed it back up and past his knee, sliding closer to the edge of your seat so you could reach further up his thigh, not quite to the good bits but damn close, and he spread his legs in spite of the thunder brewing in his face. It was an act, he knew it turned you on when he fucked you 'angry' so he played it up a little, and God did it work.

The faint sheen of sweat accumulating on his brow as he tries to hold himself back, the scrunch of his furrowed brows over his half lidden eyes, his lips parted just slightly between puffs from his cigar, but those eyes were the real treat.

Dark and deep and roiling with heat that threatened to set you aflame and trained on you and you alone.

Sweet fucking Hell, you wanted him to fuck you senseless.

Then you got bold, the tip of your toes just barely brushing the bulge in his jeans only for his free hand to dart down to wrap around your ankle, his patience finally reaching its limit.

"Bathroom, 3 minutes." Was all he said before standing, leaving his drink but taking the cigar, and walking to the back of the bar. His words were simple but there was that low growl of arousal that sent you quivering with anticipation.

You're not entirely sure three minutes had passed when you got up, and you didn't particularly care, too busy vibrating with excitement that you were going to get what you want, but also nervous of how Logan was going to make you earn it for 'Making a show in public' as he liked to taunt.

Your panties stuck to your skin as went, already soaked through.

The bathroom was as clean as one might have expected from a dive bar, but you weren't there for the aesthetics.

You were there to, hopefully, get railed.

The moment you passed the threshold you were being manhandled forward with one hand while the other closed and locked the door, only to then be pressed back against it. Logan's furnace of a body pressed against your front, his lips claiming yours with the same animalistic hunger you've come to expect from him.

You hadn't even realized that one of his thighs had found itself between yours till the shock of being manhandled wore off and you melted into the kiss, which caused you to press down against his leg unconsciously, giving your poor aching clit just enough pressure to send a jolt through you.

His lips parted from yours as a gasp escaped you, looking down at you with a wicked smirk, he knew what you were thinking, what you wanted. And he was going to make you work for it.

He let out a low humming chuckle that was just this side of a growl, sounding smug. "Since you can't behave yourself..." He said rumbled into the small space between your faces. "Go on, Darlin', get yourself off on my thigh like the needy little slut you are."

His words sent another jolt through you, this time shock met arousal halfway. You had been sure he would fuck you, he has before, but it seemed he wanted to torture you just a little more. He knows that even if you cum, it won't be enough, it might even make your desperation worse.

You wondered if that's what he was hoping for.

His hands gripped your hips as he pressed his thigh up against you, using his grip to rock your hips against him.

Your own hands flew to grip at his shoulders as a narrowly stifled moan forced its way up your throat. The combination of friction from the cotton of your panties, the slide of your arousal soaking the fabric, and the solid press of his thick muscular thigh made a trifecta of sweet torment as he continued to move your hips for you, though that didn't last long as his voice rolled in your ear like thunder.

"Come on, needy girl, take watcha want." He ordered as his hands stilled, though they didn't let go.

Looking up at him with bleary eyes you weren't able to argue, you needed something, or you thought you'd go insane. So, you took over, rolling your hips against his thigh, the dress you decided to wear was a blessing, this would have taken so much longer had you worn jeans too.

And it didn’t take long as each pressing roll had new waves of pleasure washing over you, though it was lack luster compared to when he filled you with his cock, or his fingers, or his tongue. But you were too far gone to think about comparisons right now. Teetering too close to that edge.

The sounds of the bar on the other side of the door were far away to your ears as the heat in your belly built and built, a coil just waiting to snap. Your legs quivered and it was a good thing that Logan is strong because you were sure they wouldn't be able to hold you up right now.

When your orgasm hit it was in a show of shaking legs, shaking breaths, and pleading looks, begging for more.

But he just chuckled and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Let’s go finish our drinks."

[devildomwriter]

Ten Manga I Think They’d Enjoy #2

Lucifer

He likes manga that reads like classic literature, dark stories, mysteries, psychological stories, and occasionally something sweet or cute

Children of the Whales, Mujirushi, PTSD Radio, Requiem of the Rose King, Shadows House, The Summer Hikaru Died, Togue Oni: Primal Gods in Ancient Times, Gachiakuta, Your Lie in April, Drops of God

Mammon

He likes stories involving his personal hobbies like working on cars, gambling, etc. he also enjoys funny stories and secretly cute romances or relatable romances

Play it Cool Guys, Bleach, Chibi Vampire, Daily Lives of High School Boys, Fire Force, I Belong to the Baddest Girl at School, I’m a Wolf But My Boss is a Sheep, My Monster Secret, Skip and Loafer, The Muscle Girl Next Door

Leviathan

Leviathan loves everything but he’s especially a fan of gaming manga, magical girls, monster girls, isekai, and the classics

A Centaur’s Life, Jobless Reincarnation, Yashahime Princess Half-Demon, If Witch Then Which, Banished From the Hero’s Party I Decided to Live a Quiet Life in the Country Side, My Clueless First Friend, Far-away Paladin, Geek Ex-Hitman, If the RPG World Had Social Media, Komi Can’t Communicate

Satan

Satan loves manga that reads like classical literature but he also loves stories about cats, dark mysteries, psychological stories and ones with characters he finds relatable

Case Study of Vanitas, Cat + Gamer, XXXHolic, Haunted Bookstore, Skull-Face Bookseller Honda-San, Vampire Library, Heavenly Delusion, I’m the Catlord’s Manservant, Infernal Devices, Library Wars

Asmodeus

Asmodeus mostly enjoys romance whether it’s cute and fluffy or extremely erotic

Nana to Kaoru, We Can’t Do Just Plain Love, We Started a Threesome, I Want You to Make Me Beautiful, In to the Tentacle Cave, Who Wants to Marry a Billionaire, Training Mr Sakurada, My Androgynous Boyfriend, Birds of Shangri-La, Interspecies Reviewers

Beelzebub

Beelzebub is a big fan of manga involving food but he also enjoys a good action adventure and sports manga

Crazy Food Truck, My Deer Friend Nokotan, One Punch Man, Restaurant to Another World, Let’s Eat Together Aki and Haru, How to Grill Our Love, Giant Spider and Me, Hajime no Ippo, How Heavy Are the Dumbbells You Lift?, Plus Sized Elf

Belphegor

Belphegor likes stories with relatable characters which can be hard to find but he also loves adventures, horror, and Slice of life; he’s a little all over the place

Servamp, Soara and the House of Monsters, Jujutsu Kaisen, Rurouni Kenshin, You Have No Human Rights, Uzumaki, SINoALICE, Gannibal, The Tree of Death, Dorohedoro

Solomon

Solomon loves compelling narratives, dark psychological stories, stories that take a deeper look a humanity and immortality, and one’s that involves demons/angels/sorcerers. He does also love cat books like Satan

Ancient Magus Bride, Blood on the Tracks, Bloody Mary, Of the Red Light and the Ayakashi, Demon Diary, Dr. Stone, Emanon, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Magus of the Library, Mob Psycho 100

Thirteen

Thirteen is a little all over the place, she likes to see what’s popular but she also enjoys slashers, one’s that take a closer look at death and spirits, and dark romance

Duke of Death and His Maid, Executioner and Her Way of Life, Ghost Reaper Girl, No Longer Allowed in Another World, Versailles of the Dead, Your Turn to Die, Chainsaw Man, Your Letter, Solanin, Corpse Party

Simeon

Simeon enjoys reading manga that have some religious aspects, he likes ones about authors since they are relatable, and he enjoys some random ones here and there that are cute or funny. He’s also a sucker for a pure romance

Ceres Celestial Legend, Handa-Kun, A Witch’s Printing Office, Lord Hades Ruthless Marriage, Takopi’s Original Sin, Ride Your Wave, Haru’s Curse, Blank Canvas: My So-Called Artists Journey, Our Dreams at Dusk, Blue Flag

Raphael

Raphael canonically likes coming of age sports dramas. I believe he’s also he amused by one’s involving ant Christian aspects about angels and demons, heaven and hell. He also enjoys one’s that include his hobbies like security, military, and anything to do with fashion

Cheeky Brat, Waiting for Spring, Blue Box, Kuroko’s Basketball, Yowamushi Pedal, Ran and the Gray World, Mame Coordinate, Cinderella Closet, Kamikaze Girls, Anri a Shoemaker

Luke

Luke loves to try everything but his books are monitored to make sure he doesn’t stumble upon anything inappropriate for his age ana angel status. He loves ones about food, animals, adventure, and a good slice of life or 4-panel.

Cat Massage Therapy, Yu-Gi-Oh, Pokémon Adventures, Animal Crossing, My Little Pony: The Manga, Story of Seven Lives, Star Wars: Rebels, Dragon Ball, Disney Twisted Wonderland, Cardcaptor Sakura

Michael

Michael enjoys funny books, one’s that take a closer look at humanity and war, classical adaptations, and one’s involving angels and demons.

Record of Ragnarok, I Had That Same Dream Again, Skip Beat, Angel Sanctuary, Homunculus, The Ephemeral Scenes of Setsuna’s Journey, Alpi the Soul Sender, X, Ballad x Opera, Legend of the Nymph

Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles likes books that involve history, nobility, prestigious jobs, mystery, and equestrian sports. He also enjoys one’s about demons and servants.

Chronicles of an Aristocrat Reborn in Another World, Great Jahy Will Not be Defeated, Villains Are Destined to Die, Vinland Saga, Cantarella, Kingdom, Blade of the Immortal, Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective, How a Realist Hero Rebuilt the Kingdom, Ajin

Barbatos

Barbatos prefers books that are dark and disturbing as well as insightful books on time, immortality, grief, morality vs law, etc.

Coffee Moon, Drifting Classroom, His Majesty the Demon King’s Housekeeper, The Maid I Hired Recently is Mysterious, Horizon, The Lady and Her Butler, I Sold My Life For Ten Thousand Yen Per Year, Homunculus, Parasyte, Yokai Rental Shop

Diavolo

Diavolo absolutely loves cute family manga, funny manga, one’s that involve demons and angels, cute romances, and exciting action and adventure. He isn’t picky and will read anything if it’s been recommended to him.

Correspondence From the End of the Universe, Soul Eater, Given, In the Clear Moonlit Dusk, Juana and the Dragonewt’s Seven Kingdoms, Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School, Thigh High, Delinquent Daddy and Tender Teacher, Hate Me But Let Me Stay, Hinamatsuri

[tripleglitchwriting]

Ignition (Part 2)

GN human reader, Ratchet-centric

CW: Graphic injury, getting burned by water, unintentional fearplay, mild language, a solid block of angst, referring to a person as “it” (unintentionally)

You’d made pretty good time all things considered. The lightheadedness and constant nausea were a mere annoyance now. You were going to find where that noise came from and you were going to get help and you were going to survive this. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Trying to get places with a broken leg and a dwindling supply of adrenaline was not your best idea. To be fair, neither was agreeing to go on a hike alone in an unfamiliar forest. For hours you clawed your way through the leaf padded forest floor (thank god for autumn), but as the sun began to set a familiar sense of dread crept into your psyche.

You could die here.

Keyword: Could. You’re too stubborn to sit in place and wait for a rescue or call for help in dense, unpopulated woods. Bursts of perseverance refused to let you lay down. Not long after your thirteenth short spout of energy, you began to regret your bullheaded pursuit. Not because you were tired or losing hope, but because you may have just found what you were looking for. And it was fucking huge. At least that’s what you could tell from the earth splitting footsteps and overarching shadow beginning to cast itself over you.

The thing towered above your already crumpled body. It didn’t even seem to notice you at first… until you involuntarily screamed very, very loudly. Then it looked directly at you. Shit.

Bright blue lights beamed down at you like the sun through a stained glass window. Not like a beautiful sunset, of course not, it was like the kind of light that blinded you and only you when you went to sit down. Its eyes alone pinned you in place, but once you regained your vision its face came into view. A realization came to mind, it was decidedly not a giant. That would be too easy. It was a giant ROBOT. Because normal mystical creatures were apparently too last century so you were stuck with this. And all that adrenaline you had so badly needed earlier came flooding back.

First, you screamed again. Then, in your frenzy, you tired to run away, immediately remembering why you hadn’t done so before. You kept trying though, and you kept failing. Its hand, which was bigger than your entire body, began to descend down on you. Before it could get halfway though, a very helpful bought of more screaming and one-legged kicking seemed to deter it. Good news! You weren’t dead. Bad news! It was making awful metal grinding noises now.

You could feel your heart pick up in speed and your breathing quicken to dangerous levels. Attempting to back away again you noticed its face scrunch up into a weird shape which was not what you expected for something made out of metal.

Inside you something snapped when it reached out again. Some primal fear ignited by pain and panic. More screaming lurched its way out of you, this time with an animalistic undertone you didn’t even know was possible. You tried to claw and fight against its fingers as they eased their way under your back, but they were too strong. Or you were too weak. Either way, the thing was lifting you up, images of kids with dolls flashed in your mind as you got closer to its face. You felt scrutinized, but it didn’t last long as another hand was placed on top of the one you laid on, sealing your fate in darkness.

Well, at least if you survive you’ll have one hell of a story to tell. Unfortunately that didn’t seem very likely, because you felt gravity abandon you as the thing walked away.

——————————

Ratchet felt horrible about the way it struggled and cried, but there wasn’t much he could do for comfort. He just needed to get back to the pod, maybe he could find some sort of anti-bacterial spray or something to seal the wounds, maybe a splint for that limb. Pit, he’d even just take some fresh water to clean it up.

Thing is he didn’t know much about treating organics, especially not ones he was unfamiliar with. In this case “unfamiliar” was putting it lightly. Eventually he stumbled back upon the pod, immediately looking around for something to help. There didn’t seem to be anything of much use, not if these things couldn’t withstand intense welding, and he highly doubted they could.

Quickly he looked back at his scans. There was some sort of water source nearby, if he could purify it maybe he could at least wash out its injuries. With no other option he strode off toward a small creek. He took a medical blowtorch with him to kill off any harmful bacteria that might be in the water.

Once there he got to work. Well, he would have if he had the hands for it. Very carefully he set the thing down on the ground, creating a quick storage container out of scrap from the ship and his blowtorch. Soon after the water was boiling, and he was ready.

The thing, in fact, was not ready. As evident by the painted screams it let out when he tried to wash out the wounds. He would just ignore this as more struggling, but its skin turned a shade of pink where the water had touched it.

Of course, the heat! This thing didn’t have the metal to protect its squishy body, he was burning it! Luckily he hadn’t done much, only a drop of the water really. Ratchet got to cooling the liquid off immediately, but when he went back to check on the thing its little optics were closed and it wasn’t moving. Frag, frag, frag. He did a scan of its body- and to his intense relief it was only unconscious. He had a lot to learn about this species, but for now he’d have to focus on making sure this one didn’t offline.

Some time later it looked a bit better- at least with all that grime off. He didn’t remove the coverings it wore, for all he knew that could offline it. Though, he did scan the things skeletal structure. It was… strange, and honestly quite impractical. Its denta showed it was most likely an omnivore, which would be helpful in getting it refueled later. The back molars were flat yet it still had sharp incisors, Wheeljack would be enamored. But Wheeljack wasn’t here, he remembered, and neither was anyone else he had ever known.

His spark dropped, but was subsequently interrupted by the things stirring. Its optics opened in a dazed confusion, at least that’s what he assumed anyway. Scrap, he hadn’t had the time to make a splint! When it fully woke up it seemed awfully aware of that fact, again attempting to move away but falling back all the same. He realized words weren’t going to help, so maybe actions would.

Ratchet knelt down lower to make himself look smaller- a behavior he’d observed in other wild creatures. He was a bit disappointed by the lack of a positive reaction but soon caught it glancing at his servos. It must not want to be grabbed again, and he couldn’t blame the thing for it. He only raised his servos up slowly with open palms, and placed them behind his back. This seemed to get a reaction, as it stopped trying to back away. Instead it tilted its helm and finally tore its optics off him.

It looked down at itself, noticing the lack of dirt and red energon. If its expressions were to be compared to that of a cybertronian, he’d say its face softened. It looked up at him again, still very hesitant but progress had been made. And right now, progress was all he could ask for.

[chvoswxtch]

Congratulations on 4K Court! 🤎

may I please request an americano (iced if you wish… I wouldn’t complain) with Matty based on “he was chaos, he was revelry, bedroom eyes like a remedy”…. I know you can nail the “But Daddy I Love Him” vibes. ☕️

Thanks pretty baby!

you can't give me a song that has bedroom eyes in it & not expect me to make it slutty

you really can't give me anything matty related & not expect me to make it slutty, honestly

I didn't realize beforehand how perfectly this song fits him, but it absolutely does, so thank you for pointing that out to me & letting me have fun with this ;)

as a reminder, over ice means it's spicy! (minors dni)

blurb below the cut

order for matt with a shot of but daddy i love him

he was chaos, he was revelry / bedroom eyes like a remedy

Matt Murdock was not a perfect boyfriend. Everyone around you seemed to feel the need to voice their reservations, shrouding their unsolicited opinions under the guise of concern. Your parents were weary of you pursuing a stable future with a man that allowed his clients to pay in baked goods. Your “friends” looked on you with pity every time Matt couldn’t accompany you to some party or dinner, incessantly encouraging you to cut your losses and find a more “suitable” partner.

They all claimed they just wanted what was “best” for you, but if they were so blinded by their own undesired judgment that they couldn’t see the genuine happiness in your smile every time his name was mentioned, or the way your eyes lit up like the grand tree in Rockefeller Center at Christmas whenever he entered a room, then they didn’t really know you, and they certainly didn’t know Matt. Not like you did.

Perfection was not what you wanted from Matt, anyway. Sure his dual life as a lawyer by day and vigilante by night was complicated, and oftentimes it came with a storm of chaos, but you two navigated it the way you did everything else: together. 

The only luxury you desired was being his. Matt was the one you wanted. There was no shadow of a doubt in your mind, and every single blood cell in your heart agreed. There was no space for anyone else to occupy your soul, and there never would be. If Matt proposed to you tomorrow with a ring constructed of paper, you’d accept it joyously.

You didn’t give a shit if Matt couldn’t make it to some pretentious dinner party surrounded by a bunch of people that you weren’t even that fond of. The whispered rumors of infidelity and empty condolences aimed at your back didn’t bother you, because you knew better. They didn’t know the true nature of the crimes Matt was really out committing disguised as the Devil, and that little secret made you smirk every time you overheard a tale of your “misfortune”, or your name replaced with “poor thing”.

Oh, if they only knew.

If they could only see you know with your dress unbuttoned, Matt’s greedy hands canvassing every inch of your soft skin, marking your neck up in violet and maroon tattoos of possession. If they could only hear the way he sang hymns of your name, honey dipped praises caressing the lobe of your ear along with his lips, delectable sounds of worship torn from the depth of his chest and echoing around his apartment. If they only knew that Matt couldn’t even make it to his bedroom, that his ravenous and primal desire had him pressing your back up against his front door with your legs woven around his lower back, fucking you lovingly but relentlessly.

They couldn’t feel the passion of his hips colliding into yours repeatedly, his warm tongue savoring the taste of your flesh, his cock reaching a depth within you only he could find that sent you both to the heavens above. They couldn’t hear the sacred vows he cried out to you, loud enough for his God and all of his neighbors down the hall to hear. They couldn’t see that even though his captivating hazel eyes were void of sight, they were fixed in your direction with nothing but pure adoration and devotion.

They would never know how good it felt to be loved by Matt. They would never know that you felt Matt’s love all around you, like the first icy wind of winter through your hair or the first kiss of summer’s sunshine on your cheeks.

No one would ever truly know you, except for Matt.

So if everyone wanted to keep bitching and moaning about how you should “come to your senses”, fuck ‘em.

[suchawrathfullamb]

GET THE WILL GRAHAM VIBE

Since so many of you are obsessed with the idea of being Will and dressing like him ain't working out, because it's not about aesthetics, but about aura...Here's an analysis of his energetic configurations, with a practical advice on how to actually embody that vibe:

The first thing to understand is that we analyze the energetic components of characters based on the actor's charts, because if we look at life as one big play, and theater/film being a micro reflection of that concept, then the director or creator of the movie/play/show acts as a god, casting a specific actor for a specific role. Therefore we do not need to know a fictional character's date of birth or anything of the sort, as the actors are always being cast in characters that mirror the spiritual stage they embody.

Hugh Dancy shares the same archetype of Jared Padalecki, hence why Will and Sam have almost identical arcs: fighting with two sides of their nature, emphasizing the dualistic nature of reality (good and bad, wrong and right), going through tumultuous and torturous trials, and having an abiding love for someone that drives their actions. They also share funny similarities such as loving dogs, wearing plaid, being intellectual and having hair that calls attention lol.

They both have "special abilities" that are a burden to them.

Both Hugh and Jared were born under a specific Lunar energy that is ruled by Rudra.

The name "Rudra" itself comes from the Sanskrit root "rud," meaning "to cry" or "to howl." This suggests a deity connected to emotions, particularly pain, anguish, and a primal longing.

It's not at all random that both characters are known for crying, suffering and even Will always being "soaked"!

Sam and Will were transformed through pain, and Rudra symbolizes both the terror and beauty of destruction that leads to transformation.

And his association with grief and destruction gives him a complex and paradoxical nature: he is fierce yet tender, destructive yet deeply compassionate.

This particular constellation is called Ardra, the "star of sorrow," symbolized by a teardrop and represents the stormy aspects of life, including intense emotions, challenges, and upheaval. This constellation brings forward the power of Rudra, channeling his energies of anger, grief, and eventually purification.

Ardra is under the influence of Rahu, the "head of the dragon", and is a shadow planet, often associated with desires, illusions, materialism, and obsessions. According to myth, Rahu was originally an asura (demon) who, during the churning of the ocean (Samudra Manthan), managed to steal a sip of the nectar of immortality by disguising himself among the gods. When Vishnu discovered this, he beheaded Rahu, but since Rahu had tasted the nectar, his head became immortal. Rahu represents the severed head, while his counterpart, Ketu, represents the body.

Rahu symbolizes the relentless drive to achieve one’s desires, often leading one into uncharted or forbidden territories. He is associated with illusion (maya), hidden ambitions, taboo-breaking, and transformation.

Under Rahu’s rule, Ardra becomes a place where the individual seeks knowledge and experience beyond the traditional boundaries. This can manifest as a search for the truth behind illusions or a confrontation with uncomfortable aspects of life.

Rahu is a seeker, often looking for what is hidden or forbidden. Under Rahu’s influence, Ardra natives are known for their quest for truth, curiosity about life’s mysteries, and a tendency to probe deeply, even if it means challenging established norms.

Rahu’s energy in Ardra encourages the exploration of the shadow, things that are hidden, feared, or unaccepted. People influenced by Ardra often have the courage to face difficult truths, both within themselves and in the world, which can lead to personal growth and transformation.

Those with a strong Ardra influence may challenge societal expectations, explore unconventional paths, or engage in activities that push boundaries.

Together, Rahu and Ardra form a nakshatra that is both turbulent and transformative, focusing on a path where one must confront illusions, fears, and inner darkness to attain deeper understanding and freedom. Rahu’s influence on Ardra makes this nakshatra a place of karmic learning and powerful change, where the storms of life (symbolized by Rudra) bring both destruction and the possibility of rebirth.

In this way, Ardra and Rahu teach the lesson that confronting and dismantling our illusions, fears, and attachments is essential for spiritual growth, even if it involves pain or hardship. Through the intense journey of Ardra, Rahu ultimately leads to the breaking of old patterns and the emergence of a clearer, more authentic self.

What you really want to exude though, is Will's magnetism that comes from him embodying duality so perfectly (hence the "gender envy" you guys talk about). You want that yin-yang, magnetic aura.

Well, you can get that by chanting the HRIM mantra.

Chanting "Hrim" can make a person more magnetic due to the mantra's deep association with Shakti—the divine feminine energy that embodies attraction, creativity, and transformative power.

When chanted, Hrim produces a sound frequency that subtly shifts one's energetic field, making it more harmonious and balanced. This resonance aligns the practitioner with cosmic forces, increasing their natural charm and appeal, as they are attuned to the fundamental energy of creation and attraction.

By connecting with the energy of maya and transcending illusions, Hrim helps one cultivate inner radiance or tejas (spiritual glow). This inner radiance becomes visible to others as an attractive, magnetic quality that draws people in on an almost intangible level, as they sense a vibrant, vital energy.

This mantra is amazing for anxiety, also. It generates a sense of space/void so it clears the mind.

Also, his expression number is 3, deriving from 21, which means he embodies major arcana The World and The Magician, birthing the Empress.

The Empress is the verb, the ternary, plenitude, nature, fecundity, generation in the three worlds. She is wisdom. Discernment. Idealism. Intellectual solar influence. It is the arcane of Sacred Magic, an instrument of divine power.

The Magician is the Creative Impulse and The World is the closing, the manifestation being completed. So we have, essentially, the creative impulse of completion that generates sacred magic. This manifests an individual who exudes a sort of surreal magnetism that is very tender and feminine in nature, at the same time that it triggers a feeling of wanting that individual's dominance over you, but not through force, but through love/care. Which explains why most fans want to "baby" Will but also crave for moments where he acts unhinged.

[cybercanibalism]

[DNI: MINORS & 25+ CISHET NUDES/SEXTING TRANSPHOBIA MISSGENDERING RACISM FATPHOBIA AND ANYTHING NON-CONSENSUAL]

1. INTRO IN ENGLISH:

Dexiaure/Dex/Dexie, Donnie, Demian, Dann, Na or Mein.

🐺🐾 Maned Wolf Cub (Aguará Guazú) & Calupoh WolfDog!!

🐱❄️ Snow Leopard (Panthera Uncia) & Nebelung Cat (Felis Catus)!!

Names you can use with me

(🐺🐾) Tell me puppy, little wolf, wolf, pup, dog, claws, tail, pussyboy or doggy ^_^!

(🐱❄️) Tell me kitten, feline, meow meow, prrrrrince, pussycat, spot or paws ^0^!

(🧛🏻🩸) Tell me sir, mister, master, fangs, count, general, mr. hunter, my owner, boss, lord or king! /For Dom!

(🦦🧃) Tell me little one, pretty, little fangs, good boy, honey, sunshine, little horns, little sun or my beloved boy /For sub!

(🚷🩹) Tell me piggy, sick, piece of trash, shit, slut, whore, bitch, asshole, stupid, lunatic, toy, filthy boy, donkey or dirty boy. /For humiliate!

(💉🥩) Tell me vamp, bat, little vampire, little bat, devil, crow, bloody, shadow, void, sharky, dino guy, ghost, corpse, dead, spider, ratman, mr. d, snake, dragon, monster or foxy. /For others!

In the multiverse of (fictional) personalities, I am also a demon, a vampire and others (💉🥩)

19 y.o. Switch with Dom lean, voyeur, sadomasochist, rigger, probably caregiver, brat tamer, degraded, nd (audh), ftm androgynous (ambiguous and versatile gender expression), polyamorous t4t lean (but in the end it doesn't matter what gender it is) & CHILEAN 🇨🇱 I SPEAK SPANISH, I'M SORRY FOR THE BAD TRANSLATIONS (/^\).

Alternative, emo, scene, gothic, punk, visual kei, cybergoth, etc. (I don't look like one, but I love subcultures).

2. INSTEREST:

hannibal, dexter, true crime, heavy metal, sharks, dinosaurs, neurodivergences, mental disorders/psychiatry, movies/series of everything except comedies or musicals, fanfic, webtoon, manga/manhwua/manhua, anime, collecting tiny things, serial killers, dance, art, poetry/writing, full bdsm, philosophy, thinking, and more.

Clarifications: My kinks and everything posted on this blog, do not mean that it is something necessary to do with my play partner, if my partner had hard limits regarding some of my kinks, I would respect him above all, the same if they are TW, I would also avoid bringing up the subject. For me, too, everything is valid from mutual consent, even CNC, consent is required. So if the relationship is not SSC, then I would be very concerned, first of all, about talking, respecting and understanding, okay? Do we understand each other? Very good, good boy/girl/dog/thing!

MORE KINKS, TAGS & BOUNDARIES UNDER THE CUT

3. KINKS:

Wax play, gun play, knife play, blood play, with sharp things, with whips, bandages, gags, harnesses, chains, ropes, collars, handcuffs, etc.

Sensory deprivation, spanking, T4T, bondage, self-bondage, kinbaku, role-playing, orgasm control, breath control, erotic asphyxiation, light CBT (genital torture), discipline, sadism, masochism, praise, humiliation and degradation (between light and severe), light primal play, human furniture, dehumanization, mummification, intox (alcohol, weed), maybe hypno/somno, anal stimulation, etc.

Protocol domination/submission, Master/slave, Owner/pet (petplay), power games, God/devotee, etc.

Hands, gas masks/monsters/demons/animals, latex, rubber, vore/cannibalism, hybristophilia, choking/strangling, monsterfuckers, biting, sucking, marking, hair pulling, size difference, spit/drool, double penetration, skin pinching, face fucking, rub, four legs, scratch, blows, blowjob, kiss without tongue (preferably), growl, grunt, non-penetrative sex, bathe and be bathed in a tub, sex in the dark, etc.

Kidnapping, murder, boss/employee, religious, royalty and servants/subjects, vampires, demons, monsters, unhealthy obsession, mafia, hot nerd, etc.

4. HARD AND SOFT BOUNDARIES:

Soft boundaries: Extreme CBT, Golden Shower, CNC, Foot Worship, Extreme Torture, Exhibitionism as Humiliation, Nipple Torture, Extreme pain, Ageplay, Age Gap... I can't think of any more at the moment.

HARD boundaries: Coprophilia/scat, zoophilia, exhibitionism, genital torture towards me, genital worship for both myself and another person, nudes, sexting, pedophilia, forced feminization, missgender, bodily fluids, pregnancy, incest... I can't think of any more.

[Clarifications: soft boundaries. Extreme CBT and golden showers are only towards the other person, definitely not towards me.]

TAG GUIDE

For sub post #cyberdexsub

For Dom post #cyberdexdom

For pet post #cyberdexpet

For art post #cyberdexart

For pics post #cyberdexpics

For kinky/horny post #kinkycyberdex

For vampy/bloody post (not sh) #dexcybervamp

For random things about me posts #dexie stuff🦦

For others post #dirty dex🦴, #weird dex stuff, #poetry grotesque🫀, #dex en esp 🇨🇱

(I will probably add more in the future)

[maspers]

 As the war raged on and on across space, time, and the whole of reality, there was one thought in the back of every faction's mind.

"Who's next?"

The universe is a big place, plenty of room to wage war between those who would harness the powers of Heart, Mind, Dream, and Dark, and that was a good thing. Because, people were beginning to realize, that meant they didn't have to wage war anywhere near Planet Pop Star. A tiny little planet, sitting there in the unambiguously unclaimed territory of the Gamble Galaxy, practically ripe for the picking to be conquered. Its Inhabitants largely weak and extremely friendly across the board, and filled with lush flora and vibrant fauna to basically fulfill any need for resources you might have. And yet… 

Dark Matter had tried first, to the surprise of nobody. The black mass was always expanding and attempting to subsume all into itself. But despite its mindless devouring there was a reason it was feared across reality. Everyone expected Pop Star to be absorbed and assimilated.

Instead, the shadows sent over there were never seen again. Dark Matter, being Dark Matter, could not allow this insult to its existence to stand, so it launched a full-scale assault of the planet, and when those further attacks failed the Zero emerged from the cloud for the first time in centuries to attack the planet directly.

And it got annihilated. It bears repeating, THE ZERO, the centerpiece of a primal matter and the EYE of a GOD got annihilated. Its broken, bleeding corpse was dragged back into the mass as the shadows fled back out into space.

Those who heard about it reacted with shock, and disbelief. Dark Matter, defeated so soundly? Impossible. And due to the nature of Dark Matter, it was a story that couldn't be confirmed. So everyone just filed the reports under "look into this later, if you have the time" and went back to waging cosmic war. And things stayed quiet. For a time.

Until the tolling bells of a NOVA were heard ringing throughout Gamble Galaxy.

Everyone within reach of that horrifying sound was filled with terror, and rightfully so. After all, the clockwork wish-granting stars created by the Ancients of long ago were one of the most potent weapons in the universe, so much so that the usage of one was said to signal one of two things: the start of a massive conflict, or the end of one. But that terror was followed by confusion. After all, none of those currently capable of utilizing NOVAs were anywhere near Gamble Galaxy... Which only led to more terror. A dormant NOVA, one hidden by the Ancients in a pocket of Spacetime, had been summoned. Which meant someone with completely unknown goals had the opportunity to change the universal norm permanently. Everyone within earshot waited with bated breath.

But nothing happened. Well, nothing that anyone noticed until later. Those who monitored the crystal prison of the Galacta Knight noticed their time stream alteration detectors flicker for a brief moment as some new scars appeared on the angel's armor where there were none before, but the exact connection to the wishes granted is unknown. And it was wishes, plural. At least two, possibly more, as the chiming of the NOVA recurred. But ultimately, nothing of note occurred. Whatever the wishes did, their effects must have been local enough to not be of consequence.

What WAS of consequence was what happened next. A bright burst of light, blinding the entire galaxy. And a horrific gut wrenching sound familiar to any that had fought in the universal war long enough: the sound of a NOVA dying. But usually it took armies to take down a single NOVA, and Pop Star had no such resources. And yet, the epicenter was in Pop Star's upper atmosphere. With that bright explosion, Pop Star had unknowingly announced its presence to the whole of reality. Now everyone knew that something dangerous was there. The only question was what that dangerous thing wanted.

Naturally, that was when Dark Matter went back for round two.

Its failed previous attempt had been recuperated from. The Zero had been resurrected, Planet Dark Star had been moving itself closer and closer to Gamble Galaxy. In all honesty, Dark Matter had the entirety of the cluster in its sights, and would not accept no for an answer. As far as Dark Matter was concerned, it had not even asked a question, merely stated the fact that all would become like unto itself.

It began by creating a Miracle, a powerful shape-shifting weapon, onto the Fairy planet of Ripple Star. Located on the outskirts of the Cluster and actively participating in the war, the conflict between Dark Matter and the fairies did not raise any alarm to the other factions. But as Ripple Star gradually succumbed to the shadows people began to grow more concerned. When the fairies' greatest weapon and energy source was then witnessed being ejected from the planet entirely and deep into the Gamble Galaxy before it was fractured, those on more friendly terms with the fairies now had cause for alarm. With the local superpower taken down, it seemed like Dark Matter would finally have a new stronghold.

Then, almost as soon as Ripple Star had been fully engulfed, the darkness was shattered. The Miracle Matter was dismantled. Soon after, Dark Star exploded as the power of a repaired and fully operational Crystal was deployed directly into the Zero Two. Dark Matter, for the second time, had been dealt a crushing blow. And this one was a blow it could not recover from. Its core completely dismantled, the shadows dispersed into nothingness. Not completely of course. As a primal force in the universe a total eradication of the Matter most Dark is impossible, and smaller coagulations of it would return to haunt the universe from time to time, but as far as the general populace was concerned Dark Matter had been defeated for good, and the Fairies had somehow managed to come back from what should have been complete and utter defeat.

How the fairies managed it is a secret they keep hidden, but the most likely option is they had assistance, probably from the Inhabitants of one of the planets that the crystal shards rained down upon. But of those worlds... One was Ripple Star itself. Two of them have Inhabitants too primitive for advanced space travel, much less the ability to wage war on a cosmic scale. Another planet's civilization has long since gone extinct leaving only ruins and the prismatic security system Pix to guard them. And while the Humans that once inhabited Shiver Star can still be seen throughout the universe on occasion, they're no longer the superpower they once were as their home planet was abandoned due to nuclear winter. The only option left was Pop Star.

The Fairies refuse to elaborate, but since then they've been increasingly prevalent on the war front, displaying powers and weaponry beyond what they'd previously used. And, some claim, they've been actively suppressing information about Pop Star and the surrounding galaxy from leaking out to the war at large.

Wariness of Pop Star aside, the wars continued. The universe is a big place, with lots of stuff to fight over. But every once in a while the allure of Pop Star would call to one nation or another, and they'd divert their path to the outer parts of the universe to take a crack at claiming whatever power lay there.

All of them failed.

The ambitious thieves known as the Squeak Squad likely got off the lightest. They'd attempted to rob the micronation of Dream Land blind, only to stumble across a Nebula of Dark Matter residue and be quickly dealt with. 

The Witch Drawcia made an attempt, using her powerful magicks to warp the planet against itself. It wasn't enough to stop whatever resides there, however, as soon Drawcia was forced to draw upon the insidious power of Soul to continue fighting, and even then she still fell. Her screams echoed across Space, and since then other Witch Sisters have followed her to their apparent dooms, having never been heard of again as they've encountered Pop Star itself or the remnants of its past foes.

Everyone was shocked when the Underworld made a move, when it had previously been content to watch the unending conflict and absorb the hearts of those who passed away into its own forces. Necrodeus apparently attempted to strike the mysterious force residing on the star-shaped planet directly, and has yet to be heard from since. Likely because the jaw bones that permit him to speak were disintegrated. And this defeat of the King of Hell only led more to try their hand over the years.

Even Patch Land gave it a go. Yes, peaceful, fun loving Patch Land, which has only remained independent because its food and resources can't be used by anyone else. Apparently they were undergoing a civil war at the time. Whatever happened is unclear, but afterward Patch Land became much, much harder to bully.

About the only faction to have any success in getting access to Pop Star's power is the Mirror World. Considering their nature as a dark reflection of the primary dimension it's natural that they should have their own match to whatever Pop Star has up its sleeves. And while this has started to help them perform better in their wars, it decidedly has NOT helped them in their attempts to rule Pop Star itself. Mirror World's own head, the Dark Mind, launched an Assault on the place via a Dimensional Mirror, and got soundly defeated by powers unknown. Since then the forces of the Mirror World have been (ironically) shattered. Those more faithful to their original leader have emphasized their studies of parallel magicks in desperate attempts to revive their Master. But there are also those who have been following a mysterious scarred swordsman, cold and cruel and powerful, who seems fixated on Pop Star for reasons he has yet to divulge. It doesn't seem like any of his efforts have yet borne fruit.

And so on it went until that conman Magolor took his turn... And succeeded. Sort of. 

The Lor had no interest in Pop Star. It was much too far out of their territory, and with their powerful equipment and technology they had very little reason to try and claim a planet that didn't seem worth the risk. But the rogue Magolor, who upon closer inspection has a much more mysterious past than one would assume, had no such qualms for seeking after power. He put his sights on the Master Crown of Halcandra, a device crafted by the ancients and wielded by the Halcandran dragon Lamia for its own purposes. Soon, a Starcutter was seen attacking the dragon and being rebuffed before opening a wormhole and vanishing... To Pop Star. Chasing after rumors he'd heard, of a power that could stop armies in their tracks. 

Everyone expected that to be the end of the rogue Lor. His ship was damaged beyond repair, the rest of his kind unwilling to provide assistance to one who had long since left their number. If he had ended up on the doomworld of Pop Star then he probably ended up dead. Oh well, no skin off anyone else's nose. One tiny person is nothing on the cosmic scale.

But then Magolor came back. And whatever he brought with him, it was enough to take down Lamia and get him the Master Crown. For a brief moment, his Starcutter emanated with black and red. The dream of Lor arcane works amplified by Ancient magic became a reality. The ravaging beasts of Another Dimension, the Doomers, fled in fear. It seemed like the metaphysical was Magolor's to control, and that would lead to him beginning his own conquest.

But only for a moment.

Then the Starcutter fell again. The terrifying power of Soul was invoked from within the Crown, as the rogue Lor fought back against his unknown foe. It wasn't enough. The Master Crown was shattered. Magolor was flung across space. He was found alive (with a collection of some very mysterious apples) and interrogated as to what occurred. He just laughed.

"What's happening on Planet Pop Star? That's for me to know and you to find out!"

Then he escaped, headed back to Pop Star, and no one's heard from him since. But the fact remained: until he had become a threat to it, Magolor had managed to use the secret power of Pop Star to his own gain.

The war continued, and so did the assaults on Pop Star in the background. The Haltmann Works Company had made the next serious attempt other than Mirror World's usual obsession. The HWC's nigh-endless supply of Robobot ranks and their complex mechanization technology had made them quite a force to be reckoned with, but Haltmann had always wanted more power. His exact reasons for doing so are up to debate, and now the only one around to confirm or deny anything is that nefarious secretary of his. As the magnificent Access Ark descended on Pop Star, everyone briefly paused in what they were doing with bated breath.

It all happened so fast. Haltmann was betrayed. The computer system he'd designed, a massive Star Dream OS hooked up to a NOVA and capable of mimicking Soul, proceeded to act in his stead, and declared its desire to perform genocide of all organic life. But first it had to deal with the forces of Pop Star. From what remains of Star Dream's activity logs, it summoned a failed recreation of Dark Matter first. When that failed, it then pulled out a recreation of something more local. The Kingdom of Floralia had largely been ignored due to its location in the Atmosphere of Pop Star, but from Star Dream's data it apparently launched its own assault at the planet's surface with the Assistance of Mirror World, and failed. It makes sense that an incomplete clone of the Queen Sectonia would be no more capable than the original.

So then Star Dream did something monumentally stupid and yanked the Galacta Knight out of his prison. Galacta Knight cut the supercomputer in half, forcing it to reboot and use its Soul OS to remain functional. EVERYONE panicked. Galacta Knight was loose.

And then the angelic being was soundly defeated by unknown forces, returned to his crystal cage, and abruptly tossed back through the portal from whence he came.

Apparently not even the Strongest Warrior in the Galaxy was enough.

Star Dream then attacked on its own, and the results were much the same of the previous NOVA to be a threat to Pop Star. It got soundly defeated, its core shattered. The last few readings collected by its scanners express bafflement and confusion at the forces assaulting it. Its last readings show genuine fear at a seemingly infinite power. "Conclusion: This doesn't look good" indeed.

The message was largely received. Don't send NOVAs to Planet Pop Star. Apparently it eats them.

Everyone other than the still-fixated Mirror World kind of decided to leave Planet Pop Star alone after that. Whatever resides there seemed to be staying local, so as long as no one poked it everything should be able to proceed normally. All those who desired to claim a semblance of sanity would stick to their own business and keep fighting their wars far away from Gamble Galaxy.

Unfortunately, the Officiant of Doom for the Jamba Cult, a madman known as Hyness, cannot be referred to as sane in the slightest. So the Cult set up shop in Gamble Galaxy and promptly decided now would be a good time to try and resurrect Void Termina. Nobody was fond of this. The dead god was among those that everyone would much prefer stayed dead. Void had ties to just about everything: Ancient magic, Lor arcane powers, the Galacta Knight, the primal matters... You name it, Void Termina was connected to it somehow, and the Jamba Cult had decided to mess around with it.

The ritual failed, and the fragments of it were scattered across the galaxy. And quite a few of them landed on Pop Star. In a desperate attempt to repair the ritual and perform it correctly, the Cult launched a Jambastion, a flying fortress larger than a moon, and landed it on Pop Star.

It promptly got ransacked. The Cultists there self-destructed the place in an effort to stop the forces of Pop Star, but it wasn't enough. The sleeping bear had been poked.

Against all odds and to the horror of the rest of the universe, the Jamba Cult successfully gathered enough fragments to recreate the ritual and this time succeeded. The massive form of the god of Destruction towered over the nearby planets.

Then that towering form crumpled to the ground, its monstrous form torn apart from the inside out. Its core, the Astral Birth, was expelled and blasted with an unknown light of extreme power. It was official: the mystery of Pop Star had joined the ranks of those who would be called Godslayers.

Those factions who could be referred to as "reasonable" or "rational" desperately hoped that would be the end of it. The Doomers of Another Dimension were briefly alarmed for reasons unknown, but aside from that everyone kept a wide berth from Pop Star.

Nobody expected Lab Discovera, of all people, to be next on the chopping block. Especially since they'd already been all but destroyed, split into subsidiaries and subsequently eradicated. The Haltmann Works Company had not been friendly to those they viewed as competition. The planet the company was based upon had been struck to ruin, its laboratories empty and its forgotten lands populated by a pack of beasts. The only thing left of Discovera was their bizarre tourist attraction, half of a powerful psionic demigod kept in chemically-induced slumber.

Everyone was caught off guard when Fecto Elfilis awoke and regained its full power. Everyone was even more surprised when it immediately decided to tear open a portal to Pop Star and to try and force the two planets to collide. 

Everyone thought that was the end of Pop Star. The Roche Limit had been breached, collision was inevitable. Everyone had been so focused on their own war that they never expected someone to just up and try and destroy Pop Star directly. Ultimately, the universe could do nothing but watch. Either Fecto Elfilis would succeed and become yet another cosmic force that would join the war and need to be dealt with, or Pop Star would somehow inexplicably survive again and another item would be added to the list of "reasons we don't touch Gamble Galaxy with a thousand light-year long pole".

The latter happened. Fecto Elfilis was eradicated, the portal closed. But that still left the question of why it had chosen to attack Pop Star in the first place. Fecto had not been aware of Pop Star. They had been slumbering, only barely aware enough to view the Forgotten Land through the eyes of the beasts. Had they picked a planet at random or... Had they been provoked? Had the beings of Pop Star somehow ventured to the Forgotten Land and attacked them?

This idea, that Pop Star was now well and truly aware of the greater cosmos and starting to take steps, has struck fear into all. The factions have been fighting for millennia. Their desperate scrambling to obtain more power and resources than everyone else has been the centerpiece of the lives of all for as long as any can remember. The idea of someone coming out of nowhere and WINNING had never been considered. And yet now it could be possible.

There were rumors of course. Rumors of what Pop Star's true power could be. Rumors of a King with an army unlike any seen before. Rumors of Knights dressed in blue and working with deadly efficiency. Rumors of the long-dead Star Warriors returning from the grave, and rumors that the Warriors' enemy, the Nightmare, was the force truly behind it.

For a brief moment, everyone thought the puzzle was solved when the Butterfly was sighted. Morpho, the lurking god, had gone unseen for a time, but a being as powerful as it could theoretically be responsible... But no. The Butterfly was not COMING from Pop Star. It was FLEEING from Pop Star. Morpho's name was added to the list of those who had tried and failed to take Pop Star under their control. And the universe was filled with even more terror.

So now all the factions have reached the conclusion to wait. They wage their wars in their respective corners of reality and they wait. They accumulate even more territory, even more resources, even more power, and they wait. They wait to find out who is next to have a go at solving the mystery. They wait for the names of their opponents to be added to the list, ideally before theirs. And they wait to determine the one who bears a name. 

The Name. 

The Name that has been tied to nearly every rumor out there. The Name sighted only once in Star Dream's files. The Name that made Daroach of the Squeak Squad chuckle, The Name that made the shadowy swordsman of Mirror World scream in rage, The Name that the Fairies refuse to comment on. 

No one knows what The Name means. No one knows if it is truly the source of Pop Star's power. No one knows why The Name invokes the thought of the color pink. No one knows if The Name is even true. 

But The Name is one that nobody will utter, not even in a whisper. For they fear that should they say it, The Name will echo, will drift across the Cosmos like a Spring Breeze. They fear The Name will be heard, and the slumbering giant will be provoked, and bring its wrath down upon them. 

The Name

Is

K I R B Y

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

[a-certain-romance]

You’re my favorite kind of night

A/N: Ah we meet again anon! I hope this one is to your liking as well, I had a lot of fun with it

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, heats, toys, oral (r!giving), reader is gn! but reader has a cock, mention of womb tattoo

Regular heats are unbearable alone. But heats with the genetics of a god? Pure torture. In proper Ei fashion, her solution to dealing with this is isolation. When the time comes, she ventures into a secluded cave-converted-into-a-hideout and battles her demons there alone. Her advisors have warned her of the potential dangers, arguing that her Euthimiya is more secure and manageable. But something about being so close to nature sits perfectly right with Ei, and she hasn’t run into trouble yet.

It’s the perfect routine, leave and come back with a fresh mind. Except nowadays, the clean-up crew finds every hideout to be more and more damaged than the last. Ei feels something stirring within her. Her toys and fantasies and seclusion are no longer working like they used to. There’s this new, primal urge that Ei is discovering and she can’t seem to put a lid on it. Her face gets flushed more easily, her pupils becoming blown out to an alarmingly degree, and there’s this new urge to be bred…Eventually, all her usual spots are destroyed and are no longer “safe” to care for herself in.

Hunching breathlessly over a map, Ei finds one last place that she has yet to explore. High in the mountains, undisturbed almost entirely because of the superstitions surrounding it. Townsfolk will say it’s the place where a dragon resides, but according to reports, it hasn’t been seen in many years. Ei will take anything at this point. Assuming it’s safe, she hikes her needy body up the landscape and once inside, makes herself comfortable. Her heat makes her movements more ragged, the entire trek up she can feel herself dripping onto her panties.

She sets up camp at the mouth of the cave. By dusk, she looks through a bag that contains an assortment of vibrators and dildos. In preparation for what’s to come, she tease her entrance with the tip of a 7 inch dildo. The girth is thicker than many would buy, but Ei always needs something more to satisfy her. Before she can push the head in, a low growl emits from deep within the cave.

You emerge from the shadows. Your half dragon nature sensed Ei’s arousal from a while away. It’s been so long since you’ve indulged in pleasure with another, and her scent alone is sending you into a tailspin. Her gaze lands on you, surprised that, for the most part, you show resemblance to a human. Minus the horns, tail, and a few scales that line your skin. Her heat is fully setting in, and all she can ask of you is “please?”

You nod, understanding her situation. You carry her deeper into the cave where your makeshift home resides; it’s much more comfortable than outside you argue. You lay her down against some blankets and kneel between her legs. Ei spreads them apart and you dip your head to enter her with your tongue. You feel corrupted by her: her moans ring echo around the cave, her scent fills your nostrils, and the taste of her intensifies. You wait to double your efforts, eventually pushing in as far as you can with deliberate strokes.

She grips your horns, using your face to grind at a steady pace. The stimulation has never felt so good. You don’t really mind her grip, but it does fuel your arousal more. Her touch is firm and it makes you a bit more sensitive. The horns always are, but right now they’re practically being man-handled. With a gasp, you greedily lick up all that she has to release.

Ei is trembling. You’re on the path to satisfying her completely, but she still needs more. Pinning her hands above her head, you line up your cock between her folds. Perhaps a womb tattoo would be sufficient after you fill her? There’s plenty of time to explore all options.

[makethatelevenrings]

Angel by the Wing - Twenty Six

Chapter Warnings: smut 18+ ONLY, swearing, bar fight, pregnant reader, minor injury and mention of blood

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It was a new kind of peace that you felt, waking up like this. Music played softly in the distance as you came back to the world of the living. The soft cotton of Jake’s shirt rode up to rest below your chest and the soft yet scratchy hair of your boyfriend brushed against your stomach. He hummed along to the music, the occasional phrase or lyric slipping out and dancing across your skin.

“Frankie Valli, hmm?” you said in greeting. Bradley lifted his head so his chin rested on your hip and grinned. You reached out, fingers brushing along his cheek, and hummed. Bradley ducked his head down and peppered kisses against the slight rounding of your stomach. Pushing your fingers through his hair, you smiled at the mesmerized look in his eyes.

“Can’t wait till she starts moving,” he admitted.

“She? Jake is pretty sure it’s a boy.”

He pressed a kiss to your navel and then moved back up to lay face to face with you. The haze of sleep still clung to his eyes and he needed to shave and trim his mustache, but he was very much your Bradley.

“I really can’t give a shit if she’s a girl or a boy. I only care that you, and the baby, are healthy. Okay?” He cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking delicate lines across your cheeks. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Anything feels wrong or weird and you tell us, yeah? I did some reading and there’s…god, angel, so much is going to change.”

“I know. I’m kinda fucking terrified. But we’re all in this together, right?”

He grinned, easy and calming and confident. “Yeah, sweetheart. You, me, and Hangman. We’ve got this.”

“He making breakfast?”

“Oh yeah. Something about how he would be a terrible boyfriend if he left us to starve and an even worse father if he let baby eat only cereal.”

The title of “father” burned through your chest and ignited some sort of primal reaction in you. Grasping Bradley’s wandering hand, you moved it down the length of your body until it rested at the part of you that ached for him.

Jake entered the bedroom with three plates balanced in his arms and paused to take in and appreciate the sight before him. You were splayed out in bed, small gasps and desperate whines escaping you, with both hands tugging at Bradley’s curls. The brunet rested between your spread legs and ate you out like this was the only meal he needed to sustain himself.

“You better make sure she comes, Bradshaw,” Jake drawled as he moved further into the room. He set the plates down on the nightstand and then kneeled on the side of the bed so he could see your face. “He making you feel good, darlin’?”

You nodded frantically, your eyes glazed with pleasure, and Jake grinned. God, he loved the fact that he could see you like this. The cocky and composed woman falling apart at the touch of him and Bradley satisfied every want in his life.

He craved feeling wanted. He craved the knowledge that you let your walls down around him. Jacob Seresin had been many things in his life. A son, a teammate, a brother, a friend, an enemy, a one night stand, a fuck buddy. But a lover. A partner. A father. These were things he hadn’t considered he would ever get to be. He was always so sure he would be like his father and based on the things he said to Bradley in the past, he was sure he would never be able to step out of the shadow of Daniel Seresin.

He knew that if he voiced these thoughts, Bradley and you would tell him that he was wrong. That he was good and kind, even when he was being a dick. But he didn’t want to burden the two of you with his problems.

Your breathing hitched and you made that little delighted hum in the back of your throat that signaled you were close. Jake turned his attention back to you and watched as your eyes rolled back, lips parted, and your stomach flexed as your orgasm washed over you.

“What a fucking beauty,” he murmured as you relaxed. Bradley sat back, revealing the slick shine of his chin and his damp mustache. Before Jake could stop himself, he surged forward and captured Bradley’s face between his hands. He licked and sucked and kissed the taste of you off of his boyfriend's face.

“Is that waffles?” you croaked from your splayed out position. Jake grinned and looked back at your blissed out expression.

“With chocolate chips, whipped cream, and strawberries.”

You let out a satisfied hum. “I could get used to this.”

What you still weren’t used to was keeping this secret. Every time you saw Sofia and Phoenix at the Hard Deck, you had to bite your tongue in an effort to not tell them. You hadn’t even told Sarah yet in your visits since Tom’s death. You were quickly nearing the twelve week mark, but you desperately wanted to tell your friends.

Some jackass did it for you.

There were always the nights when some drunken fool came into the bar, three sheets to the wind and stumbling over his own feet. You had been doing this long enough to know when to cut someone off or to refuse service, but tonight was busier than normal and you were still trying to figure out how to maneuver around the bar with your new sense of balance and hidden bump under the baggy shirt Penny had acquired for you.

So you nearly missed the fight brewing until you called it out too late.

“Bethany!” You shouted. The assistant manager spotted the two men shouting in each other's faces, chest to chest, and she grimaced. You looked towards the table in the corner where your aviators sat and you wished they were closer.

Voices got louder and then suddenly, one of the guys' wives tossed her drink into the other guy's face and the fight was on.

“Fuck,” you swore. You hesitated. You couldn’t get in between them, not with the risk of getting hurt, but you certainly wouldn’t tell Bethany to break them up.

“Hey!” you shouted. “Take that shit outside!”

At least they could bloody each other up with minimal damage to the bar while you waited for the police to show up. But of course they weren’t listening to you. Fuck. The crowd around you was too deep and you could barely see either of your men.

“You fucking trash whore!” Great, now the other wife was involved. You turned to look at Bethany and saw she was already on the phone.

And then the sound of glass shattering mingled with the shock of ice cold liquid seeping down your back. Fuck, they had thrown a broken bottle directly at you. You grabbed a towel and pressed it down on your bicep where blood had started streaking towards your elbow.

Panic gripped you, free hand instinctively going towards your stomach as you hunched over your bump. The bar was packed since it was a weekend, so you pushed past the pain that was starting to flare up in your arm and inhaled deeply.

“Rooster! Hangman!” you hollered over the crowd. The two men were brawling on the ground at this point and you saw Chelsea start to make her way towards them but you waved her off. It was your job to keep your team safe.

Bethany rushed towards you and she started talking on the phone faster to the dispatcher. The tall, muscular form of your partner shoved in behind the bar and immediately moved to your side. Jake was close on his heels and he stationed himself at the entrance to the bar, his gaze tracking the bodies battling it out on the other side.

“What’s going on?” Rooster demanded.

“Those fucking idiots got her with a broken bottle,” Bethany explained before she turned her attention back to the phone.

You had heard about Rooster’s infamous anger. Never once had it made an appearance in front of you and you knew he made sure to keep himself in check around you and Jake, despite their past tension. Jake’s barbs had taken on a softer edge that Bradley could laugh at instead of flaring up his rage.

But now, you saw him switch from worried Bradley to controlled Lieutenant Bradshaw to Rooster the famed fighter pilot in mere seconds. Glancing over at Jake, you saw him in a similar position. Gone were the charming smiles and winks. His face was impassive as stone and fury coated every inch of his body.

“Are you okay? Both of you?” You nodded and he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and then stepped back, his eyes fixed on the brawling couples. “Keep pressure on your arm. I’ll be right back.”

“Be careful, please,” you murmured to your boys. Jake nodded in response and then turned sharply on his heels. Chelsea quickly joined your side as Bradley slipped out from behind the bar and moved to stand next to Jake.

“How soon are the police going to get here?” you asked Bethany.

“Five minutes out. Paramedics are also coming.”

“It’s not that deep of a cut. I can get someone to drive me to the ER.”

Bethany grinned. “Oh, it’s not for you.” A loud crash sounded behind you and you turned in time to see Rooster hauling up one of the men by the back of his shirt, much like a cat and its kitten, and quite literally threw him out the front door onto the sand. He stalked out the door after the guy as you watched in complete shock.

“What the fuck is your problem?” one of the wives shrieked as Jake started to yank the other man towards the front door. He stood up straight, his blue eyes flashing with some kind of emotion that you had never witnessed before. Pure rage.

“You put our girl and our baby in harm's way,” Jake snarled before directing his attention at the guy under him. He had him in some sort of headlock that had the guy completely limp and he effortlessly hauled him out.

“Get the fuck out of my bar,” you shouted at the remaining people in their group. “Cops are coming and we will put you on the no trespassing list, I swear to fucking god.” By the time you were done talking, they were all hurrying outside. Phoenix and Coyote followed them out, probably for crowd control, as Sofia approached the counter.

“How bad is it?” she asked.

“Probably need stitches,” you admitted. “But I’ll be fine.”

Sofia let out a deep breath and then glanced down at where your hand cradled your stomach protectively. The big softy blinked up at you and you noticed the tears growing in her eyes.

“No, don’t cry,” you whined. “Because then I’ll cry.”

“Oh my god,” Sofia sobbed. “You’re pregnant.”

These fucking hormones mixed with the burning in your arm brought tears to your eyes and you nodded. “Yeah, I’m pregnant. We aren’t sure on who the father is but we don’t really care.”

Sofia rushed around the bar and pulled you into a gentle hug. “I’m so fucking happy for you three. Oh, it’s the first Dagger baby.”

“You’re pregnant?” Chelsea yelped. “Oh my god!”

Three women crowded around you with hugs and tearful exclamations of joy. The weight of holding the secret in started to slip off your shoulders and you leaned into Sofia’s side. “We should go outside and check on the others.”

“Yeah and then we’re getting you stitched up and you’re going home,” Bethany ordered. “We can handle the rest of the night on our own.”

“Can we plan your baby shower?” Sofia asked. She seemed so excited that you had to agree. She wrapped her arm around your shoulder on the good side and walked with you outside. Cops were already taking statements and one of the men was sitting on the end of an ambulance, blood dripping from a cut from his hairline.

Jake and Bradley were being interviewed separately, but they both looked up when you and Sofia emerged from the doors. Bradley excused himself for a moment and made a beeline towards you.

“I’m fine. It’s a bit deep and I’ll definitely need stitches, but I’m fine. We’re both fine.”

“And I thought we were supposed to have the dangerous job,” he grumbled. His dark eyes traced every line and feature of your face until you couldn’t stand it anymore. You extracted yourself from Sofia’s grip and fell into Bradley’s embrace. He cradled the back of your head and made sure to not bump your injured arm. A shaky exhale escaped you just as a large, calloused hand settled on your back. You shifted your body so you were half leaning on Bradley and half on Jake.

“You came,” you blurted out. “You came when I called.”

“Of course,” Jake murmured. “Though I don’t know if I like you calling me Hangman.”

A surprised laugh bubbled out of you and you tilted your head to rest on Bradley’s chest while giving you a chance to look up at Jake. “Yeah, it felt weird. I like tex and bear more.”

Bradley kissed your forehead, the scratch of his mustache becoming a comfort more than an annoyance, and squeezed Jake’s hand.

“You’re getting a full checkup when we get to the ER. Stress isn’t good for you two.”

“I’m fine, bear.”

“Humor us.”

You let Jake lead the way towards his truck and nudged him with your foot. He glanced back at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Nice job keeping the secret, Tex,” you teased. He frowned, mulling over his words from the night until it dawned on him.

“Well, the cat was bound to come out of the bag at some point, right?”

“Coyote and Phoenix are already arguing over who is going to be the godparents,” Bradley replied dryly. “My money’s on Sofia winning for her and Phe. Those goddamn puppy eyes break Javy every time.”

Warmth suffused your soul as Bradley helped you into the back before he climbed in after you so he could hold the towel down on your arm. So much of your life was changing, but you were surrounded by people who you trusted to be there for every step of the way.

Your baby was going to be so loved.

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[agentlemansroom]

FORMIDABLE OR FEEBLE?

Every single man wants to be in position of power. Any man who claims he wants a “simple” life is a feeble man. You need to find the greatness within you because God has designed you to be a king standing amongst other kings ruling the earth.  If you don’t believe you’re capable of conquering the world what’s the point of being a man?  You need to be intense about becoming formidable because if you are a man who is powerless nobody will care whether if you live or die. Only women and children are loved unconditionally while men are loved under conditions. Like status and what he can offer. You have a duty to God,  a man’s goodness is in mastering his own power.

The mistake most guys are making is they're running after money and women completely ignoring the fact that money and women both ultimately follow power. Start by building yourself physically. Your body is your temple. Sculpt it. Respect it. Physical strength is important, but remember, it takes mental strength to gain it. the mind controls the body. If you strengthen your mind, your body will follow. Learn how to fight. Get punched in the face a few times. Go through some shit thats painful. Over and over and over. You’ll find that all wisdom lies in pain. This is where you want to be.

You cannot defeat a man who has gone through hell alone and came out the other side stronger, more disciplined, and more determined. No woman wants a man without scars. Scars represent where you’ve been . They tell stories that turn a woman on. Simply because you’re an unshakable beast who cannot be defeated. That’s sexy to them. There is a reason she doesn’t call you daddy. Do you even know what that feels like? Unfortunately most of you do not. You have no scars to show where you’ve been. What do you expect? Every woman i've ever been with knows me as daddy. Whether if they are still around or not. I will always be the man they orgasm to when no one is looking. Be that guy. Women naturally desire a mans strong presence and us men are naturally inspired by them. This is a primal dynamic that is deeply rooted in our human nature. Most people's aspirations are to just be included and accepted, not to lead and command. Don’t be that guy.

Don’t know how to lead? Get around leaders. Don’t know how to speak? Read books. I can transparently say for myself that i’ve lacked here monumentally. So I am currently teaching myself to become a more articulated thinker and speaker. When you can compendiously and concisely explain your point of view, you welcome the audience into your world and this is essential for a man of purpose. You need to have the most interesting vernacular you can possible have. Be interesting and be humble but you also need to be dangerous. Your walk should be a vibration of that. Powerful dominant men carry an aura that feeble men cannot replicate. 

Jordan Peterson once said something that stuck with me “A harmless man is not a good man. A good man is a very dangerous man who has that under voluntary control."  There’s a scripture in the old testament that says “The meek shall inherit the earth”. Im sure you’ve all heard it before. The thing is the word “meek” isn’t  translated properly. It really means those who have swords and know how to use them but keep them sheathed, shall inherit the earth. 

Don’t become a man with power just to misuse it, that would be completely asinine. You must honor God with this stewardship and use it for his glory.  When men are formidable and can confront directly and honorably instead of reducing to covert manipulation tactics AKA (a shadow feminine trait) They maintain their integrity. True strength and goodness rests in a man’s choice to control his force.

Are you willing to do what it takes? Are you capable of handling power, authority and responsibility ? Or will you remain a feeble pathetic man all your life? The choice is yours. 

-Mesh

[darklydeliciousdesires]

There in the Shadows - A Graf Von Baphomet/Reader One Shot Story.

You and this absolute beauty having a wild time together? Why not? I mean, just look at the man. HNNG.

Words - 1,056

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You can feel the weight of his eyes upon you, an unbreakable green gaze that sends a tingle over the back of your neck. It’s like he’s challenging you to look back at him, dare meet that unblinking stare borne of a desire to make your legs buckle with his fuck.  

Oh, you dare to.  

Your eyes snap to his, unblinking as you turn from your friends, throwing a few words in parting over your shoulder as you walk away. “Be back later. I need to go sink my teeth into that man.” And god, how you would eat him like he dripped honey from every pore. He lifts his chin with a confident smirk, the light catching the razors of his cheekbones, a beauty that would be angelic if he didn’t radiate an aura of pure sexual menace.  

The way his eyes tour your figure as you approach, he must have undressed you in his mind at least twice in the time it takes to arrive before him, your lips curling into a smile as you raise an eyebrow. 

“You called?” 

His eyes narrow in slight confusion. “I didn’t say a word.” 

“No,” you speak, grasping his jaw as you lean in close. “You didn’t say anything. But you still called.” Your thigh presses against his crotch, opening your mouth to run your tongue up his cheek. “And I answered, so now you can take me somewhere quiet and show me exactly why you did, can’t you?” 

You feel his slender body quiver against you, Graf taking your hand, a grin splitting his mouth wide as he nods. “I can.”  

The afterparty is in a bar that borders the venue the band played in, only a small alleyway separating the two buildings, and your destination of choice as he leads you into the shadows, pushing you back against the cold bricks. He looks upon you for a few seconds, running a fingertip down the column of your throat, hooking it beneath the necklace you wear before pulling you into a kiss that knocks the breath from you.  

Usually, kisses take a little build, gain momentum gradually. Not his. His are an immediate winter chill, an icy wind biting against hot flesh, feral but executed with the kind of finesse that has your walls beginning to prickle with want for him almost immediately. Your teeth nip at the plump flesh of his lower lip, and it coaxes a groan from him that rumbles like a bear growl, primal, a little danger awoken as your hands fist his hair and tug hard. 

Pulling his head back, you expose his neck to the hunger of your lips, and he lets you, arousal rushing through him like a blizzard. You bite and it arrows right to his cock, using your thigh to tease the hardness you feel pressing hot against you, his hands grasping your skirt and pulling until it rucks up at your waist. It’s a good job you aren’t particularly fond of the undies you have on, his hands grasping and yanking until they tear, the cool of the night hitting against your bare sex. That is, until his hand presses. 

Hot fingers sink into the soft wet of your folds, his mouth returned to yours, kissing the whimper from you as he strokes at you, makes you pulse against him keenly as long, slender digits rub in precision over your clit. Sensations fizz up your spine, panting against the roll of his tongue with yours, your hands stroking his slender arms, nails grazing tattooed flesh.  

A little cry splinters in your throat as those fingers plunge into your cunt, raking, pressing, fucking you until the lewd noise of it fills the air, Graf groaning as he sucks your tongue, his other hand clawing at the front of his jeans to free his cock. It runs feral between you, his mouth moving to your neck, biting your flesh hard, sucking a dark bruise as his hands grasp your thighs, lifted with ease. His hips press you there, his grip releasing to drop you straight down onto his cock with a satisfied grunt.

The pleasure of him daggering you deep skitters up your spine one vertebrae at a time, his hands moving to clutch beneath your thighs, keeping you spread as he drives into you wildly, all heat and sin. Fuck, the way he groans as he does it, too, the noise fracturing through your chest as your hands clutch tight in his hair, tugging hard, magmatic kisses steeped in grit and sin.  

He’s heavy within you, his fuck more powerful than one would think of a man so slight, hip bones pounding against your thighs in an animalistic rutting you know will leave bruises behind as your walls pulse around him, soaking every last delicious inch of his cock. He spears into you so hard, you scream out, spurring him further as he scrapes sparks along your walls, tightening on him, your nails sliding from his hair and digging into the nape of his neck, shredding his flesh.  

It prickles over your skin like hail, pleasure darting over your nerves, his lips leaving scorching paths over your neck, each marked out by bites of animalistic branding. It’s surging, like a dark wave, you the lone craft upon the huge, vast ocean that is him and the ecstasy that washes over your bones, your chest heaving as you feel his tide dragging at your shore.  

You’re split mercilessly on each hard punch of his cock, remade around him, his hands digging in at the soft of your thighs as he buries his mouth against your neck, sucking a welt as his body begins to quiver. His groans are almost helpless as he arrows you so hard, tears stream down your cheeks, your body lit up by the incandescent heat of stars streaking through you, coming undone with a wail as his hips reach staccato, cock jerking and flooding you with cum.  

The feel of it burns through you, a forest fire blazing wild, reducing you to cinder as you pant into his masses of beautiful, long hair, rain beginning to patter down over your spent, trembling bodies.  

As if the sky could possibly cleanse the sin that sticks to your skin. 

As if you’d ever want it to.  

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[destiny-in-the-universe]

The Nine Realms: 1/? [RC9GN Brainrot]

well, here we go again lol-

i did allude to this a while back and was originally not going to do this until later because i'm struggling to make sense of what is basically just fanon interpretation, but the brainrot is killing me all over again- hence why this chaotic post now exists. rc9gn was an amazing show with so much potential which means i want to explore a lot with what happened post-season two because oh my god why, but to spare irrelevant rambling, i figured we could talk about the nine realms and my thoughts of what we might've been able to get in further seasons (this show better come back, istg)

fair warning: this post is a bit informal and fairly long, so if you don't want to sit around and deal with my brainrot rambles- well, i guess this isn't for you? and so we commence!

first of all, the nine realms are meant to get harder and harder for the ninja as the seasons progress- we know about the land of shadows which apparently isn't even the worst out there; the way i see it- the land of shadows is dealing with threat and fear, more so conditioned terror than anything truly dangerous. well, the sorcerer could've been a bigger threat if the show had been allowed to be a little more unhinged- (he did wipe out an entire clan meant to stop him, and they had to be at least a little op, so- i'm sure his power in rc9gn could've been stronger)

the land of shadows is tied to monsters- creatures that seem almost primal in comparison to other dangers; personally, i do believe that it's mostly just an open realm where these monsters, which are more like hounds you could say, exist but at the end of the day they can easily be defeated because as i said- land of shadows is about fear and likely primal feelings but of course, there are other realms

which brings us to the second realm- i genuinely would like to believe it's tied to one of the "core elements", or in simpler terms: fire, earth, wind, and water. i'm still trying to decide which element (though at the same time, i have an idea but that deserves its own separate post-) and that now the ninja would likely have to face a completely different set of trials- but i'm getting ahead of myself: i did a bit of digging into japanese folklore and myths, and decided the yokai should become a more prominent theme in rc9gn

i feel that in the case of the shadow warrior, while he probably didn't originate from this second realm- that he still will become a potential major antagonist (alongside with the idea that the sorceress could come back-), but the second realm deals with oni- now to briefly explain, oni are essentially demons in japanese myths; they're creatures that would be a far greater foe than a mere stanking, but let me get right to the point

i don't know why i'm struggling to articulate my thoughts so much, but the second realm is also a place where unrest happens- the creatures there are hungry and if they're released, well, i can't say that would be good for anyone huh? but to put this into more perspective, the realms have specific adversaries that get tied to a lesson the ninja has to complete (which will not get breached yet-)

i will say that my thought that each realm correlates back to the norisu 9 will continue happening, but let's back to just the second realm-

the second realm is not as seemingly empty as the land of shadows appeared to be; oh no, this is now home to monsters which will come after you on a second's notice- it's an ominous threat where things are watching your every move and almost like something is tailing you and will bite if you get too close; it leaves you on guard, and this realm is whispering into your ear but the only way out is to take on these threats head on and not find yourself looking in the wrong direction

the shadow warrior would be a smaller adversary in comparison to the danger randy would face in the final arc but i like to imagine that the shadow warrior was a source of dark magic that, while it had the potential for good- it still had just as much of a capability of being used as a source of wrong. of evil, to say the least but again, we'll talk about that more later

second realm is all about keeping your eyes set for danger, and the oni are not something to be reckoned but would randy be able to take them head on?

i swear, creating original lore can be a little painful but once this becomes a little more coherent- well, i'll send a new post where i can talk about this in better detail. until next time!