#goes deviously hard

[quickfixinator]

sooooo real.

you singlehandedly got me into engiemedic. thank you for your service and also for the beautiful art and also for transgender engineer 🫡

HOORAY!!!!!!!!!! thank you!!! trans engie will always be my favorite hc

[yueebby]

Dying thinking about gojo literally pinning and hardcore simping for reader, literally showering reader in praise, flattery and gifts because he no longer gives a damn about hiding his feelings, almost proposing to reader whenever he can and reader's just... completely clueless about it💀 and she thinks it's just gojo being friendly. Poor man would be absolutely devastated when he goes one day "[name] i'm in love with you" and she just goes "me too, i love all my friends!" 💀

she loves me, she loves me not! — gojo satoru x fem!reader

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo (what’s new), highschool!gojo, he’s pathetic but in love your honor, oblivious!reader, ooc gojo i got carried away soz

notes. anon, when i first read your ask i literally started giggling and kicking my feet. that. is. so. gojo coded.

“please reject gojo and put him out of his misery,” utahime implored, taking hold of both of your hands. you think she’s asking, no, begging you to. beside her, shoko nods vigorously. 

“but why?” you furrow your eyebrows, perplexed by their sudden request. “i can’t reject someone who doesn’t like me.”

shoko giggles at your comment. her laughter only wanes when she notices the dead serious look on your face. “... you seriously have no idea what we’re talking about?”

“not really,” you shrug, criss-crossing your legs to find some comfort on the hard wooden floor in shoko’s small dorm. it was late, past midnight, and the three of you had a shared mission tomorrow, but for some reason your two friends managed to rope you into their drinking circle.

utahime and shoko exchanged a significant glance, their unspoken communication raising your curiosity. utahime takes a long sip of her beer. 

“hopeless. they’re both hopeless,” your short haired brunette friend lamented, pinching her nose bridge. it leaves a faint pink mark.

intrigued, you lean in closer towards the two, “care to elaborate?”

“you’ve never once questioned satoru’s borderline inappropriate behavior?” shoko asks you earnestly. you ponder for a moment, trying to recall any moments in the two years you’ve known the snow-haired boy.

“satoru is satoru…” you mumble, shaking your head in denial. 

utahime’s eyes bug comically. she slams her can of beer harshly on the ground. you wince at the loud noise of the metallic can hitting the floor.

“you’re kidding. even i can see through that jerk!” utahime’s black pigtails sway wildly. 

“[name], how about what happened in shinjuku last week on our day off?” shoko quietly reminds you of last weekend when the two of you along with satoru and suguru decided to empty your pockets in one of tokyo’s largest entertainment wards. 

utahime’s head whips back and forth from her best friend to you, “eh? what happened?!”

from behind the dressing room curtain, you voiced your concerns, “shoko, i don't think we can afford designer clothes on our student budget.” the cream-colored silk dress you wore clung to your body, its price tag undoubtedly surpassing a year's worth of your student earnings.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” shoko’s voice carried a knowing smile. “just come out and show me the dress!” you think satoru’s carefree attitude is rubbing off on her.

with a nervous sigh, you emerged from the dressing room. the dress fit like a glove, accentuating your body in just the right places.

bright flashes from shoko's phone startled you, and she chuckled deviously while rapidly typing. she tossed her phone onto a luxurious cushion, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of exposure.

“you look so sexy. even better than the model.” she gives you two thumbs up, eyes roaming your figure. you feel flushed at her praise.

“as flattered as i am, there’s no way i can afford this,” you look down at the dress, lips downturned. “i’d be in debt for life.”

“no need to worry,” shoko winked, leaving you confused. given that her income was similar to yours, it didn't make sense for her to be able to even dream of shopping designer.

a soft thud interrupted your conversation. you turn around to see a blue lollipop rolling on the expensive carpeting of the store.

“suguru, are my eyes deceiving me or is that an angel?”  satoru's mouth is wide open as he shamelessly checks you out. he takes one of his hands and places it over his heart, gripping the fabric of his white shirt. the windbreaker he is wearing rustles at his dramatic movement.

“i think… i’m experiencing a heart attack! shoko help!” he kneels in the middle of the store dramatically. shoko shares an unamused look with suguru. the pair nod before simultaneously kicking satoru.

during all of the commotion, you stand awkwardly in the million yen dress. 

“satoru, are you okay?” you watch him take the two blows from your friends, concern evident in your voice. he grunts softly before gently taking ahold of your hand.

“no,” he croaks with a playful glint in his eye. “i’m wounded and there’s only one way to fix it.”

you look at him, your gaze heavy with concern.

“i’m afraid you’ll have to kiss me for the pain to go away.” he added, blinking at you expectantly with his blue eyes.

 you lightly shove him away from you. “you’re an idiot.” satoru laughs loudly.

“that’s what love does to a man.”

“yeah, yeah. i’m going to change out of this dress, don’t get into any more trouble while i’m gone.” 

 satoru’s grip on your hand strengthens, halting your actions.

“how much?”

“excuse me?”

“the dress. how much for it?” he stands up to his full height, reminding you of the obvious height difference between the two of you. 

you're at loss for words. gojo was crazy, but definitely not crazy enough to spend a million yen on a silly dress.

shoko happily chimes into the conversation. “one million yen. it’ll be two million yen with the rest of my purchases though!” 

suguru’s calm demeanor is replaced with shock. the black haired male’s jaw drops, “two million– satoru, you’re seriously not thinking about–”

“hah? who said i’m paying for your stuff?” gojo makes an ugly face at shoko.

she raises her hands innocently, “it’s not my fault the dresses come in a set. if you want to see your beloved [name] in that dress you’ll have to pay for mine as well.”

you watch shoko and satoru engage into a silent argument. the tension in the fitting room section is so thick, you think it’ll take a special grade weapon to slice through it.

trying to alleviate the mood you tell gojo, “satoru, you really don’t have to–”

“i’m buying you that dress.” 

“o-okay.” 

half an hour later, satoru happily strolls out of the store with an arm around your shoulder like he’d just won the lottery.

perhaps gojo is just naturally flirty, you had tried to reason to shoko and utahime.

it’s been a week since the eye-opening conversation with the two and you’ve found yourself on cleaning duty with said snow-haired boy. it was a miracle that satoru even showed up. he had a tendency to skip his turns, often resulting in a long lecture from yaga.

as the two of you worked silently in the empty classroom, you couldn't help but admire the setting sun. its golden rays painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over everything. unknowingly, while you gazed at the sky, gojo's gaze was firmly fixed on you.

breaking the silence, he asked, "have you ever thought about getting married?"

his question caught you off guard, causing you to momentarily pause from wiping the windows.

“not really,” you replied, biting your lip gently. “unless my family decides to arrange a marriage. you know how unforgiving the world of jujutsu sorcery is.”

gojo's grip on the broom tightened, his eyes locking onto yours with a newfound intensity.

"we should get married y'know," he blurted out.

the piece of cloth you were using slipped from your hand in shock. surely, he couldn't mean what he was saying. after all, the two of you were only second years.

“what?”

“i’m saying i think i’m in love with you.”

“oh.” 

silence engulfs the room once more before a soft giggle escapes your lips.

satoru can only watch, entranced.

“that’s good to hear! i love you too– and suguru and shoko! perhaps the four of us should all just get married.” you chuckle into your hand.

satoru can't help but stare at your hand in envy. perhaps if he were the palm of your hand, he’d be able to feel the touch of your lips.

but he couldn’t. he was cursed as a man with an overpowered innate technique, and despite it all he couldn’t even gain the one thing he desired. gojo satoru watched you, eyes filled with a mixture of longing and defeat.

his devastation does not go unnoticed by you.

you were under the impression that he was grumpy because yaga had forced him into cleaning with you.

"cheer up, satoru! if we finish early enough," you continue, your tone highspirited, "we can go to the new crepe shop that opened last week. my treat!" you winked, and that immediately caught his attention.

“like a date?” his eyes sparkled with hope.

you shrug, a smile on your face. “i suppose if you look at it from a certain perspective…”

“great, it’s a date!” 

good things come to those who wait, satoru thinks, humming happily as he starts to sweep the room at an inhumane pace.

maybe in ten years time the two of you will be happily married with eight kids, he smiles to himself.

[hazbinwhoree]

Yesss one shot of Adam wink kink and naive demon gf plzzzzz 👀👀👀

Sensitive Wings

A/N: I wrote this high asf so I hope it makes sense.

Warnings: Smut

(Name) thinks that Adam’s wings are the prettiest things ever. She just wants to touch them. So while Adam is telling her about his day, yapping away, she decides to go for it.

She’s so entranced by their feel and softness that she didn’t even notice Adam had stopped talking. She cuddled into his wings, and finally noticed Adam when he made a choked sort of noise. “Adam?”

“Keep touching them, babe, and I’ll fuck you against that wall.”

(Name) hadn’t realized they were sensitive like that. Deviously, she dared to touch his wings again.

In one swift motion, Adam pushed her up against the wall. His frame dwarfs her, so he picks her up and pins her against the wall, claiming her lips with his own. Her legs locked around his waist, and he groped her ass.

They made out for a few minutes before Adam got impatient and pulled away from the wall. He carried (Name) over to the couch, bending her over the arm. He pulled down her pants and panties, and (Name) squirmed. Adam smacked her ass. “Stay still, you little tease.”

She’s so wet that he goes in with three fingers immediately. He pumped them in and out for a minute, occasionally scissoring his fingers, and occasionally pulling out to circle her clit with a slender finger.

Adam’s fingers were long, and (Name) was an absolute mess because of them. She buried her face in the couch to muffle her moans.

Suddenly, Adam pulled out, and (Name) whined in protest. She didn’t protest for long, as Adam pulled her up and pushed her back against the wall. He pinned her against it with his large frame while he unzipped his pants and tugged them and his boxers down just enough to free his dick.

Then he picked (Name) up, and dropped her down on his dick. When he was in he leaned her back against the wall for more support as he began thrusting. (Name)’s legs trembled, locking around Adam’s waist.

Adam connected their lips and as they made out, (Name) had the bright idea to reach forward and brush her hand against Adam’s wings. Adam moaned, and blushed at the noise he had just made. “Fuck, (Name),” Adam panted. “You’re so fucking tight– nngh~”

(Name) brushed her hand down the ends of his wing.

Adam tightened his hold on (Name)’s waist, thrusting up into her at a brutal pace while also pushing her down on his dick with every thrust in. The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, panting and moaning.

(Name) pet Adam’s wings and his breathing got heavy as he neared his climax. “Fuck, (Name), I’m gonna cum,” Adam groaned. He roughly reconnected their lips, kissing her while he came inside of her.

He stilled for a minute, not pulling out but catching his breath. When he recovered, he smirked at (Name). “Ready to cum, babe?” “You’re still hard?” Adam laughed. “The original dick doesn’t go soft after only one round. I’m the fucking Dickmaster.”

With that declaration he resumed his brutal pace. (Name) gasped as he brushed her most sensitive spot. Usually her g-spot was impossible to find, but Adam had just hit it. And he could tell. He was careful to keep his thrusts steady, and (Name) was reaching her peak quickly. “Adam,” she moaned. “Adam!”

He loved when she moaned his name. “That’s it, babygirl, cum for me.”

The words and steady hits on her g-spot sent (Name) over the edge. She clenched tightly around him and he huffed. She gripped his shoulders like her life depended on it while she climaxed. Adam gently thrusted, fucking her through it.

When she came down, he pulled out. (Name) could feel his cum leaking down her inner thigh. He set her on her feet, and her legs shook before giving out. Adam caught her, lifting her up bridal-style. He laughed at her. She shut up him with a kiss.

“How about a bath?” Adam asked, carrying her towards the bathroom. “Sounds great,” (Name) agreed.

Bathing together would inevitably lead to more sex.

[lxvvie]

Freely Using Gaz:

Gaz and the way he shivers when you plaster yourself against his back in bed. Your arm goes around his waist, your hand trails down into his boxers, and oh, darling. What a wonderful way to start the day off.

Gaz and the hitch in his breath when you started playing with his cock. He was on the phone with the Cap'n being his usual sassy self, and then you came in. You came in and started running your fingers over it teasingly, and he was doing good keeping it in. Emphasis on was because when you bent down and went to town sucking his dick, Kyle let out a stunted "Christ—". Good thing he was able to save face with Price for that one.

Gaz and the groan he lets out when he buries his face in your chest. You were bored out of your mind, and what better way to keep yourself entertained than by cockwarming him while working. Jesus fuckin'— "You're killing me here, darling," Kyle mumbles against your skin, arms wrapped tightly around your midsection. Wound up tight, just like he is. "You move when I say you move, Garrick." You never said it.

Gaz and the mixture of anticipation and trepidation he feels when he sees you've texted him. It's not that he doesn't like you texting him, far from it, but it's all he can do to keep from groaning out loud every time you send a risqué picture or message. The less he says about how hard he gets, the better. Fuck, he remembers the last time you did it, and the face he made was enough to warrant Soap's concern. You're such a tease, darling.

Gaz and the way his eyes slightly widen when you rest your hand on the small of his back. In public. Because he knows what you're up to. Because he knows that you know that's one of his spots. He shoots you a look, you shoot him a devious grin back, and as soon as you're both in the clear, you slide your hand down and give that ass of his a nice squeeze. What is he gonna do with you?

Gaz and the frustrated, heady chortle he lets out because you won't let him cum even though he's fucked you through two orgasms at this point. What the fuck, gorgeous? "Jus' one more," you moan, the aftershocks of your latest one leaving you trembling, pulsing around his cock, and you're so damn beautiful and feel so fucking good that Gaz can't help but want to fuck more orgasms out of you.

Gaz and the way he sighs when you kiss the side of his mouth oh-so-softly. You finally—fucking finally—let him cum, body buzzing with contentment, pleasure, and above all, adoration. "Think you missed the mark there, love," he jokes, but it's intentional. You grin deviously again, reach down, and grab his sensitive cock. You began to stroke, and before Gaz can do anything else, you make damn sure to feel his gasp against your lips. You didn't miss the mark. Not even fucking close.

[euovennia]

oh oh - and if it’s not too much trouble to ask, an addition to mom/dad friend simon, maybe another hc where reader takes a bullet for him and he’s like "why would you do that" and she’s all like "because your my friend" and he’s like "🥹" rubbing my hands together deviously

so for anyone new, this post is a continuation of this request, but it can be read as a stand alone if you so choose! i will say simon may be a bit ooc but you've already been besties forever so it's fine. thank you to the anon who requested this, i hope i did it justice. now please, enjoy <3

so by this point it's become well established that you and simon are pretty much a package deal

one can never be seen without the other trailing too far behind

unless of course one of you (usually simon) is actually trying to do their job

but even then you both have a tendency to hover

well

the hovering is usually done by simon who will take it upon himself to sit somewhere in the same room as you while you work

but you're more direct in your approach

which basically means you have no hesitation in pulling up a chair and talking his ear off

depending on his mood/what he's working on he'll either slide something your way in hopes of distracting you into silence or he'll take part in your mindless chatter

it's usually the latter much to the annoyance of price whose come to notice that simon tends to submit his mission reports just a tad later than normal when you're around

but he doesn't dare say anything because he's just happy simon finally has someone to keep him company

even if it does mean him missing a deadline here and there

now with the amount of time you two spend around one another, there was the small concern that you two may become a bit more reckless on missions together

but honestly?

that couldn't have been farther from the truth

as much as you like messing around with simon, you're very aware that your line of work requires your full attention

so, despite how hard it can be at times, you limit your jokes and general shenanigans to the bare minimum so you can get the job done

and obviously it goes without saying that he does the same by shedding the name simon riley and becoming the infamous ghost

it was a bit startling for the team to witness this change at first

they honestly thought you two were mad at each other

but after the mission was said and done, you and simon started hanging out again and it just kinda clicked

simon probably uses you as an example to soap to be honest

anyway, point is

you both know how to keep your friendship out of the way in the field, you've practically mastered the art of it

but the moment you see him get into a knife fight with an enemy soldier on a mission, you can't help but worry

and you can't help the way your worry morphs into panic as you see a tiny red dot plant itself on his body as he finally drives his knife into the neck of the rival soldier

and you certainly can't help the way your feet seemingly begin to move on their own as you sprint toward ghost and practically ram him into the ground

and you most definitely can't help the yelp of pain that drops from your lips as you feel a searing hot pain rip through your lower abdomen

so much for those bullet proof vests

simon looks up from his position on the ground, knife in hand and ready to stab it into the poor soul dumb enough to tackle him like this

but then he sees you

he sees your face, eyes wide with shock and mouth agape

his eyes trail down your body and he swears his world nearly crashes as he stares at the dark red spot currently staining your shirt

he can only fear the faint sound of yet another gun going off before you're tumbling onto the ground

he snaps out of his daze to catch you and he can't help but feel horrified upon seeing another bullet wound lodged into your thigh

he can hold in his cry of agony and heartbreak as your breathing soon becomes labored and your eyes fill with tears

he gives your struggling form a once over before sucking in a sharp breath and dragging you to a nearby hill that was littered with enough rocks and boulders to offer shelter from the incoming storm of bullets

he settles your head onto his lap as he harshly barks out words you can't even begin to understand through the comms

you can barely register the way his hand gives your face a small smack

your eyes connect as he pulls a roll of gauze from his tactical backpack, "come on, kid. don't do this to me. just a bit longer."

even with the searing hot pain that was overruling all your other senses, you can't help but smile

you grab onto his inked forearm and he stops as he looks back at you, eyes wild and frantic

"hey simon?"

"what?"

"thanks for putting up with me."

your eyes begin to flutter open, a small hiss of discomfort escaping your mouth as you cringe at the bright overhead lights

you make a move to bring a hand up in front of your eyes to shield yourself form the harsh fluorescents, but stop your movements when the lights suddenly begin to dim

confused, you begin to look around the room only to see simon standing by a wooden door with his hand on what you assumed to be a light dimmer

he stares at you through the eye holes of his balaclava, "better?"

you offer him a nod paired with a small smile and open your mouth to offer your thanks but stop when he puts the lights back up to their full brightness causing you to let out a groan

you open your mouth once more to vocalize your complaints and throw a half-hearted insult his way, but stop when you hear the heavy footfall of simon's boots making their way over to your hospital bed

he comes to a stop by your bedside as he glares down at you, a swirl of emotions darkening his already hardened gaze

after giving your eyes a few moments to adjust he speaks, "you're the stupidest person i've ever fuckin' met."

your eyes widen as your jaw goes slack, "excuse me?"

he leans down and stops just a few inches short of your face, "i said you're stupid and i'd yank you off the field myself if i could."

you can feel your heart drop at his harsh tone but decide to soldier on, "you're in a good mood today, aren't ya?"

his eyes narrow and a growl of anger and frustration escape the lips hidden by his mask, "don't give me any of that shit, you know what you did."

you sigh, "i'm in a hospital bed, simon. i don't think i could've done any–"

you don't even get to finish your sentence before he's interrupting you, "why'd you do it?"

you stare up at him, confusion and annoyance evident on your face

"simon, what are y–"

he scoffs, "the fucking bullet! you took the fucking bullet! why'd you do that? what made you think that was a bloody good idea? do you have any fucking clue what you put this team – what you put me through?"

oh

right

your expression melts into one of sheepishness as you attempt to get in a word, but stop when simon decides to continue

"i had the situation handled, i could've taken care of myself! i'm smart, i'm capable, and i have years more experience than you do so tell me, i can handle myself! i don't need you steppin' in and throwin' yourself in front of bullets! you coulda fuckin' died!"

"simon–"

he points a finger in your face as he continues on with his rant, "no, you don't get to call me that, not anymore. from here on out, you either address me as ghost or lieutenant, nothing else until you can learn how to handle yourself on the field. we need soldiers, not daredevils. do you understand?"

you exhale, "no."

before he can continue with his angry tangent you sit up with a painful grimace and grab the pillow the pillow your head once rested upon and fling it at him

he narrowly dodges it and stares at you with a mix of rage and pure disbelief with a glare that practically screamed, "what the fuck."

hit block limit again. i'm afraid this may become a habit. anyway.

taking his silence as your cue to speak, you do just that, "okay fine, you're right. i probably shouldn't have tackled you down like that and taken a bullet for you, i probably should've remembered that you're a fully capable man with more experience than me, and i probably should've remembered that the field is no place to be playing favorites. you're right, i should've kept that all in mind but–"

you let out a small sigh as you avert your eyes to the think blanket draped over your body, "when i saw that gun pointed right at you i...i couldn't bring myself to care about any of that. at that moment, all i saw was you in danger and i couldn't have that so i did what i did. you can reprimand and punish me all you want for doing it, but i don't care. i stand by my actions."

simon eyes you for a few moments longer before grabbing onto a chair nearby and settling it beside your bed

you watch as he sits down with a small sigh, his eyes never leaving yours

"why?"

your brows knit together in confusion

"why what?"

"why'd you take a bullet–no, why'd you take two bullets for me? you and everyone else on this team know i could've handled it, so why?"

you frown, "because you're my friend, simon. why else?"

once those words leave your mouth, you're greeted with his blank ghost stare

again, he's just 👁️👁️

and you feel a small wave of concern wash over you

like

this is the same man who was torturing you with the bright fluorescent lights and lecturing you to hell just a few minutes ago and now he's just staring at you

still and silent as ever

you almost ask if he's okay, but stop yourself when he brings his large hand up to the edge of your hospital bed and begins inching it closer to yours before eventually resting it over yours

it's quiet for a few moments longer before he speaks in one of the quietest voices you've ever heard from him, "you took that bullet cause i'm your friend?"

you can't help but soften your own voice as you respond, "my best friend."

upon hearing you say that, simon can just feel the small well of tears that begin building up in his eyes

and as much as he wants to fight them off, he just can't

you, already being able to sense the internal war he's got going on inside his head, simply turn your hand so you can grip onto his and give it a firm squeeze

and by god he hates you for that

because now he can't help but disconnect your hands in favor of surging forward and wrapping his arms around you

you swear you can feel the small rumble of his shoulders as he tries and fails to conceal his quiet sniffles but you decide to overlook it because oh my god simon 'ghost' riley is crying in your arms and it's all your fault

so you decide it's best to just hold onto him as tight as you possibly can

he notices this and he just melts

what did he do to deserve you?

what overpowering force of life felt that he was good enough for the sunshine that is you?

who gave him the honor of being blessed with you?

he's not sure but quite frankly, he doesn't really care

not when you're holding onto him like your life depends on it

not when you pull back from the hug, look into his eyes, and offer him the brightest smile he's ever seen

and certainly not when you grab onto his hands and speak in that sweet honey voice of yours, "i'll always take a bullet for you. i can't lose you, simon."

jesus christ you're going to make his heart burst

he sucks in a small breath and squeezes onto your hands, "i can't lose you either, kid."

you only smile, "you won't, i'm always gonna be here with you."

words that once would've annoyed him to no end now set his cold heart alight

"you fuckin' better."

your smile widens and you lean forward to capture him in yet another hug

with his arms wrapped tightly around your body and you pressed up against him, he can't help but smile

it's definitely nice to have a friend

:)

[starboye]

pairing: dylan minnettee x male reader

request: could you write about dylan minette x reader fucking in the shower ILY

warnings: smut, shower sex, cursing, pet names, slight daddy kink

you hadnt expected dylan to be home for at least another few hours so you decided to take a relaxing shower after cleaning the house up a little for dylans return, he had been on tour for a couple weeks and today was the day he was supposed to come home but he came home a little earlier to surprise you.

dylan opened the door and threw his bags to the side waiting for you to greet him but you didnt, he walked through the fairly spacious house to find you, as he walked into you guys room he heard the shower running and smirked, he stripped off his clothes and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

"dylan is that you" you ask wiping the water from your face but dylan doesn't answer he only steps into the shower, leaning his chest against your back "hi baby" dylan whisper hugging you from behind "hey, how was the tour" you ask "miserable without you" dylan chuckles lightly.

"aww well you're here now" you reassure kissing dylans cheek "and now that im here i can finally have you" dylan mutters kissing down your neck "you couldn't wait till i got out the shower" you say choking back a moan "no" dylan says muffled by your neck, running his hand down to your ass to grope it.

"you want it" dylan question loving your sweet small whimpers "yes please" you plea rubbing your ass against dylans growing dick, dylan quickly flips you around and begins making out with you, you moaning it his mouth as the water falls onto your back making it hotter than it already was between you too.

"i missed you so much" dylan says "oh really" you smile pulling back from the kiss to catch a breath "for real, do you know how hard it is to jerk off to just a picture of your ass" dylan jokes but he was being honest, he sat in the dressing room of his concert for an hour trying to cum to a picture of your ass covered in his cum but he couldnt.

"then how about you cum to the real thing" you say jerking dylans cock lightly, feeling it grow even more in your hand "well how could i deny such a request" dylan deviously smirks, you see the lust growing in his eyes before he presses you onto the bathroom wall, face flat against the wet wall "already loose for me" dylan scoffs seeing your open hole.

"only for you daddy" you reply cockily, dylan almost goes feral when you say that but holds back and slaps his dick against your slick hole and without warning he thrusts into your warms walls with a groan "dylannn" you moan out as he does so "yeah baby all me" dylan says wrapping his hand around your neck while his other hand wraps around your dick, stroking it slowly.

"ngh please faster" you choke out "want daddy to go faster" dylan asks and you nod slowly, he goes faster and faster till the only sounds are groans and moans falling from your mouth masked by the shower and plaps, "im gonna..." you trail off not being able to finish your sentence but dylan understood exactly what you were saying and quickened his pace in your ass and around your dick.

you came all over dylans hand as you dropped you head onto the wall with broken moans "so good" dylan mummers licking the cum from his hand before wrapping one hand around your waist to steady you as he pounded you out, lifting your head back up by the neck with his other hand.

"right there" you whine feeling another wave of ecstasy wash over you and dylan feels it too before he cums in you, painting your walls white with his seed as he lets out deep huffs "you always know how to tire me out" dylan says "right back at you" you reply.

taglist: @mailmango @spermeboy @ghostking4m

[utahimeow]

gojo would literally pounce on you if he sees you wear anything light blue that matches his eyes

cw — nsfw content. minors dni. f!reader, praise, reader wears lingerie

satoru is a simple man– he sees his girl wearing his favourite colour and he goes a little rabid.

it’s a little intentional on your end, too. you’ve become inclined to buy the baby blue options of anything that’s slightly your style– minidresses, tops, bikinis, and, of course, expensive lacy sets. 

satoru is also the ‘rip off your fancy silk panties to get them out of the way’ type, and the “i’ll buy you more, baby” type, and he’s always true to his word too.

but seeing you in this– the material that’s cut from the same celestial cloth as his irises– makes something stir within him. it’s a mixture of his ego being stroked, and your subtle little way of reminding him that you’re all his.

he can’t possibly take it off of you. 

no, instead he’s pushing the material to the side and sinking into you, hot and wet and utterly stretching you out until he’s in your stomach, whining so shamelessly because your pussy feels like home to him.

and it’s your soft, honeyed moans and your sweet fluttering lashes that always get him, and he just can’t help it when his hips begin to ram into yours with what feels like hardly any restraint. 

“so pretty,” he heaves, near growling. “the prettiest fucking girl. you got all dressed up? just for me?”

you nod your head, your hands letting go of the sheets so you can reach up to cup your own tits and squeeze at them, your bra sitting on them so pretty.

gojo groans, tongue darting out over his lips, his usually crystal blues flickering with something much darker– hunger. he’s starving, wishing he could devour you. being buried deep inside you is the next best thing.

“god, the things you do to me,” he grunts, tugging one of your legs up and over his shoulder, his pace turning more rapid, more desperate. “you don’t even know, baby. you don’t have a clue.”

sticky arousal drips and leaks from your hole into a puddle beneath you. satoru’s fingers dig deep into the skin of your hips and thighs, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he pounds away at you. 

“s-satoru, i can’t,” you whine, reaching for his hands. he lets you take them, only to shove forward and pin them to the mattress while he shushes you.

“you can, baby, i know you can. always take me so good, yeah?” he coos, leaning down so he can pepper your neck with delicate kisses, so gentle compared to the ruthless drive of his hips into yours. 

you’re trembling beneath him, panting his name between whines and moans as he fucks you like it’s his last day on earth. 

when you cum, you think you black out for a moment. your eyes roll back and you’re lightheaded and your throat closes up. everything is warm, fuzzy. the sound of your boyfriend’s voice is what brings you back, an octave or two lower than it usually is.

“i got you, there you are, baby,” he says, gentle, though his pace never lets up. from the way his cock twitches however, you’re certain he’s right on his own edge too.

a few more seconds, some more thrusts, and satoru pulls out, rapidly jerking at his cock until he’s shooting hot spurts of milky cum over your abdomen with a groan. it spurts out so quickly that some of the ropes reach your chest, leaving splotches of cum on your lacy bra. 

he collapses next to you, both of you in a heap, chests heaving in sync.

“you’re sick, you know,” you say. there’s a light rasp in your voice.

“yeah? why is that?” he asks with the devil in his eyes.

“i didn’t think you’d cum this hard over a colour. you got your semen on my bra.”

he snorts. he doesn’t have a shred of shame about it. 

“i’m going to clean up,” you say, as-a-matter-of-factly, beginning to sit up when satoru’s giant hands grasp at your arm and pull you back down to the mattress.

“just wait a minute,” he tells you. you cock an eyebrow at him. 

satoru reaches over to his nightstand and picks up his phone. he grins, deviously.

“i gotta take some pictures of you first.”

[cutiesgawr]

★ VALENTINE'S SOMNO ! <3

≈ gift for my bae! @yuutx

cw. Somnophilia, afab reader, gn!reader, dubcon, sub top! Kabukimono, dom bottom! Reader, riding, handjob, needy! Kabukimono, whiny! Kabukimono, cumming inside, P in V, Valentine's themed, marking w/ ink, lingerie, Uki used as a nickname for Kabuki, anal sex, pegging,<3

notes; hope you enjoy this, there's two parts since I had no clue what you wanted, you ride kabuki and he likes it, second you let him ! ><

You smile, fixing yourself up despite it being morning, well it was for a good reason! It was Valentine's Day, your fingers danced on your legs, touching the red lingerie. You smile and grab a brush, you let out a small chuckle. Reaching for red ink, you open it and dip the brush in. You go over to the purple-haired boy. His chest slowly goes up and down, his eyes closed, oh how pretty he was. You slowly take off his clothing, letting the cloth touch the ground. You sit on his chest slowly, letting your butt touch his chest, he lets out a small sound of a groan. You let the red ink brush touch his pale skin, you smile and begin to draw hearts, all over his chest, arms and neck. You bite your lower lip, enjoying the sight under you. You stop once you feel satisfied with your work, you lower your head as you place a kiss on his chest. “Uki…is so pretty~” you sang in a melodic voice, you trace your nipple around his nipple. You move down and your butt is on his crotch, you begin to move slowly. He lets out a soft pant, your butt rubs at his crotch. “Mm..” he lets out a small moan, his eyes are still closed as he lets out multiple moans and pants. Kabukimono’s hard dick pokes at your butt, you smile and take out his dick. Pearl pre-cum leaks out of his dick, your fingers tap against his base, your palm resting against his nutsack. You smile and begin to stroke, he holds in his breath, his eyes still closed. You let out a quiet chuckle, your hand goes faster, his pretty dick twitches in your hold. Your lips curl up to a smile, gripping his cock as you stroke it. “Nmgh…” a small moan escapes his mouth, you smile and stop stroking his dick, kabukimono whines softly. “Uki, you’re so cute!” You say with a smile on your face, your hand moves in a rhythmic stroke, your tongue comes out and you lip your bottom lip. His dick lets out so many pearls of his pre-cum, kabukimono’s breath quickens very heavily. His eyes were still closed and surprisingly he was still asleep. His hands weakly grip at the sheets, as his legs tremble softly. “Mmh..!” He says, his dick twitches as he pumps his pearly cream out. It paints your hand and face, you giggle and you grab some of his cum and wipe on your red lingerie.

You let out a gasp due to him still being asleep, you smiled deviously. You had an idea, you were going to ruin his dick and abuse it more for his sweet cum! By riding him, you pulled aside your red lingerie panties, revealing your wet cunt. Your hand lays on his chest, your cunt hovers against his dick. Your other hand reaches down as you grab his cock, your pussy goes down. Wrapping his dick in your wet warmthness, you bite your lip as you begin to move, your hips rolling as your cunt begins to tighten. You begin to wonder, how many times can you make him come before he wakes up? You throw your head back, going faster, your ass hitting his thighs, your nails lightly touch his chest. Your cunt begins to leak out so much juices, his dick was too good and it was hitting spots in you that made you see stars! You lift yourself up and drop yourself down, his dick twitches once again, you let out a loud moan, throwing his head back. “f-mmh!!” Your eyes roll back, you blink and look at kabukimono, he is still asleep. “E-eh?” you were even more surprised, he was normally a light sleeper but he still didn't wake up…. Maybe he didn't have much sleep, I mean he was doing stuff before this day. You let out a small moan as his beautiful seed leaks out of your cunt, you hum as you place back your panties, your panties are soaked by his seed and your juices.

—; cw.anal sex, strap-on, top!reader x bottom!kabukimono : skip to the end

You reach over and grab a dick-shaped item, you smile and giggle deviously. You kiss the base of the fake-dick, you grab a red ribbon typing it to yourself and the fake dick. You turn to kabukimono, lifting up his butt and you grab ahold of your fake dick. You were going to use a strap-on, he was into it and so were you! You lick your lips before the tip of the dick aims at his hole, you let out a small gasp as his hole takes it in easily. You smile and kiss his neck, moving softly before you move faster, the fake dick hits deep in him, his eyes are still closed. You lay your head in his chest as you hold his legs, you can hear his heart beating fastly. You chuckle and snap your hips faster, angling your hips so you can hit deeper in his hole, his face flushed red. You smiled at his cute blush face, you exhaled as you struggled to move, your hands rubbed at his thighs, he was simply too tight for you to move, his cute medium sized hands curled up to a badly made fist. “Awh! Uki, you’re so cute.” You say, you move faster as his dick twitches, you raise an eyebrow, will this be his ending climax? Will he cum dry? Kabukimono hands shake as his dick leaks out so pre-cum, you hum and go faster. The fake dick hits his spots faster and harder, kabukimono lets out a loud moan, his dick spurting out his cum, landing in his stomach and your red lingerie.

— ending

He was still asleep, you were impressed, you took off the fake dick and and cleaned up the mess, cleaning his cum on his stomach. Wiping him clean, you smiled and kissed his nose before you cleaned yourself up. You hum and lay down next to him, you were about tired and you still had a long time until Valentine's Day was over. Meaning you could still fuck and do sweet couple stuff! You yawn and kiss his neck.

Ignoring how hard his dick was. He was a good fake sleeper, he wanted to fuck you good. Make you cum so many of times, he wants you to fuck him more up, he kisses your face once you fell asleep. Maybe he should give you pleasure, would you also fake sleep like him or wake up and do the job? He closes his eyes and smiles, you were so sweet to him and he was so grateful.

[toxicanonymity]

any way we could get more speakeasy!joel where reader is giving him a bj under the bar ? i miss him so much 💔

hell yeah, I love ultra horny Joel 🥵❤️‍🔥

under the table

850 / horny!Joel x f!reader

Warnings: I8+ mdni Oral (m) receiving, exhibitionism, non-degrading horny talk. Standalone drabble but can pick up from speakeasy teddy. The song ball and biscuit by the white stripes has speakeasy vibes to me.

A blues song is playing in the Speakeasy while the boys celebrate their return home from a long smuggling trip.  Joel is always insatiable when he gets back.  You're straddling him in a booth. You press your palm into the warm, firm bulge in his jeans and he thrusts into your hand as you slowly massage him.  “Sexy as hell,”  he growls behind your ear and gently bites your neck.  “Wanna fuck ya right here,” he whispers gruffly and all your blood goes to your loins.  He grabs your ass cheeks and yanks you closer again, preferring to pleasure himself with your body.  Your skirt is history - pulled up all the way over your ass.

He pulls down the strap of your lace teddy – the one he had you wear out in public.  He takes your breast out, feeling it gently, then harder, knitting his brows.  His other arm is around your back, bracing you as he rhythmically thrusts into the damp lace of your crotch. Joel's hardness between your legs makes you weak all over, and you’re getting the front of his jeans wet. He doesn’t mind at all. He feeds your nipple to his mouth and  hums “Mmm” into it, making you sigh.  Tommy looks back toward your booth and blood rises to your face. 

“Joel,” you whisper and he looks  up at you with his mouth still on your tit.  

“What?” 

You glance behind him and nod toward the boys. Tommy has looked away. Joel covers your nipple with his mouth and his eyes sparkle deviously. He does what he wants, where he wants, when he wants.  He’ll stop if you really want him to, but nah.  Not when you’re this turned on. You reach between you and unbutton his jeans.  “Go for it, baby,” he says.  You unzip him and take his hard cock out of his boxers.  It makes you salivate at first sight.  When he got home that afternoon, you were too busy fucking to admire it.  Your fingers face downward and you rub it a few times, then he yanks you closer again, putting your damp, needy crotch up against his hardness. You sigh then reach one of your feet back onto the floor under the table.  He raises an eyebrow knowingly. 

Joel’s horny eyes watch you the whole way down his body as you slowly make your way under the table and get on your pretty little knees.  He spreads his thighs wide for your access and gets close to the edge of the seat, slouching in the booth. You take his cock in both hands then hover over it.  You watch his denim shirt, turned on by how his belly rises and falls with heavier breaths as he feels the warm humidity of your breath on the tip. 

You suck the head into your mouth and he inhales deeply.  You look up at him as you swirl your tongue around it, then curl your lips over your teeth and suck more of him into your mouth, abandoning eye contact.  You suck in as much of his shaft as you can and firmly drag your tongue along the underside as you bob your head.  His hips lift, gently pushing himself into your mouth in rhythm with your masterful work.  You suck from the back of your throat and manage not to gag as his tip slides down, making him grunt and clear his throat to stop from choking on his own saliva. The sight of you down there makes his mouth water, too.

“You’re so damn hot, baby,” he murmurs and brings his hand to the back of your head, gently guiding you into him.  “Fuck, baby. You got the prettiest mouth.”  And he has the filthiest. 

You drag your lips up to tease the head again, swirling your tongue, sucking hard, then taking more of his shaft.  “Wish you were sittin’ on my face right now,” he says.  You wouldn’t put it past him to try 69 in the bar.  “Told you I’d be hungry, baby.”  He already went down on you an hour ago before fucking you stupid.  He reads your mind.  “Had me a snack, but I need a feast.” 

“Mmm,” you hum into his cock and he inhales deeply.  You add power from your tongue and suction from your throat and he shudders.  

His fingertips tense, pressing firmer into the back of your head.  You look up and can tell he’s close.  He can fuck your face if he wants. His thrusts intensify and his mouth opens into a lazy string of, “Mmmmmm… ohhhhhh,” not loud but not quiet. 

The chatter of the boys dies down for a second then picks back up.  Your mouth focuses on his tip while you wrap your hand around his shaft. “Fuck yeah,” he sighs quieter, still thrusting into your mouth. “Ready, baby?”  You hum your agreement, sealing your lips tighter.  His shaft pulses in your hand and mouth, and you quietly moan “Mmm,” as his cum hits the back of your throat. 

When he’s finished coming, his head falls back against the booth, looking absently at the ceiling as he strokes your head affectionately. You tuck him back into his boxers and zip up his jeans, then climb back into the booth and he puts your legs in his lap.  Tommy comes over and hangs his arm over the booth.  

“You know we got a bathroom here, right?”

Joel replies, “Thought ya said people need to use it.”  When he slides out of the booth to get a drink, the front of his jeans are still shiny.

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[pineappleciders]

Could we get headcanons for how would it be being Team Craig beloved adopted child? Like- idk- reader is this sweet kid who wants everyone to be happy and then Craig and Those guys are like- the protective parents while Clyde is reader's adorkable big brother 😱

craig and those guys adopting a sweet reader who acts like their kid/little sibling; platonic headcanons

includes: craig, clyde, tolkien, jimmy, and tweek

A/N: i know tweek technically isn't apart of catg, but since he often is in fanon i decided to add him!! people r always debating whether jimmy or tweek is in craigs gang but why not both!!!!!!

personally i see tweek as the butters of catg. like he's there sometimes but not all the time ykwim

whenever craig and tweek get into a dispute it's like watching your parents argue

despite you being the same age as tolkien, your parents often leave you with him as your babysitter (your parents love him to death) and you two always end up playing games and eating snacks

they're kind of. confused about you. like craig might treat you like butters at first but gets berated by the rest for it once they all realized ur actually cool and not stuck-up

jimmy ruffles your hair and treats you like you're his little sibling, and goes 'oooooo' and asks constant questions if you have a crush on someone

if you're shorter than tweek he leans on your shoulder or head, because he knows it pisses you off. then he giggles deviously about it

craig is kind of. always trying to get your evil side out. like he's completely convinced you're not 100% angel and he tries to annoy you to get you to get angry

u and clyde hang out a lot. like you're always at each other's houses, people at school started to actually think you two were related

lots of video game nights. you all come to someones house (usually tolkiens because he's loaded) and play video games on the couch and in his room all night long. also lots of sleepovers

i feel like when ur choosing teams for a sport or a game, some of them are begging for you on their team and some of them are begging that you aren't on their team

jimmy, tolkien, and clyde want u on their team. craig does not. he doesn't because he thinks u suck (he doesn't mean it, he just wants to be a dick. unless you actually do suck)

with tweek it depends. like he might agree with craig and he might not. it really depends on what the thing you're doing is

clyde leans on your shoulder when you two are standing in the halls with a smug look on his face (he wants to embarrass you)

tolkien (and sometimes jimmy) always help you with studying and homework. like they'll teach you the entire subject and make sure you're prepared for the test

jimmy cracks (un)funny jokes to embarrass you in front of your friends

they get all pissy if someones annoying you. craig in particular is not afraid to get physical if you're getting bullied or something. he'll never admit it though

tweek likes to annoy you, but he's also probably one of the more sentimental ones (next to tolkien and jimmy). like he'll be there for you emotionally and stuff, even though he isn't always the best with feelings

jimmy is very encouraging. like if you're down or anxious about something he'll listen intently and give you the most motivational pep talk you've ever heard. he cares a lot and shows it with quality time and just being there!!!

tolkien is very good at listening. he might not understand everything you're going through, but he tries very hard to hear you out and give advice. he also reassures you that he's always there for you

craig isn't the best at showing his own emotions in the first place, so he's kinda. panicky if you're sad. he's learned a lot from tweek though, and will listen closely and try to validate what you say.

clyde doesn't always understand, but he tries. he'll listen to you talk and gives shitty advice, and is generally kinda knuckle-headed. he genuinely cares though

craig tells you about his silly little interests, and like forces you to play with stripe. he also rants to you about space and shit and you always fall asleep to it

whenever everyone falls asleep in the living room while playing video games, you're the one left awake, and you can't help but feel immense happiness at how peaceful they look.

[stranger-rants]

Billy’s neck isn’t ticklish.

Steve brushes his fingers past his skin there to move his hair out of the way. He presses a kiss into his nape, laughing softly when Billy’s body goes rigid.

“Ticklish?”

Billy huffs.

“No.”

Steve takes it as a challenge, but Billy doesn’t move. Not even when Steve teases him with feather light touches playing piano across his ribs and up his spine to his neck. He doesn’t have to turn to face him to know Steve is grinning deviously above him itching to get a laugh out of Billy and Billy wishes he could live in this moment. Enjoy this harmless thing. Be playful. Laugh and curl up defensively. Toss Steve off of him. Get the upper hand and have Steve beg for mercy.

But Billy’s neck isn’t ticklish.

Billy’s had a lot of hands on his neck before. Mostly from one man. A hand around his neck when he was introduced to Neil’s dates. Squeezing. This is my boy. Affectionate? Proud? No. A threat. Don’t screw this up for me boy. He’s intimately familiar with screwing up. The way those rough fingers can make it hard to breath when he does. Every time he freezes up like an antelope tackled by a lion in one of those gory nature documentaries, preparing itself for the worst. It’s body flooded with chemicals to ease the pain. Becoming numb to what’s happening. He squeezes his eyes shut, willing his muscles to relax. It’s just Steve. It’s just Steve. It’s just…

“Hey. Everything okay?”

Steve’s fingers flatten against his back, applying deep pressure between Billy’s shoulder blades. He must have noticed his body stiffen up. How embarrassing. Billy exhales deeply. He needs to let himself feel this, because this feels… good, and he’s starved for it. He wants Steve to keep touching him. To rewire his nerves. Replace old touches with new ones. Be Steve’s and not his. Smile uncontrollably when Steve’s breath brushes against the hairs of his neck. Steve kisses Billy’s neck once more. A welcome shiver follows. Maybe one day…

“It will be.”

[dnvrsmedia]

Looking Towards A Better Tomorrow

Ellie Williams x Reader

Summary: aftermath of Seattle & Santa Barbra

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

an: if you’ve seen this before it’s because i’m reposting from my ao3 do not be alarmed!

———————

The sun beamed onto your skin as the world seemed to turn slowly. An off feeling encapsulating you, sucking you in like quicksand. Tumultuous waters never let up, drowning you in a flurry of conflicting emotions. Stuck in a state of emotional limbo, your far off stare didn’t go unnoticed by all. The auburn haired girl furrowed her eyebrows. Your catatonic like state sending a pang of worry in her gut.

It’s been months since the tragic events of Seattle occurred. Months since the three of you made it back to Jackson by the skin of your teeth. Yet, Ellie wonders if a part of you stayed all those miles away. Your bright and bubbly exterior dimmed almost completely all those months ago. Neither of you ever managed to get a full night's rest without the other waking up in a cold sweat, screaming in terror. Walking on eggshells around each other didn’t help either. Her refusal to think about the events combined with your selective mutism caused conflicts to arise.

You didn’t speak for a month straight following the events. Maria begged the two of you to join Jackson’s weekly counseling sessions. She mentioned something about the importance of working through trauma. That day was the first time you laughed in weeks. Not because there was anything funny, but in frustration. Words cannot explain what Seattle was like for you. How could anyone understand the awful things that happened? How terrified you were at not only yourself and the world around you, but at the person your lover was becoming. The sweet, snarky, and sharp little girl was no longer there. Revenge flowed through her veins, constricting all rational thought—leaving behind a tunnel visioned killer.

There is no doubt that the two of you have changed—arguably for the worse. The innocence ripped from your chests made it hard for you to stay in Jackson. The memories flooding your mind as you walk past Jesse’s old place leaves a sinking feeling in your gut. Suddenly you’re feeling the burning sensation of an arrow piercing through your skin as you drop to the ground. The scent of the red metallic substance pooling out of your body and onto the wood floor takes over. Your breath constricts as the feeling of a bicep as big as your thigh cradles your neck in its deviously tight restraint. The whales of Ellie pleading to spare your life start to drown out as the thumbing of your heartbeat overtakes.

“Hey, Hey! It’s alright, you’re home.” A familiar voice breaks through your flashback. Your eyes blink one then twice, adjusting to your surroundings. When did you get on all fours? Your body is heaved over as your hands grip the soil fueled by terrifying strength. A freckled hand moves to cup your jaw. The back and forth motion of her thumb sends a soothing vibration across your body. Words of affirmation spew from your lover’s lips as your breathing slows. Your canonic like state continues on until the move is made.

The farmhouse was a blessing in disguise. Not only for your sanity, but for the growth of your relationship with Ellie.

As the days pass and as the night goes, glimpses of your personalities before come back in pieces. Substituting the painful reminders with tending to the farm allowed you the space to slowly heal not just emotionally, but heal your relationship with Ellie. You wouldn’t want to admit this out loud, but you held resentment against your freckled faced lover. You asked yourself day in and day out why you weren’t enough. Revenge overtook her life and swept her up in the flurry of it all, leaving you behind—broken and battered. Rebuilding your life from ground up once again. You cursed her name in a silent prayer; eyes burning holes in her body, wishing that there wasn’t a single part of you that belonged to her. Yet, you stayed. Through all the times your anger almost moved you led with blind rage, you stepped away. No matter how

much you lost, you will never succumb to hate. Rage ruined your life, took away your freedom, your friends, your smile, your light…her light. Rage took your girl away from you.

“We need to talk.” A solemn face adorned your features—this seemingly permanent look etched into your skin since Seattle.

Ellie— currently tucked in the chicken coop, tending to Bertha, the ginger feathered Golden Comet. A grunt in acknowledgment is given as she finishes laying the feed inside of the coop, walking out to you at the door.

She goes to fidget with her two fingers and is met with the top of her palm. A familiar sinking feeling lands in her gut at the memory. The physical reminder of all that she has lost. Ellie takes a short breath and shoves her three-fingered hand into her back pocket. Ellie’s eyes fail to reach yours—she knows what your face looks like. The upturned brows with a sad smile. She knows you worry. She also knows she’s hurt you the most.

“You know I love you, Ellie Williams.” Your jaw clenches—‘you will not cry before you finish’ repeats in your head like a mantra.

Ellie’s eyes finally meet yours as she tentatively nods her head, scared to see where this is going.

“My love for you is what has made me stay. No matter how much you have broken my heart, Ellie, I stayed. I stayed with you even though I had no idea why I'd do that to myself,” Your eyes gaze up at the setting sky as Ellie trails your face, taking in your words.

“I have been so fucking good to you!” You huff with a sad smile.

“I stayed and I killed for you Ellie. I’ve done things that I can never undo. I’ve done and seen things that have changed me forever. I mean I can’t close my eyes without seeing death. I can’t sleep without hearing Seattle.” Tears frustratingly slide down the rounds of your cheeks, once overused by the smile that seemed to never leave your face oh so long ago.

Tears well up in your lover's eyes as she frustratingly wipes her eyes, hating the vulnerability.

“I spent so long asking what I did wrong after you left. If I was ever enough for you, and it broke me. It broke me so fucking bad, Ellie.” You sobbed, unable to keep your tears at bay.

The sound of your cries sends a knife through the auburn haired girl's heart. Ellie pulls you into her chest, encapsulating you in her arms—your home.

“I know, babe, I’m so fucking sorry.” Ellie whines as her tears flow more freely. You breathe in her scent, calming you down.

“But I stayed, okay? I’m always here. We went through hell back there and I know that we are just barely surviving with our heads above water, but i’m fucking here okay? You don’t walk out on me ever again you hear me?” You pull your body from the crook of her neck and speak, holding her eye contact intensely.

“And you talk to me, you hear me? None of that holding it in. You talk to me, Williams. We have no one left and I refuse to lose you too. You may not care about your life but I. Fucking. Do.”

With those words, Ellie breaks down in sobs. You haven’t seen her cry for months. Ellie is a protector, she puts everything on the line to protect those she loves, even if it means sparing her own feelings. Or at least, what she believes to be her feelings. Ellie had never been in a position where she felt safe enough to express or engage in her feelings. If she did, there would be consequences immediately causing her to never open up again. She also views this as a preservation of your life. Everyone she has ever opened up to has died because of her one way or another. Why have the gift and the curse of being immune if all she caused was death all around her?

Heavy heaves and blubbers of ‘I’m sorry’ leave her mouth as she clings onto you for dear life. The decades of guilt and trauma being released from her body as she crumples in your touch. These tears aren’t only for the pain she’s inflicted upon you, her light, but for everything. For never meeting her mother to losing her first love, to Joel. All of these events shaped her to be who she is today. How cruel? To have a life full of loss but a gift so precious. When those who love her dearly die, those who she believes deserve life more than her. What a cyclical fate to be bestowed upon an ordinary girl. Having to know so much yet never knowing herself.

Your heart breaks as you hold onto the fragile frame of the girl you love. Steady steps are taken to make way back inside. Hoping this is a turning point, you sit her in the bathroom and heat up some water. Ellie’s tears have calmed as she watches you gather the buckets of heated water. You fill up the tub before turning to reach her eyes with a saddened smile.

“Arms up.” You tugged at the bottom of her now off-white vest. A small yet grateful nod is given by your lover before she lifts her arms above her head.

This was a routine you have done many times with Ellie after tough patrols. Whenever her body ached too much or her thoughts ran too deep, you would bathe her. The memories of these flood back to her as you help her undress fully. Ellie plants a kiss to your temple before you usher her to lay back in the tub.

You unwrap your favorite package of soap you had been given by Dina on your last trip back to Jackson. The beautiful lavender was your signature scent Ellie grew to love just as much as you. Ellie reached for your hand tentatively— gauging for your reaction. She takes it as a sign to further her touch when you intertwine your fingers. Her chapped lips press kisses to your palm and hand, showing her gratitude.

“M’ gonna have to let go so I can help, El.” You laugh.

Ellie’s eyes snap up to yours at the nickname she missed hearing so badly. She never realized how much she could miss someone she stayed under the same roof with. Fearing that this intimacy would flutter away, Ellie grips your hand tighter. Fear showed in her eyes as she pleaded for you to stay.

“Don’t…please, just,” She huffs as she feels herself becoming emotional. Learning that your emotions are natural will be a learning curve; proving its difficulty right now. “Could you…come in with me?” Ellie closes her eyes to calm herself down.

The skilled killer no longer made a home in your partner's body. All that was left of her was the fragile soul of a girl who’s been hurt too many times. The girl who wanted to be protected, loved, and happy for once.

“Okay, baby girl. I’m here, alright? Just gotta let go for a bit so I can get undressed but I'm right here.” You kiss her palm once before slowly letting go of her fingers. The tense grip on your hand loosens as she watches you move towards the tub.

You slide your body behind your lover gently before picking up her designated shower rag and your favorite soap. Your hands gently work through the auburn haired girls' taught muscles. Nimble fingers taking away all tension she has been carrying on her shoulders while scrubbing her clean—leaving a new start. A start full of love and light for the both of you. Of mourning your past lives, but embracing the good yet to come. Embracing the healing.

[drama-glob]

Incorrect Helluva Boss Quotes

(IMP returns back to Hell after failing a mission with almost everyone in bad spirits now)

Millie (Grumbles): Face it, we suck.

Moxxie (Holds up hands and counters): It's not always bad to be in last place. Here's some things we can focus on: 1) We tried hard and 2) We're still dear friends.

Blitz (Frowns): Moxxie, shut up.

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(Asmodeus slowly walks over to Fizzarolli, who's sitting in his living room chair, and lays his arms on the back of the chair to get his boyfriend's attention)

Asmodeus (Sultrily tells him): It's a cold night Fizzie. If only there was someone here to stoke my fire. (Stands up straight again and alluringly walks away towards the bedroom, stealing a glance back at the other)

Fizzarolli (Goes wide-eyed before smiling deviously): Well...it'd be rude not to. (Immediately hops out of chair and rushes after Asmodeus) It seems Sinsmas has come already.

[squidsmakemedelusional]

a lil something i wrote

So! i wrote something angsty for my Splatoon OC, shes called Haji and i have some plans for her (wrings hands deviously) so i decided to start off with an bit of angst for yall :)

the prompt is: how a new haircut triggers her emotions and reminds her of her brother (which disappeared and left her all alone)

tags are: angst (no comfort), splatoon oc, octoling, selfcontained story, light swearing

----------------------------- A tug in her chest she can't explain, her insides feel like jelly as they roil and rouse inside of her. Haji grits her teeth, every small thing that goes wrong or is inconvenient for her right now suddenly feels so much worse.

Why does her reflection looks like her brother is looking back at her. It should make her happy to think her and her brother are looking similar but she just can't take it. Not today.

"Fuck." Haji grunts, her head going down and resting in between her hands on the bathroom sink, trying desperately to figure out what's happening.

"i don't get it." she mumbles. "what have i just done to you..." the Octoling sounds desperate, her own words ringing into her ears.

"its so unfair, you have forgotten about me, why can't i just forget about you!" Haji yelps while looking back up into the mirror. Her heart is aching. "its so fucking unfair!!" She roars at her own reflection, tears finally escaping her. The overwhelming pressure inside her head growing even further into rage. or maybe regret, which she has buried deep within her.

"I hate seeing you! i hate that you just left me!" she scream at her own reflection. Frustration growing further at her own sight and her own weakness. "It wasn't fair! you abandoned me! for what?!" her anger taking full control as her heart starts pumping harder and her skin becoming hot. "oh i bet you live a real nice life on the surface now, don't you!" Haji continues shouting at her own image. "I hope you do, you bastard, I hope you are having the time of your life without me!" She yells. "You better be! because otherwise, that makes everything I went through worthless!" Haji screams with all the breath she can muster. ' Her knees give in and she falls to the floor of the bathroom. Her body is trembling and her breathing is ragged and irregular. "maybe this haircut was a stupid idea." she mumbles to herself, in defeat. She had never imagined that a simple haircut could hit her so hard, and yet it did. She knows what's wrong, but she doesn't want to admit it. She looks back up into the mirror. Her hair looks good, she did like it before she cut it short. But it still looks too much like her brother. The memories of him, she misses him so much. Haji wipes the tears from her face, but they keep flowing. "it was supposed to help, you know." she whispers. "it was supposed to help me move on from you, but all it did was make me miss you more." Haji sits there on the floor for a while, looking at the reflection that isn't hers. She can feel the rage returning to her again, it makes her sick. She doesn't want to be angry at her brother, not now, not anymore. She doesnt really know on how to feel, if she's being honest. This new world in which she is a stranger seems so scary alone. It was always her and her brother against the world. Now that he is gone, Haji feels completely lost, she has no one here to help her figure it out. She's on her own now.

[lu-lus-dicks]

Sorry, been awake for 24+ hours and ended up falling asleep 😅

Apparently my mind kept all the worm ideas on the back burner so it finished cooking as soon as I woke up, so I'm sharing.

Vox finally manages to get rid of ALL the worms and larvae, but he's careful about not letting Valentino know because there'd be hell to pay for getting rid of his spawns.

So he goes on normally for a few weeks, gets his bitten and broken cables swapped for new ones and think this will be the end of it.

Exept.

He fells empty now.

Physically empty.

This MF unknowingly developed a kink for wriggling bugs inside of him.

And he can't ask Val for more larvaes because then he'd have to tell him that he got rid of his babies.

So where did this bring him?

Right back at the radio tower.

Alastor ties him up and just leave, for hours.

Finally he comes back with an unconscious King of Hell that he ties up with more tentacles next to Vox before leaving again.

He comes back with 4 buckets full of worms, Vox is getting exited but Alastor completely ignores him in favour of talking care of Lucifer.

The broadcast starts.

Alastor straddles the king and slaps his face to wake him up, Lucifer screams and trashes around because he knows what's coming.

Alastor starts stuffing handfuls of worms after handfuls of worms in his face.

Meanwhile Vox's hard as a rock and green with jealousy.

When Al finishes feeding worms to his majesty he sew his mouth shut to stop him from spitting it out.

He turns towards Vox and is abot to step on his face-

exept that he doesn't and keeps teasing Vox by pretending that he's about to get to it but just don't.

The Tv head wriggles like the worms he wants inside of him and whine with pleading eyes, hoping Alastor will take pity on him and will just get to it.

Alastor smiles, put his heeled boot on Vox's chest and crouch (crushing his sternum).

"I'm sorry Vox, I can't possibly give you what you want if I don't know what it is!"

Vox tries to keep quiet, he really does, but he ends up saying in a whiny voice :

"Step on me! Step on me, break me and fill me with worms! Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease-"

"And why do you want that? Between the worms I put inside of you and your boytoy laying them inside of you, you should have more than enough shouldn't you?"

Alastor's still crushing his lungs, smiling deviously and holding his mic to Vox's mouth so that his answer is loud and clear for their audience.

"I...*sigh* I had them removed"

"Uh-Oh, the Tv even got rid of his boyfriend's spawns?"

"It was painful you frigging bitch!"

"Why ask for more then?"

"*whine* Pleeeeeeaseeee...."

Alastor stands and starts walking back to the King, shivering at the idea of having more worms stuffed in as he'd been trying to not swallow them for all this time.

"I LIKE THE PAIN! I FEEL EMPTY WITHOUT THEM! FILL ME AGAIN, PLEASE!"

"Well, you did say the magic word!"

Alastor walks back to Vox and steps on his head with his heels, breaking it more and more.

He then take one of the biggest shards and uses them to make long cuts on Vox's limbs, and he finally puts the worms in them.

The tentacles restraining his highness start moving and shake him before bringing him on top of Vox.

"Open wiide~!"

Alastor smashes Lucifer's mouth against Vox's and remove the magic seams, allowing his majesty to finally throw up inside of the TV's mouth.

Both "captives" have raging hard ons and Alastor uses Vox's phone to post a picture of their messy selves on Voxtec's official Instagram.

First dislike is 0.001 seconds after posting and it's Valentino's.

(too long?)

firstly, gotta tag the hoes @nunalastor

before I even start reading this, GO TO SLEEP. if you fell asleep, GOOD, let your body fucking rest

after the read: my god was this a fucking read. you're my favorite anon from now on. this shit hit harder than I imagine any drug can. for fucks sake, I am getting SO FUCKING HARD MY GOD-

[moonmacabre01]

for the character thing!! magolor!!

The cat!!

favorite thing about them

Ooohhhhh, that's hard to choose. But if I had to, it's how much fun his dialogue is and how much character he has. He is an absolute chatterbox, and a bit cheeky and bastardy even after redemption. He goes on and on when you talk to him in the Lor, and is forever an incurable schemer- even if he restrains himself to pranks these days. The "thank badness" line in Magolor Epilogue is so endearing to me. Even alone and powerless, you have your sense of deviousness, you stupid wizard <3

least favorite thing about them

How HARD his boss forms are to draw T-T Magolor Soul is banger but just the idea of trying to draw him hurts my hand

favorite line

The line you get when you fully upgrade flying.

"Now I can soar through endless skies with . . . my friends . . ."

Like??? How am I supposed to be normal about THIS. He misses Kirby and the gang!! Genuinely misses them!!! And depending on how you take it, it can be read as it fully sinking in for him- that he BETRAYED the most amazing people he's met. That he might never see them again . . .

brOTP

Marx and Magolor. I absolutely understand why someone would ship them romantically, but I prefer to think of them as "PFFs(Prankster Friends Forever)"

OTP

I am an incurable multishipper, this one's too hard.

nOTP

I have yet to find any Magolor ship I actually strongly dislike, the worst I've felt is ambivelence ^^'

random headcanon

He has a habit of talking to himself. He picked this up while he was alone on Halcandra, since the Lor hadn't started talking to him at this point, and rocks and lava aren't very good company. It ended up helping him keep himself together mentally while he was in Interdimensional Space. He's been trying to tone it back since moving to Dreamland, people who catch him tend to look at him funny for some reason . . .

unpopular opinion

I do not know what is and is not an popular opinion on Magolor. Sorry

song i associate with them

There's a few songs I associate with Magolor, but a favorite is In Hell We Live, Lament. I like to see this as reflecting Magolor's fall to the temptation of the Master Crown(A regretter's friend-the forbidden fruit/ I bite off the skin/chew on the tender flesh/ quaff down the lukewarm pus/ I became the 'me' who you despised) and redemption through the Interdimensional Space's trials, ending with his triumph over Mistilteinn(the second chorus feels greatly like the battling and defeat of a great opponent- similar to the end of Magolor Epilogue). Some lyrics also feel like they could be phrased as Magolor speaking to himself, asking why he betrayed Kirby and crew(Why do deaths end my torture/ why can't anyone feel my hurt/ why do we crown the most violent to be champions) or realizing only he himself is to blame for his downfall(Then I realized/ someone's heaven could be the source of my torment-'someone' referring to the egoist in Magolor).

Like I said, there's a few other songs I associate with him, but I think I spent enough time rambling on this already ^^'

favorite picture of them

This one