#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.

[misctf]

I just love your twink stories so much, just overall cockshrink stories of yours are immaculate. Thank you so much!

Of course! I hope you enjoy this one too!

New Year New Me

Derek grinned as his boyfriend kissed his cheek and rubbed his hand against his chest. Despite dating for two years, the passion was still there. And Derek couldn’t think of a better way to spend the New Year than with his boyfriend at a couple’s resort nestled away in the woods.

“I love you babe.” Derek kissed his boyfriend, his hands caressing his lover’s cheek.

Paul was perfect. Besides being one of the nicest and funniest guys he’d ever dated, the physical attraction was certainly there. Not to mention they were totally compatible. Derek being a total top, while Paul was a strict bottom. He loved how desperate Paul could be too- always the more submissive of the two. And as they got into bed, Derek instinctively goes to be the big spoon.

“Hey babe,” Paul says, “Would you mind if I try being the big spoon tonight?”

Derek raises an eyebrow, “You want to be big spoon tonight?” He smirks, “What’s gotten into you?” He jokes and Paul smiles deviously.

“You’re always the big spoon, I kinda wanna try it out.” He chuckles, “New Year, new me?” Derek looked at Paul with amusement, but also a hint of curiosity. 

“Alright babe, we can give it a shot.” 

He said with a grin, scooting over to let Paul take position behind him. As soon as their bodies made contact, Derek felt a strange tingling sensation wash over him. His skin prickled and he shivered slightly.

“What's up?” 

Paul asked, noticing the change in his boyfriend's demeanor. Derek tried to shake off the feeling, attributing it to the unusual positioning. But the sensations intensified. He tried his best to ignore them.

“Nothing, I’m good.” Derek mumbled, blinking his eyes a few times.

Derek's mind began to fog slightly as the tingling spread through his body. His thoughts grew hazy and his vision blurred at the edges. Paul's arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, and Derek felt himself melting into his boyfriend's embrace.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” Paul whispered in his ear, his breath hot against Derek's skin.

The words sent a thrill through Derek, but it wasn't just arousal. Something deeper, more primal, was stirring within him. Derek nodded, thinking it odd how Paul's voice took on a somewhat lower tenure. Not to mention the confidence. Usually he liked more submissive guys. But Paul's sudden confidence made his dick stir.

“So good.” He replied, nestling closer to his boyfriend. Derek's cock hardened fully, straining against his boxers as a new kind of desperation seized him. He wanted to be held, worshipped, fucked...hard, “Mmm, I love you so much, Paul.” Derek slurred, his voice taking on a higher, more nasally tone, “You're the best thing that ever happened to me.” He pressed back against his boyfriend, grinding his ass against Paul's crotch.

“Fuck babe...” Paul grunted.

Derek moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he felt Paul's hardening bulge press insistently against his ass.

“Oh god, Paul, please...” Derek whimpered, his hips bucking back against his boyfriend's hips in a needy rhythm.

His once strong, toned body started to soften. The light dusting of chest hairs beginning to fall away, leaving him smooth. Meanwhile, Derek couldn't help but notice that Paul's arms seemed bigger somehow. The mountainous biceps that bulged as Paul held him closer seemed... wrong. But as he felt Paul's ever more prominent bulge against his ass, he simply moaned. Paul's grip tightened around Derek's waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he ground his throbbing erection against his boyfriend's pliant ass. Derek gasped, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through his veins.

“I'm going to make you mine, baby.” Paul growled, his voice low and rough with desire, “Every inch of you belongs to me now.”

As if in response, Derek's body began to shift further. His broad shoulders narrowed, his powerful muscles atrophying to reveal a leaner, more delicate frame. His hair, once dark and neatly styled, turned a bright platinum blonde and fell in messy waves across his forehead. A sweet, innocent face emerged, dominated by large, expressive blue eyes and full, pouty lips.

With each passing moment, Derek felt himself becoming less like his former self and more like a naive, dim-witted pretty boy. His once sharp intellect dulled, replaced by a vacuous, lustful haze. And yet, emotions like fear, despair, and anger dulled. He gazed up at Paul with wide, trusting eyes, his mouth slack and drooling slightly. 

“Y-you're so big and strong, Paul.” he cooed, reaching back to fondle the massive bulge tenting his boyfriend's pants, “Can you please fuck me? I need it so bad...”

“Not with an ass like that.” Paul grunted, scratching at the hairs that sprouted from his increasingly larger pecs, “And what kinda fuckin' twink has a package like that? Paul groped Derek's proud bulge.

“But babe... please...” Derek pouted, “I.... oh gawd!”

As Paul's touch lingered on Derek's groin, the young man's erection began to shrink, growing smaller and softer until it dwindled to a mere nub between his thighs. At the same time, his once muscular ass flared outward, ballooning into an obscenely large, juicy bubble butt. Paul chuckled cruelly, enjoying the sight of his boyfriend's pathetic, diminished manhood. He reached down and gave Derek's swollen rump a harsh slap, watching with satisfaction as the tender flesh jiggled and quivered.

“You're such a fucking cumslut now, aren't you, babe?” Paul sneered, rubbing his thumb over the red imprint left on Derek's cheek. “Just begging to get your tight little hole filled with my cock.”

Derek whined pitifully, squirming under Paul's scornful gaze. 

“P-please, Paul... I'll do anything... just use me...” He reached back to part his cheeks.

That was all Paul needed. Paul set a relentless pace, pounding into Derek's ass with savage abandon. Each brutal thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through the young man's core, making him clench and unclench around his boyfriend's invading length. Derek's cries degenerated into incoherent moans and whimpers, his mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations. Any thought of being anything other than a sex toy for his bigger, stronger, boyfriend evaporating from his increasingly duller mind.

“Harder, Paul! Fuck me harder!” Derek begged shamelessly, his voice high and breathy. “Make me your slutty little cumdump!”

As the night wore on, Paul continued to use Derek's willing body for his pleasure, fucking him relentlessly until both men collapsed in exhaustion. Now, as morning dawned outside, Derek lay curled up on Paul's chest, his small frame barely filling the expanse of his boyfriend's broad shoulders.

Despite the lingering soreness between his legs, Derek felt a deep sense of contentment and belonging. In this moment, he knew without a doubt that he was meant to serve and submit to Paul's dominance. Groggily, Derek opened his eyes to find Paul staring down at him with a mix of affection and superiority. Paul gently stroked Derek's hair, his fingertips grazing the delicate features of his boyfriend's face. 

“You did so well last night, baby.” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “Such a good little slut for me.” Derek blushed at the praise, his heart swelling with pride and devotion. 

“Thank you, Paul.” he whispered, nuzzling into his boyfriend's warm embrace, “I'll always be here for you, no matter what.”

Paul chuckled, leaning down to capture Derek's lips in a dominating kiss. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a golden glow over the room, both Derek and Paul knew something had changed. But neither would be complaining all too much.

[feng-shui71]

WHDJHSHFJFJ another banger I jumped and kicked my feet together when I seen this WAHHHHH❤️❤️❤️

⛓cigarettes out the window⛓RESIDENT EVIL FANFICTION 🕯 OCS AND CANON🕯

this is a one shot cause motivation left me for the bigger fan fic:,) enjoy this silly little fan fiction with silly little characters (and what i have noted down for Nikita/Laika) ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ocs included: Nikita '' Laika '' Yokovic = my personal oc Jaiden + Jordan Manalang = @feng-shui71 Jackie Steele = @silna-pdf ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

as the smoke gently raised up to the night sky, the source: being Lieutenant Nikita Yokovic leaned against the Raccoon Police Department building.. he was deep in thought as the fumes burned his lungs.. his medications, way of forgetting those.. awful days.. he hasnt heard much from Umbrella, what happened? did it finally fall? why hasnt Spencer nor anyone given him an order or clue?.. why is Birkin even more a bastard then normal..? and Albert.. Albert Wesker.. whats up with him?-

his ears perked up: footsteps.. Nikita's head snapped to look at who or what walked up to him.. '' yikes so sis wasnt wrong on you being jumpy, lieutenant..'' Jaiden Manalang, one of the team alpha soldiers Nikita himself trained, approached Nikita with a chuckle. ''.. what do you need Jaiden..? did Jordan send you to get me?..'' Nikita scoffed... as he continued smoking. '' cant i check up on my own mentor? or are you still brooding like an pissed off bear?..'' Jaiden chuckled as he leaned next to Nikita. '' dont you have paperwork to tend to, Jaid?..'' Nikita turned to actually acknowledge and look at Jaiden. ''.. not that i know off..'' Jaiden chuckled slightly, making sure Nikita didnt catch up on his more nervous tone. ''.. thats it, i wont let you slack off. '' Nikita put his cigarette out (disappointingly) before dragging Jaiden by his arm back into the R.P.D, even if Jaiden is not happy about it.

Jordan looked out her desk window.. the cold beautiful night was a calming sight to those who desire it. she could feel her breathing calm down as she leaned against the glass panel... its been alot, her kids can be tiring, Albert has been acting off and.. distant.. doesnt help this week has been confusing with the cannibal murders that took place the day before.. whats so bad of lighting a blunt, to feel that effect hit her completely.. '' Jord's! '' Jordan was snapped out of her thoughts by Jackie's acknowledgement.. despite the weirdness and honestly disturbing crimes, the S.T.A.R.S were assigned to investigate, Jackie hasnt changed one bit.. Jordan appreciates that, atleast she hasnt been down or.. different. '''.. weren't you suppose to clock out an hour again Jackie?..'' Jordan asked with a chuckle. ''.. well Chief Irons asked if i could wait for the other bravo members.. us lucky bunch have to investigate the butched murders.'' Jackie sighed before chuckling. ''...great, sounds fun... '' Jordan replied sarcastically before her doubts hit her again.. why does she feel so bad about this? why is Nikita so paranoid and frankly concerned about them? why is Albert so distant and keep calling that one freak Birkin? whats going on? ''.. earth to Jordan?.. your having that thinking face again..'' Jackie sat across Jordan with a concerned look. ''.. is Al being all mysterious again? '' '' its not just him.. the L.T has also been acting off, i didnt know the guy could even be more paranoid then normal.. something isnt right..'' Jordan pointed out as she looked down at the ground. ''.. Jords..'' Jackie placed her hand on Jordan's shoulder. ''.. i understand where your coming from.. Brad had made a joke about it too.. but i'm sure those old fucks are just shaken up from the butched murders.. it'll be all okay. '' Jackie gave her an reassuring smile. Jordan sighed. ''.. alrighty Jacks.. lets get this over with..''

Nikita and Jaiden soon returned to the office.. meanwhile Team bravo is preparing to head to the forest. Rebecca Chambers, a young rook that Nikita has been training for the last few months headed to him. '' boss! there are you are.. are you joining us?..'' she asked politely with a smile. Billy stood by her side protectively. Nikita looked at Jaiden firmly. '' you better be done with your paperwork once i'm back. '' he said without any ways for Jaiden to complain before he headed to Rebecca and Jackie. Jordan chuckles, '' i'll make sure of that lieutenant. '' Jaiden looks pissed off but he kept it to himself. Nikita chuckles. '' i know Jords.. be safe you two, i'll be back before it hits midnight..'' little did Nikita know.. everything shall be changed for good.. ──── ୨୧ ──── THE END (i prob got the timeline wrong lol, i wanna make more fanfics once motivation is back lol).

[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.

[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.

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[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.”

[crucifiedramblings]

headcanons — satoru gojo

warnings: adult content. sexual themes. bullet point format. sadist ("hard dom") gojo. impact play. marking/bruising. slapping. spit. aftercare. mild humor/fluff.

author's note: this one is like... pushing the limits of what i post here. minors do not interact, nsfw under the cut!

satoru gojo is already enough to deal with— but sadist hard dom gojo? impossible.

and satoru knows that his dick is big enough to act that impossible

satoru, who will tell you to open your mouth only to spit on your tongue and giggle at your dumbfounded expression

satoru, who is obsessed with leaving bruises behind whenever he has a night alone with you

and furthermore satoru, who likes the sex more if you hate him a little bit while you're doing it

satoru, who goes the extra mile to piss you off, only to be fucking you so hard that you're nearly passing out later that night

as if that weren't enough, satoru would give you a slap to the face— just to keep you awake— only to flash you a cocky smile and keep pounding into you

"wake up, baby— i wasn't that rough, was i?" gojo grins deviously, pale cock thrusting up into you at a painful pace.

and of course, satoru gives the most deliciously lovely and tender aftercare known to mankind because he's a sadist not a monster

satoru would prepare you the world's most stereotypical bubble bath— he learned his moves from japanese romcoms, i don't make the rules

satoru would admire the night's injuries, tending delicately to your bruises and scratches with more care than you thought he had been capable to take

it almost made you forget that satoru had been the one to put them there

for: @thotthumb

[rosesradio]

Leo explaining porn categories to Jason and Nico they get confused about what Leo’s saying so Leo makes them take the infamous bdsm test

oh my god the test 🫣 why were we all taking that at like 14, right along with the rice purity lmaoo

but yeah thinking about this definitely happening at a sleepover in the hades cabin, the three of them lost in the haze of nico’s candles, alcohol and weed.

(hc that the stolls have a secret garden with the help of the demeter cabin—it’s in the corner of their roof that no one goes to explore, and they split profits. unrelated, they also grow potatoes.)

anyways, they’re all giggly and open as leo steers the conversation and ends up showing them porn (because, as said, they’re really repressed). nico’s surprised it even exists, and while he’s embarrassed at first he can’t stop staring at it. leo went over to the gay category and picked something out at random—this being a pretty twink in a skirt being railed in a dimly lit dorm room. his wrists were tied to the headboard, so all he could do was roll his hips up and whine with every thrust. it looked so good…nico couldn't help but swallow. he’d be in either one of those positions in a heartbeat.

jason can’t help but fixate on the words being said. “so good—so fuckin’ pretty, bouncin’ on my cock”—it was vulgar, but gods, it sounded so nice—the pretty words, how breathless the top sounded. jason wanted to make someone that breathless, wanted to earn praise as easily as breathing.

leo gives them a tour of the porn site on his laptop, showing them all the different categories—twinks, groups, muscles, to name a few. and leo explains that those are just the tip of the iceberg. there’s also another layer—and he teases nico about how he liked watching that one tied up twink. he does a search, and hundreds of similar videos pop up. nico practically whimpers. (and perhaps bites back that it’s sad that leo seems to have such extensive experience watching porn on his own, as if nico wouldn’t do the same).

jason is still confused, a tad overwhelmed, flustered, and (although batman couldn’t beat the confession out of him) half-hard, itching to touch himself through his boxers even a little. he asks leo how he’s supposed to know what he likes and what he doesn’t. leo grins deviously and offers to let him practice with him, though he soon moves on from the fleeting joke and pulls up the bdsm test.

jason and nico go through what could only be described as shrimp emotions as they fill out their respective tests, out of view of the others. nico’s breath hitches at one of the questions, his face flushing as he squeezes his thighs together. jason’s brows furrow at one question, his eyes widening at the next.

when they’re done, they reluctantly pass their tests to leo, who shamelessly downloads a copy of each of their answers “to get a better look at them”. he looks up at them, brows raised as he frowns.

leo comments that the two are surprisingly vanilla, though a few things jump out at him. nico’s what they call a “rope bunny”, meaning he wants to be tied up. jason imagines the sight of nico in thigh highs and a skirt (maybe they have been watching too much porn), being edged by a vibrator as he writhes against dark ropes. he would beg so pretty like that, his voice weak and broken.

jason is apparently all about praise, with a choking kink on the side. he confesses with much embarrassment his skepticism of it all—he imagined he would like to be choked, though how was he supposed to know until it was actually happening? how was nico supposed to know he would like being tied up until it was actually happening?

that’s when leo leans in close to jason, breath warm and smelling like strawberry liquor. he repeats the joke from earlier, the one about practicing, his nimble fingers toying along jason’s collarbone. jason swallows, wanting nothing more than for leo to kiss him—and wrap his hand around his neck.

leo doesn’t seem to be joking this time, though. he adds that they could tie nico up, have him watch for the longest time before finally giving him what he needed. jason ponders the notion—what nico needed, what they all could possibly do to each other. nico could ride him, his wrists tied to the headboard. leo could fuck him while nico watched, drawing jason closer to the edge with each “good boy” and “so pretty, isn’t he, nico?”

gods. jason swallows.

when faced with a proposition, jason never backed down. when he could learn something, he leapt forward. and when something he desired was right in front of him, he was so used to being told no—what if he could have what he wanted for once? what if leo, who so carefully collected a list of what exactly could make jason and nico weak, could give him exactly what he wanted?

he nods.

leo grins surprisingly sweetly, though theres a spark in his eyes that suggests nothing but trouble for the pair of them.

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"Nasty boy," her chuckle echos in your ears. While sharp, talons wrap around your sore jaw and rustle it around a bit.

You whine at the sinmple swipe of her thumb against your chin, collecting the saliva and drool that stream out past your lips and mix with the salty tears of pleasure the she indulges in so heavily.

"M—M Maah, Nad-i-a—"

The feeling of your sore dick throbbing inside of her clenching walls, splurting out load after load makes her eyes loop around in satisfaction. A hand moves down to pin you to the bed below.

Wings wrap around you, and the pace becomes undeniably fast, so much your poor fucked out brain can't follow with anymore.

"Aren't you precious?" She drawls, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth before so deviously slamming her wet, warm cunt back down on you as she ravages you over and over again.

You make the pointless attempt at whining out, but all you can affort is a little weak noise that goes straight to her core. "Oh keep those noises up giocattolo piagnucoloso ( whiny toy ). You may just recieve an award."

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You were one of her male servants at the yuè sanctuary. Faithful to the ways and paths of the nocturnal grim reapers, and you stuck to your culture with pride and showed your lady the most respect you had to offer.

Which extended all of the way to heated sessions in her lavish bedchambers.

There you are, snug between her plush thighs. Her wet cunt rubbing and grinding down against your desperate tongue, that spills with little whines for more. Yet recieving no more than subtle glances and little chuckles.

"Quiet down, xin." She whispers, tugging roughly at your hair. Slick folds cutting the contact your lips had with them off fully. "You whine and whine so much, I'm getting tired of it."

"J-Jiejie—" You choke out, hiccuping while looking up at her. Yet your gaze does not remain on her for long, as her hand meets the base of your dick and squeezes at it hard. Only to give your tip a slap right after.

Teary eyes remain on the ceiling.

"Do pretty servants like you demand of their lady? Or do they stay obedient, hm?" She huffs, snaking a hand behind your head to tilt your head upwards and reconnect your lips with her cunt.

"Eat."

How oculd you ever complain? Your lady tastes like the most nocturnal divinity you've ever come close to tasting of all it's wines and foods.

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[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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[inhuman-obey-me]

Can I ask for Lucifer and #20? Also congrats on hitting 100k likes!!! You guys deserve all the best things 💗 💓 💖 💛

Thank you so much!! 🥹❤️

Lucifer + 20 | "Infectious" - Imminence

"He's gotten into your head, Lucifer. Remember, he's a demon. They can't be trusted."

"But Father—"

"Silence. I won't hear anymore of it. Humor them if you must, but I will entertain this drivel no longer."

Perhaps Father was right, that all of this talk from the Demon Prince was merely idealistic nonsense, a way to manipulate the Celestial Realm into lowering their guard. What demon would want peace unless there was something deviously beneficial in it for them? And surely, if peace could be achieved, Father would have been the first to propose such an audacious and praiseworthy plan.

And yet, Lucifer finds himself in the Devildom once again, sitting across from the very demon he has been told explicitly not to trust above all others. Golden eyes beam at him, and he cannot help but compare them to the glow of an angel's halo. Ridiculous.

"Lucifer! It is so good to see you again. You remain as beautiful and radiant as ever. How fare's the Celestial Realm these days? Your brothers?"

"I'm only here for diplomacy's sake. Do not think I am here to be friends." Lucifer asserts as he inspects the tea served to him. "…And the Celestial Realm is doing as well as ever, same goes for my brothers."

"Of course." Diavolo gives him a polite, knowing smile. "Good to hear. Well then, shall we get started? I have so much I would like to discuss and share with you today."

It's strange how as the minutes pass, Lucifer finds himself slipping into a sense of comfort. He is an angel in enemy territory, but no matter how hard he tried to pick apart every word and action of the demon before him, he could not find deception or harmful intent. He had secretly come to enjoy these meetings, with Diavolo providing more pleasant company than even some of his fellow angels. More pleasant than Father.

He's gotten into your head.

"Diavolo." Lucifer abruptly interrupts. "What is truly your goal here?"

"Have I not made that quite clear?" Diavolo tilts his head ever-so-slightly. "Peace, for all Three Realms."

"And what do you gain from this?" He's desperate to find a flaw, a hidden truth. "What could the demons possibly gain from all of this, other than peace? It's not like you can be trusted."

"Ah, here again, are we?" Diavolo sighs, but there is no anger or frustration. "As hard as it might be for you to believe, I care about my people. I want to protect them, build a better future for them. They cannot have that if we continue the bloodshed as we have for centuries past. Peace benefits us all." The demon leans forward, his gaze inquisitive. "Is that not what you want? Considering how often you've visited, I assumed you felt the same."

"…I do." Lucifer clears his throat. "As hospitable as you've been, you cannot blame me for my doubts."

"Your doubts are understandable. Demons do not trust angels anymore than the angels trust demons. This plan for peace will take a lot of work and some willingness to cooperate, on all sides, but I believe it can be achieved one day." Diavolo smiles, and Lucifer knows it is sincere. "And I think, despite your hostility, you believe it too."

He did. He wanted to believe in it more than anything. He recalls what he thought on that first meeting with the prince — who here was the demon, and who was the angel? It was the beginning of it all, the first crack in the wall that the Celestial Realm and Father had so dutifully built over millennia. But why was it that every time he tried to convince Father that working towards peace was a worthwhile goal, he was silenced?

There's a tightness in Lucifer's chest, and he realizes that one of his worst fears was coming true.

His doubts were no longer in the Demon Prince and his goals — they were in Father and His.

[icedragonlizard]

A while back, I thought up of several horrifically tragic scenarios in Kirby. And because I feel like being a deviously evil bastard, I'll bring them up with you guys.

Scenario A: Kine dies at the end of Dreamland 3.

In this scenario, Kirby's fight with Zero results in something absolutely horrific. Kirby still wins, of course, but Zero suddenly choses to become incredibly vindictive and tries to go out in a blaze of glory by taking one of Kirby's friends down with it.

Right as Zero is about to die, it goes down below and take one of the animal friends down with it. The one it ends up killing is Kine, who's the slowest and most unagile animal friend on land. The rest of the animal friends are quick enough to get out of the way, but poor Kine unfortunately gets caught in the crosshairs as Zero kills him while exploding.

At the end, Zero and Kine both die. And Kine's death is certainly something that the others are going to take hard. The other animal friends will take it hard, and one can easily imagine it'd especially destroy Kirby to lose a friend.

Scenario B: Queen Ripple dies during Kirby 64.

Remember when Queen Ripple gets zapped by the crystal when you collect all the shards, and it's to free her from the Dark Matter possession? Well, imagine if she also ends up dying in the process. Dark Matter is no longer in her, but it also costs her her life.

This would especially hit hard if one were to assume Queen Ripple being some sort of motherly figure for Ribbon.

Scenario C: Marx dies after Milky Way Wishes, and RTDL is Magolor's revenge operation over Marx's death.

Okay so basically, this scenario has Marx and Magolor being friends before Milky Way Wishes takes place. And then let's say that Marx actually dies for real when Kirby catapults him onto Nova.

Magolor takes Marx's death hard, when he learns as to how it happened, he then kickstarts RTDL as his revenge operation against Kirby. Of course, Kirby still wins, but Magolor survives and gets sent to Another Dimension like normal. He's then having to grapple with his failed attempt at avenging Marx.

Eventually, however, Magolor comes back to Popstar, and is eventually able to reconcile with Kirby. Kirby didn't mean to kill Marx and apologizes for it, and he and Magolor eventually get on better terms. It's still hard on Magolor, though, and this would basically put him in the grief club with the others of Wave 3 later on.

Scenario D: The Mage Sisters die at the end of Heroes in Another Dimension.

This time, Heroes in Another Dimension doesn't end at the battle against the three Mage Sisters. Everything still happens as normal, but what changes in this scenario is that Hyness suddenly arises right after the Mage Sisters are defeated.

Another boss fight with Hyness is initiated, and this time he's more desperate and uncontrollable than last time. He goes into a frenzy that's more insane and ballistic than his previous fight, and unfortunately for the Mage Sisters they suffer collateral damage as Hyness accidentally hits and kills them during this last rampage.

Hyness still gets defeated, and Kirby is still able to purify him with a Friend Heart, but unfortunately this cannot happen for the Mage Sisters because Hyness inadvertently killed them. And so he's left with having to grapple with their deaths, being unintentionally responsible for them.

[mechs-headcanons]

hi hi hi again I'm the guy who was in here earlier talking about New Texan Bioengineering and I forgot to mention somethin because of his mostly feline nature and the fact that he is somewhat venomous, Jonny just has really chubby cheeks like idk if youre on TikTok but that one cat I think his name is Mr moonpie? like THAT If ya know what I mean oh yeah I also think Jonny is venomous and has fangs, and I 100% think he has a tail that would probably have more scales than fur, and maayyy be capable of a slight rattling sound but I don't think he'd have a stinger, just more potent venom

also not Jonny-related but I think Raph is some sort of vulture with some crow and honeyguide-like qualities probably will be back in here later with more deranged sciencey biology stuff and im not sure how the whole like anon tagging thing works so I'm just gonna label myself if that's okay :] - 🩻

mmm venomous jonny mmm,,,, also yay :D i love hearing ab the weird biology *rubbing my hands together deviously*

vulture raph goes hard i will admit >:3 she seems like she brings people weird trinkets and or dead animals to show affection

sometime soon yall will get to hear ab my asgardian biology hcs cause i have a lot to say ab them >:3

and yeah that‘s how anon tagging works, you sorta just say „hey this is mine now“ :D

[loves1ckmoth]

LOYAL SERVANT

Cassandra Kiramman x Servant!Reader

Warnings ♡: fem!reader, they kiss, probably ooc, reader helps her change and puts makeup on her, reader refers to her as mistress, petnames used by Cassandra (darling, my girl, doll, dearest), implied relationship/intimacy

Word count ♡: 643

“Darling, would you mind getting my dress for the night?” Cassandra’s voice is soft as she speaks to you. “Yes, Mistress.” You say softly in response. Her dress for tonight is a gorgeous blue, displaying her family colors. She stands in front of the mirror, pulling at and inspecting her skin.

Once you’re behind her smiles and turns to face you. “Perfect. Help me put it on, will you?” She says as she begins to remove her clothes. You look away, feeling a flush creep up your neck. No matter how many times you help her with her clothes, it’s still embarrassing to see her like this.

You help slip her dress over her head, gently pulling it down her body until it sits properly on her. “It’s not as snug as I’d like it to be, but it fits fine, " she says, smoothing it out as you zip up the back.

She goes to sit over at her vanity once everything is in place on her dress, and like an obedient puppy, you follow her over. The light from the open curtains and evening sun allows enough lighting without having to use the built-in ones on her vanity.

“I think tonight we’ll just do a little blue on the lids and some rouge on the lips and cheeks.” She says softly as you pull out the brushes. She turns in her chair to face you as you apply her makeup. It’s intimate, and her teasing stares don’t help. “You’re flushed, my girl. Embarrassed after all this time? After everything we’ve done together? Don’t be.”

Your blush gets even worse and she smiles deviously. “Poor girl… Would a kiss make you feel better?” She goads you, leaning forward into you. Her lips are soft from her lipstick as they brush against yours, and even softer when she presses them into yours. They beckon you closer and the whimper that builds up in your throat is hard to conceal.

When she pulls away, she smiles even wider. “Come on, you’ve still got work to do.” You try to refocus and help her finish her makeup, but it’s still hard to not linger on her featherlight touches and sly smirks. “Your makeup is done, mistress.”

She hums smoothly and turns to look at herself. “Perfect. You’ve outdone yourself this time. Surprising especially with how distracted you were.” You nod and help her stand. “You still need some jewelry.” You murmur while digging through the drawers of her vanity to find something suiting for her attire. You gingerly pull out a pearl necklace and chandelier earrings. She nods in approval and raises her head to make it easier to put the jewelry on her.

“Doll, you’ve outdone yourself this time.” She says as she gazes in the mirror and pulls on her heels. “You’ll keep the house safe while I’m away, won’t you?” You nod. You remember all the rules. Don’t answer the door for anyone but her, continue your daily tasks until she comes home, and stay out of the bedrooms for privacy purposes.

As she's heading out the door, the small hole in your uniform catches on the door handle and she frowns. “Your uniform is so old and tattered. We must get you a new one.” She looks you over and takes the material in her own hands.

“Such a horrible texture as well. Can’t be easy to work when you’re so itchy and uncomfortable. I’ll have a new one made for you by tomorrow, dearest. Until then, keep watch of the house. I’ll be back before midnight. Be good.” She kisses you goodbye and shuts the front doors. Your hands lie against your front, and a strange feeling of sadness fills you as the silence of the empty house continually imposes upon you. But you trust she’ll be home when she promised.

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