#he cant bite punch or kick them

[ghost-clowns]

Ethory week: Day 7! Ghost hunting!

[gomacave]

Hc that wolf's blade gets really hot when he fights

[darnell-la]

I NEED A SMUT ONE SHOT OF THIS LOGAN I CANT FIND ANY

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗘

pairing: mob boss! Wolverine x mutant!reader

summary: After getting mutant powers, Wade and y/n thought they could save the city from gangsters to be recruited as an avenger. They soon find out that the boss of all the gangsters in the city is a variant who slipped his way into their universe. A new Wolverine, but the worst of them all.

warnings: blood, possessive, animalistic, neck biting, marking, tasting, smut, etc.

note: Logan can't ignore a woman who's just like him.

please message and request us for more of this variant!

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How do you guys feel about a x men story with reader? Logan being rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again, because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It’ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!

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“How about we shut the fuck up so we can make it out of here alive, hm?” Y/n asked Wade who kept whispering over to her that he swore he knew the man sitting in the chair.

“How would you possibly know a mob boss Wade?” She annoyingly asked, thinking he was joking as usual, but after she turned to look at Wade, she noticed how serious he was.

“That’s the fuckin’ Wolverine,” Wade gasped, noticing the man’s muscles and body structure as well as his hair that stayed up perfectly. Wade was a fanboy and knew from the comics, this had to be a variant of him.

“C’mon, y/n! We’ve had too much shit happen for you to not at least think. Look at him! The man looks exactly like him!” Wade said, as y/n shook her head. Sometimes she regretted teaming up with Wade. This was one of the times.

“God fuckin’ damn, do I have to prove myself every time I say something!?” Wade said before dropping down to the floor and kicking up into the man’s face.

As the man holding Y/n loosened his grip from the unexpected fight with Wade, y/n turned around, elbowing the man in his face, causing him to knock out next to the other man.

“Mister Howlett, I’ve been waiting my whole life to meet you-“ Wade said as he walked towards the man who was still facing the pool table. Before Wade could finish his sentence, the man brought out his claws and stabbed Wade in his face.

Y/n gasped loudly as the man pulled back and Wade fell to the ground, groaning in minimal pain.

Y/n charged at the man, hoping he’d stay faced forward so she could end him, but he got up and grabbed Y/n. All in a swift motion, the man turned her around and slammed her on the table, one hand around her neck as the other brought out his claws and strapped her in the gut.

Y/n yelled, feeling the sharp pain, but it quickly went away. Y/n breathed heavily as she looked up, about to throw a punch, but she froze.

“Holy shit,” she said, seeing rare eyes looking down at her. “Told you!” Wade jumped up onto his feet before a few bodyguards pulled him back.

“H-How?” She asked as the man dug deeper into her stomach with a head tilt. The last time he checked, he was the only one to regenerate. How come a man in a red onesie and a pretty young lady he’s never seen before, can do the same as him.

“Take the man to the basement, and her — Get her cleaned and dressed to my liking,”

Y/n looked at the man, confused as well as Wade. “Hey, wait! We need to talk!” Wade yelled as the men dragged him away. “Don’t worry — We will,” Logan said as he removed his claws from y/n, eyes still burned into her.

Y/n stayed still, looking up at the man she knew was dangerous. He looked dangerously and anyone who knew who Wolverine was, would know he was.

“Fascinating,” the man said as he lifted y/n’s tight shirt up, grazing across her wound that healed in seconds. Logan quickly stepped back and snapped his fingers.

Y/n leaned up, getting ready to fight anyone that came near, but she failed as four men grabbed her. Y/n yelped after a sharp pain stuck in her neck. Before she could say anything, she fell out.

Y/m had woken up thirty minutes ago, cleaned, and dressed in some skin-tight silky dress. She had no idea what was going ok and why she had red bottom heels on.

She stayed seated on the bed in the huge room she was locked in before the door finally opened. “Said, I can handle her, alright? Stop fuckin’ buggin’ me, Bub,” Logan said before shutting the door behind him with a sigh.

“Where’s Wade?” Y/n asked after seeing blood stains on the man’s white suit. “Being held,” he replied as he made his way over to the bed she was on. The young lady crawled back onto the bed until her head hit the headboard.

“Let us go, and we’ll let you love — For now,” she added, making the man chuckle. “You can’t handle me just because you can regenerate, Bub,” Logan said, now standing on the bed.

“Your little partner told me what you were up to. You thought you could kill me? Serious, y/n?“ the man said, making her heart drop. He knew her name. Fuckin’ Wade…

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you. You’ve got me all wrong,” the man said as he reached out to her. The girl flinched, not knowing what he was going to do until his hand softly touched her skin.

“No one knows what I do, so if I tell you this, you’ll have to promise to keep that pretty mouth closed,” he said, taking a look at her lips.

“D-Depends,” she said as his fingers trailed around her leg. “I had been demoted from these bastards wearing helmets. They tried stickin’ me with something, but I took care of it,” Y/n knew what he meant by that.

“Took one of their devices, and got here. Same world but different. Wanna know how?” He asked, hands close to the bottom of her mid-thigh dress. “Why?” She asked low.

“Because pretty girls like you back at home don’t come into my space trying to kill me,” he said, slightly scarring the girl. What did she get herself into?

“But don’t worry, Bub. You thought I was one of them, so I’ll let it slide. I’m not a drug dealer, I’m not a gun dealer, and I don’t kill people unless they demand shit. Usually, they’re bad,”

“Wade isn’t bad, and you stabbed the man,” Y/n said, making the man chuckle. “He was in my face and broke into my home. You gotta understand me on that, princess,” he said, now tracing his hands up her clothed thigh.

“Good, so, now that we’re at some kind of understanding, is like to offer you what I offered your partner,”

“Work with me to keep this place from falling apart. In my last world, I was the bad guy. I was all the things I just told you I’m not. I’ve changed, and I need more people like me to help,”

Y/n was confused at the sudden change in the man. At first, he seemed like he was going to murder her and Wade in the worst way possible, but now, he’s asking for help.

“And if you don’t wanna get your pretty hands dirty, you can just be by my side, lookin’ just like that,” he said, slowly hovering over the girl who didn’t think of pushing him off.

“Hey, your friend’s fine. This isn’t his blood. I know it doesn’t make it better, but just know, the stranger deserved it — Trust me, princess,”

Y/n didn’t know what came over her, but she believed him. Maybe he isn’t bad, and he’s just disguising himself like this to move around the safe.

“You trust me, baby?” He asked as his free hand cupped her chin. “C’mon, Bub — Talk to me,” Logan said as he leaned towards her, lips inches from her. He knew that if she didn’t want him on her, she would’ve done something about it.

“I don’t even know you,” Y/n said, feeling her stomach tingle. How is he doing this to her? “Then let me introduce myself,” the man said before softly attacking her lips, instantly forcing his tongue in her mouth.

Y/n moaned low in between their kiss, hating herself for letting a stranger touch her in any kind of way, but it was hard to push him away. The man was intimidating.

“You don’t understand how good it feels to know there’s someone like me. Especially when they look like you and taste so good,”

Logan hikes the younger lady's dress up until he could fully grab her ass, squeezing until she earned a loud whine. “Soundin’ pretty, Bub,”

Y/n wanted to respond, but the feeling of the man’s teeth softly biting down on her neck stopped her.

Y/n’s hands flew to his shoulders to grip down on as she let out a low whine. The man groaned in her ear before he continued moving his hands down her body.

“Your little friend told me, you and I would get along. He wasn’t wrong, Bub,” the man said as he tugged on his dress pants until his cock fell out, rubbing against y/n’s thigh.

“What did that bastard tell you?” Y/n asked, trying to control her whine as the man kept nibbling on her neck. He was hungry for the young lady and wasn’t afraid to show it.

“Said you’re a hard ass just like me. Can’t listen, do what you want, cuss like a sailor, and need a man to match your energy,”

“Said you’d scare anyone off, but wouldn’t be able to scare me. Seems like you need me as much as I need you,”

Logan pulled Y/n’s panties to the side so he could push at her entrance. “Augh, shit,” the man grunted, feeling the woman grip him instantly.

Y/n’s legs wrapped around the man, tightening to pull him into her so his cock could fill her fast. “Fuck, y/n,” the man was shocked at how much she wanted this too.

“Alright, Bub, I got some rules for ya,” the man said as he leaned up, cock still in her, stroking slowly. “I don’t want you treatin’ no one with respect. You walk around how I dress you, and make it know you’re with me,”

Y/n traced her hands all over the man’s upper body, even his arms as she listened with lustful eyes.

“Gonna need you to stay close to me. Needa keep safe and on my lap, mhkay? Needa keeps my hands on you,” the animal had slipped from Logan. He’d never felt like this before, but the need to claim her all around was no question after he felt her walls clamp onto him.

“All fuckin’ mine, and I know I said Ian a bad guy, but if someone pisses you off or makes you emotional in any kind of way — I swear to god, I’ll separate their head from their body,”

Logan had leaned close to Y/n’s face, allowing her to grab his cheeks and rub at them.

“Need my girl happy. Need her to look good every second of the day. I know you regenerate, but you need me, baby. You need me to protect you from whatever’s out there,”

“Please take care of me,” y/n said, knowing he meant every word he said. He was claiming her now and will claim her any other chance he can.

After she came into his mansion, acting recklessly, he knew he had to keep her in check and close. There are not many people like them, and no one deserves them. No one deserves her. Only he deserves her, and no one can tell him otherwise.

[victorianbatman]

More ATLA/LOK Incorrect quotes

GN reader, unless stated otherwise

Bolin, propping his feet on the table: So, I heard you like bad boys?

Y/n: What? No.

Bolin, taking his feet off the table: Oh thank God, that felt terrible.

-

Lin: Whats this?

Y/n, hugging her: Affection.

Lin: Disgusting.

Lin:…

Lin: Do it again.

-

Bolin: Wow, your legs look amazing in those pants!

Y/n: You should see me without them.

Bolin: Without.. legs?

-

Sokka: What did you make for Y/n?

Zuko, staring at the burnt food: Regret.

-

Korra, holding kettle: Coffee or tea?

Y/n: Tea.

Korra: Wrong! Its coffee.

-

Bolin, talking about y/n: My crush isn’t picking up on any of my hints.

Mako: What hints have you given them?

Bolin: I think about them.. a lot.

Bolin: And sometimes I think about talking to them.

-

Y/n: Mako?

Mako: What?

Y/n: Are you asleep?

Mako: Who the fuck did you think said ‘what’?

-

Y/n, waking up: Am I dead?

[Sees Asami next to them]

Y/n: Is this heaven?

Korra, bangs on door: Open up, fuckers its me Korra

Y/n, tearing up: I always knew I’d end up in hell.

-

Lin: Having trouble figuring out who knows Korra the best?

Asami: Its me!

Bolin: Its me!

Mako: Its me!

Y/n:..

Y/n: It’s probably not me.

-

Y/n: Time for plan G.

Mako: Wait- don’t you mean plan B?

Y/n: No we did plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over C because of some technical difficulties.

Asami: What about plan D?

Y/n: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Bolin: And plan E?

Y/n: Im hoping not to use it, I die in plan E.

Korra: I like plan E.

-

Y/n: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them?

Mako: Well, what do you do?

Y/n: I die? Pfft- What kinda question..

-

Y/n: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and it died.

Y/n: Then I started thinking. It was just trying to get food.

Y/n: Like, what if I went to the fridge to get something to eat and it slammed the door on me and broke my neck?

Y/n: Howw would I feel?

Mako: Are you ok?

-

Bolin: What does ‘take out’ mean?

Mako: Food.

Asami: Dating.

Korra: Murder.

Y/n: IT COULD MEAN ALL THREE IF YOURE NOT A FUCKING COWARD!

-

Korra: You’re a little obsessed with yourself aren’t you?

Y/n: Well if im not who else is gonna be?

-

[Y/n, throws bread at turtleducks]

Y/n: Do not forget this act of altruism. If I am ever in trouble, I expect you and your brethren to come to my aid. Do not forget.

-

Y/n: You’re the love of my life, I’d do anything for you.

Asami: I want you to take care of yourself and get enough sleep.

Y/n: Absolutely not.

-

Asami: My boyfriend is too tall to kiss, what should I do?

Korra: Punch him in the gut, then when he leans down kiss him.

Bolin: Tackle him

Y/n: Dump him, be with me.

Lin, passing by: Kick him in the shin.

Mako: Please don’t do any of those.

-

[Korra, sneaks into house at 2 am]

Mako, turns in swivel chair: Care to explain where you were?

Korra: Uhh.. I was out with Y/n.

Y/n, also turns around in another swivel chair: Care to- [chair wont stop turning] Mako- I cant stop the chair-

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Bolin, after making Y/n mad: You wont hit me, I have witnesses.

Y/n: Mako. Asami. Turn around.

[Both Mako and Asmai turn around]

Bolin, scared: M-Mako? Asami?

-

Y/n: So whats Zukos type?

Sokka: Y/c eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humour, turtleduck lover.

Y/n: Damn, sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends though.

Sokka: Did I mention oblivious?

Y/n: Yeah why?

Sokka: Just making sure.

[forlorn-crows]

𝑺𝒐𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔

Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Rain/Dew, Swiss/Aurora Words: 2625 Tags: voyeurism, exposition, humiliation kink, vaginal fingering, anal sex, transmasc Rain, transfemme Aurora, cum eating, squirting, thigh fucking, oral sex, choking, vaginal penetration.

Summary: The multi ghoul’s next moan is sinful; it’s a zing of hot arousal right to his cunt, and Rain barely has time to sink down to his knees before a warm body presses against his back, the culprit wrapping an arm around his waist and slapping a hand over his mouth. 

Note: transfemme!Aurora (cock/dick used for her anatomy); transmasc!Rain (cock/dick/clit/cunt/folds used for his anatomy). beta'd by @miasmaghoul.

happy belated birthday, @st-danger!

Read it on AO3, or below the cut:

He’s had his hand down his pants the minute he heard them kissing.

The scene that plays out before him is too electric, too good to resist. It’s late, but curiosity got the best of him. He had to get up. He had to look. And he can’t stop now, fully slick and throbbing between his fingers as he is. 

“Swiss . . . aah . . .fuck, baby . . .” Aurora’s voice carries across the hall as Swiss takes her from behind. Big hands wrapping tight around her hips and slamming her ass back on every thrust. 

Propped up on the outside of his own doorway, he can see straight through the crack into Swiss’ room. Instead of fucking on the bed, he’s got her bent over the desk perpendicular to the window—no doubt they’re hitting against the shared wall to Aeon’s room. Rain rubs himself a little faster at the thought of him also getting off to it, sleep pants pushed under his balls as he thrusts into his own fists. Maybe he’s hoping they don’t hear him. He bites back a moan at the mental image. 

“ . . . good for me . . .fuckin’ look at you . . . pretty taking my cock . . . '' Swiss' voice has that irresistible raspy tone to it and a lilt that never fails to make Rain’s knees wobble. He can hear how fast she’s pulling at her little cock, how fast Swiss pounds into her. Skin slapping harshly against skin. Through the tiny crack in the door, Rain can see the skirt of her lingerie hiked high on her hips, his sliver of view going from baby pink to ashen skin and back again.  

“Right there, fuck me, baby . . .” Aurora’s whines, high-pitched and giggly. Every night she’s with Swiss is a treat, and every sweet noise that he wrings out of her is a kick to Rain’s gut. A series of staccato ah-ah-ah’s punched from her throat each time Swiss’ hips meet her ass, decadent and reedy and as perfect as a porn star. 

The multi ghoul’s next moan is sinful; it’s a zing of hot arousal right to his cunt, and Rain barely has time to sink down to his knees before a warm body presses against his back, the culprit wrapping an arm around his waist and slapping a hand over his mouth. 

“Mmpf—” Rain staggers, hand faltering over his dick.

“What do we have here, starfish?” Dew purrs quietly into his ear. “Playin’ naughty voyeur tonight?” 

Rain tries to say something, play the game of defending himself, but it’s no use behind Dew’s firm hand. 

The fire ghoul laughs quietly. He peeks over Rain’s shoulder to see what he sees. “Jealous you’re not his princess tonight?”

Rain’s reminded of their positions onstage, the way Dew will hiss diabolical things into his ear with his hand around his neck, just to get him slick in his compression shorts. Far too often has he imagined him going further: unzipping his stage pants and slicing through his underlayers to expose him behind the body of his bass. Canting his hips against his ass so his clit would rub against the lacquered surface. He’d plea for him to stop, yet simultaneously lean into Dew’s fingers if they traveled down. It would be a lie to insist he wouldn’t love the rush of shame from being shown off—exposed—to thousands of people. 

The prospect of only two people seeing him is arousing enough.

He wriggles in Dew’s grasp now, barely containing a whimper and shaking his head in a poor excuse for a protest. 

“Get off on this, don’t you? Bet you’re dripping for it.” Rain shakes his head again, even though the wetness around his fingers agrees with him. Dew sucks his teeth and dips the arm around his middle lower down. “You sure about that?” Testing. Teasing. 

Dew meets his fingers between his folds, and Rain has to fight his eyes from rolling back at the touch of his hot fingers. 

“Hu–uh,” he mumbles behind his hand. 

“Shhhh. Wouldn’t want them to hear us, would you?” Dew’s breath makes his ear twitch. His little cock twitches too, right under Dew’s palm. His body always gives everything away. 

The fire ghoul huffs a laugh. “You’d love to get caught,” he whispers. His fingers start to move, dipping down to his entrance and back up again—slow, steady strokes that make Rain sigh heavily through his nose. “What would Swiss say if he caught you spying on him? Do you think he’d punish you? Make you watch him fuck Rora ‘til she screams?” 

As if on cue, Aurora cries out behind the door: “Faster—fuck, faster, baby . . .” The desk knocks louder against the wall, picking up speed. Rain digs his nails into Dew’s arm and groans. Not-so-silently begging him to go faster, too. His other hand hovers dumbly over his dick, fingers brushing against the back of Dew’s hand each time it comes up to stroke him. 

“Can feel how much you want it,” Dew breathes over his gills, causing a hard shudder to run all the way down to the tips of his toes. “Yeah? Tell me how bad.”

The fire ghoul removes his hand from his mouth, and Rain’s neck cranes back stiffly with how much effort it takes to stay quiet. Tendons ramrod straight and straining. Dew only lets him catch his breath for a few seconds before his hand drops down to his chest, kneading at one of his tits through his thin t-shirt. Making him breath a shaky sigh. Working it until the nipple pebbles and goosebumps run down his biceps. Rain gets lost in it—lost in the slide of Dew’s slick fingers over his dick and the heat over each of his tits. Lost in how Dew huffs against the webbing of his ear and presses himself to Rain’s back. Despite his smaller stature, he’s engulfed by his heat; so much so that his brain goes fuzzy and he nearly forgets where he is. A moan hovers behind his teeth, and he’s about to let it slip from his lips—like the saliva starting to escape from the corner of his mouth—when the sound of Swiss’ palm smacking Aurora’s ass pulls him from his stupor.  

Dew’s question dissolves from Rain’s mind, evaporating into the ether with the last of his self-control. 

His body language was certainly enough of an answer, but still Dew tuts. “Useless.”

“Gorgeous,” Swiss purrs instead. “That’s it, show it off for me . . .” He watches him grab the band of Aurora’s bra and push her chest down to the top of the desk, forcing her back into a sharp arch. Little tummy covered by the front of her skirt. Her hole is tight around his cock, cheeks red and raw where he spanked them. And behind her, Swiss is so big. Easily twice her width and making sure she knows it.

“Could look at that all day, couldn’t you?” Dew teases. “Wish it were you bent over that desk instead, so I could watch Swiss shove that big cock into this tight little hole.” 

“F-fuck,” Rain gasps. 

Dew hums, barely above a whisper. Takes the hand on his tit and slides it down his spine, dipping past the waistband of his boxers and slipping his fingers between his cheeks. He can’t help but clench at nothing as his fingers go down, down, down. Rain has to grip the doorframe when he finally presses against his hole, mouth dropping open in a silent cry. He’s wet there, too; he can’t help it. Dew knows more than anyone how fast he can soak through a garment, how slick he can keep anything he lets inside. Rain feels a gush of it dribble past both sets of digits, scenting the air around them with saltiness and desperation. 

“Fuck, could take you just like this,” the fire ghoul breathes. He may grind against the back of his own hand, but Rain can feel that he’s hard just by the heat that seeps through to his skin. “Turn you into the show.” 

It’s the first thing Dew says that gets a real sound out of him—high and quiet in the back of his throat, but a moan nonetheless. A victory for the fire ghoul, a surrender for himself.

It’s been a while since Dew’s had him like this: wet, whimpering, knees jelly-like at every word he utters. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t like him pressed up against his back, touching him in all the right ways to get him to out himself to his unknowing audience. It’s the best part of watching for Rain anyway—the risk. The feeling that secretly, maybe the ones that he watches know he’s watching. Think he’s pathetic or pervy for looking when he’s not supposed to. Those nerves, that chance he’ll get a sick curl of embarrassment from being caught, are what gets him off. 

Now is no different; he thinks he catches Swiss’ eyes as he tosses his head back, and his stomach swoops. Shame and anxiety shoot straight to his cock, and his hips stutter against Dew’s hand. Knowing every movement brings him closer to echoing his pleasure down the hallway. 

And fuck, he wants it bad.

“Dew.” The water ghoul turns his head and breathes his name into his temple. Pleading. Dew tucks his face into the crook of his neck, proud nose pressed to the delicate gill fins. He hums into them so the vibrations go right down to his dick, then flicks across the head of it just to be a bastard. 

Across the hall, Swiss groans that he’s cumming. Fuck, Rora, take it, can’t stop. He buries himself in her body, grunting as he spasms through his release. 

“. . . baby, fill me up, yes!”

Dew circles his rim with the pad of his finger, simultaneously taking his cock in a loose grip between his fingers and jerking him in earnest. “Gonna spill too?” 

Rain bites back a curse. Bucks into his fingers. “Take—fff–fuck, take it out.” He can feel the smirk against his shoulder as Dew shakes his head. 

“What, this?” Dew takes his hand out of Rain’s boxers and replaces the pressure with the clothed ridge of his dick. Placing his palm over the water ghoul’s stomach and sandwiching their hips together. He grinds, and Rain can feel every inch of it. The arm around him keeps him from hitting the floor when his knees buckle.

“Want it,” he pleads dumbly. “Make—make me—”

Dew interrupts by shoving his and Rain’s shorts down, freeing his cock and promptly sticking it between his thighs. There’s hardly any friction as he does so, his slender length snuggling perfectly below the water ghoul’s own sex. Hot and hard against his cool and wet. When he looks down, he can just see the rosy head of it poking through his folds. Foreskin pulled back and a mix of pre and slick snuggled in the slit. 

Rain has to cover his own mouth then, whining through his nose as he watches Swiss pull out, drop to his knees, and lick his own load out of Aurora’s ass. His clever tongue wastes nothing of his own spend, and the little ghoulette twitches in delight. The shudder that runs through Rain nearly shakes them both, and his cunt clenches hard above Dew’s cock. 

“That’s it,” he grunts, grinding a little. “Cum over it. Want you to soak it before I fuck you.” 

Through the crack in the door, Rain watches Swiss smack Aurora’s ass and usher her to sit on the desk facing him. She’s so pretty in that two piece set. Now that she’s turned around, Rain can see the heart-shaped jewelry running through her nipples poking through the thin lace. Maybe they have jewels on them, too; Rain can’t tell, but they’re nice to look at. She daintily lifts the front of her skirt so the multi ghoul can dive in and swallow her down. Gripping her thighs and hollowing out his cheeks the way she likes. 

“Fuck, yes, baby,” she moans. Her perfectly manicured hand grasps the back of his head, shoving him down even further as she crosses her legs behind his neck. “Suck this pretty cock.” Swiss hums around her, and she tosses her head back in pleasure.

And then. Aurora lifts her head back up. Lidded eyes fixed somewhere over Swiss’ shoulder. Her mouth drops open in a gasp, and then, perfectly through the crack in the door, her and Rain’s eyes meet for one heated, devastating moment. 

Her flushed face instantly lights up. She giggles and bites her lip, tucking the hem of her skirt into its waistband so he can see Swiss’ lips nestle into the neatly-trimmed hair at the base of her cock. 

Aurora winks.

Rain’s cumming before he has time to process it, biting his palm so hard he nearly draws blood from his fangs. Their gaze breaks when his eyes roll back, thighs squeezing around Dew’s cock as he curls in on himself, bucking against his fingers and grinding his ass back against the fire ghoul’s hips. 

“Fuckin’ hells, squeeze it—” the fire ghoul hisses. His hand comes up to his throat, squeezing hard on the arteries. “Come on, soak it—soak my cock.” As if he could stop the gush of slick and fluid that the contractions of his orgasm squeeze out, pouring over Dew’s shaft and soaking into his boxers. There’s enough of it that it runs down the backs of his thighs, heedless to his mental pleas for it to stay contained to his underwear. They’ll smell him now, no doubt. Dew thrusts through it messily. Sounds of Rain’s release and his garbled chokes overly loud and lewd in the silence of the hall. 

Aurora is quick to follow his crest of pleasure, thrusting her little hips against Swiss’ face as she moans so sweetly. The multi ghoul groans deeply as she shoots down his throat. Tiny toes curling into his locs and those sparkly nails digging into the edge of the desk. 

Dew yanks his hand away, and Rain sucks in air like he nearly just drowned.

“Bend over,” Dew pants. He tugs Rain’s hips backwards through the doorway, and the water ghoul has to grab both the door handle and its frame to keep from hitting the floor. “Yeah, like that, lean back—” Dew hinges him at the hips—shoulders in the middle of the doorway and ass into the bedroom—and makes him sink down low enough until his cunt is at a perfect height to stick it in. His legs will start to shake in no time, but Dew’s in charge. So Rain stays standing. 

The fire ghoul steps on the waistband of his boxers to bring them to the floor and expose his drenched cunt, rumbling appreciatively at the way his slick has left wet tracks down his legs. 

“Fuck, you made a mess,” he breathes, tapping his dick against Rain’s hole. “Bet they can smell you all the way over there. How long before they catch this fucked out little princess?” He doesn’t know one of them already has, but Dew slides his dick inside his wet heat before Rain can even think to answer. Hot hands gripping tight on his hips and pelvis slapping wetly against his twitching cheeks. He gives no mercy, thrusting into him hard and fast the first time he bottoms out. 

Rain hangs his head below his shoulders and takes it. He lets a full-body groan tumble from his lips, face growing hot as he’s powerless to resist exposing himself to the others. As if he could even try to hold anything back now. Dew laughs and fucks him, intending to make sure everyone hears his pathetic, embarrassed cries. 

Across the hall, Swiss chuckles.

[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2024 Day 2

Your Fave Relationship

There was not really another option in my mind when I read the prompt for day 2. The world doesn't have enough of bantering Scandinavian guitarists so that's what I'm offering today.

Specifically, I wanted to focus on the enigmatic of their relationship, because they're a couple of weirdos. That I love, of course.

When Skwisgaar walked into the kitchen, he found his own face staring back at him, in the form of a mug. Toki usually had his morning coffee in the skull-shaped mug that had his likeness, this was nothing new. And it certainly was nothing Skwisgaar had to point out. Toki wanted to be him, but who didn’t, really? 

He also did an astounding negative effort to become nothing like Skwisgaar. Not in the parts that mattered, anyway.

“You knows it ams records kings deys todays, rights?” Skwisgaar said, in lieu of a greeting. “Can’ts keeps sayingks you wills practiske laters nows.”

“Oh, shuts up, Skwisgaar.” Toki rolled his eyes with disinterest. He took another and empty eye sockets glared at Skwisgaar. “You don’ts scares me.”

“Yous playingks ams whats scaries.” Skwisgaar blurted with a smirk.

Toki said nothing, but gripped his mug so tightly that the veins on his hands became noticeable. Skwisgaar never really understood why he did that sometimes. 

“Euh…sees you later at the studios…” He awkwardly said, in the manner of a farewell.

–

Skwisgaar watched Toki play the chords he wrote for him in the wrong succession for the upteempth time. “Wrongs!” He yelled, walking up to him. “It ams twos, twos, fours and thens twos agains! How manies times I gotsa tells you this?”

“Dats whats I dones!” Toki defended himself. “I dids two fours and thens-”

“Twos and twos first!” Skwisgaar dragged his hands across his face with exasperation. It had been so long trying to get Toki to record his track that the other three just left to eat. Skwisgaar was angry, starving and most of all in disbelief over Toki’s stupidity. It’s like he got dumber over time. “You know whats? Gives to me de guitar, I does it.”

“Noes!” Toki protectively holding onto his Flying V. “I wants to plays!”

“Toos late ams gonna does it nows!”

“Noes!”

“I wills!” Skwisgaar grabbed onto the lower body of the guitar.

“You cants!” Toki grabbed the neck instead and they started struggling over the instrument. 

“Eugh, just lets goes, Toki!” Skwisgaar said with frustration, pulling from one end of the guitar. 

“You lets goes!” Toki replied, pulling from the other.

“You cants even plays!”

“It ams mine guitars!”

“Whats I can plays betters?!” 

Suddenly, there was a flash and Skwisgaar felt his face impact against solid flesh. It took him a few seconds to realize that Toki had punched him, and in turn he gave him a slap across the face. Soon enough, the attention stopped being on the guitar and on each other instead. The instrument was even propelled to the ground at some point and neither of them reacted to it, too focused on their fight.

When Toki shoved Skwisgaar against the amp wall, he took a false step and fell, but not without bringing Toki down with him. On the floor, the fight resumed, punches and kicks being delivered from both sides. While Skwisgaar had a good time stretching Toki’s cheeks, Toki, the little dildo, dug his fingers into Skwisgaar’s nose. 

“Eughh!!” Skwisgaar yelled and rolled over so he could regain control. Toki, however, was as bad with guitar as he was strong and he pinned Skwisgaar down, looking obnoxiously smug about it. 

And Skwisgaar was not about to have that so he stuck his own digits in Toki’s mouth, wiping that stupid smile off his face. Because Toki was a bit like an animal sometimes, he started chomping down, trying to bite Skwisgaar’s fingers. He narrowly avoided it, though when Toki’s tongue grazed one of his thumbs, Skwisgaar instinctively looked up.

And, even though it was far from being their first rodeo, something felt a little different. Or maybe it was that without the scowl, Skwisgaar’s fingers on Toki’s mouth had another connotation. 

Before he could even begin to think of anything else, he felt a yank coming from his scalp. It took him a few moments to realize that it was Toki pulling from his hair, forcing him to raise his face.

Their eyes met, both of them gasping from the physical effort and Skwisgaar couldn’t help noticing the flush on Toki’s cheeks. Experimentally, rather than pulling his fingers out, he shoved them deeper which made Toki grimace. A harder hair yank followed, and Skwisgaar groaned.

Toki’s eyes widened and Skwisgaar tried to feign dignity, though he was pretty sure his cheeks were betraying him. Finally, it occurred to him that having Toki on top of him wasn’t exactly helping his situation. Trying to move, however, caused the opposite effect as the motion made him grind his hips against Toki’s backside. In turn, Toki continued the friction by spreading his legs to the sides, locking Skwisgaar in his place. But Skwisgaar didn’t like being told what to do, so he lifted his upper body in an attempt to sit up, only for Toki to lean in to force him to back down. 

Stupid Toki, no matter how short the distance between them was becoming, he wasn’t going to just give up. Just because Toki didn’t care about personal space, didn’t mean he was just going to let him win. Just because their faces were so close that he could feel Toki’s breath on him, didn’t mean Skwisgaar was going to let him do what he wanted…

The door suddenly slammed open. “Whet are you two dooshbegs doin’?” Pickles asked, drinking a piña colada from a straw. 

Panicking, they unwrapped from each other and stood up, not really sure how to answer that themselves.

“Skwisgaar ams dildos.” Toki said first, clearing his throat.

“You ams dildos.” Skwisgaar countered, still looking down.

Pickles loudly slurped, more interested in his drink than what they had to say. “Okey, just don’t forget to eat or whatever.” He said and then walked away whistling.

When they were alone again, Skwisgaar side-eyed Toki. “Eugh…does you wants to goes shootingks de guns lators?”

After a moment, Toki shrugged. “Ja, okays. Whatevers.”

“Okeis.” Skwisgaar leaned down to pick the guitar.

“And dens we watch de movies I tells you de other days.” Toki added. 

“Shores.” Skwisgaar said absent-mindedly, staring at the dent at the bottom of the guitar.

“Skwisgaar?”

“Ja?” He turned to Toki.

“I hates you.”

Skwisgaar smirked. “I knows dat.” Toki was heading out when he talked again. “I hates you too.”

“Goods.” Toki didn’t even look back but Skwisgaar knew he was content.

Because he was, too. 

[nasty-quillz]

Aiza/Shin/Han: Enchanted Fleshlight

....I found this in my notebook y'all. I don't remember what I was doing or how it was suppose to end, but I do no it had to be during one of my dark content kicks.

Premise: Y/n and Shinso adopted by Aizawa. Aizawa using Quirked Fleshlight to fuck you in class while you do group work with Sero and Shinso. Pseudo incest and public sex/voyeurism.(Cant remember if I made AU a College or not, but everyone is 18+)

Aizawa Sensei is a bastard. Hundred percent  an absolute bastard.

Because as he sits at his desk, droning on about the day's classwork, you feel the thick head of his dick nudging at your entrance.

He has the nerve to lean his face on one hand as if he’s tired, while the other one is no doubt teasing the enchanted fleshlight you got him, under his desk.

He paired you off for group projects and you remained in your seat, with shaking legs as Hitoshi and Hanta moved to your desk., with their chairs.

“Hey Y/n! You ready for this project,” Hanta asked as he sat in his chair backwards.

“I hope so. If we tank this, Sensei is gonna take it outta my ass in training,” Hitoshi smirks at you as he says it, knowing you’re aware of exactly how.

Just as you go to say you got them, Aizawa chose that moment to push into the gushy hold of the fleshlight, punching the air out of your lungs. Hanta and Hitoshi looked at you, but went back to sketching out ideas.

You tried to give an air of attentiveness, but you look over to where the yellow sleeping bag peaks out behind his desk and gives away nothing. You clenched your jaw at the pleasure of his minute thrusting, pussy spasming around him.

“Fuck.” The whimper is whispered as it drags its way from behind your teeth. Sensei always filled you so good and it made  you adjust yourself in your seat..

You were pulled from your distraction by Hitoshi and Hanta.

“Okay so our Designated villain is… Bakugo.”

You groaned. “Come the fuck on.” 

“Yep,” Hitoshi said, popping the “P”.

“”How the fuck am I meant to paralyze when he moves that fast?!”

Hanta pats your shoulder. “It’s ok, we can take him.”

You nodded, “Okay show me the plan.”

For the next several minutes you fall into your classwork and the thrumming feeling of Aizawa’s become a pleasant background feeling when you’d periodically clench around him. Your panties were soaked and you knew there’d be a wet spot if you stood up.

When Hanta was distracted talking to Hitoshi, you rocked your hips forward in your seat, forcing him deeper into your sloppy hole. Aizawa twitched minutely behind his desk and you bite your lip and exhale through your nose. You thought it went unnoticed, but Hanta turned to look at you.

You okay, Y/n?” 

You opened your mouth to answer, but Hitoshi’s phone went off. You watched as he looked at it and thin purple eyebrows raised to his hairline as he smirked over at you.

It didn’t slip past Hanta. 

“Shinsou, Buddy what’s up?”

Hitoshi started chuckling and you could tell from the look in his eyes you were fucked.

He glances at Hanta, “You wanna have some fun Sero?”

Sero looked at his friend interest piqued. “Yeah?”

Hitoshi looked back at you and Hanta followed.

Without any warning Aizawa started beating your shit up. 

His fist moved the pocket pussy roughly across his dick and the feeling made your eyes cross as your hands scramble to grip onto the desk

You were so wet that you could hear the gooey sound of your pussy in the loud din of talking from the rest of your friends. 

That fact stood for your two friends sitting with you as well, unfortunately.

“Holy shit,” came the lanky boy’s disbelieving whisper.

“How’s Daddy feel, Babygirl,” Hitoshi asked, chuckling at your distressed pleasure.

You glared at him, but it failed when Aizawa hit the spot that made your mouth drop open in a silent moan. “Nii-san, he feels so fucking good,” you whispered, gasping into your hand to muffle it.

Hitoshi looked at Hanta. “Look at my pretty lil’ sister enjoying using her pussy. Bet it’s real slick from getting fucked in front of our whole class.”

You shuddered, hating how your foster brother knew how much of an exhibitionist you were.

“I mean look at Sero. He’s rock hard just watching you fall apart on Daddy’s dick. Bet he’d nut right here if he saw the way it’s hollowing your pussy out. Just slick dripping walls twitching around the fat dripping shape of his dick.”

Hanta groaned, feeling his own dick twitch in his pants. “Fuckin’ Hell, Shinsou.” He pressed the heel of his pal  against his straining erection. “You’re fucking filthy.”

He just grinned that demented smile, as he slipped his hand under the desk. Strong calloused digits ran up bronzed thighs as you spread them.  He slipped them into your soaked panties and slicked his fingers in your mess.

He never took his eyes off of Hanta. “So what do you say, Sero? Don’t you wanna know what she look like creaming on Daddy’s dick.?” 

Just as Hitoshi asked the question, his phone screen lit up with a single word.

Daddy.

Hitoshi answers on his  headphones and listened briefly before taking out one earbud and passing it to Hanta.

The taller young man took it. “H—Hello?”

“Hanta.” Aizawa’s sex voice is something that is long imagined amongst their class in the late hours of the night, but hearing it made him whimper. 

“Yes Sir?”

“You want a taste of my Babygirl, I’ve seen how you look at her..” In the background the slick sound of Aizawa fucking the fake pussy could be heard. It sent a thrill down his spine.

“Watch Hitoshi and I get her off, and You can have all the fun you want.”

Hanta’s breath hitched as he thought of you on your knees in front of him, balls in your mouth and cum on your face.

“Yes Sir.”

“Good boy.”

Hanta’s dick jumped in his pants at the man’s words and his mind reeled with thoughts of getting the man to praise him again.

Shinsou's devious grin interrupted his train of thought.

“Let’s get this show started.”

[pastelearthling65]

Losers club and bowers gang headcanons

has a bit of agere

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Bill denbrough

-a tiny bit nearsighted

-has mild motor tics

-punched a hole in a wall

-got tricked into playing Doki doki literature club and had nightmares

-picks mushrooms but doesnt eat them

-over-prepared

-still draws stick figures

-has had to stop richie from snorting smarties

-hates being alone

-starts decorating for Christmas on November 1st

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Georgie denbrough

-he has eaten crayons and will do it again

-he eats the fudge out of those fudge stripe cookies

-he'a really smart but also kinda stupid

-can do a handstand

-would naruto run in area 51

-he thinks mint chip tastes like toothpaste

-he can't spell Tuesday

-can speak little bit of spanish

-finds brainrot annoying

-bites his nails

-gives people pretty rocks or throws them at people if he hates them

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Mike hanlon

-he likes green tea

-he's a cat person

-cringes at their old pictures

-when he was 3, he drank paint (dont worry he's ok)

-he reads spy x family

-tried to cuss on roblox

-fried food makes him nauseous

-can play a lot of instruments

-likes to draw

-his favorite color is navy blue

-uses 3-in-1 soap

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Ben hanscom

-he's allergic to pistachios

-can write stories quite well

-sings in the shower

-once cried bc someone complimented him

-can run really fast

-has stuffed animals on his bed

-stole mouthwash when he was 5 and still feels bad

-salad fingers traumatized him

-he gives the best hugs

-watches bluey

-scared of kirby

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Beverly marsh

-a demi-girl

-her favorite subject is english

-she likes mandela catalogue

-holds grudges for a long time

-danganronpa fan (she thinks maki is the best character)

-cant spell restaurant

-they sometimes sleeps over with ben

-she like ashnikko

-could kill you in an instant if deserved

-weirdcore fan

-has hello kitty socks and takes one sock full of pennies

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Richie tozier

-watches men's gymnastics

-gets road rage

-tricked bill into playing doki doki literature club

-he set a desk on fire and got away with it

-bullies kids on roblox

-he will go crazy if the time is 12:34 or 4:20

-microwave noodles are his fav

-knows hapkido

-played a cupcakke remix in a school party and got kicked out

-likes the color red

-wonders what would happen if birds had four legs

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Stan uris

-falls for deez nuts jokes every single time

-rides lawn mowers

-has weighted stuffed animals

-he almost died from drinking too much coffee

-cant drive for shit

-unintentionally offends people

-when he was little, he though spaghetti was a plant

-he once stuck gum on someone's purse and felt bad

-the word squeaky makes him laugh

-organized phone

-ruins santa for kids except georgie

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Eddie kaspbrak

-has a sweater he stole got from richie

-has chronic nightmares

-horrible liar

-he always has hand sanitizer on him

-sucks at tongue twisters

-age regressor (2-6)

-likes maretu

-has a secret hatred for his mom

-he's a therian in denial

-loves the smell of grass

★・★・★・★・★・★・★・★・★・★

Henry bowers

-him and his mom used to hang out in the rain

-touch starved

-doesnt own a pair of matching socks

-made DIY brass knuckles

-has internalized homophobia

-he once got hugged and had a breakdown

-age regressor (0-4)

-punched someone for looking like his dad

-could probably kill someone if he wanted

-knows how to get away with murder

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Belch huggins

-scared of wasps

-has a mary sue oc and gets mad when its pointed out

-has been suspended more than once

-his search history is concerning

-he finds otters cute

-calls missing child posters and says "finders keepers"

-has middle school boy humor

-once screamed like an anime girl over being jumpscared

-he's banned in new york

-listens to gwen stefani

-eggs houses in the winter

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Victor criss

-he's trans masc and literally nobody knows

-likes board games (but he's a sore loser so no one plays with him)

-has a diary that he writes with a glittery pen

-canceled on twitter

-can't handle 1 gran of spice

-he got a binder for christmas and was so happy

-has a pet cat named whisker

-doesnt understand how glow in the dark things work

-the song candle queen by ghost and pals makes him think of patrick

-has a pet rock he named "dingus"

-internalized homophobia

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Patrick hockstetter

-banned in multiple places

-a sociopath

-hates on everything

-for some reason he finds beating up people funny

-has been to a psych ward more than once

-bullies kids on roblox

-he's the gay cousin

-he used to bite people

-really good with weapons

-got compared to the onceler and got so pissed

-has an insane pain tolerance

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Candle queen by ghost and pals/gumi

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

depraved toxic brady smut you say?? 👀

😌

(tw: spit, fingering (f recieving), hand job (sort of, b’s gripping his dick), toxic dirty talk)

You whine, your back arched under Brady’s dark gaze. He kneels in between your legs, keeping your thighs spread wide with the bulk of him. His cock bobs between his legs, the head so red it’s almost purple and the length of him so hard it looks painful. He grips himself roughly, hand slick with precum as it works over his erection. The wet glide of his hand fills the room, audible over the rush of blood in your ears.

“Come on, princess,” Brady growls, the sound of his voice making your stomach flip and heart pound in your chest. “Use those hands, want to see the prettiest pussy in the tri-state.”

A hiccuped gasp leaves your throat and you obey, sliding your hands down from where they’d been playing with your nipples at Brady’s previous command. Your skin feels too hot and too tight as you ghost your fingers over your stomach and then down to your cunt, spreading yourself open for Brady’s scrutiny. Everything is wet and slippery, fingers scrabbling for purchase, and the cool air of Brady’s hotel room making you shiver.

“Oh, she’s gorgeous,” Brady chuckles, working his hand over his cock. His hips buck and you pant, desperate for his touch. But you’ve been ordered to keep your mouth shut and take what he gives you and no matter how much you want to reach out and touch him, you know it won’t be worth it. Arousal drips out of your entrance, pooling under your ass and making you squirm. “So fucking wet, so fucking easy for me to slide my cock in.”

You whimper, bending one knee at Brady’s side and opening yourself even wider for him. His teeth glint in the low light of the room and you chance a slip of your fingers over your folds, knowing you can blame it on the absolute waterfall between your legs. Brady’s cock is steadily leaking and the drip over his fingers is making your mouth water, your thighs tremble.

“Gonna beg for it, princess?” He asks, following your gaze where it’s trained on the way the head of his cock disappears into his fist. “Such a fucking slut, practically coming just from watching me jack off.” He squeezes his cock and grunts, using his other hand to punch roughly at your inner thigh. You yelp and your fingers fall from your cunt, breath sawing in and out of your lungs as your clit twitches, desperate.

You bite your tongue to keep the pleas inside and Brady’s fingers slide up and flick at your clit, startling a sharp, cut-off shriek from your lips. “Told you I wanted to see you,” he grunts, spreading your folds open with two thick fingers. “Keep her on display for me.”

Your head bobbles a nod, Brady’s fingers so much better than your own. You’re dripping around him, a slick slide of him to play with. Brady’s jaw works, his hand pausing over his cock, the red tip of it visible over the stranglehold of his fist. You cant your hips up and he grins, leaning down and, without warning, spitting directly onto your clit.

A shocked yelp drops your jaw, the warm, wet glob of his spit dripping down into your cunt and mixing with your own arousal. Your gaze snaps up to his face, but he’s looking down at your cunt, watching the slow drip over his fingers.

“Br-“ You start, cut off when he does it again, your hips twitching when the second glob of spit lands just where the first did.

“Said I didn’t want to hear you talk,” Brady snaps, pinching harshly at your clit. You whine and his fingers plunge into you without warning, buried to the second knuckle easily. Air punches out of your lungs and you kick your feet out, grinding your hips over his hand. He pumps his fingers once, twice, three times before withdrawing them just as quickly and leaving you hanging on the precipice of an orgasm.

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Indigo’s kids are stinkin’ adorable!

Could we have more facts about them?

Ahhhhhh i wanted to draw this but my motives TANKED so here are some itty bitty facts about all the kiddos!

Coral- Togepi Fusion (He/him)

-Middle Child! He was the 2nd one out of the shell and the second one to open his eyes!

-Biggest of the trio! Slightly larger than average in comparison but huge against his siblings.

- Anxiety, He's picked up on his father's danger sense, but because he's a Togepi fusion it doesnt work properly. As a Togekiss he gets a better handle on it.

- Constantly afraid he's doing something wrong, even if he ISNT doing anything wrong.

- Perfectionist, if one thing is out of place and he cant fix it, he will flop onto the floor and cry.

-An absolute Daddy's boy. All three of his dad's are very aware that he needs a lot of attention and love, and if something goes wrong, Coral is the snitch (anxiety helps them, not so much Coral)

-Indigo's nickname for him is Coco because "You're so sweet baby." and Coco wears it like a medal.

Rose, Happiny Fusion (He/They)

-The Baby of the trio! Can't get away with anything even if he is the youngest.

- Has constant nightmares, it's his premonition senses going off but warped beyond recognition. He never gets a handle on this, but his nightmares slow down.

-Can't sleep alone. Even as a fully grown Blissey. He wanrs to sleep wih Dad and no one is gonna stop him!

- Has no sense of taste. Constantly eating everything and anything he can get his hands on.

-Is the most romantically inclined of his siblings, but uses this force to try and match his siblings up with others as they grow.

-Is also the only one that can take hits like a tank. He's not good at dishing out pain but that's okay cause his siblings take that over.

-They also know the most healing moves of the entire family, surpassing even Indigo whose a paranoid nut.

-A little gremlin through and through, constantly causing trouble because no one would ever believe its him (too bad his older brother is a SNITCH)

-Has once trapped both his siblings in a box because he was mad.

-Rose's nickname is Rosebud because they will ALWAYS be Indigo's baby. Even when he's fully grown.

Punch, Buneary Fusion - (They/them)

-Punch is the oldest. First out and ifrst to open his eyes.

-Baby is the fluffiest of his family and needs to be sheared to avoid getting overheated. Indigo uses the wool to knit sweaters and toys for the kids. Punch is always so happy.

-They're also the one that takes pkaytime waaaaay too seriously.

-Indigo once handed them a buneary plush and Punch froze.

"What's the matter Pun?"

"Daddy, i cant be a parent, im only 2."

-Yeah, Punch is the one to constantly have Indigo keeling over laughing because their statements are so OUTRAGEOUS its too funny to NOT laugh.

-It is also the reason their nickname is Pun, little bap is too naturally funny.

-They are also the one to fight the Eevee pups CONSTANTLY.

-The Eevee's all know bite, and that hurts for Punch constantly.

-Doesnt stop them from trying to win.

-They have also fought the Pichu and Pikachu pinkies and often goes so far to try and beat up fully grown pokemon.

-When they loose, they wail to dad because "THEY BIT ME!"

"Yeah Pun, that's what happens when you pick a fight."

-Despite their name, Punch's kicks are POWERFUL

-They can knock out an unsuspecting person if Punch is mad enough.

-When they grow though, their punches WILL match the prowress of their legs.

-Very much a Glass Canon, cannot take a hit for the life of them but MAN does it hurt when they hit.

[rjschoicesstuff]

For Rippy and Eli:

Gluttony: 1

Greed: 4

Wrath: 1 & 2

Pride: 2

Sloth: 1

Envy: 3

Lust: 6, 7, 9

Thankuuu

Link to the game

I didn't read this over so it might b messy

Gluttony

What could your muse eat all the time without ever getting tired of it?

Ripley: Bleoood :3 but regarding human food I think she'd have such a hard time picking one thing because there's a lot of food she really Loves. I think something like fries with spareribs or drumsticks, she really likes meat that she can gnaw off the bone.

Eli: Blueberries and raspberries. I think he really likes sweet fruit in general.

Greed

Is money important to your muse? why or why not?

Ripley: Yes because she gets a kick out of buying presents for people and just in general because a lot of fun things cost money.

Eli: Only in a way of like I need to have enough money to come by and then a little more for extra stuff. Tho nowadays that's just not something he has to think about anymore, I imagine.

Wrath

Does your muse like to get revenge on those they feel have wronged them?

Ripley: Not really 'like' but when angered she might resort to it, like really feeling the need to punish people for bad deeds.

Eli: Generally no but I can think of exceptions though, like if he gets really into the mindset of 'it's over, something really important has been ruined/taken away from me' etc. Idk I can't find the words hddhdh like desperation I guess.

How does your muse handle anger? do they have anger issues? how do they manage or vent their anger?

trigger warning for self harm in Ripley's part at the end

Ripley: I think it depends a lot on a bubch of factors like is she mad at herself or someone else and who is she mad at, how serious is it, how mad is she, is it pre- or or post being turned.

Like I think in general she'll just be pissed and let herself feel that. Maybe cuss out whoever made her mad. Pace around angrily.

I think when she was still human whenever she'd get really really mad she'd just be crying, punching a pillow. The times she got mad and attacked her bullies it's that kind of anger where it just makes u dizzy and like ur out of ur body for a second, like something else kicks you out and takes over for a second.

As a vampire she's so aware of how much destruction she can cause and due to that she's likely to isolate herself before it can get out of hand and hurt herself instead, scratching and biting herself, punching herself, bending her fingers over etc.

Eli: Not a very angry person in general but he can get especially pissed when someone really pushes his buttons and especially with book 1 Kieran at times he'd act up due to it (think about that scene where he dresses her and she ends up hurting him because he's acting up). Other times he'd prefer either just being alone for a bit and cool down, maybe have a good cry. Or vent to someone else.

Pride

In what areas might your muse be a little overconfident? are they overconfident in the sense that they don't have the skills to back it up, or in the sense that they do have the skills but they are obnoxious in their confidence?

Ripley: idk if it's really overconfidence, probably more just not thinking. But at times she can jump into something and get hurt or mess up because she does not have the skills lol.

Eli: I don't think so like he dislikes embarassing himself and as a way to avoid that he's more likely to doubt himself even when he has the skills to do something.

Envy

Does your muse compare themselves to others often? if so, how does it affect them?

Ripley: I don't think she really does often, or at least I cant think of an instance rn, like she's more likely to just be really impressed by others.

Eli: I think at times he compares himself to the fae and just feels really unremarkable I guess, though in general he tries to feel proud of who and what he is and surviving in their world.

Lust

Does your muse have high, medium, or low libido?

Ripley: On the low side I think

Eli: medium

Is sex compatibility a dealbreaker for your muse in a relationship? why or why not?

Ripley: No I don't think she really cares that much about sex or at least doesn't view it as a must in a relationship, like sex and romance are separate things for her. Of course it's fun but she wouldn't care if she doesn't do that with her partners

Eli: To some degree yes, like I don't think he could be with someone who really needs to do it a certain way without being open to trying something else for him, if they don't already match on that front. And vice versa he does the same back.

This might be super not fitting cuz like I never bought a sex scene in TCH lol, but he could not be with someone who would never let him take up a more dominant role in bed.

What was your muse's first time having sex like? who was it with, why did they choose that person, where did it take place, how old were they, and what happened?

Ripley: talked about here

Eli: I think he was like 17 with some girl who'd been eyeing him for a while and he wasn't super into her but she was nice enough and he didn't get that kinda attention very often so he took his chance lol. I think he had a cry afterwards and she stopped talking to him and he spent the like next few months terrified she'd be pregnant and he'd be forced to marry her and his life would be OVER!! and then he was too scared to fuck until he was like 21 and then he took the leap again because he was done being a big COWARD + rly rllylyyyy horny.

[rasb3rryl0ver]

~All Tied Up~Joesph Joestar

•joesph ties up an enemy stand user and it goes somewhere unexpected!

(ik the stands have names i didnt feel like making one up so i just used the name of a tarot card)

you had attacked the older joestar man in the hotel he and his friends had been staying at in singapore. he was alone in his hotel room and dio had encouraged you to go and attack them today.

you hid in the closet before beginning your attack on joesph. you quietly stepped out while his back was turned, using your stand the strength card you pushed joesph down on the bed throwing a punch at the older man. your punch didnt land as it was stopped by hermit purple, joesphs purple vines wrap around your wrist pulling your fist back.

he brings his leg up kicking you away from him, your fall on the ground with a loud thud.

he stands over you. before you can attack again he uses his stand wrapping vines all around your body allowing no movements. he kneels down infront of you getting to your level.

“its gonna be hard killing such a pretty stand user”. joesph says with a sigh as his hand grabs your chin turning your face to meet his. he smirks at you lustfully. “your working for dio?” he questions you. “dio has promised me many luxuries and other great things for my help on his mission” you say back.

“you wouldn’t mind helping me with something dio cant give to you, yea?” joesph asks as he stands over you again. his cock strains against his tight pants, begging for release. he looks down smirking at you waiting for a reply.

you look up at his lustfully smiling all pretty for the older man. “of course id like to help you” you say eagerly. you squeeze your thighs together as you stare up at him, hes palming the large bulge in his pants over you letting out a grunt. “get up, on your knees sweetheart” he tells you commandingly.

you lift yourself onto your knees, your face inches away from the growing bulge in his pants. he stops palming himself and undoes his belt and pants, pulling out his cock and stroking it over your pretty little face. he then grabs the back of your hair roughly pulling your head back making you look up at him. joesph bends down just a bit bringing his face closer to yours.

“open your mouth baby”. his other hand rested on the side of your face, his thumb on your bottom lip. you bring his thumb into your mouth sucking it before opening your mouth. he uses his thumb to drag your bottom lip down a bit as he looks at you sweetly before he spits in your mouth. you accept it happily taking his spit in your mouth. he pulls your head close to the tip of his cock allowing you to kiss his tip. you lick him from his fat balls all the way up to his tip, you then take his tip in your mouth swirling your tongue around it and sucking. joesph lets out a wimper as he bites his lip hard. you relese his cock from your mouth as you gather more spit in your mouth, he watches you intently as you spit on his cock watching it slide down his length.

“come on princess you can do better than this” joesph says before tightening his grip in your hair and bringing your mouth to him, he pushes your mouth down on his cock harshly making you take it all at once. his cock hits the back of your throat making you gag before you begin to suck hollowing your cheeks. you then start bobbing your head up and down his cock, his hand still in your hair guiding you on his length. he begins to speed up his pace a bit grunting before he throws his head back with a moan. he pulls your lips off his cock holding your head back to look up at him.

“your doing so well for me pretty girl, but how about we take this onto that bed” he says to you before picking you up harshly, his big hands around your waist. he then throws you onto the bed causing you to land on your stomach. joesph runs a finger up your thigh stopping before reaching your butt. then you feel a hard smack on your ass, you let out a moan as he grabs your ass after squeezing it with his big rough hand. “you ready for this sweet girl? i need you to use your words for me” joesph says to you his hand had been replaced onto your clothed cunt rubbing you through the fabric of your shorts making you bite your lip. “yes” you wimper. “please make me feel good, daddy” you moan out at him.

he raises an eyebrow at your words before flipping you over on you back so that you can look up at him. he releases his vines from around you so that he can take your shirt off, he lifts it over your head then throws it onto the floor. he moves hermit purples vines to just your wrists, wrapping it around them tightly above your head. he leans down bringing his face to yours leaving a soft kiss on your lips before bringing his face down to your pussy. he smiles up at you as he slides your shorts off.

“you have such a pretty pussy baby, just let daddy take care of you. ill please you so well sweetheart” joesph says as he looks up at you lustfully before he dives into your dripping cunt. he starts by taking your clit in his mouth sucking it hard, he then releases your clit with a pop. after this he licks a stripe up your exposed pussy before putting one of his large fingers in you, moving it in and out allowing you to get wetter before adding another. he stretches you out on his fingers spreading them apart inside your pussy then fucking them in and out of you. you moan at his actions and begin to try and fuck yourself on his fingers, needing him deeper. he pulls his fingers from your cunt before landing a harsh slap on your pussy, “hold still and take what i give you, stop acting like a slut. be patient princess”. joesph says sternly. you moan loudly as he smacks your pussy again before fucking his fingers back into you, he adds a third finger as he brings his face down to lick circles and suck on your clit. as he speeds up the pace of his fingers your begin to squirm and move your hips as you moan louder. with his other hand he grabs your hip tightly holding you down, with his other hand inside you he picks up his pace again fucking his fingers into you hard hitting all the right spots.

“im close” your moan out. joesph picks up his pace fucking your pussy with his tongue as he hears those words come from your mouth along with your beautiful moans and wimpers. he continues fucking his fingers into you, stretching you out for him. before long your cumming on this hand, as you start to feel your release wash over you liquid bursts out from your pussy all onto joesphs face. he looks pleased with this as he licks and sucks up all the juices you released happily. after your done and hes lapped up all your juices he brings his face from your pussy up to your lips placing a kiss on your mouth, he slides his tongue in past your lips entangling it with yours allowing you to taste yourself from his mouth.

“you tase so sweet” joesph groans out. he then lifts himself off you for a moment and takes off his shirt revealing his strong body, after his shirt he takes off his pants and boxers aswell leaving the two of you completely naked and exposed. He stands over you as you lay on the bed, cock in his hand stroking himself as he looks down at you. "You ready for me pretty girl"? he asks lustfully. "yes daddy please fuck me i need you so bad". he smirks down at you, "turn around" he states, and you do so. With no warning he slams his cock into you then pulling out before slamming into you again, you scream loudly as he fucks your cunt. Your squeezing him so tight as he shoves his cock in and out of you bullying his dick into your cunt. You moan at the sound of him fucking you your pussys so wet that he slips out by accident, "shit" he mutters before pounding his cock back into you. "your so tight baby, squeezing me soo fucking good". joesph moans in your ear as he leans into you still fucking your pussy. kisses your cheek before pulling out and flipping you over. His body is flush against yours as he kisses you on the mouth his lips locking with yours. Both of your lips move in sync as he slides his tongue into you mouth before pulling away, he brings his hand to your jaw grabbing onto your face harshly before spitting into your mouth. he them pulls back completely and starts fucking into you again, going as hard as he can pounding into your sopping cunt "im so close pretty" he moans out. You start to feel his thrusts become sloppy before he starts fucking your pussy harder making you cream all over his cock as you moan loudly. Before long joesph cums into your abused cunt then pulls out with a loud sigh.

After fucking joesph you learn more about dio from joesph and even end up joining the crusaders on their mission to defeat dio.

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

The space cowboy au sounds so fun!! Do you maybe have more info about keiths kid? Also im courious, does the Kuron in this au have a diffrent personality than the post s8 guy? Since their backstories and background are so diffrent

Honestly not much, Kid is still in workshop (at the point where i am still calling her 'Kid' instead of finding or even creating an actual name for her). But i still have something-

Kid to me is the kind of personification of the consequences of Keith's avoidant ass just straight up repeatedly abandoning everyone. The way i see it is, even after Zarkon died and Shiro was still there, Keith still went on missions with Blade which meant voltron were still down a paladin and a lion for a number of voltron missions and eventually caused the team to fracture to the point that Lance got so frustrated with others he left for home, and eventually got himself stuck in the cowboy sector. (This is like 5 years after Kid is born but no one knows the existence of Kid)

While he was on missions Keith got close to this one alien (Kid's other parent) until they you know slept together. However after few attacks Keith got paranoid that he's endangering his partner and left without even a goodbye or a letter or knowing he got his partner impregnated. Said partner tried to get into contact with Keith to atleast tell him that hey! You are a father! But eventually gave up on him cause they cant be hung up on him anymore and have a huge responsibility especially considering a war is tearing un the entire fucking universe.

So Kid grew up knowing who her father is and what he is and just absolutely fucking hating him. She saw her parent struggle to try to make ends meet and support both of them while her 'father' is treated as a hero despite him abandoning him and she hates the legacy he left behind. Not to mention galran gene pretty much skipped a generation, so Kid despite only being a quarter Galran looks much more of a human-galran-other alien amalgamation than Keith who looks fully human. This in itself is kind of a problem in the universe where Galran hate half-galrans for being impure and non-Galrans hate half-Galrans for being Galran. So not fun. Especially when you are a dirt poor pair of refugees.

Eventually (and idk maybe something happens to the the Other Parent) she decides that actually? She's going to fight her useless father and either make him pay child support or just straight up kill him. She fully believes that whatever is wrong with her can be fixed if she gets to punch Keith, maybe even kick, maim, and bite him. So she decides to embark on her mission in the name of all the children with deadbeat parents to stab her father with his own knife. She ends up taking the wrong turn and ends up in the cowboy sector (if the other parent is still than it is more like they were on a trip, got themselves stuck and even if fighting Keith isnt a mission, it is something that she is still planning to do when she's older). Here she runs into Lance and is like, "Ok here's my ticket to meet the sperm donor!" And Lance is like "Kid i havent seen Keith in years. Also this sector is pretty much an abandoned death trap. There's no way we'll even be able to get out ever!" But Kid is like "Nuh-uh!" And follows Lance around and also plans to get out of here and gets into every fight possible. And Lance who didnt even believe Kid was Keith's kid (despite her looking like him, including that scowl) and just dealing with years loneliness, depression, and hopelessness is like "Well i cant just leave the kid on her own to deal with all the bullshit." And ends up becoming her father figure.

Regarding Kuron, oh absolutely! A lot of Kuron's anger and personality in post s8 au is because of his trauma, and since this Kuron doesnt go through all of That™, he is mostly a chill dude. I am still debating on whether he knows he is a clone, or gets to know this after he meets Lance (i am leaning towards already knows) but yeah dude is mostly chill and lowkey confused with the entire sector. He was running away from Haggar and an existential crisis and an identity crisis and some other regular bullshit of the yeehaw sector. He feels directionless and aimless given he's not only a science experiment meant to be evil, he's an abandoned science experiment meant to be evil. He doesnt want to be evil, his goal in life is to survive to see the next day, and the next day, and the next, and yeahhhhh he's definitely a bit depressed. But it is Fine! He's Fine! Totally Fine!!! (Lies) Lance was a familiar face and Kid is familiar and funny so he decide to stuck around see where it goes, not expecting to be integrated in highly co-dependent found family and sooner or later having to face all his issues head on. He doesnt hate Shiro but he is also weird about him? Like he doesnt know how he would approach him or if he even would ever get a chance to approach him. So Shiro is pretty much in the backburner along with all his other issues. But yeah i'll say he's very different from ps8!Kuron.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

wip wednesday<3

damn the weeks are going fast.

finally ran out of other writing wips, so heres two chunks of the Conficcare getting the shit beaten outta him fic<3 ft him using his stand to make a guy punch themselves in the face.

warnings for: bad medical/latin joke, mild violence, swearing, description of celia kicking the shit out of someone in the past, and adhd run on sentences. [btw muro is celias other name/alterego]

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“The fuck you smiling at?” He has to try so hard to avoid rolling his eyes, the words echoing through his memories, though most of those memories consisted of harder and tougher wankers than this shite for brains in front of him.

Gravel bites at his back, piercing thin fabric, embedding itself and scraping as he's shoved against the alley wall. 

Unfortunately, these fuckheads were evidently too damn dim to realize the danger that lay in store. After all, you need something between your ears to process sound, and he’s diagnosing these thugs with a severe case of ‘vacuus cranius’- and he will be ever so gracious and give them free treatment.

Dry lips mouthed the magic words, “Boxing Clever,” as his face returned to grinning, teeth flashing, the corners of his mouth stretched unnaturally wide.

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How the times change. Just a few years ago, it was swaggering wankers like these that would suffer a good bashing from C- Muros boots. Ribs cracking and skin turning purple under his relentless assaults, no time to fight back when he gets them to the ground and prone so quickly, nothing they can do except curl up and try and protect their heads- a futile move, just drawing his ire and boot towards whatever they tried to cover. 

Those were the days, when he hid behind he- him, behind them, when he was the weedy voice that told them of whispered rebellion, of under the breath insults. 

But now, now he could stand on his own, as his own man, not just a suck up and voice in the ear. Now- now he was able to defend himself. His cool fingers grip eerily cold metal even tighter.

His muscles contract and loosen, the cold metal in his hand arching into the neck of the leader- and more muscles contract, blue energy taking over from electrical- changing it- the satisfying thud of well worn knuckles connecting with cartilage, the confused cry of someone who just punched themselves in the face, and the dripping of blood escaping from damaged nasal tissue.

He's out of practice, giving himself a split second to admire his handiwork, a split second in which pain blooms in his abdomen as the other fist finds its way to his gut, his back further shoved against the wall. He knows he's gonna have killer scrapes all over, and his top will be barely fit for rags.

Stupid mistake on his part, someone swaggering around on these streets isn't gonna be incapacitated by just a broken nose, he of all people should know- and he of all people should know not to let his thoughts run as hes getting beaten on but well he's never been good at taking anyone's advice let alone his own, cant trust that shifty asshole- ow.

[confettiicanon]

okay okay FINE you can have my nsfw ship dynamic hcs REVISED. under the cut bc im not an animal

sakatsu: whiny bottom miya/dom omi NO i dont fucking care. i do NOT fucking care ive never cared everyone shut the fuck up. atsumu miya on his back all day everyday that being said they both prefer when he rides. sakusa kiyoomi is probably the worst dom ever bc he does the like "awww thats okay babyyy" thing at miya and atsumu just wants to scream

iwaoi: they switch BUT brat tease oikawa/dom iwaizumi is eternal . oikawa "iwachan r u even trying" tooru and iwaizumi "when do we get to the part where u stop speaking" hajime. wait oh my god.... iwaizumi hajime bottom fucking himself back on oikawa and oikawas like hmmm gotta try harder and iwa goes "YOURE SO IRRITATING" and punches his mattress bc hes frustrated and oikawas been doing this for like 5 minutes. anyways iwaoi brainrot is so real

tsukiyama: they switch too but theyre also fucking freaks i think about them so much. like literal weird nasty shit they get into breeding kink i think. also theyre TRUE switches like both can be doms or pillow princesses they dont give a fuck i dont give a fuck i think theyre fine as long as someones dick is wet

kagehina: pillow princess kags/top hinata. hinata loving loving loving top also kags cant STAND shit i truly believe he is sensitive as hell crying kicking screaming covering his face and hinata is kissing him all over. theyre not freaks i think they only have the most loving sex ever

bokuaka: i like to think that bokutos down for whatever and akaashi keiji wants to be reamed within an inch of his life and doesn't care what form this comes in. which can either end with bokuto on his back near passing out from overstim as akaashis like bochan... dont leave me unsatisfied... or it can end with akaashi biting a pillow eyes rolled back screaming legs kicking as bokuto pounds him into the mattress and akaashi is sobbing. either way akaashi bottoms and bokuto has never in his life had any interest in bottoming

kuroken: prefacing this by saying i believe that these mfs have sex the LEAST. but when they do kenma is a terror pillow princess. like hes on his back and will NOT move and kuroo has to do all the work but hes like "kuro ,... go harder ill fall asleep...." kuroo is so done w him but when they get into it kenma will be bent over mating press style with so many bitemarks. also kenma doesnt make noise the most hell do is a "nnnfh".

daisuga: switch but daichi prefers topping but honestly suga has so much energy. when suga tops daichi is such a princess because SUGA LEAVES HIM NO OTHER CHOICE how is one supposed to react to being flipped and bit and suga is taking control whether daichi likes it or not. then when daichi tops it is so loving and real also theyre pretty vanilla. like constantly vanilla good for them. theyre content in this. suga pretends to be freaky for clout.

osasuna: true switches as well. such true switches they both dont give a fuck. theyre not vanilla i know in my HEART theyre freaks but i dont know what they get into but i can confidently tell u they spit during sex. i think they love it wet and messy and i know for a fact that suna rintarou, post receiving a blowjob has looked at osamu miya in the eyes and spit on his face and osamu miya fell in love.

[unhlnged]

closed starter for @roguexpogue

“You cant keep me here! Hey! I'm talking to you!” Rafe yelled, but no one answered. His hands gripped the bars of the holding cell they had thrown him into after arresting him on the street. Another DUI or some bullshit. He shouldn't be in here. After his rage fit, his nervous ticks kicked in and he was pacing the cell like an encaged animal, biting his nails, scratching his head, a wild look in his eyes, his lips moving without words coming out.

After a while he heard steps coming closer and as he got to the door, he saw an officer approaching.

“Have you called my dad? I need to get out.”

“Your daddy is busy and can't help you, boy. Now step back.” A confused and wounded expression showed on his face and Rafe stepped back from the door, which the police guard opened. “But you'll get company.”

Rafe frowned, but before he could ask what this was all about, another prisoner was pushed into the cell. Blond messy hair and dirty clothes. A split lip and hostile blue eyes. JJ Maybank.

The door was locked and Rafe stood there, glaring at the blond, his jaws clenched, his eyes narrowed.

If they’d ask him later, he’d say the pogue provoked him, and he did, by being a pogue. He wasn't sure how it started, but in less than a minute with the guards being gone, the two were at each other's throats, wrestling, fighting like wild dogs, pushing, punching, shoving, tugging, stumbling – until the door opened again and three men in uniform got in and separated them by using force. One held Rafe in a chokehold, when Shoupe entered.

“Cut it. We need to move you.”

He didn't give an explanation or Rafe just couldn't hear it with the hot rage ringing in his ears. But they had subdued him and the pogue and guided them out of the building. Rafe frowned as his right hand was cuffed to JJ's left.

“So you won't get lost,” an officer explained, and pushed them to move forward. They were taken outside and into the back of a police van to sit next to each other. The car started and it was a rocky ride. JJ's body again and again bumped into his and he hit him back with his shoulder.

“This is all your fault.” He mumbled. It had to be, because it wasn't his.