#he didn't say pussy but he said it in spirit

[crunchyorb]

ship thing but seodore with whoever you want

i will avoid giving you the seomutei everythign that we've been doing in dms and i will just say rumeld and seodore is so funny as a ship.

i keep thinking about "i'll try to think of a way we can both die together"

"stop being such a pussy"

"shut the fuck up"

like they loved each other. they really really did. i want to see rsml interactions so bad i think it would be so fucking funny

[iikatsukii]

Too Late.

synopsis: they loved you when it was too late. 

pairings: sully family x daughter/sister!reader, neteyam x twin!reader, neytiri x daughter! Reader, jake x daughter!reader

warnings: mentions of death, attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts(?), swearing, familial issues. 

word count: 3.6k

a/n: would yall believe me if i said i wrote this while listening to pussy talk by city girls LMFAOOOOO p.s. Happy valentines day (THE RED TEXT IS "FESTIVE" im trynna get into the valentines day spirit :D). I wish i could've given yall part two of illicit love instead of this but i'm not done with it </3. ALMOST THO!!! (gif creds: @world-of-pandora)

(p.s. part two is out now!!)

it was never supposed to end like this. jake's mouth felt bitter. his whole body shook as he let out the most heart-stopping scream when his eyes landed on his eldest daughter. you, neteyam's twin, lay lifeless in his arms. your father cried because he never got to tell you he was proud of you, or that he loved you, or that you didn't need to compare to your brother to still be considered his baby girl. 

it wasn't always like this, though. 

you and neteyam were always happy and playing around together when you were younger. still, as you two grew older, neteyam took on olo'eyktan training and became his father's perfect warrior. where does that leave you? mo'at had chosen kiri to pursue tsahik training because of her apparent connection to eywa. so where does that leave you? lo'ak took on the role of the troublemaker, and tuk, of course, is just the baby of the family. so where does that leave you?

you're lo'ak's babysitter. making sure the boy doesn't get into trouble, but with your lack of training due to your father training your brother more than you, you weren't really the best babysitter. honestly, it was more lo'ak protecting than you protecting him. he kept you from losing balance while in high places, saved you when you fell into the rapids and flew you home when you forgot your way as if you had not lived in this forest your whole life. 

you felt like a burden on your family. 

nothing you ever did was right. 

you went hunting? cool, but you didn't bring back enough for the whole family, so now neteyam and lo'ak have to go out and find more food for everyone else. 

you bead a necklace for your friend? great, but you messed up the pattern she asked for, so she brought it to kiri so she could remake it.

tuk wanted to go play with you? of course! but now she has a sprained ankle from falling into the river while you were looking at flowers a few feet away.

and every time, somehow, some way, your family always managed to say something that felt like a blade stabbed through your heart.

"next time, y/n, just leave the hunting to neteyam and i. at least we know the right amount to bring back." it was lo'ak before he and your twin had to go hunting for more food for dinner a few weeks ago.

"you know, sister, your jewelry hasn't been the same recently. i've had sooo many of your friends coming back to me saying you messed up the pattern they asked for. just try and pay more attention when you're beading." kiri said as you walked into your home. she was re-beading the necklace you gave to your best friend yesterday. 

the one she told you was perfect and that she loved it.

"how could you leave your sister unattended like that y/n she could've been killed?! why can't you be like neteyam? you’re twins, for crying out loud, y/n. do you not care for your sister's well-being?" your father scolded you outside your grandmother's hut. you could hear her cries inside the tent, along with your mother's gentle words of comfort, as she tried to calm her youngest daughter down. 

you were being compared to your twin for the millionth time in your life, and as used to this as you should be, it still hurt just as bad as the first time your father had said it. 

"she only sprained her ankle. it was an accident sempu–" you tried to defend yourself, but you were cut off. 

"NO. it is, sir. do you understand me?" jake yelled at you. in your 18 years, your father had never raised his voice at you, let alone for you calling him 'sempu.' he used to love it when you called him because you were his ite and he was your sempu. but right now, to him, you were just someone who had hurt his child and nothing more than that. you hang your head, eyes falling to the floor in front of you as you didn't want your father to see you cry. 

"sorry, sir." was all you said before walking away. you don't know where you walked, but you found yourself at the abandoned shack. you knew this area was forbidden, so when you realized where you were, you immediately crouched. you were just gonna walk back because your father would kill you if he found out you were over here, but then you heard voices. you looked through the bush to see a group of 3 or 4 avatars. you knew you couldn't escape now, so you pressed on the collar of your neck.

"sempu– sorry. sir, i need help, i wasn't paying attention to where i was walking, and i can hear avatars speaking english and–" your father cut you off.

"where are you?" he, your mother, and your two brothers were patrolling around your land's territories when they heard you through their earpieces. 

you let out a heavy sigh, praying to eywa that he wouldn't chew your ass up for being here, before pressing the button again and saying, 

"i'm at the abandoned shac–AHH! OWW, LET GO, YOU ASSHOLE!!" you couldn't finish as one of the avatars found your hiding spot, grabbing you by your queue.

thankfully your family had heard enough. your twin telling his father he knew a shortcut, they all flew as fast as they could to you. honestly, this was their last straw. everyone was fed up with you constantly making things hard for everyone.

your mother, though, was worried. you were caught by those skydemons all by yourself. who knew what they would do to you?

as you waited for your family, you were roughly held by your queue as they poked and prodded at you like they had never seen a native before. 

"let me see your hands." the man with a buzzcut spoke. 

"why don't you look at my feet instead?" you said. they all gave you a confused look until you kicked quaritch right in his face. you don't know how, but it caused the avatar behind you to loosen his grip, so you tried to make a break for it.

unluckily for you, the female avatar grabbed your arm, pulling you back into her form. she gripped you by your neck, unaware that she had pressed the button on your communicator. you hissed at her. the man you had kicked was only laughing as he wiped the blood dripping from his nose. "she must be one of his. she's defiant. grab her hands, let me see." he said

the avatar behind you grabbed your hands, holding them both out. 

"hm… four fingers. maybe she's not one of his." were they gonna let you go? wishful thinking.

"fine. she may not be one of his but if one of their people go missing they're bound to come for her. keep her." his words made your heart sank. were they gonna take you? away from everything? your home? your family? if you could even call it that. 

but then you thought about it. you really can't call it that. you don't remember the last happy memory you had with someone, anyone, in your family. it clicked to you that it had been about 10 minutes since you had radioed your father, and he wasn't here yet. were they even coming for you? you knew it was a stupid question. they weren't coming for you. why would they when this was the easiest way to get rid of the weak link of the family? it's not like your blood would be on their hands, and their life would be way better without you.

"they're not gonna come for me. i have no family. you killed my family in the last war, you dickhead." you lied to the man you had kicked earlier. 

hearing you say this confused your family. what were you talking about?

"dammit you're an orphan? i didn't know the na'vi had any of those. then what do we do with her. she's useless. nobody will notice she's gone." the woman behind you asked her superior. 

"hmm.. i have a better idea. kill her. use her as a warning to the sullys. this is what we're capable of now. it'll be a threat. give us jake sully and nobody else will die. but this one… this one is our lab rat. we're gonna make you bleed out nice and slow little one." he said as he grabbed his pistol off his waist, pressing it below your jaw. the nickname made you internally gag, but you held your ground. 

these people had no real idea how tired you really were. you were exhausted. you were ready for life with eywa. you wanted your deity to hold you close, keep you warm, and protect you from the harsh real world. the world that your parents didn't adequately prepare you for. the world that you were ready to leave. 

"kill me," you said as you grabbed quaritch's wrist and moved his gun from under your jaw to right above your heart. "and make it quick. nobody will come for me anyways," you said in a monotone voice.

the avatars all looked at you in awe. they had never once seen a na'vi so willing to give up their life. the natives they had all met were vicious, hissing and armed, always ready to kill. but you. you were the opposite.

you were fed up and ready to die. but not for your people. for your own inner peace. 

"no," quaritch said, putting his gun down. that shocked everyone. like he shocked his soldiers and your family, who had been listening the whole time. they were trying to get to you as fast as possible.

hearing how you really felt was a wake-up call for your family. and when they heard bullets moving within the chamber of quaritch's pistol, they all flew their ikrans as fast as possible, weaving through trees and around mountains, trying to get to you.

you looked at the man like he had just betrayed you. 

"DO IT, YOU COWARD! FUCKING DO IT! NOBODY WILL COME FOR ME!! THEY DON'T CARE!! THEY DON'T FUCKING CARE!!" you don't know what came over you, but you tried to wrestle quaritch's pistol out of his hands. your family was only 2 clicks away and could hear you struggling. everyone landed at the same time. the sullys, excluding tuk and kiri, who had stayed with mo'at, caught quaritch's attention, which distracted him enough for you to pull the gun from his grip. 

you distanced yourself from everyone, and looking around, you realized you were surrounded by everyone. your family and these random avatar people. everyone could read you. you were a ticking time bomb and the only person in control of the trigger was you. one of the avatars took a step forward slowly, but you saw him move and point the gun at him. it didn't stop him from moving, but you heard screams of protest when you pointed the gun at your own head. that's when everyone froze. the avatars. your family. nature. time. eywa. you. everything was frozen.

"babygirl…" the nickname made you snap your neck to the man who was the root of your problems. 

"NO! no, you do not get to call me that. if i can't call you ma sempu, don't bother referring to me as your daughter." you said. your energy was depleted, and you knew you would only be able to stand here for a couple more minutes before you opened your own doors and walked to your great-mother. jake tried to take a step closer to you, which only caused you to tense up and pull on the trigger a little bit. everyone immediately backed up, your mother hissing at you through her tears. "MA ITE, PUT THE GUN DOWN," she screamed at you.

"sa'nok…" you whimpered, not even being able to look her in the eyes. 

"sa'nu… i can't" you sobbed. you could barely breathe and your tears were coming down in waterfalls at this point. you couldn't see anything clearly. your tears had blurred your vision. 

you knew your mom loved you. she and tuk were the only ones in the family who had never uttered a harsh word in your direction. though she was busy taking care of tuk, so it wasn't like you got much attention from them either. but there's no way you would blame her or tuk for that. if anything, you're sorry that you have to leave them, but this world isn't for you. you turned on your heels, looking at the man whose gun you took.

"you are a coward. you should've pulled the goddamn trigger. you're fucking pathetic. are you happy now? now everyone here gets to experience what they've waited so long for." nobody had ever heard you speak to anyone like that. honestly, they couldn't tell if your words were directed at quaritch or yourself. 

you inhaled, looking up at the eclipse, your bioluminescent freckles glowing brighter than they ever had in the nighttime as tears cascaded down your face. 

"goodbye," you said as you squeezed the trigger, hearing a loud bang and tons of screaming. you felt no pain, though. you opened your eyes, not realizing you had closed them, and looked around. you noticed your pistol was stuck in the tree in front of you with an arrow clean through it. you turned to your twin with hate in your eyes. he lowered his bow as he read your expression. 

"now you wanna save me?" your voice was weak but filled with venom. 

"why didn't you save me when you noticed i stopped hanging out with you guys? hm? why didn't you teach me when i was younger? huh? why didn't you talk to me other than when you were chewing my ass out for something that was A FUCKING ACCIDENT, GODAMMIT. WHY?!" you felt like your tears were endless. 

"WHY DIDN'T YOU LOVE ME?! ANSWER ME YOU FUCKERS!! WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?!" you screamed your frustrations at your father and brothers. none of them could look you in your eyes, save for your mother. "you only want to save me because you know how much i don't want to be saved anymore but it's too goddamn late," you said.

you turned to the female avatar who was holding you from before. you noticed her gun earlier and hoped you looked threatening enough for her to use it as you ran in her direction. she didn't know what to do. she didn't know you were a barely trained warrior or that you wouldn't have put a scratch on her. she didn't know you were harmless. all she knew was that you were a native, and the natives were hostile. 

so she pulled her gun out and fired two shots into your chest.

the momentum of the bullet was enough to stop you from running. you felt the searing pain start to blossom in your chest area. falling to your knees, your eyes met the woman who had shot you. you looked at her shirt, reading her name. it was a funny name to you, but you didn't care. she had fulfilled your wish without even knowing it. so you used your last breath to speak.

"thank you, z-dog" you slumped over on your side, as everything started to go slow. your vision was starting to darken, and you let it consume you, not wanting to fight for your life anymore. 

cue the screams and cries from your family and the fleeing steps of the rda soldiers. your chest stopped rising and falling, and your breathing had ceased. your family surrounded your body, trying to stop your bleeding and preserve the life that had already left your body. still, you had been shot twice, and both bullets had exit wounds. it was no use. nearby, na'vi had heard the screams of distress and had called over some hunters and scouts to investigate the scene since they knew the area was near the forbidden old shack.

the hunters and scouts arrived at the scene armed and ready to defend their people, but what they were met with was the last thing they expected to see. the eldest sully daughter was lying on the floor, motionless, with two bullet holes in her chest and her blood sinking into the forest floor. her family leaned over her body, screaming and crying for her to be okay and to return to them. they whispered how sorry they were. they whispered to her how if she came back, they would treat her right, teach her, hang out with her, and love her like they were supposed to. but it's too late.

nobody knew how to react. the eldest sully daughter had died, and nobody but her family knew what had happened. 

“ma ite, oel ngati kameie. i see you. i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry. you don't have to be your brother. being you was just fine." your father cried as he cradled your head. brushing your hair away from your face, getting blood on your cheek since his hands were covered in it. 

neteyam and lo'ak were each holding one of your hands. they cried as they watched their tears pool in your palm and then fall off the edge to drip into the soil below your body. they couldn't believe they treated you like anything less than their sister. they treated you like you were a stranger, a burden to deal with. and now that you were gone, they could not tell you how sorry they were for how they treated you.

neytiri was inconsolable. her firstborn daughter had just died in front of her eyes. willingly. she wanted this. her own daughter wanted to take her life. and she couldn't do anything to stop it. how could she not know? how did you go 18 years hurting in silence? how did she not know you needed to be saved? 

"ma ite. my baby. ma y/n." neytiri's heart shattered when she saw those bullets go through your chest. she cried over your body for what felt like hours, but it was only a few minutes until the male healers came so they could carry you to the healing tents to prepare you for your burial ritual. 

as jake pulled his mate from your body, she started to push against him trying to get him to let go of her so she could return to her daughter. 

eventually, jake lets go, unable to keep his mate from her child. he joined her and just asked the healers to give your family a minute with you. 

they just nodded in understanding, leaving your family to grieve. 

two pairs of footsteps rushed towards the clearing, where the family mourned one of their own. 

kiri and tuk had heard the news and came as fast as they could. tuk screamed, running up to you and curling herself into your chest as she sobbed into your neck. she didn't care if she was getting blood all over herself. you were her older sister, and she didn't even get to say goodbye. she felt nothing but sadness and loss. tuk felt terrible because the last time she had seen you was earlier when you brought her back from the stream because she had sprained your ankle. and now you were lying on the forest floor dead? how did this happen?

"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! SISTER, PLEASE!!" kiri begged you to wake up as she placed herself where her father was earlier. she rested your head in her lap, looking into your lifeless yellow eyes. you were her elder sister. as much as you didn't know, kiri looked up to you. she knew how hard you tried for the family, and though it wasn't your fault that you would mess up a necklace every once and a while, she couldn't help but feel guilty for the words she said to you in those moments. she knew she could've should've been nicer about it. 

when it was finally time for the healers to take your body, once again, neytiri tried to fight against them. this time everyone in the family had to hold her back as the healer walked you away in a leaf big enough to cover your entire body from the eyes of those around you. once you were gone from her view, neytiri fell to the floor again, sobbing into the ground, 

"GREAT MOTHER, WHY?!!" their mother's screams felt like a knife in their hearts. the sully family felt nothing but guilt and grief upon your death. nobody got closure because there is no closure for this kind of thing. they were the reason you wanted to die, and now that you got what you wanted, they had to live with that guilt. 

you were high in being held in eywa's embrace as you cried. looking down on your family. you did not regret your decision, but you just had one question for your deity. 

"did they really love me, great mother." eywa heaved a sigh before answering you. 

"my ite, your mother and youngest sister loved you everyday, they were just very poor at showing it i'm afraid." you nodded your head, asking a follow-up question, 

"what about the others?" you knew by her face that you wouldn't like the answer, but it was too late. the question was asked. and the answer is precisely the reason why you did what you did.

"they loved you just a little bit too late, my child."

[cheesagirl]

Can you please make something like y/n losing her virginity to Gojo and when she wakes up she misunderstood that Gojo just wanted to have one night stand and as he never make contact with any of his one night stand, so y/n left writing some notes for him. But Gojo genuinely loved her and then he searched for her finding y/n passed out somewhere or finding her getting attacked by some cursed spirit.

I want to read this so much.😅 Please make it happen. 🥹

Satoru x Fem;Reader

Scenario: Listed in request

Warnings: Smut, cussing

Word count: 903 words

Side notes: I am so sorry for how late I was to do this request, I got logged out of my account for like a month :( I hope this somewhat fits what you had in mind and if not IM SORRY. Enjoy my loves, if you have any request or ideas please submit them because I love doing them❤️

You would have laughed if someone told you that you would lose your virginity to THE Satoru Gojo, the king of 'no feelings'- but here you were straddling Satoru's naked figure as he eased his hardened cock inside you. "Doing so good sweets" you hear him mutter under his breath, his hand moving up to grip the back of your neck.

You couldn't help but moan at the feeling of him. The second he had completely filled you to the brim, your back arched and a small whine escaped your parted lips. "Look at you taking me so well baby" he mumbles, forcing you to look down at the sight of him disappearing into your pussy.

"Feels so good" you babble, your head lulling onto his shoulder, earning you a quiet chuckle from Satoru.

"Yeah?" he teases, peppering small kisses onto your head. You nod, moving your hips in small circles, causing Satoru to let out a hoarse groan.

This was a horrible idea. You shouldn't be in this situation with Satoru, but you certainly weren't putting an end to it now. Tomorrow seemed so far away as you heard the lewd sound of skin hitting skin caused by Satoru bouncing you on him, hitting your cervix each time.

"Aww look at your little belly bulge" He cooed, moving his hand from your hip and pressing it against your belly, causing you to whine out in pleasure, to cock drunk to form proper words.

Tomorrow is an eternity away.

You woke up to the sound of running water and your sleepy eyes immediately widened in panic. Fuck, tomorrow was here, and the anxiety hit you like a train.

Gojo was never one to keep his hookups around long. You had heard stories of him sending the girls off in taxis, never bothering to text them afterward and the realization hit you. You were about to be one of those girls, you had given your virginity to a man who was going to send you off in a fucking taxi.

You quickly sit up in the bed, sliding out of it and scavenging for your clothes, and putting them on. You then grab a sticky note and pen from his desk located in the corner of the room and right a quick 'Last night was great, thank you' quickly signing off with a little heart. You were going to rip the band-aid off and leave without being asked, a weak attempt to save your dignity. You snatch your purse from the nightstand and hurry out the front door.

You were exhausted to say the least, you and Satoru had been up all night and the lack of sleep was starting to hit you as you sat on a bench in a park, eyes drooping closed. It was a busy park, children played as their parents conversed, you didn't see any problem in one quick little nap.

Satoru was surprised and even a little butt hurt when he opened the bathroom door to find an empty bed. He knew what people said about him and some of the rumors did have some truth behind them, but you weren't a one-night stand. Satoru adored you, fuck Satoru loved you. He loved your voice, your face, everything. He wasted no time throwing on a coat and rushing out the door, throwing the note he had left him onto the coffee table on the way out.

"Y/n, answer the phone please", He pleads, sending yet another voicemail to your phone. Suddenly the thought hit him, you had mentioned how you loved the park so much ever since you were a little girl. He didn't know for sure if he'd be there, but he was growing desperate, so he eagerly made his way towards the playground.

When he arrived, Satoru instantly furrowed his eyebrows at the sigh of the familiar cost you always wear, hood up, sitting on a bench. 'What the hell' he muttered to himself, quickening his pace towards him. He frowned even more when he saw how red his nose and cheeks were.

"y/n" he says softly, shaking you slightly. "Time to wake up baby," he adds, patting your cold cheek gently.

Your eyes flutter open, squinting in confusion at the sight of the blue-eyed man in front of you.

"Satoru?" you mumble, sitting up quickly. "I don't know what on earth you are thinking about sleeping on a bench y/n" He scolds, helping you stand properly. You were just about to explain yourself when he cuts you off again.

"You're going to catch a cold y/n" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly stressed by the situation.

"I didn't think you'd want me there when you woke up" you mumble, looking down at your feet while anxiously fidgeting with your fingers.

To your surprise, you felt his warm hands cup your cheeks and your face was lifted to where his eyes met yours.

"Oh sweets, I'd never want you to go away," he whispered, his brows knitted together in concern. "I'd have you with me all the time if I could."

You searched his eyes for something--anything to hint at some sort of regret, but what you found was complete and utter adoration for the girl standing in front of him, with her little red cheeks.

"Let me take you out on a proper date y/n-- please

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Thanks for reading babes ❤️

The song lowkey doesn't go with the first part BAHAHA

[itsfairly]

Recording // Nanami Kento x f!reader

MDNI — Rating is mature.

word count: ~1k (ops)

cw: smut, smut, smut. porn with plot, explicit language, alternating between 2nd and 3rd person, recording / s3x tape, exhibitionism (if you squint), cunnilingus, P in V, petnames (sweetheart, good girl), nipple play, clit play (?.

notes: this got out of my hands fairly quickly. i might be ovulating idk. i thought i should get on the kinktober spirit and try giving smut a try for once. its like my mind took over before i knew it and spew out this. Divider by @/cafekitsune 🤍

liked this? show it with a like, reblog, and/or comment. each is greatly appreciated and celebrated!

nanami was surprised when you asked him if he ever thought about recording you two in the bedroom. no, he hasn't. he was never fond of the idea of someone watching you two get intimate. he didn't want to share how pretty you looked with your lips parted, pathetically moaning, barely able to ask for him to go harder as your thoughts became incoherent by the thrust of his hips. he didn't want others to see how sweaty and sensitive your body could get, squirming at the hands of his fingers, tongue, and cock.

no, those little things were his and his alone to experience. he is quite possessive of you. recording you two was something he didn't think about, especially because it would mean sharing those things.

but he notices how indirectly direct your question was and how your eyes scan his for a reaction. you wanted to try something new and it was obvious by the way your hands were behind your back, probably fiddling your thumbs nervously as you waited for a response. you looked like you were begging him for a chance to try this out.

how could he say no when you looked too cute? after all, you assured him it would just be for the two of you. something to get you through those nights when you're not together. it wasn't a bad idea. He said yes.

and boy, did he learn something new about himself.

it was as if his body took a mind of its own, that possessiveness and need to indulge you in your little fantasy coming together the moment he pressed record on his phone. though the kiss was slow, it became heated pretty quickly by the way his hands roamed down your body to immediately get those pesky clothes out of your body. pressing you down the bed, his lips becoming hungrier against yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth.

you didn't know what to focus on, his tongue exploring your mouth or the way his fingers were already pinching your nipples and soothing the sensation by rubbing around the areola with his thumb. whatever it was, it made your lips part and welcomed his touches and tongue easily as you moaned into the kiss.

while your eyes constantly darted to the camera, brows furrowed as you tried to process the pleasure that was swirling all around your body. sure, he has been rough and dominant before when he came home stressed. but tonight was different. it was as if he was worshiping your body without the usual praise, at least not the one he usually did.

"need your moans to be louder than that, sweetheart. wouldn't want the camera to not pick them up," he mumbled against your breasts, his tongue licking all over them and alternating with his lips to suck your nipples. all while his other hand was busy sliding your panties off your legs and pressing his thumb against your clit before quickly rubbing it just right.

"the camera is making you shy? let me help you with that." he purred while he lowered his head to between your legs, placing them on his shoulder before he lazily trusted his tongue into your entrance. going in and out enough times to get some of your juices dripping on his tongue to then place it flat on your pussy and lick a nice long stipe. your pearl becomes wet with his saliva and you before he takes it into his mouth, moaning loudly at the taste of you while he's eyes look up at you.

"look at you, clenching around me, digging your nails into me. good girl. what a shame watching this video back won't let me feel these again." he chuckled before a moan interrupted him. wet squelches fill the room so clearly that the video probably included them too, along with how your needy moans rhythmically matched with the pace of his him rocking into you.

all sights were captured. his back and butt in all glory as he fucked you stupid into the bed, your face twisted in pleasure with tears in your eyes and knitted brows, hickeys all over your body but especially in your chest, scratches in his back. but there was one sight the camera didn't get: his face.

a breathless smirk on his features and knitted brows were obvious, but it was the look in his eyes that was interesting. that's when it all clicked. it was about showing how good he could make you feel, how lost in pleasure he could get you, him, and him alone. no one else would bring you to any of tonight's orgasms and guide you through the intense pleasure so diligently as nanami.

he was yours, but you were also his. this video proved that much so eloquently without any shadow of a doubt.

honestly, he wouldn't mind if anyone were to see this video. now, your sex tape didn't seem to be about arousing others. it was to show them how good nanami could make you feel, how good he could pleasure you and that no one would get even near second place.

let them watch how your back arches when you orgasm around his fingers, his tongue, his cock. they would never be able to feel your body like he does, let alone pleasure it.

let them hear how needy and desperate your moans are. but they would also hear his voice and the effect it had on you. they would hear how pretty his name sounded with your voice when you moaned and whimpered "please, more, nanami!"

nanami is possessive of you because he loves you with all his heart and wants to show you that love compared to one else's. but now he wasn't jealous at the idea of others watching you two pleasure each other. not when they would never be able to touch, smell, or taste you. they could only watch while he could experience you with all of his senses.

and if he ever missed you, he could just watch your video and remember how much you love him.

[yisony07]

Real Target

A few hours after noon, Oskar was watching from the bushes a couple standing in front of a metal bench talking in the middle of a somewhat crowded park. One of them was Jake, the smallest of the two, and with a somewhat tired look. But the one who interested Oskar the most was the other, Christopher, who spoke to Jake with a carefree smile that gave him an involuntary sex appeal, with the curious way his tight shirt fit against his pecs.

Oskar, eager to prove what was hidden under there, couldn't help but stir inside the bush, although he didn't care at all. The unusual blizzard hid his presence. They were the perfect conditions for the being to enjoy that view. And how to blame him? Oskar had spent the afterlife wandering around the park near the university looking with envy at the shameless way in which others enjoyed his sensations; He really missed being able to feel pleasure, being able to kiss, experience carnal desires, and when he discovered that he was capable of possessing by chance when he took the form of a dog that wanted to urinate by placing itself where he was a few days ago, with someone as attractive as Christopher, Oskar knew what he wanted to do. Oskar slid his semi-blue, semi-transparent body across the black asphalt until he reached the bench so he could hear what they were saying and see if he had a chance.

“So, what did you decide to do with Carla?” Jake asked, as if the topic didn't matter to him that much.

“I broke up with her and honestly, it didn't hurt at all…” both men laughed lightly.

So he is without commitment, Oskar thought, increasingly convinced of his decision. But it can't be now, Oskar thought. He never liked attention, and he suspected that taking possession of Christopher wouldn't be so easy under those circumstances. If his mind is as strong as his body, it wouldn't be the best, he told himself.

“So… will you come to my apartment now to play?”

“Well of course, bro,” Jake replied, “although I'll go later, maybe in the evening, I have to finish some things, you know…” he winked and Christopher snorted.

“Well,” he said, adjusting his backpack. “I'll take a nap while you arrive.”

“Got it.”

Oskar watched his loot walk away, blending into the crowd. The ghost grimaced and looked towards Jake, who seemed to slink away. Curiosity overcame the spirit, so he found himself following it. Jake walked towards the nearest shopping center and entered one of the cubicles. Oskar crept over to the toilet where he went, and watched stealthily as Jake unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his boxers, and revealed his not very erect penis.

Jake peed for a few seconds while letting out a loud sigh. He took a piece of toilet paper, wiped his meatus and was about to put his pants back on when he felt his phone vibrate.

After throwing away the paper, Jake proceeded to take out his cell phone. He checked it and instantly his cock became erect. "Hell already, these pussies look very sexy, ready to take a good hammer," he commented, biting his lip for a moment.

Faced with such a cock right in front of him, Oskar did not waste the opportunity. "Here we go!" he said before launching himself headlong into that pinkish glans.

It took Jake several seconds to realize what was happening. The sudden low temperatures he felt on his dick made him look down and he was surprised to see a bluish mass snaking in his pisshole.

"What the...!!" he shouted, but was cut off by a moan coming from himself. Oskar entered little by little while Jake waved his hands around his penis to grab or scare the ghost away, but to no avail. "Get… out… fuck… ah yeah… no…get… of… me!!" 

He screamed and crashed back into the door. A feeling of repulsive pleasure ran through his body as Oskar entered him. It was nauseating and yet exciting, sensual, pleasurable... Jake could do nothing but moan until all of Oskar entered him.

Jake's body began to shake uncontrollably, hitting the walls of the cubicle. A cold, gelatinous sensation spread and spread inside the man's body. Only screams and grunts of pleasure came from Jake's mouth, and as all of Oskar occupied every inch of Jake, his body fell to the floor with a thud, missing the toilet.

Jake opened his eyes slowly, but they had taken on a bluish hue. He was no longer the same: Oskar was in control.

"Whew... that was a battle..." Oskar whispered between gasps. He took Jake's cell phone, put it in one of his pockets and stood up, fixing his pants. He watched his new arms, a little hairier and thicker than before, his chest rising and falling as he breathed at an increasingly regular pace, and the way his clothes (especially his pants) fit around his body, giving a suggestive connotation to Jake's casual clothing. "But it was worth like hell," he added, running his new hands over his new abdomen, his bulge slightly noticeable.

Someone knocked on the cubicle door.  “Hey, man, is everything okay? You were yelling and there was a lot of noise…”

 “No, no, don't worry,” Jake said through Oskar;  the feeling of his new voice running down his throat was warm, though not entirely perfect. “I saw a huge insect and I have a phobia of them, so I went crazy, hehehe…” he explained quickly.

 “Okay, happy rest of the afternoon!”

“Yeah, bye…” Oskar bent down to check that no one else was in the bathroom so he could leave safely. Once he verified it, he opened the cubicle. “Now, to the main plate,” he added before leaving the public bathroom.

Christopher had never been the type of boy to believe in spirits, ghosts, or paranormal activities. He lived his life with complete tranquility without thinking that those kinds of things could affect him, being a university student a few semesters away from starting his thesis. He didn't have many friends and had ended an unsatisfactory relationship, but that's how he preferred it: he didn't want to get involved with anything.

He was curled up in his bed just minutes after saying goodbye to Jake. He was hoping to get some sleep before his video game night with his pal Jake. He just closed his eyes when he heard someone knock on the door. A shiver ran down his spine as he stood up.

“Who will it be at this time?” he wondered as he got out of bed. He only had on shorts and sandals. He walked to the door and was surprised when, upon opening it, he found Jake leaning on the threshold.

There was something different, it seemed to Chris, because he didn't remember his friend looking like that... well, like he had upgraded. And there was something about it that seemed strange to him.

“Jake! I thought you would be here later,” Chris said and stepped aside for Jake to enter. “I haven't prepared anything.”

“Oh, don't worry,” Jake responded as he looked around Chris's apartment as if for the first time. “My matter ended earlier than expected.”

“That's nice,” Chris said as he closed the door. “Sit over there and settle in as I prepare everything.”

“Oh, no need,” Jake said. He curled his lips into a lopsided smile before slowly approaching Chris.

"What's up dude? You look strange,” Chris said, confused by Jake's way of acting, but before he could ask anything else, Jake launched into kissing him on the lips. He had been very passionate, more than he would have received from any girl, and yet, Chris couldn't help but push Jake, causing him to fall on his ass on the floor. “Bro, what the fuck!!” He shouted, looking at Jake with a mixture of disgust and intrigue while he “wiped” his mouth.

"What's happening? I didn't think you'd take it like that,” Jake replied, standing up, observing Chris's face and body with unusual intensity. “I always wanted to do it… I love you!”

That statement made something shake in Chris' mind. Who had been his friend since they entered university, with whom he shared classes, laughs and afternoons of games, who had even been there for him when he talked about his experiences with women, was in love with him? That same person who had kissed him like that out of nowhere, joining his lips with his and tasting his tongue?

It was the craziest thing that had happened in his life and yet... he couldn't deny that he had liked him; In fact, he noticed that his penis had even hardened. And it wasn't until that moment, when Chris realized that Jake's eyes had a bluish tint.

“Jake… your eyes look different,” Chris said as if he were in a little trance, as if there was nothing else he wanted to do but admire his mate.

"So?" Jake said with a mischievous little smile and approached again. “Are they more… pretty?”

Something deep inside Chris wanted to run away from there, get away from that creep at any cost. But that desire was as foreign as if it were an intrusive thought. Jake suddenly looked attractive and, despite his build being inferior to his in several ways, desirable.

“They're so much sexier,” Chris whispered, surrendering to the man in front of him, and, surrendering to his own feelings, he reciprocated the kiss Jake gave him instantly. The part of Chris that wanted to flee screamed in his mind, but he was drowned out by the pleasure coursing through his body. Chris didn't react negatively when Jake put his hands on his chest, rubbing him gently, but instead wrapped his arms around his waist while they continued with their lips together, in that game of tongues. It was hot, comfortable and quite sloppy from all the saliva, and yet it was the only thing Chris focused on. It was too good, indeed, very good.

But suddenly, Chris felt a completely opposite sensation on his tongue and, out of shock, he quickly separated from Jake, opening his eyes after he stopped feeling his touch.

"What's wrong? I thought you liked me," Jake asked, with a hint of irritation that was missed by Chris.

"It's just that I felt something strangely cold and slimy..." Chris said as if he was coming out of a trance, and as such, he realized what he had done, reflecting on his face in the way his eyes opened and his mouth of shock.

At no point in his life had he been attracted to other men and yet he couldn't deny what he did or how he felt, although something inside him seemed to believe that it hadn't been entirely voluntary.

He looked back at Jake...was that his idea or had he gotten a little taller? Because he didn't remember Jake's eyes being on the same level as his own, did he?

Jake clicked his tongue. "No, I didn't feel it," he said, "but how about we continue in bed? If, of course, you wanted us to be something.

"Of course…” No… he wanted to say, but instead it came out: "yes, we could be a couple..." he said with a silly smile, almost unlike him.

"Thank you dear." Jake smiled and kissed him again.

They both continued kissing and undressed before jumping into bed. Due to the heat of the moment, Chris couldn't reflect on what was happening, he only cared about pleasure, letting out those feelings that were still somewhat foreign; Jake stopped kissing his lips but instead continued planting kisses as he moved down his body until he reached the tip of his cock. Chris felt a tingle and looked down at Jake, who was smiling at the prospect of having said member before him, as if he had been waiting for it for so long.

Without saying a word, just a clash of glances, Jake began to suck him. Chris couldn't suppress his moans while he pinched his nipples with one of his hands and with the other he massaged Jake's face and hair. Jake moved up and down, feeling every inch of that huge meat. Chris felt in heaven, comfortable with his cock inside Jake's warm core. But suddenly, again, he felt that cold, rubbery feeling again, so he moved Jake so that his cock was free.

"What happened?" Jake asked with a quick movement of his right eyelid and a hint of irritation more noticeable than the other times.

"I almost came," Chris said. "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, dear... Are you ready for me to put it in?"

"What?"

Chris's alarms went off, but the blue look Jake gave him once again tamed his nerves. He settled down a little more and stretched his legs, so that Jake had all the way clear.

"I like it that way..." Jake whispered, using his saliva to wet his own dick and shoving it into Chris's hole.

At first it hurt, but it only took a few seconds of getting used to it for the pleasure to take over. In fact, his moans were even louder than before. Jake thrust again and again as he kissed him repeatedly. It was one of the nicest, hottest things, and the act lasted several minutes when both Chris and Jake cummed squirts. Chris felt Jake's warm fluid move inside him, filling him little by little, followed by something cold.

Jake fell hyperventilating on top of Chris, as if he were asleep or unconscious while Chris regulated his breathing. However, everything looked more and more blurry and his sensations were more and more diffuse, more confusing, until suddenly... something changed.

What… Chris said, or rather thought, since nothing came out of his mouth.

"Hehehe... finally," said 'Chris' with satisfaction. He moved Jake to the side (without removing his penis) so he could massage his own body as if it were a new acquisition, a new prize... Still smiling, he added: "After so much, I finally did it... You're all mine, Christopher."

At that moment 'Chris' noticed Jake moving. Apparently he was waking up.

"I don't know what that was..." he drawled, almost drunk-like, "but it was amazing... Where are we?"

Suddenly, 'Chris' pushed Jake to the other side, so that this time Jake was on the bottom. 'Chris' pulled Jake's cock out of his asshole and put the tip of his own cock into Jake's hole. He saw that Jake had returned to his original form and it was he who saw in 'Chris' a bluish tone in his eyes.

"We're about to start round two, babe, are you ready?" 'Chris' said before kissing him intensely and inserting his penis and then starting to ram him with his huge cock.

"Oh fuck..." Jake moaned, clutching his arms behind Chris' back. "This... is... amazing..."

"Oh, indeed it is..." Chris groaned, seeing what he had achieved. "Of course it is..."

[evesaintyves]

so in the allegedly non-homophobic spirit of this cursed genre of post (which, props to this one for at least saying the quiet part loud: that these criticisms are exclusively directed toward queer pairings), and inspired by a prompt of sorts from fandom gem @saintsenara -

i wrote some platonic jily and i completely agree, they're better as friends.

never mind the prosecco, here's the potter-malfoy-potter-blacks

Rated M | Jily, Narlily, Jegulus, Drarry | AU - everyone lives and it's like 2010 | tw choking, pussy juice, eggs

Three things occurred to Lily, leaning back on the island of cool italian marble in the fuck-off big kitchen of this ridiculous house: one, that she had no idea where all this was coming from, as James had never given a single fuck in his life about womens' Quidditch; two, that even three decades after they'd split up he was still obviously desperate for her to think he was cool; and three, that he was burning Regulus's eggs.

"So what the Harpies have done," he patiently explained as if she was listening, "is create a turn-based system for rotating positions—so every player has experience with beating, seeking, and so on—that way everyone's aware of the weak points—" he seemed to catch on that she wasn't making eye-contact, and tossed his mop of silvering hair. "The Weasley girl was on the Wireless about it this morning. Really inspiring."

He turned back to the crispy eggs and stirred them vigourously. They made a sort of crackling noise.

"I guess I'm just not sure why you're telling me," Lily said, taking the moment to finally do what she'd come to the kitchen for: grabbing a fresh bottle of prosecco from the fridge.

"Well, it's incredible what these girls are coming up with. 'The future is female,' I saw that on someone's shirt the other day."

He glanced eagerly at her over his shoulder.

"Cool," she said.

"Never mind the prosecco," Narcissa drawled, sweeping into the kitchen in her marabou-feather gown. "Draco's popped a button on his robes, so he'll be calling any moment."

"Do you mend buttons?" James asked with genuine interest.

Narcissa made an appalled face and gathered the lapels of her robe together.

"Have you not finished?" Regulus said sourly, coming down the stairs. Looking directly at Lily, he added, "This kitchen has smelled like a crematorium ever since you let Boopsy go."

Lily - still on the defensive after all these years! - crossed her arms and replied, "I didn't 'let her go,' she was legally emancipated and got a job at Pret a Manger."

Regulus waved a hand in the air, making the slight haze of egg-smoke swirl prettily in the light. "It's political correctness gone mad," he muttered.

Inexplicably, James got one of his big simpy grins, beckoned Regulus over, and smacked a kiss on his pale brow.

Draco apparated into their midst with a pop and instantly recoiled at the sight of them.

"Potters," he spat, by way of greeting. "Er—" he nodded to Regulus, whose name he could never seem to remember. Narcissa glided over and took his face in her hands.

"Oh, darling, come here, I've been waiting all morning to see you."

Lily, concerned she might not be effectively controlling her facial expression, turned to slot the prosecco bottle back into the fridge. Narcissa had actually spent most of the morning sprawled on her back with her thighs squishing the sides of Lily's face.

Draco squirmed slightly under his mother's hands. "It's all the buttons under the third one," he said gruffly, thrusting an armful of jacquard robes at Narcissa.

"Sweet boy," Narcissa cooed, "I'll send it out to the tailor immediately. How ever did you manage to break them?"

With another pop, Harry apparated into the room.

"Hi Mum," he said. "Dad. Hi Cissa and Reg."

James disentangled his arms from Regulus's and clapped Harry on the back. "Wha gwan, son?" he roared happily, and even with his back turned Lily could see Harry's shoulders cringe.

"I told you—" Draco began through his teeth.

"You were taking forever," Harry shrugged.

"I'm glad you're here," James said, very serious furrows appearing in his brow. "I was just listening to that bird you used to go out with on the wireless—"

"Oh!" Narcissa exclaimed, still petting Draco's face. "Darling, will you show everyone the trick you taught me last week?" To the room: "You'll all want to see this, it's marvellous. Draco's enchanted a mirror to do something incredible."

Draco sighed defeatedly. To Harry, he said, "Let me see your phone."

Harry pulled a slim black piece of glass out of his pocket, and, with a sideways glance at Lily, tapped and swiped at it with his fingers a few times before handing it to Draco.

"This mirror," Narcissa was saying, "quite remarkable, really—all you do is push a button on it, and a horrible little muggle comes to your door and brings you a prawn fettucine. Draco, please—" she scrabbled at the glass in his hand. "—will you push the fettucine button for mummy?"

"It's called Seamless, Mother," Draco mumbled, and just as he did Narcissa pulled a face and slid her finger round the collar of her son's shirt.

"Draco," she said, with a kind of horror rising in her voice, "What's happened to your neck? Is it dirt—?"

A flush instantly came to Draco's face and Harry twisted round from his one-sided conversation with James to give Draco a rather pointed look.

"Mother, stop, it's nothing," he said, pulling away. And on Harry's face was a look Lily had seen on James a thousand times, back in their day: like he was trying, but not particularly hard, not to look smug.

James's eyes shifted between Harry and Draco and he seemed, bless him, to finally clock what was going on. He pulled Harry by the shoulder to the other side of the kitchen and began to speak to him in hushed tones.

"You want to put all the pressure on the sides, not the front," he was saying.

Regulus went and scraped his ruined eggs into the bin, obviously eavesdropping, then put the pan back on the stove without shutting off the flame. The tang of hot metal began to compete with the crematorium smell and Lily wondered if anyone would notice if she got the prosecco back out and necked it.

"Regulus," she sighed. "Anything new with you?"

Regulus looked startled to be spoken to.

"Not really," he said, eyes shifting round the room. "I don't actually have all that much going on, canonically."

"Can—what?"

"Do you know how to make eggs?" he said hopefully.

"I think I've a salve for that," Narcissa was telling Draco, leading him by the hand into the suite she shared with Lily. "Well, it's more of an eye cream, but it's done absolute wonders for me—"

"You can do real damage to the trachea that way," James was explaining to Harry, demonstrating with a cupped hand to his neck.

"I work in Magical Law Enforcement," Harry deadpanned. "I think I know how to fucking choke someone."

Regulus emitted the strangely high-pitched giggle Lily was always hearing from inside the cup-strewn, bleach-smelling lair he shared with James.

"Why does it smell like—" Draco stopped in Lily and Narcissa's doorway. With narrowed eyes, he hissed to his mother, "I thought you were all in some sort of... like, queerplatonic... situation...?"

James's brow got those furrows again.

"What's queerplatonic?" he whispered to Lily.

"It means nobody fucks," she whispered back.

James squared his shoulders and took a step forward as if he might try to fight Draco.

---

"We raised a good kid," James would tell Lily later, after they'd put out the fire on the stove, slightly misty-eyed with nostalgia and the acrid smoke. "All of us," he'd add, with a nod toward Lily and Narcissa's side of the house, which was now perfumed rather pleasantly with a melange of prosecco, wet pussy and prawn fettucine.

"Yeah," Lily would say wistfully. "Shit taste in men, though."

"Well, it runs in the family." James would ruffle his hair, the way he tended to. After a pause, he'd venture: "And I daresay you and I had a pretty good run, didn't we?"

Lily would tip the bottle up and drain the last of the prosecco at that. James would hold out his hand, and she'd pass him the empty bottle. He'd try to take a drink, then bin it with a disgruntled look.

"It was all right," she'd say.

[starlightsuffered]

Stylist

Info - stylist reader, Timmy's POV, oral (male receiving), finger sucking, unprotected sex, sex in the kitchen, semi-Dom Timothée, cum facial

As she touched me I thought more and more about just blowing off the entire event. Her lips were a peachy pink that made me want to sink my cock in between them. Her body looked flexible and lively and I wanted to bend her over my couch. Her doe eyes would look adorable all widened when I made her cum.

At the last minute my stylist had called in sick. Apparently, he'd gotten food poisoning. I'd called the agency in a panic because tonight was the Met Gala. They'd sent a replacement and this was why y/n was currently at my apartment with her hands all over me.

"You've got a great bone structure," she commented as she brushed some powder over my cheeks.

"You've got great lips," | said in a low voice. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine. The tension was palpable.

She moved back carefully. She shook the brush off more than looked necessary. I felt giddy and wired. The excitement of a potential new bond was always exciting.

She sprayed my curls with her water bottle. Some of the liquid got on my neck. I squirmed. She blew gently where the droplets had fallen and I let out a moan.

"You okay?" She asked shakily.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay."

She didn't feel like someone I'd only just met. I felt like I'd known her a while. I felt like this tension had lasted centuries. With every second I felt more drawn to this gorgeous girl who had spirited into my life.

"Well, looks like you're ready," she said as he straighter my dress coat.

My eyes were tracking her every movement.

"Alright," I said in a low breath.

Our gazes met. I didn't break the contact as I reached for the door handle. I could hear the limo beeping, but I couldn't be less interested.

"Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?" | whispered to her.

"Yes."

It was all she needed to say. We crashed together. It was a whirlwind of lust. I picked her up and lifted her to push her against the wall.

She was kissing my neck as I pulled out my phone. I squeezed it between my ear and my shoulder while I used my hands to pull her breasts out. I massaged the full mounds of flesh. I was already rock fucking hard. Her beautiful mouth was making the most lovely little O.

"Not coming," I gasped into the phone.

"What?" Snapped my publicist.

"Sick, can't come," i lied. I'd give up any event to be inside this immaculate woman.

"Timothée," the tone was warning.

"Make it up to you," | breathed. I hung up and tossed my phone on a soft surface. I lifted her onto the kitchen counter.

I palmed my aching cock over my pants as I got on my knees. I lifted her cute little sundress.

"You minx, you aren't wearing panties," | growled with need. She smiled at me, satisfied at my reaction.

I ran my palm up her soaked heat. I huffed the smell of her wet cunt. I licked a stripe up my hand. I then lifted my palm to her mouth. She sucked on my fingers, tasting herselt.

I began to lap and suck at her pussy. Her snug cunt was pretty and pure. Her raw taste went straight to my throbbing dick. It pulsed in my underwear as I slobbered over her walls. I needed to make her slick, because I didn't want go anywhere to get condoms or lube.

"You ready for me?" | asked in a ragged voice. I felt strung out on lust.

It was as if l'd just run a marathon or been to a rock concert.

"Yes, I need you. Fuck, I want you inside me," she said with a desperate tone.

"That's my girl," I said happily.

I stood up. I pulled down my slacks and showed her my pulsating cock. She let out a stream of spit. It coated my dick. I moaned as I rubbed her essence up and down my length.

"Put yourself inside me my darling God," she crooned. I could have melted. Her voice sparked every nerve ending I had.

I pressed my head to her entrance. I slowly pushed in as we made eye contact. My hands massaged her bare ass as I began to thrust. I moved in and out of her so easily from all the arousal and saliva.

"Heaven sent," | murmured as I pressed my forehead against hers. I was slamming into her as she made little erotic noises. Her face was so pretty as it scrunched and gasped. Her long legs wrapped around me.

The feelings were incomparable. I snapped in and out with a pornographic pleasure. She kept biting my shoulder to keep from screaming. Her snug walls were clenching and fluttering. I could feel her rapid heartbeat against mine. I was in another world of lust.

"I dressed you tonight," she whispered in my ear. Her high pitched, feminine voice kept hitching as I pumped my cock deeper and deeper.

"Now you do me the favour. Lose your load all over my face," she begged. The idea made me insanely horny.

"I wanna cum inside you," I moaned.

"You can, you will. Bend me over your table after this and cum in me, but right now, coat my fucking face. I want the great Timothée Chalamet to dress me in his superior semen."

"Oh fuck!" | cried. I yanked my dick out. I was jerking my cock like crazy and groaning like wild. Before I knew it I was shooting ropes all over her submissive face. Her pretty mouth hung open and waiting.

She was smiling as the first spurt hit her cheek.

She was humping the counter, getting her wetness all over it as I came on her. She looked like a desperate slut as she rubbed herself. Her hand moved to her clit to circle it as I finished cumming.

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, making a blissed out, pornographic face. She was licking her lips.

"Feels so good," she whined. Her delicate fingers still pressed her bundle.

"Oh no you don't," I growled. I picked her up and did as she had said. I bent her over my kitchen table. The way she looked back at me, a face of sexual need, with my seed all over her, made me grow hard again. I slammed home, ready for a fun weekend ahead.

On early Sunday morning I felt like an adult film star. I'd fucked y/n on every surface of my house. We'd done nothing but had sex. Her legs were wobbling as I helped her out to her car. We'd had spent the whole weekend together.

"Thanks for that," she said, giggling because I'd made her knees weak.

"Anytime, I mean, you know where to find me," I offered and kissed her cheek.

"That I do," she nodded. She turned on her car and was about to back out.

"Sorry you missed the event."

"Oh baby," I purred. "That was the best Met Gala I've ever been to."

I winked so she'd know what I meant. A cat like smile spread over her lips. She bit her lip and backed out of my driveway. I saw a few photographers taking photos. I didn't care in the moment, I was riding the high of amazing sex. Perhaps, the paps leaking the story of me and the mystery stylist would make her say fuck it. Perhaps she'd come back to me next weekend for another ride. I'm sure l'd have some wet dreams about it. For right now, I needed to go in to take a nap and build up my sperm again.

[mariaxxxxx]

Chapter 7 - Love at a slow pace

Summary: To save your nation You are given as a bride to a sea god.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

Work count: 1.806

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Her face was full of shame when two maids came to get her from her bed to take a shower and eat something. It was embarrassing enough being naked under the sheets, but her spirit almost left her body when the young maids observed the love marks on her body. The smug eyes your husband gave you made you want to throw him off the highest cliff straight to his death. The cloak placed on her body by the maids did little to hide the marks of her marital consummation. You realized how difficult it was to walk when you felt a lascivious pain in your hips and a great burning in your intimacy. Trying to keep what little you could, you forced your legs not to weaken along the way, but you weren't doing very well. You prayed to the gods that no one would see you in your most shameful state, but they were benevolent and in your path there were only stones and luminous worms.

The maids didn't say a word and didn't make a sound as they guided him to a hot spring. The water was warm, a bright milky color covered in yellow flower petals, the place was bathed in blue-green lights with luminous worms on the rocks overhead. There were also small openings in the rocks covered with thick greenish silk scarves and a large smooth stone around the edge with several clay pots with unknown drawings and acronyms.

One of the maids combed her hair and poured a pleasant-smelling brown liquid into her hair, the other washed her body with a sandy, pink substance that formed foam when rubbed. You sank your body into the water to relax, but such frivolity was interrupted with a wave of pain that surrounded your body. The maid who washes her body was rubbing her thighs with a sponge when, by accident, it touched her sensitive flesh.

You exclaimed in pain as you abruptly sat down on the fountain and the maids walked away from You with their heads bowed. Her hand felt the area and soon You felt the consequences of the intense love your husband gave you. Her pussy ached at the slightest contact and rivers of seed gushed from her walls. Your mother had warned you about the pain during and after coitus that could occur in your intimate area. You just didn't realize how much. You were too distracted groping your pussy with your fingers to discover the bruised spots when the maids left the bath room.

"Wife." Upon hearing that name, his face froze and his mind spun. Like a naughty child being caught doing something hidden from his parents You refused to look up. “It seems I didn���t make my wife satisfied enough. I need to fix my mistake.”

You quickly removed your hand from your pussy and, with great courage, looked up.

“I wasn’t…” You barely knew what you were apologizing for. Her husband raised his eyebrow at her explanation.

“Don’t touch yourself when I can do it for You.” He mutters as he goes through the cape, jewelry and shorts. His heart beat faster when he realized that he was as naked as you, approaching like a predator about to devour its prey.

“Touching me?” You questioned confused. He stopped before You.

“Yes, my beautiful wife.” He put his hand on her face. “Playing with yourself while I can do this myself.”

"Did i do something wrong?" You asked shyly fearing you had done something wrong. Your husband raised his eyebrows at You even more.

“Yes,” said K'uk'ulkan, tilting his head as he smiled. “Never touch that pussy without me there.”

“I-I-I...” You stammered in embarrassment, without adequate words in your mouth to try to answer him or apologize.

You didn't have much time to think of a good response as K'uk'ulkan threw his body against his, pressing your back against the edge of the hot spring. The instant he approached, K'uk'ulkan ran his hand right over the back of his neck and pulled him into his mouth. His lips came together in a hungry, desperate kiss. He put his tongue in your mouth, turning you into a mess.

Their lips continued to devour each other, tongues dancing together, while his hands roamed over her body. K'uk'ulkan had a firm hand on your back, pushing your body further against his. You were digging your nails into his shoulder, seeking support. K'uk'ulkan wasn't willing to stop at just kissing. Like a sneaky snake, he took his hand to your pussy and inserted them inside You.

You broke the kiss, and screamed at the sudden contact. You tried to close your legs when you felt the beginning of the pain that was increasing more and more, K'uk'ulkan stopped you from moving away by remaining with his hand on your back and removed his finger from your sore pussy. He gently kissed his neck.

"I hurt you?" she whispered in his ear.

“I don’t know...” You started to speak. “Our matrimonial activities left me unwilling for more.”

You could hear a giggle as his breath tickled your skin. His mind began to hurt at the possibility of having him unpleasant in such a short time of marriage. Maybe it was too early to impose her wishes, but before she could say anything her husband said:

“I will be patient with You, my beautiful wife. When you are ready, come and claim what is rightfully yours.”

A smile formed on her lips when she heard such beautiful and understanding words. You loved how much K'uk'ulkan, in such a short time, respected you and made you so comfortable. He knew how inexperienced you were and, at no point, did he make fun of you or make you do anything you didn't like.

"Thanks." You whispered as you closed your eyes and pulled him closer.

“Come, my beautiful wife. Let me take care of You.”

And he really did. K'uk'ulkan washed his body with care and adoration. Treating the sensitive parts with affection and getting a few laughs when he touched an area that tickled her. When he finished, he wrapped you in a white fabric and guided you, still naked, in his arms to the cabin where you shared intimate moments. He gave you a white dress and helped you get dressed, there were no adornments or extravagant hairstyles. And, internally, You thanked him for it; for allowing that moment to be of lightness.

K'uk'ulkan dressed in a white costume similar to his own, but with brown embroidery and personas printed on the fabric. You sat on a large rug and shared a beautiful meal. He laughed and You were embarrassed by how loudly his stomach growled when an old servant placed the food in front of him.

“It seems I haven’t fed my wife.” He made a funny sound with his mouth.

"I am really sorry." You said in a low voice. “It was impolite.”

“You apologize too much, wife.” He tilted his head slightly to the side. “Don’t feel embarrassed about anything. This is your home now.”

“I know, it’s just that...” You interrupted your own speech, afraid of sounding stupid. It wasn't the time to act like a scared child, but when you looked at him, you realized how much he expected You to speak, how much he was placing expectations on You. A feeling of security flooded your body, so you spoke. “It is not our custom for newlywed brides to expose their insecurities to their husband. Mom told me that she shouldn't do it quickly and shouldn't bother him with my questions. At least not in the first year of marriage.”

“Moms...” he said with an amused smile. “I respect your customs and You, my wife. But I ask that, by the gods, you never hide anything from me. Whether good or bad feelings. I am aware that I brought you to a foreign nation, I should not and cannot impose anything on you. Cry when you want and smile when you want. I will be patient and I will always be here for You.”

You saw K'uk'ulkan's face change and a beautiful smile appear on his lips. In that moment, he loved K'uk'ulkan with all his heart. Even in so few days, You understood what K'uk'ulkan had done. The words were right, only because he understood how much it hurt to be so far away. You and he continued to eat in silence, where only the sound of chewing could be heard. He smiled every time your eyes met and, like a fool in love, you did the same.

After the meal, the old woman came to You. Her husband came out of the hut to give them a moment among women. You didn't understand her and she didn't understand you either, but when a small bag of tea was placed in her left hand and a gelatinous substance in her right hand, you indirectly understood what she meant. Through gestures she pointed out that the ointment should be applied to her pussy and the tea should be drunk to open her uterus.

Moments like these were common in his homeland. The old crones were holders of the knowledge of conception and life, although You had been kept in ignorance most of Your life about the conception of a baby, You knew those two things. The ointment was used for wounds and skin pain, her mother often used it to heal her knee wounds and the tea was a mixture of herbs that increased fertility. His mother took it every morning. Once, in your childish nagging, You drank some of the tea without her seeing only to spit it out. Her mother found her spitting the liquid on the floor and scolded her and when you asked what that bad drink was for she just smiled and said: “You'll know, my girl. Your time will soon come.”

Now, here You were, being told to drink the tea to conceive a child. Her mother was right after all her turn to drink the horrible liquid had arrived. You thanked the old woman by placing your hand on your chest and bowing your head slightly as a sign of respect for her age and the shared knowledge. She repeated the gesture and left the cabin, leaving him alone. You kept the herbal mixture next to the reeds, deciding to drink it in the morning, like your mother did. She applied the ointment to her pussy in order to get rid of the burning as quickly as possible and serve her husband as quickly as possible.

When You finished, K'uk'ulkan entered the hut, You received him with the smile he returned.

"Come. Let’s get some sleep.” He extended his hand, you grabbed it.

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[edynsgarden]

The Orchid

Chapter 3

There had been whispers of an American Jujutsu sorcerer with a cursed technique that rendered them unstoppable. No one could identify this sorcerer by face, but they were recognizable by photos of each cursed spirit with an orchid beside it. Typically, gossip about foreign sorcerers did not carry across the ocean to Japan, the pillar of Jujutsu, but it seemed that this American sorcerer dubbed “the orchid” was the only topic of conversation in the Jujutsu world. While many higher ups and special grade sorcerers feared the arrival of The Orchid, Satoru Gojo was excited. Finally, a rival, an equal, or maybe… a lover.

Story Warnings: heavy smut, breeding kink, spanking, spitting, violence, mentions of abuse, blood

Chapter Warnings: none <3 (no smut this chapter)

Author's note: We've approached the station squad, next chapter is about to be gooood.

Chapter 0.5 - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Other than the twin bed, the rest of the room was simple, it was a long bedroom, not as cramped as her college dorm with one shared bathroom. “Okay then,” Shiloh responded nonchalantly, sitting on her new bed. Something about this girl perplexed Gojo. Not to say that she is ‘unlike other girls,’ but her stoicism was incredibly confusing. Gojo was used to girls fawning over him or being completely done with his annoying antics, but Shiloh, she got over things too quickly. He could tell that the living situation initially bothered her, but now she seemed completely fine. But, little did Gojo know that Shiloh was freaking the fuck out. Not because she minded the mess, she could conjure the same clothes but folded, but she didn’t know how she would live with Gojo. Unfortunately, with the constant flow of cursed energy that was flowing into her body, her ambition and sex drive are constantly high, so she literally cannot help but want to fuck Satoru. But it’s a-okay their beds are on the opposite side of the room. No worries. 

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Oh. My. Fucking. God Shiloh thought to herself. She had just finished conjuring all of her things and was exhausted, even though she didn't expend that much cursed energy to do so. But, what she was really “oh my fucking god-ing” about was Gojo, who just walked out of a steaming hot shower with nothing on but a white towel hanging low on his waist.  “Do you need something?” Gojo asked, plummeting Shiloh from her trance. “Nope, I am all good, just tired is all. I keep spacing out.”  Nice save Shiloh! She shoots! And she scores Shiloh prayed that Gojo didn’t notice her previous staring but the smirk on his face said otherwise. But how could she not? His tall, lean body was glistening from the water that dripped off of his platinum hair. He looked oiled up like some stripped in Las Vegas. Genuinely, he was hot enough to slide into Magic Mike and no one would notice.  “It’s alright, I get it. People can’t resist these washboard abs,” Gojo joked, flexing his muscles. God help me Shiloh pleaded, she understood that he was joking but her exhaustion killed her mental resolve, one more flex or movement and she would be hopping onto Satoru.  “Shut up. Boo, this is the worst show I’ve ever seen.” Shiloh said, standing up from the bed, an attempt to humble Satoru from his obnoxious posing. But seriously, she needed him to stop as soon as possible before she jumped his bones.  “Oh so you want more? I am not giving you enough Shy?” Oh. The air made a 180 shift, and Shiloh was getting hot. But she was no pussy (said pussy being extremely wet), but aside from that fact, she does not fuck around. So she had to play the game.  “I’m not quite sure you could handle what I want babe,” Shiloh cooed in a seductive tone.  Now Gojo wasn’t sure if he would be able to survive this conversation. Shiloh’s big, brown, doe eyes glistened as she spoke, never breaking eye contact. Shiloh subtly bit her bottom lip, sucking on her cheek with a smirk.  “Oh I doubt you could handle me, babe” Gojo spoke in a mere whisper. Their faces are intimately close, noses almost touching. Shiloh licked her luscious lips, Gojo too readied himself for a night yet to come, a tent forming in his pants. And before anyone could blink, Gojo quickly gripped the back of Shiloh’s head, pulling her into a deep kiss. He didn’t understand what was wrong with him, he was never this weak, but this girl had flipped his world upside down. Shiloh fell into the kiss, pulling the two down a rabbit hole of attraction and lust. But, their moment was temporarily cut short when Gojo slightly pulled away to say “This isn’t right. But I’m okay with being wrong.” “I guess two wrongs do make a right.” 

[deans-baby-momma]

The Hunter and The Sheriff - Chapter 3

Dean didn't want to do it, he tried to stave it off as long as he could but when Donna touched his balls while his cock was being squeezed by her tight throat his cum shot out of him like a bullet.

Donna hummed as he throbbed and pumped her gullet full, swallowing every single drop and licking the remnants from his member as she slowly backed off.

“Mmmm delicious,” she purred as she sat back on her feet and looked up at him through her eyelashes.

He smiled down at her in adoration. Dean felt as if he had died and went to Heaven, again. Only Heaven was a busty, full-figured woman with curly blonde hair.

Dean helps Donna up off the floor and they flop onto the bed once again, giggling and laughing at the wet spot on the sheets.

They lay in bed the rest of the night and regaled each other with stories, from Donna growing up in Hastings to Dean telling her about almost being taken out by a sharp piece of metal.

The sun was just beginning to rise as the two lovers dozed off to sleep, wrapped in one another's arms.

The sun was blinding and he could hear birds chirping outside as Dean’s mind woke up. He smiled as he remembered where he was and why he was so fucking tired. After driving eight hours to get to Donna, they spent the rest of the night fucking like animals…. just like Donna had said.

Dean never knew Sheriff Donna Hanscum was such a vivacious and spirited lover. She was so reserved and shy before but god damn if Dean would complain. He knew he has met his match and he was fucking loving every minute of it.

Donna’s head was on his chest and her arm was draped across his stomach, her fingers tickling along his side. He opened his eyes and looked down at the mess of blonde curls that were littering across his body.

“I wanna take you out,” he rasps. “On a date.”

Donna’s head whips up and she looks at him stunned.

“Really? Like, for reals?”

“For reals,” he chuckles. “I wanna treat you right. Doug 1 and 2 didn’t do it and I don’t think any man has ever treated you like you should be treated.”

“And how’s that?” Donna asks, bringing her hand up to his chest and putting her chin on it to look up at him.

“Like a fucking goddess, Don! You are the epitome of someone who should be cherished and treasured.”

“Are you just saying that because you’re fucking with me?” she asks and then laughs. “That statement could go either way. Either you’re joking with me or it’s because you have been literally fucking me?”

“You’re adorable,” he says with a smile and kisses her forehead. “I like you Donna. Hell, I think I have always been attracted to you but, in this life, you know sometimes you just have to put things to the side and deal with them later.”

“Are you saying you want to be my boyfriend?”

Dean rolls his eyes but there’s a smirk on his face. “Well I am a boy and I think I’m your friend. So I kinda already am aren’t I?”

“Oh honey. There ain’t nothing boy about you. You are all man. 110% man. You’re my manfriend.”

“So does that make you my womanfriend?”

“Yep,” Donna says and then pushes herself up. Dean misses the heat of her body next to his but he definitely enjoys the view of Donna’s ample bosom bouncing with her movements. He savors the sight as she stands and turns toward him, still in her birthday suit.

His eyes rake over her body, from her robust but shapely breasts over her plump tummy and down to the motherland. Her mound is neatly trimmed with just a faint tuft of blonde curls hiding the most delicious pussy he’s ever had. Her thighs touch but to Dean, that just makes her even more sexy.

“Oompha,” Donna says and grabs his attention back to her face. “You keep looking like you're going to devour me and we’ll never get out of this room.”

“That a bad thing?”

“It is when I got the evening shift and I need to get ready,” Donna tells him.

“Oh, yea. I guess so,” Dean says as he sits up in the bed, his back against the headboard. “Well, while you are out keeping the wonderful townspeople safe, I need to run some errands myself. Where’s the nearest men’s store?”

“Wal-Mart is-” Donna begins but stops and pinches her lips together as Dean throws the sheet off his body and stands on the opposite side of the bed. Her eyes are automatically drawn to his cock, swinging between his bowed legs. “-I just can’t get over how that fit inside me. It’s so thick and long and..” she trails off into a whimper but then shakes her head and brings her eyes back to Dean’s face. “Wal-Mart is 15 miles east of here.”

Dean smiles, the first genuine smile he can remember in a long time. Donna is just so pure and good. She is completely adorable.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up so you can get to work and I can go buy something to wear on our date.”

They once again share a shower but keep it chaste, only touching to wash each other’s backs.

Donna is dressed in her uniform and Dean is in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, as he sees her off, opening the door and kissing her deeply before slapping her ass and shooing her out the door.

As Dean watches Donna leave in her patrol car, he smiles once again genuine and actually happy.

‘I could get used to this,’ he thinks to himself.

His phone rings and he sees that it’s Sam calling.

“Hey Sam, everything alright?”

He listens as Sam says he was just calling to make sure Dean was fine since he hadn’t come back to the Bunker.

“Yea, yea. I’m good. Just needed a breather. Ya know, that was a close call on that last hunt. Just needed to get my head back on straight. I’ll be home in a few days.”

Dean stares at the objects in front of him. He shouldn’t have done it but he was bored and boredom leads to mischief.

It just so happens that his mischief was the mistake of going through Donna’s closet. When he found the box shoved in the very back of the room, he should’ve left it there. He shouldn’t have pulled it out and carried it to the bed.

He damn sure shouldn’t have opened it. Because what he found inside not only troubled him but had him questioning a lot also.

He knew the items inside were Donna’s because he saw her name and address clearly on the mailing label. What he didn’t understand was why she would have these in her possession. What was her plan? Had she used these before?

Then he briefly recalls her words while he was ramming into her just a few hours prior. Oh. Oh. Oh! She wasn’t just talking dirty to be talking dirty. She really does have toys….and a few torture devices by the looks of it.

Dean picks up a pair of handcuffs that - sure, a Sheriff needs handcuffs - but not ones with red fur around the bracelets. He jiggles them in his hand, letting them hang from his fingertip and is impressed with the weight of the shackles.

They’re not flimsy like others he has seen and has used with other lovers. Those broke way too easily, but these….these were meant to hold their victims captive and bound.

His dick twitched at the idea of Donna fettering him up and having her way with him. The imagery in his mind had his dick standing at attention in no time. He knew she was going to be gone for a few more hours so he decided to use a couple of the more vanilla items and relieve himself.

Dean quickly found out just how difficult it was to utilize an anal plug on himself. Everytime he began he would tense up and have to start over. Once the little bulb was seated in his ass, he took the tight cock ring and worked it over his throbbing member until it was in place at the root.

He reached over and brought the bottle of lube he’d been using on the plug and squirted a generous amount in his hand before wrapping his fingers around himself. The liquid was cool but assisted in his movements.

As he jacked off, he thought back to just this morning, of Donna standing at the side of the bed, no longer ashamed and bashful in his presence. No she was comfortable in her body and confident and that was the biggest turn on if there ever was one.

Dean could feel his balls begin to draw up as he kept stroking and squeezing and turning his hand just so right at the bottom of the head of his dick. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer and he’d still have time to clean up before Donna came home from her shift.

Donna. The one woman that was getting under his skin. She was seeing the part of Dean that he kept hidden from the world. The Sheriff was unknowingly weaseling her way right into his heart, in ways Dean never could have expected.

As he thinks of the busty blonde Sheriff and the smoking hot body she hides under her uniform, he quickly finds his release, his seed shooting out and landing on his groin and lower abdomen.

He gets his breathing back to normal and works the cockring off his flaccid member before doing the same with the plug.

While cleaning himself and disinfecting the toys with the sanitary spray that he found in the bag, he smiles as he thinks of all the crazy ways he and Donna could use the bag of items.

Noticing the time, he is surprised that in less than an hour Donna would be off the clock; headed to him, and their date….that he still needed to get ready for.

For the second time that day, Dean showers, and steps out onto the rug to dry off and get dressed.

He saunters into Donna’s room with the towel wrapped around his waist, feeling right at home. He didn't have to hide his insecurities behind a mask of masculinity and bravado here. It was refreshing.

He dresses and walks back into the bathroom to toss the towel in the hamper and style his hair. When he hears the front door open, he smiles at himself in the mirror. My love is home runs through his mind and that stops him in his tracks.

When did that happen? When did a good time between two friends lead to love? Sure, they were screwing but he'd fucked plenty of women though the years and he'd never thought of them as love.

Lovers, maybe. Lisa, Cassie, Anna. They were lovers but he never thought of them as his love. Donna was different, though.

Donna knew his life; she understood it. She helped even. They have a mutual bond- a connection. Could that be it?

He felt this way because they understood one another on a deeper level than he'd ever experienced, ‘that had to be it right?’

“Honey, I'm home!” Donna says as she enters the bedroom and strolls into the bathroom where Dean is having his internal conflict. “Heya handsome. You sure look nice. Give me half an hour and I'll be ready for our date.”

Donna strips out of her uniform and underclothes before stepping into the shower. What she didn't notice was Dean still staring at himself in the mirror and not at her, like he'd done since they began their arrangement.

Dean finally snaps out of it and speaks, “I'll be in the kitchen waiting.”

“Sure thing,” Donna responds.

Dean paces in the kitchen as he contemplates when and how his feelings for Donna had changed.

When did he go from being a friend, a fuck buddy to this? To thinking of Donna as his… anything.

Sure they had confirmed their status just this morning but he wasn't expecting these feelings so quickly.

‘Oh fuck! I have feelings. I'm a goddamn chick flick!’

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[beevean]

Give each NFCV and Nocturne character ratings, as in scores :P

Why must you hurt me in this way.

Trevor: 7/10. A cliché personality, but enjoyable enough, and with a nice mini arc in S1. Too bad he was turned from protagonist to silly comic relief by S2.

Sypha: 5/10. She's supposed to be the plucky innocent girl, but she's just too rude and insensitive, and not even by design.

Alucard: 1/10. A cunt with a bad boob job.

Dracula: 9/10 in S1, 5/10 in S2. He started out so well in the first episode, being actually the grief-stricken monster he was supposed to be... and then he became a Stupid Old Depressed Man for the sake of propping up Carmilla. bruh.

Lisa: 4/10. Way less likeable than she appears. She's condescending towards the peasants she supposedly wants to help and she doesn't give a single shit about her only son, even preferring to let him grieve the death of his parents.

Hector: 8/10 in S2, 5/10 in S3, 2/10 in S4. Started out as a promising character with an unique worldview and genuinely morally grey. Became nothing more than a punching bag for Ellis, losing his personality and dignity in one fell swoop. Will always be remembered as the dude who fell for vampire pussy. The way he was written in S4, which was supposed to "fix" him, makes me want to destroy a house by punching it.

Isaac: 2/10. He gains some points by being the only character with a coherent character arc, even if rushed like hell. But he's still a pretentious prick who got unfairly sucked off by the story and nowhere near as "deep" as his fans tout - he was just lucky to be the only character written with respect in the shitstorm that was S3.

Carmilla: 3/10. She's like Mephiles and Starline all rolled into one unlikable OC villain who only exists to paint Dracula in a bad light. She seems like a mastermind manipulator only because everyone around her lost IQ points exponentially. She became utterly irrelevant after S2 and had a grandiose death for nothing. She could have been much more, but this is what happens when a sexist pig writes a radfem villain.

Lenore: 1/10. That one point is because she had the potential to be an interesting, fleshed out antagonist with again an intriguing grey morality. But she had the misfortune of being written by a hack who can't give his characters a consistent personality and a sex pest with a clear dommy mommy fetish, so she became rape apologism bait and now she pisses me off at sight :D

The Lesbians: who?/10. Waste of good character designs. At least Striga was used for Berserk bait.

The Japanese not-twins: 0/10. Completely pointess torture porn fodder.

St. Germain: 8/10 in S3, 5/10 in S4. Pretty enjoyable in his first appearance, and surprisingly faithful to the game counterpart in spirit. I didn't even mind his descent into villainy, in theory. But let's just say that his motivation is... lacking. and hilarious.

Death: fuck/10. He's the ShTH of NFCV.

Richter: 6/10. Not too bad? I don't understand the hatred for him. He's perfectly inoffensive, if not bland. The only line that made me go "bruh" was him correcting the girls about the meaning of "fraternity" lol

Maria: 4/10. This is not a character. This is a parody of a communist teen on Twitter.

Annette: 1/10. As I said multiple times, she doesn't feel like a character, but as carefully engineered rage bait.

Tera: don't care/10.

Abbot: 4/10. I would care about his conflict more if he wasn't the stupidest man alive. Also his Devil Forging machine sucks ass.

Cecile: 3/10. Maybe don't teach your student that she is perfectly in the right in looking down her white French friends...?

Edouard: WHEN I'M LAID/10.

Olrox: 7/10. As for now, he's fairly interesting, mainly because of his intrigue. A bit too try hard, though.

Bara Agent Stone: bro really was shocked at the abbot having a child when he was happily sticking his dick in a male vampire/10

Sun Thundercat: 0/10. By far the worst villain I've ever seen in any kind of story.

Tiddied Isaac: 4/10. I would like her more for her unapologetic style (calling it "personality" is a stretch) if she didn't expose the sheer hypocrisy in the fandom :^)

[itsyagurlchip]

٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭  ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Hell ofa Ride٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭  ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰

✰⋆⁺ warnings: crack(!) I'm mean full on (!) moxxie's pov(!) cussing(!) like some real vulgar things(!) singing(!) reader is aro/ace coded if u squint(!) Moxie being a theater kid(!) guns(!) blood(!) y/n is being used (😱)(!) gore(!) I probably gotta go to church after this-(!)

✰⋆⁺Maybe I just want to loose my mind, or possibly vent. Arentcha tired of bein nice? dontcha just wanna go apeshit?

✰⋆⁺ You may have been afraid before, but you aren't anymore. LETS FUCK SHIT UP!!! I wonder what caused you to snap? Better yet, how do we put you back together? hell if I know 🤷🏾‍♀️.

On the news Katie Killjoy announced:

"Welcome back to the news!!"

"Yes- and here we are! My name is-" Tom suddenly got pushed out of his seat.

"No one gives a shit you pussyfart!!" Katie lashed out, with her arm stretched out to Tom's direction.

"On this cockblocked day we have the weakest shit you can find! Nothing more than a shooting at Straight Pride Square!!" (I wonder who the hell named that) "Take a look!" she said, as the camera zoomed in on reader and Blitzø shooting up a candy store, stealing a many treats as they could.

The camera zoomed even more on (Y/N)'s face to show how hard they were laughing. The TV turned off.

"Oh dear! What's going on with them? They're usually so kept together- and, you know, peaceful! dare I say shy!" Millie had walked in the room, bringing a cup to her lips as her brows furrowed in concern.

"Id blame the boss" Moxxie says, "I'll be back honey" He sighed as he stood up and walked to the door.

"Love you Mox! Don't die ❤️" Millie cheered!

"actually do it fatty" Loona demanded.

And he was off! into Imp city he goes! Adventurous as he was, Moxxie did have to admit he was feeling some fear,

'but not onto the brink of cowardice!', Moxxie recited in his head. His finger erected (hehe) into the air as he thought to himself,

"I gotta keep moving!" The thought of finding his shy friend filled him with determination. Moxxie marched on forward, head up and feet dodging and sidestepping nasty liquids!

The walk was getting a bit boring- so why not sing a little improv?

I save dick by giving it cpr~

let's watch-

HOLY SHIT! A car zoomed past him at Max speed! phew! that was close...-!

*POW POW POW*

Dear Satan? is that-!?

*more gun sounds*

Unholy cow, it is!!!

"(Y/N)???!?!"

The demon was on a shooting spree, gunning left and right everywhere they could.

"Oh, hey Pussy 😁👋" They replied back, swinging the machine gun around. Moxxie brought his hands up immediately.

"T-thats n-not my-" *GUH GUH GUH GUH (please pretend these are gunshots) * "-name.." The imp cowered out.

"Don't give a fuck🙄. Anyways- look at what Blitzø taught me 🤪" (Y/N) said as they brought the bazooka to the sky, spinning in a circle as she kills off atleast 30 flying creatures.

"um- (Y/N)? w-we should probablygobacktotheofficebeforesomethingbad-"

*BOW BOW BOW*

The new gun they had sent powerful sounds, as well as blows, to anyone in a mile radius. Their hair flew back as the impact from the gun expelled as much air as the reader pleased.

"Uhhhh- yea, imma go-"

"OH NO YOU DOING YOU MAN WHORE! COME AND GET SOME ACTION!!!" Blitzø suddenly arrived, throwing a few shotguns at the poor man. *BANG BANG BANG*

"YEA 🤩 GET IN ON THIS ACTION 😝😝(PAUSE)" The reader added on, getting a double homicide as a couple died by their will.

"yo ass fat gurl! lemme get a piece" someone in the background, who definitely doesn't matter, slid unattractively. Man, where did he come from?.

It didn't really matter, they were gonna die anyway. You then mumbled to yourself in irritation, noticing you missed a shot to that cannibalistic grandma you hate.

"Damn hag...Also- to whoever said that, your mom's a hoe 😌" They said, instantly piercing a bullet into the exact person who said that. His body fell from a roof with a splat, with some of the blood landing on Mox's face.

so that's where he was hiding. huh.

"YEAH, THATS THE SPIRIT (Y/N)!!!" Blitzo yelled as he strategically headshot 10 people in a row. He threw a few more bags of ammo at you, to which you caught, as he cackled and crankled at the chaos surrounding this part of the city.

"so, why are we killing people? I mean- we weren't payed for it, so-" *POW* Moxie just barely missed the opportunity to duck as a thick bullet slightly grazed his striped horns.

"SAY SOMETHING ELSE MOX POX 😡😡I DARE YOU 🥸🫵 SAY ANOTHER WORD AND YOU GONNA SEE A NEW LIGHT, AND YO WIFE IS GONNA SEE A NEW SPOUSE 😏😼😼" You shouted, pointing your weapon at him and thrusting your hips at the air.

"But I thought you were-!?" A gun from the background aggressively clicks. "I- ok..." Moxie fearfully replied, getting the dirty work done before he lost the love of his life as well as his own.

bullets pierced the air, as well as bodies, into the red sky, and onto the deep red ground. no one was safe from the reader's wrath. which is ironic because they're in the pride ring.

A few hours later, the 2 imps and the demon finally started their treck on home. that is if you can count shaking in a petrified way while being carried by your boss as walking.

Moxie started to theorize on why you had such a change in behavior, especially one like this! Did you have stinkmeaner's essence within you? were you perhaps a relative of the hateful spirit??? Have you unlocked something truly destructive to this hell???

And somehow you figured out how to speak with emojis? What the hell!!? That's a theory for another day.

Because that's just a theory. He couldn't prove anything even if he wanted to- Heck, Lucifer himself wouldn't even believe his words!

Man, it was a helluva ride. A ride Moxie never wanted to go on again.

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[writingsofwesteros]

I've been inspired by the new episode and that scene of Alicole with Alicent getting her pussy ATE;

Canon era Daenora, who we all know is the wildest of wild untamable spirits in any AU, and in this au, Alicent has always been strict and pounded into her head how she must guard her virtue, her maidenhead, and all that. She got reprimanded for getting caught in nearly-almost compromising positions with both brothers (Though her sleepovers with Helly are safe)

Daenora didn't think anything of it when she entered her mother's chambers and Ser Criston wasn't at the door, but when as she shut the doors behind her, she staggered back in shock. The sworn sword, the man who was like a father to her, on his knees with his head buried between her mother's thighs, as Alicent fought to restrain her moans. "You fucking hypocrite," Daenora spat, scoffing as they hastened to preserve any shred of dignity they might have. "Daenora!" Alicent quickly came over to her, but Nora shoved her hand off her. "You liar, you- you sanctimonious liar!" "You have suffocated me with your lectures of a woman's purity, and honor, and here you are, getting your cunt feasted on by your sworn sword!" She shouted. "Princess-" "Do not-" She could barely look at them. "Do not dare speak to me, Ser Criston, for I cannot find it within myself to look at you." The knight shrunk back, as Alicent's eyes filled with tears, and she pleaded, "My love-" "Do not touch me," Nora hissed. "You have constantly made me, the blood of the dragon, feel inferior for not living up to your notions of righteousness, how dare you?" She shook her head, stepping back before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She didn't know where her feet were taking her, until she stormed into Aegon's chambers, his crown on a table as he and Aemond were drinking wine and speaking, and they both looked up and saw the fury on her face. "Sister," Aemond quickly came over to her, as Aegon, despite his tipsy demeanor, found his way over to her seconds later. "What is it? What's happened?" Aegon asked her, guiding her face up to look up at them both. Nora said nothing, and without hesitation, she pulled Aegon by his shirt in for a kiss, her tongue moving messily against his, and when she finally released him, he caught his breath as she did the same to Aemond. Both brothers responded with intense fervor to her kiss, and when she released Aemond, she thought to herself, 'Fuck Mother. She can say nothing, when she learns that not one, but both brothers have taken by maidenhead tonight. I'm done holding back.'

"Nora-" She cut Aemond off, and said to both of them in a husky voice, "What is it? Do you not want me?" "Of course we do," Aegon rasped. "More than anything- we are dragons, one sister is not enough, we must have both." Aemond growled. "Then I suggest you both get my gown off and fuck me, or perhaps I'll seek the help of my Kingsguard."

Unless Viserys is alive, the hypocrisy doesn't stand (and even then..)..people have been wild that's for sure about what's happened with Alicole.

"More than anything- we are dragons, one sister is not enough, we must have both." Aemond growled. GO AEMOND !!!!!!!!

[lwde-haven]

Dungeon of Sult: Ruby and the Giant. After Ruby staggers away from the Nerdblin, she desperately attempts to salvage some of her pride and worth as a heroine. She was a huntress, a defender of people everywhere! When the Giant bars her path, she charges forward with a valiant cry!

This lasts roughly as long as it takes the Giant to contemptuously swing his hips and slap her full in the face with his cock. The heft of it, even only half hard, is enough to bring her to her knees. Her Aura should be protecting her, but instead she can feel every sadistic blow as the Giant repeatedly swings his fat cock into her face and splatters her with his precum.

His pheromones were already bad enough just like that, but when he finally shoves Ruby face first into his nuts she has to endure the raw force of his addictive scent without the slightest gasp of oxygen to dilute it.

In the end, Ruby is forced to confront the question of whether or not the pretty silver eyes that marked her out as having a special destiny would look even prettier with a face that was constantly smeared with ballsweat and giant cum.

(the person who submitted the other Sult Ruby asks has other ideas to progress the story, we can say this is a "What if" Bad end scenario since this is from someone different) It finally dawned on Ruby just how utterly humiliated she had been in this adventure. Perhaps it's the lustful magic of the dungeon, the unending barrage of pleasure that's been attacking her, or Ruby is just a natural-born slut, but Ruby was tired of it all. When Ruby saw the giant, along with its offending, massive cock. Being nearly twice her size despite being flaccid. It reminded her of everything wrong in this dungeon. Something snapped in her, and she charged the Giant, who actually hadn't done anything. In response, the giant lazily span a little, the tip of his cock smacking Ruby straight in the face. The blow was weak, but the Giant was so big it was enough for Ruby to see stars, and a lot of pre-cum. Ruby was brought down, and forced to inhale his pre due to how smeared her face was. The pheromones hit her HARD, and the slutty girl couldn't help but lick her covered lips thirstily. Ruby moaned at the taste and smell, but she quickly tried to snap back to reality, slapping her face to break out of it. The giant did something a little similar, gently slapping her face with his massive prick every time she tried to defy him. Ruby was a cum drunk mess from this incredible smell, her will very close to shatter. "T-think t-this is enough to s-stop me?" Ruby asked the giant, stuttering as if she were wasted. "This is." The giant said for the first time, before using his pinkie to shove Ruby's head into his massive balls. They were nearly three times the size of her head, and Ruby drowned in their musk. "Mph! Mhpph! MMPPH!" But Ruby's muffled complaints quickly died down, being replaced by whorish moans and slurping noises. "Mmh~ *slurp* Mhhhpppp...~" The young Rose smooched his balls lovingly, licking away in worship. Hearts in her silver eyes that were still masked by the giant ballsack. Sensing her submission, the giant released Ruby's head from his crotch. The huntress pulled away only to take a quick breath before diving right back in. Now, completely addicted to giant balls and cocks. Ruby didn't speak, only kissing and licking, but her body language could only mean one thing. 'I am yours'. The Giant had defeated Ruby's mind and spirit, the end of her journey drew near. ~ ~ ~ Despite the passing years, Ruby's body grew unchanged by time, a 'blessing' of the dungeon of Sult giving her absolute immortality. Ruby didn't need to eat or drink to survive either, but she always had her fill. Her owner made sure of it. Most of her time was spent, sitting on the base of the wandering giant's monster cock. Hugging around its length and grinding her pussy against it, worshiping it at all times. Tending and polishing his balls only when he rested, and drinking his pre-cum and sperm as if it were nectar of the gods. Sometimes masturbating or putting on a little show when her master grew bored, and wanted something a little special. This was Ruby's life now, a glorified penis decoration and cleaner for all eternity. And she loved every single second of it.

[its-the-val-pal]

Prompt #28: Blunt

"I always appreciate when you give me compliments. Because I know you mean them," she had said.

"F'course I do," the Seeker replied. "F'ya ask me, people don't get 'em enough. Idunno f'they're afraid of what people'll think of 'em or f'they're worried it'll make 'em seem weak or what. I say fuck that. People deserve 'em more. Helps 'em. Makes 'em feel better 'bout themselves. Sometimes ya get t'a point where ya can't even look yerself in th'mirror an' think anythin' good 'bout yerself. An' if ya can't help yourself an' everyone around's too much'f a pussy t'lift your spirits, what then? I give people compliments 'cause they deserve 'em. An' Idunno what kinda day they're havin' but I hope it helps a bit either way."

Val had always been blunt. He'd always spoken his mind. He didn't care what it made people think of him, and he often rarely cared for the consequences. Sometimes it landed him in a brawl. Sometimes it landed him in another's good graces. Always it ended with the person knowing who he was and what he was about, and that was far more important to him than anything else.

It was as much one of his good qualities as it was one of his infuriating ones. It was difficult for him to keep his mouth shut when it came to calling someone out. Even when decorum was required or it was certainly the better path to take. But just as much, one could always count on him to tell them precisely how he felt about a situation and exactly what he thought they should do. An honest, earnest companion.

Even while his life had been slowly crumbling around him, he'd made an honest effort to uplift those he knew. If he couldn't find happiness on his own, the least he could do was spread it to everyone in his vicinity. If he was going to be alone, he could ensure everyone else held some warmth; comfort that another was there for them. And while the idea of such certainly made him sad at times, he was happier knowing that others could find some sort of solace in all of that. And perhaps that happiness was all he had left. Or all he thought he might have left. The lonely road he had opted to wander down in lieu of chasing his own hedonistic pleasures, knowing that they too would only end in disappointment and sadness.

[moeitsu]

This shit-post is dedicated to my weird ass friends and the most out of pocket things they've said that I've written in the quote book I've kept in my notes since 2019. Enjoy:

The mayonnaise did wonders for my hair. -P

The Holy Spirit does not want to suck your balls. -E

That's the scariest thing about Halloween...young women. -N

You can put long pasta in there! -E You mean spaghetti? -M

I don't know what blood type I am, is there an app for that? -G

You already said you wouldn't eat my ass -E

What's your major? -K Oh, I'm American. -G

I'm gonna shit in that trash can. -G

Are we about to exchange insurance cards? -J

I'm pretty sure I don't wanna warm my pussy by the fire. -M

Ugh, I don't wanna be a femboy! -M

If you're so worried about the angles then just stick your fingers in the hole. -M

I wish I could be off the grid. -M Like homeless people? -E

Who needs bleach when you have discharge. -J

Why are there panties in your hat? -G

I think I'm mentally disabled. -M No, you're just mentally ill. -E

It could be a deer with down syndrome. -D

I remember when the only app they had was angry birds. -J

Now that's the kind of guy who should be reproducing. -J

Cute rhymes with stupid. -N

No arms, no legs, not even living. But watches porn. -R

Sweaty balls doesn't sound very appetizing. -T

You're starting to look like a real girl again. -N

I always poop in other people's houses. It's how I establish dominance. -T

No sir, I am from Boston. All I know is drink coffee and cuss. -M

The gas station bathroom was treacherous. Pretty sure I saw blood on the walls. -C

If it doesn't cure you, it'll kill you! -Z

Bone dry dunes? That's where you go when you run out of cum. -E

I live by the thee S's: serve, slay, survive. -G

I will not participate in the ass licking. -E

You white people always have cool ancestors. My ancestors were slaves. -S My ancestors were responsible for that. -G

That gives me a free pass to call you a bitch. I'll take it. -N

Would anyone wanna buy my wick-less candles? Shameless plug I know. -K

C'mere, come into my womb. -G

I like your dads meat. -E

Our family funds the entire therapy on the north shore. -B

You can't be this smart w/o massive mental health problems. -B

She doesn't like gay people? -M Nope, she's up in the air about black people too. -P

We're back to our regularly scheduled racism. -R

That's abortion money, not pedicure money. -K

I'm gonna give you a disability if you don't stop. -M

I can always fuck up chicken. Especially the breast. -N

Nice parking job Alabama. Was your sister giving you head while you were driving? -N

I don't think calories are real. I've never seen one. -M

Do you even know what man boobs are? -E It's literally in the name. -M

Can't men flick their nipples off? -E

Well, 5 out of 6 of us were born with a full spine. -E

What's the point of having a gf if you can't objectify her? -N

Mother fucker we don't own straws. We broke as shit. -N

You're like a lollipop triple dipped in psycho flavor. -P

What are you just not gonna feed your kid so you can afford to go to Disney? -A

Do you think she's trans? Like she was a dude and now she's a guy? -N You mean she was a dude and now she's a girl? -M

The boogeyman wants to suck you're toes. -M He would never, he's asexual. -P

We need a new toilet. -P This is American made! This is a quality toilet! -A

There's no one as Irish as Barack Obama. -N

She called me autistic! -P Well, it couldn't hurt to get tested. -A

The shirt says 'wicked strong' -M It should say 'wicked annoying' -N

What bitch is blowing up your phone? -M Literally your Dad. -N

I'm a white girl, of course I love cheese. -S

Why do bad things keep happening to me? Don't they know who I am! -N

It's because I feel safe here. -M Well, maybe you shouldn't. -N

The real magic happens when you embrace the delusion. -K

Oh look, the Trump tower! What if it just blows up? -R

I'm gonna be honest, I didn't finish the Bible. It's on my DNF shelf. Adam and Eve? I need enemies to lovers. -B

A woman bit me, I'm gonna become a prostitute. No! -S

Technically, I'm bisexual. -M You're too old for labels. -G