#his expression FFFUCKS

[malavera]

“Shh, can you be quiet?” (18+) Logan Howlett Headcanon

pairing: dom!logan howlett x female reader

warning: SMUT! MDNI. Reader being on top, reader and logan fucking beside’s sleeping wade on the couch, logan’s filthy mouth, orgasm denial

taglist: @wildlyobsessive @velvrei comment if you want to be tagged!

p.s: he looks so deliciously mean in this gif ooo

it was a movie night for you three that of course, wade wants to have in once a week.

it’s actually either he’s really meant it so he could feel like a family and that because he really loves you and Logan, or it’s actually because he wants to watch and listen to you both having sex

“if we do this we’re really giving into what he wants.” you rolled your eyes after spitting the facts to Logan

he grunts before he roughly grip your hips and move you back and forth on top of his clothed cock

“i don’t care. i just want to get inside you right now, fuck you’re so sexy, baby.” you fluttered your eyes shut leaning hour head back and softly moan

“shh, you gotta be quiet though. asleep or not, i don’t want this little shit listening to your sexy moans, only i get to.” Logan grunts

“you know i can’t.” you whimper

Logan hissed and grunts before he ripped your shorts off along with your panties with ease

he roughly stuff your panties into your mouth as you rolled your eyes from finding this situation rather hot

and there it goes, his thick and veiny cock penetrating you with him guiding you down to take it all in

“urghh..” Logan quietly groaned, leaning his head back against the cushion

“fuck… such a good pussy.” he whispered to himself with his eyes closed

if you could moan out loud, you would but instead you just lean your head back and start riding his cock

as much as he wants you to be quiet, it didn’t seem like he’d want to keep his mouth shut

he’s whispering all kinds of filth to your ear and he knows the effect of his voice in your ear

just by speaking very low sends chill down your spine

“fuck look at you, always ready to be my cock slut.”

“yeah..? yeah.. haha keep going bub.”

imagine his breathy laughs mixed with his grunts…

“fucking me cock so good bub, argh god.” you whimpered, eyebrows scrunched together watching him lean back for a second rolling his eyes to the back of his head

“come on baby, make me cum.” he taunts

“yeah… yeah haha keep it like that..”

“mmhmm.. keep going.”

you abruptly stopped, in fact almost froze when you heard wade’s grunt

you twist your head to find him still asleep

logan’s hand grabbed your chin and roughly turns your point of view back to him

“hey, who told you to stop? no one. keep going.” you whimpered before you begin riding him again this time with all the strength you have

“that’s it bub… there you go.” logan’s hand sneaks up from your torso to grab your neck, choking you

and thats what made you ride him faster

“are you gonna cum for me?” you nodded your head frantically

“you gotta make me cum first bub, come on. faster. yeah yeah yeah.. ggrhh.”

you whimpered, shutting your eyes

“fffuck… i’m cumming- i’m cumming-.. i’m gonna c-cum-” logan’s thigh stuttered before he jolted his hips upwards stopping you from moving as he is reaching his high to fill you with his warm cum

“o-ohh.. fuck fuck..” logan panted, emptying his load inside you

“gahh.. fuck.” he leans back against the cushion, you watching him with doe eyes

you haven’t reached your high, it’s very unusual for him to deny your orgasm unless… you did something wrong

logan chuckles from looking at your expression

“don’t worry bub. you’ll get to cum. only this time, and i’ll be saying it once more, this time only.” you look at him dumbfounded before he peered his eyes to the side and you follow

it was who is already staring at you with a smirk

“ooohhh yes i promise you peanut, but if she comes crawling back for my cock, don’t blame me.”

and i oop.

[reshinless]

hear ye hear ye

imagine kinichs nightsoul burst activating... mid sex... feralkinichferalkinichfer-

its alr if it doesn't abide by ur rules and/or ur too stressed!! pls take care of urself <3

he doesn't know what triggered it- but ssshit he felt even hornier than earlier.

your cheeks flared with red, dusting your cheeks a pretty crimson as you held a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet. yet your lover, kinich's hand reached almost chasing it away.

"l- let me hear y- you hhnngh-" he whispered desperately, hunger and list continued throughout his voice. it was clear he became much more.. needy than before.

his hurried thrusts into your sweet cunt had gotten him almost lovesick, waiting for your climax.

excitedly, a plethora of emotions slowly got to his head, pleasure and list dominantly taking over.

he felt almost overwhelmed, and vulnerable.. he shouldn't feel this good—shit he knows you've been together for long.. but embarassment was something he didn't wanna feel in front of you..

so embarassed of the sight of your body, and feeling his cock move on its own, into the soft folds of your entrance.

"ahhn- haah.. s'good, mmmfffuckkk.." stammering, and whimpering small apologies as if it was his fault. his hips thrust at an unsteady beat as if muscle memory kicked in.

"mmf- can i cum inside you? fffuck, p- please?" his whines spoke to you themselves—gosh he needed you like a little puppy in heat. such a different, and much more wild thinking style he couldn't think of anything else when it came to you,

but even the knot in your own stomach got tighter. damn, you were a sight, if only kinich could speak. the robust pounding that came from his cock, and into your entrance felt like a dream. all the other times you both made love were more on the vanilla side if anything.

his back laid atop yours, watching your every expression in the mirror in front as you rolled your eyes back, your head throwing back as well. your eyebrows knitting oh-so-perfectly fuck he could do this forever.

you craved this kind of kinich. one would put you in your place whenever he liked, taking you right then and there as soon as you both got into the car. but you also preferred the kinich who cared deeply about you, pulling chairs out for you at the fancy restaurants you went out to. (marry a man who can do both LOL)

whines and wails drag themselves out of your mouth—kinich hadn't even realized he had one of his hands around your waist as if to keep himself inside you. not to mention he hadn't even slowed down.

"ooh," he briefly grunts, he felt something tug onto his shaft, slowing him down effectively. "shit, y'close, baby?" he curses under his breath as he flips you over, your back no longer stuck to his chest. pinning you against the mirror.

"h—haah- y- yes, please don' stop-" you manage to whimper out with all the incoherent babbles from earlier. his emerald-amber orbs loved to take in the way your cunt sucked him in so good, or how your hips jolted, almost immediately wanting your orgasm, and he can't do anything else but help you.

putting you into a position similar to a mating press, he leans in close to land a french kiss on your lips, moaning and grunting as well.

this was gonna be a long night.

[evie-sturns]

mood - Matt Sturniolo

summary: matt wakes up in a bad mood, which leads to an argument, however, you find a way to make him desperately apologise.

contains: nsfw, oral (m!receiving), arguing, angst, fluff.

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matt stirs in the sheets, grumbling as he sits up on his elbows.

i look over at him, my back resting against the headboard,

“how’d you sleep?” i ask chirpily, putting my phone down beside me.

he shrugs in response, walking into the bathroom.

i press my lips together in a thin line, he’s usually not energetic in the morning, but he’s also not like this.

i peel the blanket off of me as i stand up out of bed, walking into the bathroom. matt’s brushing his teeth, not even batting an eye to me as i wrap my arms around him from behind.

he shrugs me off of him, “can you get out, ‘m about to piss.”

my eyebrows furrow, “i’ve seen you naked like a trillion times.” i laugh,

“i don’t care, get out.” he says with a look of disgust on his face, nudging me with his elbow.

“right.” i mumble, slowly walking out of the bathroom.

he slams the bathroom door in my face.

i almost gasp, “what the fuck!”

he stays silent in response, the faint sounds of him shuffling around in the bathroom is the only thing that i can hear.

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matt walks into the kitchen, his sweatpants slung low around his waist, paired with a black shirt.

“do you want me to make you breakfast?” i ask, leaning on the counter.

“no?” he mutters, pushing past me and opening the fridge, grabbing a root beer.

“matt- soda for breakfast?” i exclaim,

“since when did you give a shit? you’re not a health expert yourself, are you.” matt reply’s, glaring down at me.

“what is your problem today?” i snap, my voice raising.

“god you are such an idiot” he says, his eyes narrowing.

i go silent for a second.

“no, why are you acting like an actual toddler.” i say back, running a hand through my hair.

“why are you such a sensitive bitch?” matt snaps back, every word that comes out of his mouth is hurting me.

“who the fuck are you talking to!” my voice wobbles as i attempt to argue back.

he scoffs, his attitude at an all time high “genuinely pathetic.”

that’s enough for me.

i grab his wrist, yanking him harshly and slamming him down onto the couch.

he hits the couch with a small groan.

i drop down to my knees, grabbing his sweatpants and tugging them down.

his eyes are wide as he looks down at me “no’ m fucking mad at you” he attempts to say, but his sentence is cut off by a loud whimpers as i wrap my lips around his tip.

“oh fuck-“ he breathes, his hand reaching round and gripping the back of my head.

i swat his hand away as i take more of him into my mouth.

i pull off of him for a second to speak.

“hands by your sides.” i state, spit coating less than half of matt’s length.

he nods frantically, hands by his sides, clutching the fabric of the couch.

“i expect an apology.” i mutter, leaning down again and swirling my tongue around matt’s cock.

he throws his head back, “o-oh.. my god-“ he whimpers,

my pace is fast as i take more of him down my throat.

“feels so good- thank you- thank-“ he babbles, squeezing his eyes shut as he clutches the sofa harder.

i bob my head up and down, i reach my manicured hand up and wrap it around what i can’t fit of matt in my mouth.

i twist my hand at his base as i continue to force him down my mouth quickly.

“i’m so sorry- fuck- so sorry- i didn’t mean it!” he rambles as his dick twitches in my mouth.

“f-fffuck… i love you” he moans out, his hips starting to buck up, forcing him deeper down my throat.

“i’m so so close- you’re so good-“ he groans, his tattooed hand starting to clutch his shirt.

“oh my god!” he raises his voice in a whiny tone as he bucks his hips up a final time,

his release paints the insides of my mouth, i quickly swallow it before pulling off of matt.

his hair is stuck to his forehead, his cheeks a deep hue of red and his legs spasming slightly.

his abs are clenched and his lips are parted, his expression much softer than earlier.

he peels one eye open at me, drool runnning down my chin.

his exhausted face grows into a wide warm smile,

he leans foward and grabs me under my arms, pulling me up onto his lap.

he wipes his finger across my chin,

“you know i love you, and i didn’t mean anything i said, i promise you. i was off because i had some really fuckass dreams i swear to god- like i was kind of terrified when i woke up” he laughs,

“oh god matt.” i giggle,

“i know, it won’t happen again though, i’m sorry.” he sighs,

“for the record, the next time we get into an argument i am not giving you a blowjob for you to apologise me.” i smile,

“oh- no, i totally get that-“ he laughs, matt’s cheeks flush a deep pink again as he wipes his eyes

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[sluttybwunni]

a pirates greed (m)

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masterpost : recent

pairing : afab!reader x monkey d. luffy

✸ ... synopsis: after saving an entire country, luffy just needs his favourite stress reliever all to himself

wc: 3.6k

warnings : established relationship, porn w minimum plot, post-wano luffy being a whore !!! absolutely rough nasty nd animalistic, unprotected (cmon yall know better), petty argument, faded law, reader is a lil mean, your captain just loves eating you out! use of devil fruit (canon), creampie, drool kink, luffy has a lip ring, overstimulation, mention of blood, praise kink (both parties), cumplay, semi-public, oral (m rec)

getting severe brain rot from just thinking about how needy and greedy luffy would be during a post-battle victory banquet...

especially after how nicely that black dress outlined your ass.

he just wants to put his hands all over you, but nami's banned him from any physically exerting activity, including dancing since he's still recovering from the damage he took.

poor guy almost begged to have himself buried in your sopping cunt, whimpering and gasping under you because he's been so stressed after all that fighting!

it's only right you help your boyfriend release all that pent-up energy right?

but to his dismay you were busy with traffy, his tattooed hands tracing over the thin fabric of your dress as you two danced.

"damn him." luffy chanted in his head continuously, wishing you'd stop focusing on law and pay attention to him instead.

your captain worked so hard to defeat kaido.. so why are you smiling and spending time with law instead? that's not fair. you should be rewarding luffy with your touch for being so strong all the time, no?

he couldn't even hear zoro's drunken babbling as he fixated his eyes on the two of you from his table. luffy thought it was too polite of you to let law touch you like that... way too polite. no longer able to deal with the ache in his shorts. though what made his heart palpitate the most was how the both of you seemed to be having a jolly fun time. he grazes his teeth over his lips, excusing himself from his best friend before stumbling towards the dance floor to reach you and law.

"actually i already rolled some spliffs, we can go outside n hit some right now if you'd like," law said with a deep chuckle, gazing at you with his half-lidded eyes. "go do that with your side, look he's starin' at you as i speak." you joke, nodding your head in the direction of kidd as law harshly exhales, rolling his eyes."fffucking hell will you drop that? i was zooted outta my mind when i said.." your conversation gets cut short when you feel pair of hands other than law's snake around your waist from behind.

you momentarily freeze— only to find relief when you hear luffy's voice. he's clinging onto you, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. the threads of his strawhat slightly bent against your skin as luffy pressed himself closer; hiding the stony expression on his face. “(name).. you've been dancin' with traffy the whole time. it's annoying.” luffy whined against your earlobe. your captain continued to press and grind his body against you, something hard rubbing against your ass.

"i know luffy.. but me and law haven't properly hung since we left zou." you responded as luffy lifted his head from the warmth of your body to send law a glare while you both tried keeping balance on the floor as the surrounding crowd of people continued dancing. "so (name)-ya you coming? strawhat can tagalong if he wants." law spoke, putting his hands in his pockets as he glanced towards the exit.

"w--"

“nuh uhn..” luffy shook his head before you could even respond, his face wincing in a grimace.

"luffy, i—"

"no."

"you're supposed to rest lu.. you're still recovering" you softly exhaled, turning in his grip so you could face him. "well ya could've just stuck around me. ion like that you spent time with tra-guy in the first place." luffy continues whining, his voice growing annoyed and impatient.

he seemed restless, his breath uneven. "also ya promised you'd only dance with me." you giggled, scanning the way his pretty lips formed a pout, eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. “don't worry, it won't happen again lu, you're still my number one dance partner.. and i spent all day with you yesterday, n the day before.” you respond, letting another giggle leave your lips.

but luffy doesn't find it funny, he slowly loosens his grip on your waist— tossing his lip ring through his teeth as his obsidian eyes look into yours. "this is the thing with you, ya don't keep your promises (name)." he mutters his voice going a little deeper causing your smile to fall. wait.. huh?

"what's that even mean?" you retort. luffy's feeling all sorts of emotions right now.. but he can't tell why his breath is so shaky, or why his heart was feeling heavy. he'd been so stressed over the past few weeks, the pent-up anger was possibly getting to him.

“you keep breaking ya promises! thats what it means.” luffy snaps. for a second his eyes soften after he realizes he raised his voice, but he doesn’t move from his position, hands still on your waist. law, witnessing the sudden quarrel— decides to walk off leaving the two of you alone.

the tension between you felt heavy. "the fuck? luffy since when have i broken any of our promises. me and law well, dancing just.. happened. it didn't even mean anything we're friends." now you were getting agitated. "that's not even the main problem.." he muttered, luffy's gaze eats you up— and the glint in his eyes almost speak a magnitude of unsaid words.

"..i'm YOUR boyfriend (name), ya didn't like when hancock was all over me so why—" "can you stop bringing that bitch up??" you knew it wasn't great of you to dance with law all while your boyfriend was watching you, but you didn't think it'd be that big of a problem. you trace your hands over his— removing them as you angrily turn around to stride away. but you can never really get away from a man with the power to stretch, so luffy beats you to wherever you thought you were walking off to, stretching his arm and pulling your body back towards him.

“m’sorry… i— (name) i'm just feelin stressed right now. can you please just...” luffy rasps in a softer tone trailing off as his arms cage you. you stay silent for a couple of moments, trying to process the exchange of words you shared seconds ago. but the more he presses your back against him, the more you feel the stiffness between his legs. you don't quite know what to say, so you turn 180 degrees to press a hot kiss against his lips.

luffy's taken aback by the suddenness, but that doesn't stop him from enjoying it. he returns what you gave to him passionately. pulling you even closer, as if he's wanting to get completely lost in the kiss. you hum against his lips when luffy swivels his hips, grinding his dick against your inner thighs.

he seems so eager, so desperate for you and it shows. really lost in the kiss and in the moment, as if all he can think about is being balls deep in your dewy cunt. and who's to say you don't want him just as much. the way luffy's frenching you seems almost animalistic, and you could feel how he's having trouble controlling himself with every passing second that you're pressed against him. trying so hard to maintain his composure.

and when you break the messy kiss, a string of saliva still adjoining your lips— your captain looks at you with a blush, still panting heavily. watching the drool that slowly dripped from the corner of luffy's mouth was something that shouldn't have been so hot to you.

his eyes travel up and down your body and back to your lips. the faint taste of mango luffy had gotten drove him insane. he loved when you slathered your plump lips with lipgloss, regardless of the flavour or color— and he adored making a mess of it, ruining it. his own lips being stained a hint of red.

luffy seems lost again. almost unable to think by himself. he leans towards you once more, seemingly going in for another kiss. but he stops himself for a moment to admire how soft you feel— hands grasping your ass through the flimsy fabric of your dress. your head was spinning, maybe from the shots you took earlier, or the way luffy had devoured your mouth. "i-"

"shut up." you huff out, pulling him towards the nearest slightly secluded space you could find. and luckily, there was a nicely lit room with a thick futon neatly unfolded on the carpeted ground. pressing him against the wall, you brought a nasty, wet kiss to luffy's lips once more. one that left his stomach fluttering. he sucked and drug his tongue back and forth against yours, in the messiest ways he could think of. too lost in your lips to get off of the surface behind him.

he couldn't help the blood that rushed even more to his cock once you tugged hard on his hair. luffy couldn't put it into words, but he was such a slut for the way you painfully grasped his raven locks every time you enjoyed something. he muttered your name a couple of times between heavy breaths before he quickly wriggled out of the red material of his top letting you suction your way down his neck, teeth grazing his collarbone.

and you didn’t need any command to lower your head and place luffy's nipple between your lips. you only bothered to unbutton and drop his shorts low enough to free his aching dick, rock-hard and covered with pre-cum. fuck you wanted to slobber all over his length so bad. though luffy catches you by a fistful of your hair, preventing you from going further.

"stop, i wanna suck." you whine out, but luffy shakes his head, pulling his boxers up just enough to cover past the tip of his cock. pushing his back from off the door- he lays himself on the futon, hauling you with him. "no, i want you t’ sit on my face first." for a second, you stilled, as if the statement shocked you. "you... you want that?" you tested the waters, but luffy didn't just want it. he needed it.

"please… i’ll make ya cum so good (name) just sit on my face." luffy insists, eyes glossed over. face sitting was something he'd yearned to try with you for so long. so impatiently, he pulls you to straddle him, your dress sliding up your thighs. he wastes no time ripping the expensive fabric of your panties— taking a few moments to rub the pads of his calloused fingers along the wet patch you left beforehand.

you nervously let him pull you further up by the hips until your pussy is just above his mouth, the scent of your sweet arousal hitting his nose. “smell so good (name) m’gonna taste you now yeah?” “please do captain” you respond breathlessly. and before you could take another breath, luffy’s making out with your cunt— tongue lapping vigorously over your clit sending a pleasurable shiver up your spine.

you immediately try to raise your hips afraid you’ll suffocate him if you give in to the pleasure, but luffy’s hands grip your thighs painfully, preventing you from squirming away. because luffy doesn’t care if he suffocates as long as he’s got his tongue sloping in and through your folds. and something about knowing how anyone could walk into this room, seeing the two of you sent electricity through your core.

you felt the coolness of luffy's lip ring make contact with you constantly, and you couldn’t quite decipher his muffled words, but you could tell by the way he desperately stuffed his face between your legs that he was in ecstasy. “sso.. mmh feels good lu!” you barely manage voicing out, already close to your on-coming high.

but as much as luffy wants to stay between your thick thighs and fuck you with his mouth, he was restless, and hard. feeling his own heartbeat pulsing right at the tip of his dick. he suctions at your clit roughly, earning a loud cry from you before you’re already cumming— a slightly clear stream of liquid flowing from your cunt.

and of course, luffy being the greedy man he is takes everything you give him, leaving your cunt only after he’s had his fill. “taste n' look so pretty when you cum..” he coo's almost cheerfully before moistening his lips, a more serious look returning to his face as you free your legs from his face.

"here, taste yourself pretty" he whispers, pressing a slow kiss against your lips. though you only manage to come back to your senses enough to comprehend that he's torn off your nice pair off underwear, feigning a faux an annoyed look. "does ripping all my expensive lingerie get you off or something?"

"m'to impatient to take it off slowly.." he pouts, as you drag yourself off of him.

“is that so..? my turn now.” you whisper, before you're on off of him and on your knees tugging roughly at his unbuttoned shorts causing them to slightly tear.

"hey! those were m—"

you cut luffy short before he could complain about your petty revenge, giving the tip of his cock slow kitten licks and a few pumps before sealing your lips around it's pretty head, making him let out a throaty whine as you take or inches of him.

"i'll forgive ya if you open your mouth n take me deeper.." luffy breaths out lowly fully relaxed on his back now. one hand under his head and the other, guiding yours. you part your lips further, warm breaths of air fanning over his flushed tip.

“ahh.. fuckk baby— use that pretty mouth like you do best” luffy slurs, and something in you almost switches like a trigger. his coaxing encouraging the worst in you. especially since it was incredibly rare of him to use pet names with you. so you suddenly take as much his size as you can luffy shuddering in pleasure.

every ridge and vein on his length felt as your drag your tongue, every lick and suck of your mouth on him resulting in obscenity; gagging, wet noises, moaning. everything only making your hole flutter more.

his shut tight. opening them after a few seconds, to admire how your lips sank down on his cock. "gooddd, it's like ya mouth was made jus for— nggh.. sucking off your captain huh?"

"hold on.." you suddenly whisper, causing luffy to whine from the lost warmth. you take something out from between your cleavage. what was so important that you needed to stop? and suddenly he tenses his thighs.. you're scribbling on his cock. it tickles and it’s heaven. luffy couldn't even see what you are creating, but the sensation was fucking amazing. especially since he was so sensitive.

“thereee” you say, admiring your work.

“so pretty.”

“what did you do? i wanna see”, luffy begs, squirming needily. and you raise your hand, waving the wand of your cherry red lipgloss in your hand. luffy glances down to look at his aching cock, to find the words. 'all mine ♡' scribbled in red.

something about that act felt so endearing to him that luffy felt he'd tear up from the gesture— and from the fact that you were teasing his poor friend. he gives you a lazy smile. but as his eyes wander the room, he finds himself making eye contact with the tall mirror that but on a perfect display of your backside. you were almost on all fours now as you slobbered his cock, head tilted down and ass pointed up.

it looked so soft, and you looked ever so stunning. unfortunately for you, luffy was as restless as ever. he could never control himself whenever he saw that damn ass of yours. so you didn't blame him when he tugged on a fist-full of your hair to get you off his cock.

"wait m'not—"

"(name)... i— wanna fuck you from behind, please can't wait anymore.. want ya to put that cute ass on me."

"you're so impatient."

well, who were you to deny captains orders?

with a quick sound rustling of fabric, you'd immediately discarded your dress, pressing your face down into the futon as luffy teased your hole momentarily with the head of his cock. holding you in place by the hips and seconds later, he's already buried inside you— stuffing himself to the hilt. so fucking tight he thought.

luffy bit down onto his lip muffling the whimpers that endlessly slipped from his mouth— to the point that it drew a bit of blood. he pounded like he wanted everyone near to know, to hear how he was making a mess out of you. though he was shameless enough for it, luffy couldn't decide whether he wanted to be the only one that got to see your messy cum stuffed cunny, or if he wanted a live audience as he fucked you to the point of drooling. and who's to say you would mind the latter?

head thrown back in pleasure, his dark hair stringy from sweat, his furrowed eyebrows as you continue to tighten and clench around him, pulling you further onto his cock. he giggles breathily, "l-love when you squeeze me like that" only earning a incomprehensible mumble from you. something about the way he moaned and spoke was so ..slutty.

"cmonn.. i know ya can talk louder than that!" he sneers, and that was luffy's favourite part about doing this with you. he loved pleasuring you to the point of not being able to speak, knowing he's the only one who can make you this dumb on dick.

he loved the freedom that came with exploring new ways to make eachother feel good, and nothing made him happier than sharing in such freedom with you.

luffy's hands roughly fist your hair, pulling your head up in order to better show you what he's doing to you. "look in the mirror (name), look how gorgeous ya- gaahh, look when you're all fucked out. see? so pretty baby~" he taunts.

"gonna cum, wan' cream all over you!"

"yeah? captain's dick feels that good?" he lets off another breathy moan. "y-ya like it when i stretch ya out like this?" and when you let out a string of praises chanting his name like your life depended, he decided you deserved a treat in return for always being this good for him. so luffy bit down on his thumb and blew until you felt an unfamiliar sensation deep in your guts causing you to mewl out. he was way bigger all of a sudden, and his cock seemed to fill and rub against areas you'd never known could be reached.

"ah luffy thats.. you're- so deep” you almost wanted to sob as he watched you wriggle under him, your senses overloading from the stimulation luffy inflicts upon you. it was crazy how he could be so sweet and caring with you one moment, and the next having every bone in your body tingling from euphoria.

"keep— ah god.. moanin' out like that! let tra-guy know that yer all mine" luffy rasped, only further perusing with his erratic pace. it was ruthless almost— and hearing those pretty sounds from you didn't help the burning sensation he felt in his lower stomach.

"sso- so close!"

"pl-please need you to fill me full with your seed.." you whimper feeling your knees almost buckle when his cock starts to forcefully rub against your cervix.

"i gotcha! gonna.. stuff you up- mmm, so good n watch it spill out.." he laughs between his far from quiet moans, one of his hands tracing your ass until he snakes it down between your legs, rubbing at your clit without mercy. your vision blurred and your fingers gripped at the futon tightly, “ah fuck! L-LUFFY! LUFFY!"

and as you finally cum around him, clenching around his pulsating length once more. "that's it! so good baby, so good..!" he continues to fuck into you, hitting deeply over and over again, pushing you into the softness below— then it's his turn to orgasm. his sticky white filling your womb until it started to leak out. luffy pulls out just in time for your body to slump down onto the cushioned surface.

but he doesn't let go of your hips just yet. luffy's gaze hazily follows the milk colored substance that seeps out of your fluttering cunt as he draws heavy breaths. taking his middle and index working them into your sensitivity— watching the string of cum that shadows his fingers as he pulls them out.

luffy being luffy, couldn't help but want to taste it, because what would be the point of all this work if everything went to waste?

"say ahhh." was the only thing you could make out, before you're being flipped onto your back, a strong hand resting on your chin. through your blurred sight— you watched luffy lick two of his fingers slowly, savoringly before he gathers the drool in his mouth letting it drip down to yours. and you let him, letting your mouth hang agape to accept every bit of his filth.

"swallow... atta girl..!" he smiled brightly watching the lewd expression you made tasting your guys aftermath. he runs his hands back to your ass, kneading it slowly but without any ulterior motive other than that he loves holding it when you calm down together.

"i love you (name) m'sorry i got so mad at you earlier."

"no, i should apologize. you were injured n bored and i wasn't even checking up on you."

"speaking of injuries.. i think still i need some stress therapy." luffy says with a sly grin, laying beside you on the futon.

you catch on almost too quickly, shaking your head— breath still uneven. "no no no, we're done. we can't have any of your wounds reopening."

"don't ya wanna suck me off still? a bit of head can't do any harm!"

"you realize this room has no door right?"

"......when has that ever stopped us?"

oh god.

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... ✸ a/n: i was baked past cloud 9 when i wrote the other half of this but, ion wanna hear noone say shit such as “luffy ain’t slutty like that” nah man he is 🙏 down with sex ignorant luffy !!! #ace luffy is still canon but so is slut luff

tags !! @svanesworld , @selkiemaiden , @dilvcslut , @iluvs-world , @eaves-dropper , @yourmumsthings , @sanjisblackasswife , @roronoaswifey , @movie-enthusiast22 , @luffypedia , @pandoras-box0 , @xxdiaqiaoxx , @girlmeetsbullshit , @n9hida , @w9vyy , @juno443 , @roronoazorohater , @soloplayer0901 , @deathkidz

[wontmindd]

Never Again | sinner!Adam x fem!sinner!Reader

PART 1 | PART 3

plot. You and Adam ended up sleeping together. Despite you two swearing that you would never have sex with each other, here you are in the same bed, incredulous. Shit like this happens, but you and Adam agree on never doing it again. Right?

word count. 2.2 k

tags. enemies to lovers, suggestive themes, mentions of sex, implied sexual content, making out, swearing, implied rough sex, Adam being nice, friends with benefits, Reader is a Royal Guard, Reader has wings

warnings! this fic is meant for adults, sex is not described in deep detail but mentions are heavy. please minors DNI!

"Fffuck" he says.

“Yeah, fuck”

So, you and Adam, the First Man you swore to guard to protect the Hotel, had sex.

You tighten a hand around the white sheets, pulled up to cover your bare chest. Your mouth is pressed in a straight line and your eyes are wide open, unable to blink. Black and (f/c) feathers are scattered all over the mattress, along with various articles of clothing. For a split second you look up and see that your bra landed high up on a chandelier in the middle of the room. A couple of pillows caught fire and were currently still smoking. Adam is laying on his back next to you, with the very same incredulous expression on his face. One hand is resting on his stomach, the other is outstretched over his head. A bare and hairy leg peeks out from under the covers. And the bed collapsed, by the way. It’s hard to decide where to look at, so you opt for the ceiling. Your cheeks still feel hot, your whole body too, it’s like you’ll never cool down. Even if it was exhausting. Perhaps the most marathon-level sex you ever had. And messy. And also…

“Okay” Adam begins “I know we never got along on anything but can we agree that this was-“

“The best sex we ever had?” you interrupt.

“Exactly”

Words couldn’t form in your mouth even if your life depended on it, so you just nod frantically. The very fact that not even Adam was able to produce a sentence is astounding. Usually he had the opposite problem. So you two just lay here, completely naked. Minutes later, which felt like hours, Adam talks again.

“And it means a lot from me, I had sex for billions of years”

“I like you more when you shut the fuck up”

“Okay got it”

You take some more minutes to recollect yourselves, your minds still foggy from the afterglow and dizzy. Your mouth, which was busy with Adam’s not so long ago, is painfully dry. You definitely need to rehydrate. You hear the sound of covers rustling, Adam finally moved. He rolls on his side, propping his head up with a bended arm. He’s trying so hard to look nonchalant.

“Just so you know, this was a one time thing, right? I still can’t stand the fuck out of your attitude”.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. You twist on your side too, facing the First Man. Still holding the covers up to not let him have another glimpse of your chest, with which he had his fun, you reciprocate his gaze.

“Of course, the fuck did you expect?”

Adam snorts, looking away “Nothing at all, things like this happen all the time. We just got a little carried away”

“Another thing we agree on, I guess…”

You both roll back to face the ceiling, your breaths steady and eyes closed. A crackling sound makes its ways to your ears, and you’re reminded that pillows are still burning. You drag a hand down your exhausted face.

“We need to ask Alastor for a new bed”

Adam shrugs. He sits up on the border of the bed, giving you his winged back. Your stomach drops a little when you notice the long scratches trailing down his bare skin, exactly in the valley between the base of his ebony wings.

“I’ll come up with something, it’s better if the others don’t know what happened here”

You nod in agreement “It’s not like they heard us, right? We’ve been discreet”

Downstairs, everybody absolutely heard everything. Every bedspring creaking, every bang of the headboard against the wall, every scream, exclamation, degrading nickname you both screamed to each other. The moment Alastor heard the first, undeniable sound of a wild intercourse, he stood up and bid everybody goodbye to pay a visit to Rosie in Cannibal Town. Husk chugged down two entire bottles of vodka to try to forget what he was hearing. He also had to hand Angel Dust money. Vaggie kept her hand on Nifty’s ears the whole time, maybe the only one who didn’t understand what was going on in Adam’s bedroom and that’s for the better. Charlie just stared at the floor wide eyed, her mouth morphed in an expression of pure uneasiness. Although she also lost the bet against Angel, Cherri tried to distract herself by bumping some music in her headphones to muffle the obscene sounds. Speaking of Angel Dust, he’s now sitting on the couch, his long legs crossed, merrily counting a plump stack of bills.

“Nah, I don’t think so” Adam brushes it off.

He scratches his messy hair, right between his horns. Then, he hunches forward to pick up his boxers from the floor. As he slides them on, you reach for a glass of water left on his nightstand.

“So, it was nice while it lasted, but never again” Adam says.

“Never again” you convene.

That night, you can’t sleep. It’s not the first time Adam hinders your relax, but this is unbearable. You keep rolling left and right on your bed, eyes squeezed shut but your mind still very much active and able to recreate every image your retinas registered that morning. Adam all over you, his wings twitching with every thrust, his voice raspy in your ears, your sweaty bodies brushing skin to skin. Then Adam under you, holding you by the hips with his hands, helplessly grinding against you. And his kisses, his oh-so-skilled fingers because he was a guitarist after all, and the names you called each other, your wings intertwined. You buried your face in your pillow and screamed in agony. You can’t do this. As if your body just gained free will, you get up. You only have a shirt and panties on, but for what you’re about do you decide to leave it that way. You turn the lights in your room on and check yourself quickly in the mirror, brushing your messy hair with your fingers just to be more presentable. Then you take a deep breath, and you rush towards the door. The moment you open it, someone is already on the other side.

Adam.

Eyes wide open in surprise, and his hand extended as if he was about to knock on your door. Your jaw is almost touching the floor right now, and you and Adam stand there for a couple of seconds just staring at each other. You break the silence.

“Were you thinking what I was thinking?” you ask.

“Yes” he blurts out, almost desperately.

In the matter of a second, your mouths are already interlocked again, light moans of satisfaction escaping from both of your lips. You feel Adam’s hands going down the back of your thighs, and you immediately oblige on what he’s suggesting. You jump and intertwine your legs around his waist, as he holds you up with his arms under your thighs. This time it’s Adam who kicks the door shut.

—

To set things straight, Alastor had to replace two beds. The second time unfolded exactly like the first one, with you and Adam promising that it would never happen again even if this is the best sex you both ever experienced. Becoming friends, or better, enemies with benefits wasn’t recommendable. You feared that Lucifer might not take you seriously ever again, and that would shatter you since you look up to him so much. And Adam didn’t want to admit that he was getting himself comfortable in the Hotel.

You fucked again obviously. A lot.

Adam started to question whether your hotel room was enchanted with some sort of sorcery to draw him towards it every night. Honestly you wondered the same about Adam’s room. Especially when you started finding yourself in his bed once, maybe twice a day. The situation is definitely out of control. So much that you and Adam stopped trying to rationalize it, and just came to terms with it. When you met Adam for the first time, not in a billion years you would have thought that things would go this way. He was insufferable, arrogant, a total dickhead. Still kinda is. But Adam’s also your…fuckbuddy? Plaything? Thing? The lines are blurred.

However, you’re good with it and that’s what matters. You don’t care about labels, especially not with someone like him. Who knows what stunts he could pull, you still don’t trust him completely. Something else that matters is that sex with him is astronomically good, but you make sure not to praise Adam too much to prevent boosting his already titanic ego. But Adam knows you like it. It’s in the way you cling to his shoulders, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips, your hand tugging his hair in the gap between his horns, your mouth full of sounds of pleasure and his name repeated like a chant. But you managed, more than often, to also turn things around. When it came to sex, Adam was surprisingly able to pipe his ego down a bit to let you just take control, pushing him down and doing all the rest. And in a snap of fingers he was the one hopelessly repeating your name. It was hard for him to restrain himself from dirty talking you, not that you wanted him. You couldn’t judge Adam because you did the same. The rule about no derogatory names was utterly thrown in the air along with any kind of rationality left in you. You liked telling him how much of a fucking asshole he was as you straddled his lap, “I hate you”’s were also a regular between you and Adam when you were close to each other’s faces as you pulled his horns. All of this, to you, feels as if you really just discovered now what sex is, despite all your past experiences.

At first, aftercare wasn’t really a thing. You or Adam, depending on where you were fucking, would just get up and go to bed in your respective rooms. You had nothing else to share after reaching your all time high. You believed that it was the way it ought to be, it’s not like he was your boyfriend or something. Then, one time, you stayed.

—

A bead of sweat running down his temple, Adam rhythmically breaths in and out. That was back-breaking. Awesome as always though. You, on the other hand, are lying down on your stomach, your wings peeping out the sheets. A relaxed smile extended on your face, you close your eyes with your chin resting on your crossed arms.

“Shit, you almost ignited my fuckin’ nuts, fire tits” Adam slurs, his breathing still irregular.

You open one eye, looking at him “You hot?”

“As always” he says with a shit-eating grin, but goes “OW” as soon as you punch his shoulder.

“I mean, duh? We’re in fucking Hell, Heaven was a bit cooler. In every sense” he adds.

“Mh, you’ll get used to it. To be honest, I find your room too chilly”.

Adam pulls himself up in a sitting position, and turns his head to look at you. Your face still plunged in your arms, he could only see your hair spread all over your naked back. But the spots of visible skin were all punctuated in goosebumps, your wings slightly puffed up. He bit the inside of his right cheek.

“You cold?” he asks, unsure.

“As always” you chuckle, mocking him.

Adam rolls his eyes. Then, you hear the familiar sound of sheets moving under Adam’s body, and the mattress bouncing a little meaning that he just got up.

“Take this”

You feel something land on your back, your eyes springing open. You roll around, sheets sliding down from your chest. You notice something stuck hanging on the tip of your left wing, a t-shirt. You take it in your hands, a bit startled. Was Adam being nice?

“Uh…thanks” you say.

Adam mumbles a “Whatever” before getting back to bed.

You pull the shirt down your naked torso, and you check the print on it. A genuine smile forms on your lips.

“You like Limp Bizkit?"

Adam almost chokes on the milkshake he was slurping. He always had one on his nightstand for after sex, his equivalent to a cigarette. He turns around and looks at you with a spontaneous grin of his own.

“You know Limp Bizkit?!” he exclaims.

“Uh, what if I said that Fred Durst signed my tits at Woodstock?” you reply confidently.

Adam’s hands fly up to his head, plunging them in his hair “There’s no way! You’re so fuckin’ lucky! Man I wish Fred Durst signed my tits-no wait a sec”

“One of the best days of my life” you sigh “I miss concerts”.

“Ugh, what would I give to see a human concert. Earth is a shitty dump truck but holy fuck if they have the best music. But not a single artist ends up in Heaven”

You chuckle “I didn’t expect you to be into music this much"

“You literally asked me about my band and you saw my electric guitar getting fixed a thousand times!”

“I thought that was just an act to pick up chicks”

“Not an act but yeah that’s also a reason”

After rolling your eyes in annoyance, you find yourself asking him which other bands he also liked. And, to your surprise, you and Adam had the exact same taste. He excitingly asks you about the concerts you’ve been to, and you tell him all your crazy stories about festivals and concerts. None of you leaves tonight. Adam lies in bed next to you, daydreaming about music, rock or metal. You two scoot closer and closer, your wings touching, chatting and blabbering about everything, not only music, with permanent grins that hurt your cheeks. None of you can help it. And Adam ends up holding you in his arms, french kissing you but lazily and gently, until you two fall asleep. It felt good.

Adam, felt good.

[jdorian]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 💌

So... the buck loves tommy fic has officially entered the 'oh so there will be smut' stage that I tend to inevitably fall into most of the times... stay tuned to see if I can manage to finish it before the break's over. until then here's a tiny snip.

“I missed this.” Buck hummed, still drinking in the sensation of Tommy’s warm hands on his body and the ghost touch of his lips on his own.

“Yeah?” Tommy nipped at his lips again, sliding a hand up from Buck’s hip, all the way over to the side of his cheek, leaving a scorching hot line of desire in the wake of his touch. “You know what I missed? Those sweet little sounds you make for me.”

“Fffuck, I— o-okay, okay.” Buck sucked in a sharp breath, his head swimming in a haze as he pulled back and looked at Tommy. He always knew what to say and even when he just kicked Buck’s heart into overdrive, Tommy just stood there with a confident expression that somehow still radiated an abundance of softness.

And Buck was so, absolutely and irrevocably gone on him.

“Look at you, poor injured puppy, we should get you to bed, hm? I know just the thing that’ll make you feel better.” Tommy ran his thumb along Buck’s bottom lip, dragging it down gently, exposing his teeth — and all he could do was nod dumbly, because honestly? What could he have possibly said to that?

All words and most coherent thoughts left his brain, just like it tended to happen whenever Tommy was around.

God, he really did miss this.

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[capsizedskeleton]

epic the musical live review over a few days ft. getting high during storm saga

TROY SAGA thunder bringer was one of the first songs i heard so going to the horse and the infant and hearing don't make me do this please don't make me do this!!! i didn't know that was a callback reminds me of pathologic is great and here's why, where hbomberguy points out child murder is such a taboo and it's that game's opener (depending on the character) here it's the musical's opener fffuck okay ruthlessness was also one of the first songs i heard so "600 men under my command" after i know it will become at least 43 then 0 is hghhhhh. esp when they're similar melodies, the first time the number is mentioned in full speed ahead

CYCLOPS SAGA so i watched a few animatics of these as well before troy saga just bc mmm animatics and oh recontextualized w the last two songs of the saga thats. hm. IIIIII AM YOUR DARKEST MOMENT all the uses of die with the last sound stretched out emphasizing the eye sound oough remember them. remember us. remember me OOHHH ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT THAT. ARE YOU SURE

STORM got up to the first few animatics i ended up watching. by now i might be able to categorize the animators? gigi as Action, Cinema, wolfy as a few lines seeming delicate and shape so solidly, nealillustrator as the GOAT (ok im biased they've only got thunder bringer but it's really good and i know them from bnha animatics ok), ximena as line. color. solid expression fav things from various ruthlessness animatics: poseidon being a shadow horse with front-facing eyes, a spiky merman but tentacles on bottom, literally water that could form into different things, only his hair being water, a horse, a guy, the stageplay version, everyone having different amounts of frames and different styles, like every!! time i watch an animatic i spot a new good take, beauty in everryy style, all the goregous water animation, capturing odysseus, submerging him, putting him in a whirlpool. that man is now a truly soggy cat am i insane or is there wind blowing in the last verse of that. after what have you done. maybe ive just had shit earbuds before. brutal

i got caught up in listening to done for even though that was skipping ahead. i am going to eat gigi's animatic whole. the corresponding basslines for each character how ody's replaces circe's?? now watching there are other ways. the two together as a beautiful story in 6 minutes is amazing

CIRCE normal now i like done for and there are other ways a lot more than puppeteer. this seems to be a pattern in which songs i like in each saga eury's bit leading up to "a woman" reallyyyyy sounds like hamilton wouldn't you like beat drop??? done for and there are other ways are fucking brilliant they're a whole story like i said before. ill say it again. absolutely entrancing. love the take that circe's about to kill ody before he rejects her and starts going on about his wife. also the transition after "that prophet is dead" bungggg and then the backing track hghh i am going to eat the melodic motifs i am going to swallow the chords whole AAAAGHHH

underworld again. weaker start, but oooh full speed ahead a bit of a reprise moment there and ody's mom i did not expect that. left for too long wandered too far gods REPRISE OF I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE HELLOOOO halfway into no longer you and OOOOOHHHH FUCK this shit HITS despite everything it's NOT you

NO MONSTER THE SLIP INTO CORRUPTION gigi i would die for you and this sequence. you know the one

THUNDER suffering is so good (normal sentence) i love the back and forth the you know im too shy the tone change at the lair of scylla listened to different beast on the train (first time listening to a song w/o animatic at first) and oooh the switch up!!!! we're in it now! DIFFERENT BEAST NOW HE'S A DIFFERENT BEAAST NOWWWWWW scylla.... oho the harmony. mutiny ok the opening i fw but why tf is eurylochus upset about the six men sacrifice when he was the one who suggested with circe that they just leave the men behind. also luck runs out callback i love my reprises why is helios lowk brushed over like i wouldve expected odysseus or eurylochus to talk about heyyy dont anger the gods like we did before thunder bringer slay. we already know. the bumping beat from the horse and the infant we knowwww. it's a little funny mutiny is RIGHT before thunder bringer like. hey crew you just stabbed him you should be a little less surprised he chooses to sacrifice yall. not even chosen. not even zeus was surprised by odysseus' immediate reaction

MISC. THOUGHTS

talked to a few friends while making this, wrote the sentence "i can feel the old greek mythology elementary/middle school neurons firing up again" because i CAN feel them god and it's also like watching musical animatics after school except im not 13 and deeply lonely this time. decided to write a fic of what happens between each saga and in a bit of wondering for that decided to look up the actual story of the odyssey (shmoop is not perfect but it is decent) and wow that's a lot of changes made from the original that contribute to a well-characterized musical! god it's such a good time. is this what dracula daily people felt like, reliving an old (relative to present) story and relishing in the Themes?

FAV SONG(S) FROM EACH SAGA

the horse and the infant

survive, remember them

ruthlessness

done for

no longer you (the OPPOSITE of that undertale quote)

different beast, thunder bringer

TLDR

excited for wisdom saga !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[scenezfreak]

I BEG SOMETHING SMUTTY ABOUT JEFF AND A EMO TRANSMALE Y/N PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEE🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

OFCC, I’ve never written for a transgender reader so I apologize if it’s bad, I will try my best, love 🫶🏻

Jeff x TransMale!Reader

Warnings: Smut, reader has T-Dick, Reader has top surgery scars, soft Jeff? Creampie

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

Jeff was one of the best boyfriends you could ask for. He respected your decisions and choices so it was no surprise when you came out to him. He said he loved you for you and wouldn’t have it any other way. Hell, he even helped get testosterone for you. He was happy for you when your body started to change too as well as when you got top surgery.

He never seemed revolted by you and would literally kill anyone who said anything bad about you. He enjoyed every moment he spent with you. If you ever started feeling insecure then he would help cheer you up..whether it be cuddling or fucking you. He didn’t mind.

But now… you honestly don’t know how you found yourself in this situation, Jeff had stripped you naked and pushed you on his bed. Your mind was in a haze as he kissed from your neck to your chest, kissing over the scars. You moaned as his tongue licked over your nipples. You jolted as you felt his hands over your sex, his fingers prodding over your enlarged clit. The action made you buck up into his hand to try and gain more friction. “Needy are we?” He hummed as he kissed his way down.

Your eyes never left him as he reached your pelvis. “Jeff please..” You let out a whine, Jeff chuckled and got settled between your legs. His tongue slowly licked a stipe up your cunt before taking your clit into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around it. Your hand quickly grabbed his hair to push him in more, he didn’t mind the burn in his scalp if it meant he could hear your moans more.

Jeff’s fingers prodded at your hole before slowly working their way in and curling to that certain spot inside of you. He always knew how to give the best head..you were so close to cumming just before he pulled away, causing you to whine. “Why’d..why’d you stop?” You said breathlessly. He didn’t respond, opting to let his body do the talking as he lined up with your hole.

“Fffuck..” Jeff moaned out as he pushing inside of you. Your expression already looked fucked out, causing him to smirk. He slowly pulled out before slamming back in, tears filled your eyeline and you grabbed onto him as he repeated the motion. “Take it like a good boy.” His voice was husky and he let out a groan. His hands grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed them up.

Jeff readjusted himself so that he had you in a mating press. You threw your head back, your brain was numb at this point and Jeff was loving every second of it. He adored your little whimpers, moans, and trembling. His pace was fast and deep, his cock reached all the right places inside of you. “Aww are you gonna cum?” He teased.

You nodded quickly. After a couple of more thrusts you came on him, he groaned and pulled out, flipping you onto your knees. “I’m not done yet.” His voice was low and he pushed in again, starting at the pace he previously had. Before you could look back, he pushed your head down to make you arch more. His free hand had a bruising grip on your hip.

You felt his cock twitch, indicating that he was close. You were too fucked out to care if he would pull out or not, relishing in the way his cock buries deep inside of you. The hand that Jeff had on your hip trailed down to your clit, his fingers pulling and rubbing at it. “J-Jeff wait-..shit..!” You couldn’t stop your self as you came, your cum leaking onto the sheets. He helped you ride through it before straightening.

He was now chasing his own release, his balls slapped against your clit, the added pleasure overstimulating you. His pace got sloppy and he pushed in all the way to the base of his cock, warm white ropes filled your insides. He let out a groan as he fucked himself into you a couple of more times. “Good fucking boy..such a good boy for me.” He mumbled, his own mind stilly hazy.

When he caught his breath and pulled out he laid you down on your back. “Stay right here” He kissed your forehead. “I love you” he mumbled before pulling away to get something to clean you up with. You basked in the afterglow and allowed your eyes to flutter close.

[stevenssticks]

I STARTED A REVOLUTION SO THIS ONE’S FOR THE GWORLS‼️ FIRST TIME WITH STEVE VAI IM BEGGING WE ARE STARVING!! 🖤‼️

you asked and you shall receive bb<3

idk if you mean first time with steve or EVER so i’m going with first time ever to make it all sweet and loving

okay 1. he’s tall like 6’0 tall and ughh him w someone shorter than him is so💗💗💗💗

and like imagine him being older than reader by like maybe 10 years? not a crazy age gap compared to some other relationships but like it’s still significant. and he’s so much more experienced than you (aka you have none basically, besides getting fingered like once and giving head a couple times)

when you express this to him he’s so gentle and sweet about it. not childlike, you’re an adult and are definitely mature. not innocent. but he also makes sure to establish the fact that whatever you two do is at your pace. ohhh and the pet names!!!!! “honey” “sweetheart” UGHHH

anyway after some over the clothes touching, maybe a few times where he let you get off on his fingers, you finally feel ready to go all the way with him.

he gets you all laid out on the bed, naked while he’s stripped down to his boxers. he’s already so turned on, you can see how hard he is even through the fabric. you have a little wet spot on your panties from rubbing yourself on his thigh earlier, before panting out “wanna do it. wanna do it tonight.” in which steve ofc specified exactly what you mean. which led you to the position you’re in now.

steve being the gentleman he is makes sure to work you up before he properly fucks you. he gets down on his stomach in between your thighs, leaving kitten licks over your clothed cunt before pulling your underwear off and really going in. he sucks at your clit while he pushes a finger in you, then two, stretching you out for his cock. you’ve got your hands in his hair, grabbing and manipulating the strands. steve moans into you at this, and it makes you go absolutely wild. you can feel the bed move slightly and when you look down steve’s got his eyes closed, still sucking your clit while his hips push into the bed. fuck. he’s getting off on getting you off. what a fuckin dream.

once steve has you all loose on his fingers, he pushes back up into his knees, getting off the bed momentarily to shimmy out of his boxers. he’s long and pretty pink, you can tell he’s throbbing from where you lay on the bed waiting for him.

steve grabs a pillow that’s not cushioning your head to slide under your hips, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible before saying a little “okay, sweetheart?” in which you melt. answering with a quiet approval and then steve is pushing into you, and then you’re gone.

the stretch is so good, so delicious and perfect. he’s praising you, telling you how well you’re doing, how good you feel coupled with moans of his own. shimmying his hips to nudge deeper into you until he’s buried to the base. he leans over you, bringing you in for a kiss as he starts to move, lifting one of your legs to secure around his hip.

“fffuck you feel so good. oh shit..” steve murmurs into your skin. hips circling and pushing in and out of you so slowly before he picks up the pace. one of his hands is cradling your jaw, while the other roams up your torso. tweaking your nipples before skating down to press on your stomach so he can feel himself in you. “you feel that? that’s me. so deep in you honey. taking me so well.” (AAAAA)

he moves even further down to rub your clit, slow tight circles that make your brain feel like it’s seeping out through your ears. your eyes roll back and you’re suddenly hit with your orgasm, fast and hard. legs trembling and a couple tears falling from your eyes that steve kisses away as they fall.

“that’s it pretty.. did so well. just a little longer, you’re gonna make me cum. ohh fuck. fuck! m’ cumming-!”

and then steve is spilling inside you. you thank the lord you’re on birth control in that moment as you lay there with steve on top of you, breathing each other in and basking in the moment together<3

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WOAH THATS A LOT MORE THAN I THOUGHT I’D WRITE. ENJOY!

[hesawifebeaterdanusethegun]

A Scorpion's Touch (Final Chapter)

Chapter One Chapter Seven

Chapter Two Chapter Eight

Chapter Three Chapter Nine

Chapter Four Chapter Ten

Chapter Five Chapter Eleven

Chapter Six Chapter Twelve:

Her eyes widened at the carnage Frank had left behind him in the foyer. She stopped and stared for a minute, in shock at how much blood she could see in the room, the corpses of Lazaar’s guards scattered around.

“Fuck, you did this?” she whispered, still staring.

“I did,” he answered, all trace of his fangs gone and a little worry on his face that got more obvious every second she didn’t answer. He leaned in behind her to whisper in her ear.

“I did it for you, angel,” he breathed quietly. “I couldn’t leave you.”

Jenna turned and leapt into his arms, surprising him by hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her, stumbling back a bit.

“Woah, angel, what’s that for?” his lips curled into a smile, all worry gone from his expression.

“Thank you,” she whispered, pulling away and kissing his cheek. “I was so scared, Frank,” she said, tears coming to her eyes.

“Aw angel, you didn’t have anything to worry about. None of these fucks had a chance tryin’ to keep me away from you. I told you I’d never let anyone take you away from me,” Frank said, wiping a tear from her cheek with a thumb and kissing her softly. “Now let’s go find somewhere to clean up, okay sweetheart?”

Jenna nodded and followed him up the stairs. It didn’t take long for them to find a large bedroom with a bathroom that was nearly the same size just off of it. Frank held the door for Jenna and locked the door behind them both once they were inside.

“Alone at fuckin’ last,” Frank said, moving toward Jenna and pulling her in for a long, deep, bloodstained kiss. She felt him growing hard against her as he moaned into the kiss, roughly palming her breasts through her shirt. He backed her into a wooden table against the wall, swiping its contents onto the floor and grabbing Jenna by the hips, boosting her up to sit on its polished surface. He kissed her hard, still running his hands roughly over her body. He pulled away and helped her out of her bloody Rolling Stones shirt, holding it out to the side and dropping it to the expensive-looking rug he stood on. He reached around to her back, unfastening her bra, Jenna shrugging the straps off and dropping it between them to the floor.

Frank shrugged off his blood-soaked leather jacket, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt studded with bullet holes, blood staining the front of him, the sticky fluid drying the fabric to his chest. As they kissed Jenna slipped a hand beneath his shirt, sliding it upwards and peeling the cotton away from his skin. He pulled it up and over his head, tossing it away. He leaned forward, hands on the table, tilting his head to kiss her again, unable to keep his lips from hers now that he had her back.

“So glad you’re okay, angel,” he mumbled. “When he had his hands on you I almost lost my fuckin’ mind…” He moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin there. Jenna ran a hand through his hair as he nibbled at her pulse point.

“Can I?” he panted into her ear, a rare pleading tone in his voice.

“Do it,” she moaned, biting her lip hard as his fangs sank into her neck, penetrating just enough to break the skin and get the blood flowing. He held her tight as he licked and sucked at the small wounds he’d left, the excess dripping down Jenna’s chest and stomach, leaving small trails on her skin.

“Fffuck, angel, the way you taste…” he groaned, reaching down to rub the bulge at his crotch as he fed on her. Jenna wrapped her legs around his waist and held him tight, groaning as she felt his hard cock rubbing against her through her jeans. He continued to feed until the blood flow slowed and eventually stopped. He gently kissed the spot he’d bitten her before pulling away, her arms still around him. She looked beautiful like this, half naked and covered in blood, the sticky red liquid drying on her pale skin in deep maroon rivulets.

Frank lifted Jenna, her legs still wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck and carried her into the bathroom, setting her down on the plush rug that sat in front of the bath. He slid open the door and turned on the water, setting it hot enough that the room began to fill with warm steam. He turned back to Jenna and watched her kick off her boots and socks, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them off, leaving her in her underwear in front of him. He approached her and reached down, his eyes never leaving hers. He grabbed her panties and tore the fabric, ripping them off of her and dropping them, sliding two fingers through her folds roughly before the torn fabric hit the ground.

He started roughly fucking her with his fingers, putting his free hand around her throat and squeezing.

“You like that, angel?” he asked through clenched teeth as he choked her, just enough to partially cut off her air supply, still sliding his fingers deep into her cunt, curling them in just the right place to make her eyes roll back as her pussy clenched around his fingers. “Mm… yeah, that’s my little slut,” he praised, looking into her eyes. “Cum for me.”

His cock strained at the crotch of his pants. He pulled his fingers from Jenna’s pussy and let go of her throat, hurriedly unfastening his belt and the button of his pants, kicking them off along with his boxers, getting into the shower and helping Jenna into the tub. They felt the hot water washing the evidence of the previous night from them as they kissed under the shower head. The water rushing down the drain ran pink with blood over the white porcelain of the bath.

Frank slipped his cock between Jenna’s soft folds, teasing her hole with the tip before pulling back. She gasped and buried her face in his neck, his short beard scratching her cheek, her arms wrapped around him. He smirked and continued thrusting his dick in and out of her slit, never entering her, just teasing, making tears run from her eyes as her pussy throbbed, desperate to be filled.

Jenna could feel how hard he was as his cock slid past her clit, making her breath hitch in her throat. He was teasing himself as much as he was teasing her, she knew. Finally pulling out of her completely, a whine leaving her lips into his neck at the lack of contact, he pulled her hands from around him and looked her in the eye.

“On your knees,” he said seriously. She did as she was told. He placed a gentle hand on the back of her head, guiding her lips to the head of his throbbing cock. “Suck.”

Jenna opened her mouth, sliding the head of his cock past her lips and running her tongue over it as she slowly took his length into her throat until she gagged.

“That’s my girl,” he praised as she choked on his dick before starting to bob up and down, tasting her own cum on his cock. He threw his head back, closing his eyes. He sucked in a breath as she reached up and cupped his balls, massaging them as she sucked gently on his cock, her tongue collecting the salty precum that gathered at the tip. He looked down, meeting her eyes as she sucked him off, running his hand gently through her hair.

Jenna reached downward slipped two fingers into her pussy, the taste and smell of him making her even wetter than she already was. She moaned as she kissed and licked her way down his length before taking one and then the other of his balls in her mouth, sucking gently, then turning her attention back to his cock. She rubbed her clit as she continued bobbing on it, Frank resting his hand on her head and groaning.

“Gonna cum, angel,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Mm,” she moaned into his cock, feeling him start to throb as he came, twitching, on her tongue. She continued sucking as he came, his cock shooting hot ropes into her throat. She swallowed as he slipped his cock from her mouth and pulled her to her feet, kissing her softly, sliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting his own cum on hers. He reached down, picking her up beneath her thighs, Jenna wrapping both legs around him, feeling his cock press into her, still rock hard. She reached down between them and helped him line himself up, his cock slowly sinking into her as he held her up, her back against the wall. They kissed deeply as he slid deeper into her wet pussy, Frank groaning out praise whenever they stopped to take a breath.

“Hope you didn’t think I was done with you yet, angel,” Frank grunted, starting to move his hips, his thick cock dragging along her walls, stretching her painfully at first before the pain gave way to greatest pleasure she’d ever felt. She whimpered out his name as he fucked her, bouncing her on his cock, plunging deeper with every thrust. “Got a lot more cum for that sweet pussy o’ yours too, sweetheart,” he panted into her lips with a grin.

He started fucking her harder, slamming his cock into her as he held her against the wall, tilting his head to roughly kiss her, his tongue deep in her mouth and his dick kissing her g-spot. She cried out, tears running from the corners of her eyes, not sure how much more stimulation she could take.

“That’s right, angel, scream for me,” he whispered in her ear, kissing down the side of her neck he hadn’t bitten earlier. “Little slut can’t get enough of this cock, can you?” He squeezed her thighs hard enough to leave bruises later, holding her in place and slamming his cock deep into her before slowly pulling out only to pound into her hard and fast again, making her cry out with each thrust, happy that there was no one around to hear them.

“Ready for this cum, angel?” Frank asked, panting a little as he got close, holding himself back. “Beg for it, sweetheart,” he whispered into her ear dangerously.

“Please,” she whimpered, nearly incapable of speech with the speed at which he was fucking her. She came on his cock then, desperate to feel him twitch and throb as his hot cum coated her walls. He came when he felt her come undone around him, Jenna moaning in ecstasy as she felt him cum deep in her pussy, slowing but never stopping his thrusts.

She gripped his back, leaving red marks on his skin that healed as fast as they appeared while he continued to fuck her with no sign of slowing.

“Fuck, Frank…” she moaned out, Frank bouncing her hard on his dick once again, this time keeping up his punishing pace as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from her, Jenna loving every second of the rough treatment, savoring every inch of his hard cock in her desperate, needy pussy. Her neck burned and her pussy was sore from the pounding Frank was giving it but she had never been more turned on by him than she was tonight.

“Get ready for it, angel, got another load for that pussy…” he whispered in her ear, slowing his pace just a little, his thrusts getting uneven. “Fuck, you feel good, baby… wanna cum all over you, fill you up till you can handle any more…”

He came hard and fast, shooting a second hot load into Jenna’s cunt. She screamed silently into his neck as she came with him, his cock finally softening and slipping out of her as her pussy clenched around it.

“Fffuck…” said Frank breathlessly, resting his forehead on Jenna’s and laughing a bit. “Wow.”

She giggled a bit as he set her down on her feet again, putting her arms around his neck and kissing his lips softly, then a little more deeply.

They shut off the water and got out of the shower, each grabbing a towel, drying off quickly and heading to the bedroom. Jenna yawned, climbing under the thick, plush comforter on the bed and rolling onto her side, facing the door. Frank followed her in, walking around the bed to the other side. He climbed into bed behind her and pulled her against him, gently moving her hair out of the way and kissing her neck from behind, draping an arm over her and cupping one breast. He pinched her nipple, gently rolling it between his fingers. Jenna let out a sigh at his touch.

“That feel good, angel?” he asked as he continued to softly touch her, still kissing and sucking at the uninjured side of her neck.

“Mhmm,” she hummed by way of an answer. She could feel him getting hard again, his cock pressing against her back as he touched her. It was gonna be a long day.

[eldritch-spouse]

Me standing on a really tall unbalanced book stack. Its swaying a lot and I'm sobbing, "Vinnel this isn't funny! Please let me down! Vinnel! Vinnel I'm going to fall!"

Vinnel bites his lip behind his mask, which displays a blatantly heated expression.

He cackles loudly the moment you start pleading, voice wobbling as much as your legs on the stack. It sends a perfect shiver down his entire body, cock jumping hard.

" Uhuhuhu-! Stop being such a big baby. Seriously, aren't you an adult? "

The jester trots around you for a while, occasionally using an index to poke at some of the books on the stack.

" Oop! " One poke. " Ah ah! " Another one. " Hee hee! "

Every single time you cry out, he gets hotter under his frills. Though the exact moment he pretends he's going to slide one out of the tower like jenga, you burst into real, desperate wailing, probably assuming you'd fall and break your neck or something equally horrendous.

Vinnel groans deep in the back of his throat, slimy dick curling on itself, a muffled sort of " Ohhhn fffuck yes- " escaping him.

" Ohh poppet- " The bastard sing-songs. " Who's gonna catch you when you fall? "

The jester rubs a hand down his front, greedily gripping his own arousal through the suit as he prepares to hear you beg past snot and tears.

Lord, he wishes you'd never stop crying.

[ofnightshadeandthornyroses]

Of Those That are Sanguinary    Pt.2

Eager to shed blood; bloodthirsty.

Detailed descriptions of a murder scene and body.

It's The Lost Boys. That should probably be expected.

"Here!"

Laddie yells from Dwaynes bike and they come to a stop just under the boardwalk with the smell of blood in the air stronger than before mixing with an intoxicating scent.

Laddie gets off the bike and starts walking a fast pace towards the smell.

Dwayne caught up to Laddie facing him and telling him to go watch the band currently on stage.

"Why can't I help?"

"Not this time bud. We don't what's up there, okay? Go watch the show."

"Can I get a new ice cream?" "Yeah." "Alright!"

He ran off and they went onwards.

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The sight in front of them left them in various states.

Marco and Paul were obviously drooling with starstruck expressions while David looked more amused and Dwayne interested.

There was the question of who did this?

Who took this man and skinned him? Who recreated him? Revived him.

The man, or well used to be, was skined. That skin was pinned to him and together in the shape of bats wings. Scraps of skin were thrown to the side it seemed, the peices cut to make divots in the wins.

Paul fell to his knees dramatically, Marco soon following after.

"Oh fffuck. This has to be for us. It's to beautiful." Paul says with a dreamy look.

"Someone here finally has a sense of art!" Marco says, spread fingers lightly touching the wings.

David takes the newly lit cigarette out of his mouth to speak."Not a thought in your head questioning who did this, huh? Who might be in our territory?"

Something shiny catches Paul's eye. As he shuffles towards it he see it's small and black with red, ruby eyes. It's a bat. He picks it up and Oh the smell coming off of this small thing. Now being able to differentiate the intoxicating smell from the blood, he knows. That pretty babe from the boardwalk.

He woops and jumps up going to David.

"Looky what I found!"

David picks it up and recognizes first, while Paul caught your eyes the bat caught his while he was scoping you out. Then the smell hit him. An intoxicating smell that was the same as yours and all over the area. All over the body. " Ooo I wanna see!" Marco reached over with his blood spotted hands but David batted him away. "Blood, Marco. You'll get that pests smell on it."

Marco sulks back over to the body.

"Do you think the girl did this?"

David's eyes lock with Dwaynes as uses the link.

"It's a possibility. I don't smell anyone else here. Even Laddies smell is basically nonexistent at this point. Laddie said her name didn't he?" "YN. A beautiful name. Fits." Marco joins into the telepathic conversation. "Guys? There's a bone missing. Like, an entire bone."

Them as well as Paul, who had been listening in, go over to Marco and see that there in fact was a bone missing.

How they missed that before, they don't don't know but now that they see it it's obvious the right thigh is missing its skeletal structure.

"What would she need a bone for?" Paul crouched down, scratching his head.

"What wouldn't you need it for? There's so many things you can do with bones!" Marco nudged his shoulder and gets ip looking towards David. "So where do we go from here?"

"Disposal." He states taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Ack- disposal!? Just like that!? Can't we like dry him out or something?"

David tilts his head and narrows his eyes at Marco,"No."

"A picture! A picture!" Marco rushed taking out his Polaroid from the bag attached to his bike proceeding to take pictures of the proclaimed peice of art before him.

"Now we can have at 'em."

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You walked under the boardwalk hoping to find an empty section of beach or at the very least not get spotted in nothing covering you but undergarments and mesh, ones covered in blood at that, as well as a very incriminating object.

A little ways back you could hear the sound of bikes stopping and your body decided it wanted feel as if a string was a attached, saying hey let's look. We wanna know. We should  know. That's when you decide to quickly and quietly haul ass away from where you came.

Thankfully you only had to dodge one couple making out and hide behind pillars until you got far enough from them to keep on going peacefully.

Eventually you made it to a part that was mostly empty except for a few strays that dotted the beach sparingly. Thankfully it was mostlikely after midnight on a school night in fall and tourists were mostly gone until Christmas or summer.

Stripping out off you mesh top and fish nets so that any one that saw you would think it was a bikini. You came out from under the boardwalkand, covering the trophy as much as possible, and headed straight for the water hoping the dim lighting and distance would be enough for someone to miss you looking like a massacre.

You dropped your shorts and jacket on the sand, keeping hold of your mesh garments, and step into the water. You head into the the water, stopping until you were covered from the shoulders down and began squeezing out the mesh and ultimately using it to help scrub of blood from you body.

It's been so long. All it took was one child bullying asshole and here you were. A memory surfaces of another life, a past life. A different state with police that were getting too close to the truth for comfort.

After cleaning up and wiping down the femur bone you kept, you went back on land grabbing your clothes and hiding bone.

Making your way back under the boardwalk you glance both ways and stall. In the distance you see four large figures in the sky, looking to be carring something, mostlikely prey back to a nest.

Those are some damn big birds.

[reshinless]

──── 8 times in the morning.

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. forest sex. that's it.

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader,!!NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. he would, idk i just get the vibes, oh and i wrote dialogue this time :)

kinich who's such a meanie, merely observing you, a lustful smirk on his face as you rode him. watching each time how you plop down onto his base, the way your wanton moans mixed with the moist, & musky environment you've both set yourselves to.

kinich who leans against the branches, as your chest leans onto his, repeatedly bouncing. hearing the way you could only whimper out small mewls of his name, seeing how prettily your tummy bulged with his length inside of you, he could watch you for days.

kinich who holds you down by your hips, slamming you against his base when you start to get tired, barely carrying yourself off the branch below you. grunting at the sound of your wails of pleasure. or the way you screamed his name when you squirted on his cock for what seems like the umpteenth time already!!

"ah— shit.. have you ever thought how pretty you look like this?" he huffed out as he held you down to his base. you couldn't make out a reply, simply inhaling and exhaling, in the process of catching your breath. "s' pretty.. i'm gonna miss the way you whine my name.. gonna miss these hips on this cock."

he sounded so condescending. mere pants coming out your mouth, busy trying to formulate a sentence in a way to retaliate against him. but before you can speak a single word—

"mhm? sorry, what was that, pretty?" mock visible in the tone of his voice, kinich had no mercy for you, at least for now. grinding against your g-spot. "a-ahh fffuck.. kin—" you felt like you were about to cum again, deep crescent marks indented to your plush thighs. "mmf.. kin— i-i'm g'na.." "what? cumming again?" he only rubbed against harder, reaching a hand out to touch the precious little bump he made in your stomach.

the dominance of tree covers the whole of the land, yet here you were, instead of hunting for the price of a million mora, you'd get the dopamine of getting it at least. kinich who only let out a scoff, watching your eyebrows knit in pleasure, watching how your thighs simply quivered from it, you were getting close.

kinich who was obsessed watching your expression spoil into a hot mess on his dick. feeling your pussy clench on him so good, he couldn't resist a groan. the moon marks into your hips only worsening, whining for him to just finish you off already—

"c'mon.. say please. please ruin my pussy, kinich. beg for me, tell me how much you've earned this last drop of my cum inside you." such a meanie kinich is! he wanted you to beg him so sweetly, even when you can barely remember your own name. even when you can only see stars from cumming so much. after a few attempts, he lets out a low rasp, giving it to you anyway.

kinich who pistons your hips onto his cock one more time, a lot rougher than the ones he did with you earlier. hitting your womb so good you scream a little louder than earlier, startling a few animals nearby (LOL.)

kinich who arrives back to their commissioners, the ones who originally gave him the mission, saying they forfeit the job.

"hey— kid you can't just leave now! you already—" a bag of the ores they searched for landed onto the table. deciding not to accept payment for this mission this time, making you cream on his cock 8 times in a row was priceless.

this was supposed to be in my kinktober thing but i guess i need to post

[xxpsychopartypuppyxx]

Moss

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A short Garrance oneshot taking place in the Minecraft Diaries universe. Keeping in mind, this fic is likely moderately OOC, as I haven't watched the entirety of MCD since I was, like, 11. [I'm 20 now, ftr o_O]

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WARNING: This fic contains descriptions of blood, tending to open wounds, and brief mentions of kind of freaky gay things to do with them!!! Viewer discretion is advised. A character within the story is also mildly affected by blood loss throughout the entirety of the fic, so if that's something you're uncomfortable with, please do not read the fic. I'd describe it to be akin to sleepiness, in this case. The kind that makes you a little more vulnerable, and ballsy. It is not noncon, nor dubcon [I don't write those <3], but I thought I'd include it in the warnings, just in case.

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This fic is 18+. If you are not 18 or over, leave.

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Garroth put his hand on Laurance's shoulder, gently applying pressure to move him backwards, inspecting the wounds on his arms through his chainmail with a trained eye.

He frowned, his eyes focused on the damage as Laurance's fixed on him.

"This is...awful, Laurance. How in the name of Irene did you manage to get these wounds? From those bandits?" Garroth grumbled out, stern, yet soft. It was obvious to Laurance that his co-worker cared for him deeply, but as per usual, Garroth was guarded with his words and actions.

Laurance was having none of it this time, though.

"I got 'em from falling for you so hard," The redhead breathed in a seductive tone, a small chuckle and a cough following the silky words. Karma, he supposed. There was no blood torn from his lungs this time, but that splutter concerned Garroth nonetheless.

"Shut up, Laurance," Garroth briefly dropped the 'professional guard' act, his expression further beginning to reveal his concern, "Just...be quiet, let me handle this."

Garroth carefully reached for Laurance's armour, his experienced hands making quick work of his tabard, plating, chainmail and all. He had placed each piece neatly down on the grass, before taking a closer look at Laurance's chest.

"...Having f...fffuck, ow, uh...fun there?" Laurance hissed in pain as Garroth interrupted his flirtatious remark with a swipe of his thumb, before the taller pulled away to search for an ideal patch of moss to dress Laurance's wounds.

"No, I'm not having fun seeing you in pain, Laurance. As much as I think you have it coming sometimes," Cue Laurance's weak 'Hey!' from nearby - "You really need to be more careful with how you hold yourself in these situations. There's only a certain amount of moss in this forest."

Laurance looked at Garroth, forlornly. "I'm...sorry Garroth, I just...fuck, I just wanted to protect-"

"Our people. Their belongings. I know. But you shouldn't have fought those bandits alone." Garroth picked the moss he needed, then took it back to Laurance. He cut off the dirtied roots with his sword.

He stuffed the deeper wounds with the fluffy material, making sure they were packed adequately. His companion's blood was scarlet red on his fingers, glistening in the pale moonlight from above.

Laurance looked a little taken aback at the display: Garroth in such close proximity, a tinge of red on his fingertips as he stuffed Laurance full of fluffy white moss. It might've been the slight blood loss getting to his head, but...

...Laurance couldn't help but stare. In that moment, he briefly considered asking Garroth to plunge a finger into the wound he'd packed. To feel around inside of Laurance, to become a part of him.

But...that was...by Irene, that was far too much. Far too dangerous. Far too...weird.

"S..Sorry, Garroth..." Laurance whimpered involuntarily as the blond towering over him swiped some moss across his surface wounds, wiping any blood and debris away.

Garroth didn't mention the rather...unmasculine, sound. He only kept tending to Laurance. "What for? For getting yourself stabbed, through your chainmail, no less?"

"N...No, for...for wasting so much of your time, for..not being a good guard, a good friend, I-" The blood loss was definitely getting to Laurance a little. Usually, he was able to keep these kinds of thoughts at bay. This time, though...

"Be quiet." Garroth discarded the used moss in a pile of loose dirt, then scuffed his boot over the top of it, masking the scent of blood with dried, dusty mud.

"You're plenty competent, Laurance. As a guard...and as a friend, I couldn't ask for more. You know that, so damn it, don't say things like that." Garroth's voice was rough with emotion.

Before Laurance could reply, Garroth sucked in a deep breath, visibly bracing himself. He then cautiously pulled Laurance into a tender embrace.

Laurance blinked. Garroth...hadn't ever been so close before. He could smell his hair...the iron of his pauldrons...a familiar tinge of copper from his hands...and a distinct, earthy smell. The moss, of course.

It was...too much. Far too much, all at once.

Laurance clung to Garroth, feeling his hands begin to tremble as he held on to the taller man for dear life, near literal. He took in shaky, laboured breaths as he tried to keep his composure.

"...Relax, Laurance." Garroth was clearly the one getting clammy, almost at a loss for words in this situation, but Laurance didn't care. For as Garroth's words were whispered near his ear, his Scots accent mingling with them in a softer manner than his usual, Laurance relaxed; let out all of his pent up insecurities into Garroth's warmth.

"I get worried I-I'll never be able to protect the ones I love, I get worried I'll lose them every day. I look at all the other guards I've known in my travels and feel so insignificant, like I'm...not meant to have this position. Like I don't have the right to call myself a guard. I feel...someone else would be better able to keep these people safe, not...not me. I.." Laurance trailed off, face buried in Garroth's shoulder.

When he next looked up at Garroth, he saw a deep ocean of blue looking back at him; spilled down rosy cheeks, the dam broken by words, and words alone. Garroth quickly pulled away, wiping his eyes as discretely as possible. Laurance had already seen the ocean, though; it was vast, and nigh impossible to contain.

"What's...what's wrong Garroth?" Laurance asked, hushed and cautious with his words. He didn't want to hurt Garroth, he was clearly in a vulnerable state of mind right now.

"You...my Irene, I just...I hear those words - from my closest friend, no less...and they sound almost exactly like the ones I hear in my own mind, every single time something goes awry." Garroth breathed out, eyes not meeting Laurance's gaze. He looked as though he were hesitating about something, but Laurance wasn't sure what.

Laurance didn't know what to say. He instead pulled Garroth back into that same warm hug, but this time, he held him closer. He squeezed him as tight as he could without disturbing his own wounds.

Garroth sat there for a moment, before wrapping his arms around Laurance once again. He spoke to him in a soft tone; "...You shouldn't feel inadequate, you're a noble, strong, caring person...and all of those qualities are what make a good protector. You're...amazing, Laurance...truly, I mean it."

Laurance couldn't take it anymore. The thrumming in his head was eating his rationality alive.

Laurance pulled Garroth closer, fist balled around the front of his tabard, other hand reaching up to grab his chin. Garroth didn't pull away, but looked shocked by the sudden advancement. He quickly melted into the touch, leaning in a little closer himself.

Laurance chuckled, the fog in his head clearing a little. "Garroth, you...I never expected you to lean towards me like that, you little devil," He found his face flushing, but he pulled Garroth closer nonetheless.

Garroth seemed to gain a slight amount of hesitance at the words, wondering if he'd done something wrong, before it all melted away again the second Laurance pulled him yet closer. Their lips were almost brushing, and Garroth could feel his breath picking up as his head began to fill with...thoughts. Thoughts he wished he could put reigns on.

Laurance smirked at the feeling of Garroth's warm breaths on his lips, before opting to bite the other guard's lower lip.

Garroth gasped shallowly, a quiet whine ripped from his throat as Laurance began to nip at him. His teeth were pretty; pearly white with the tiniest notion of fangs. They were slick with spit. His own or Laurance's, though, he had no clue; his own lip was wet with the same stuff. But either way, that didn't matter. Right now, he wanted nothing more than for Laurance to quit toying with him and just-

Garroth went a deep shade of red, suddenly realising what exactly was going on. He lightly pushed against Laurance in his tizzy, heart racing.

Laurance stopped what he was doing to Garroth nigh immediately, looking up at him with a questioning, almost pleading, look.

"L...Laurance, you're...the- the blood loss m-must be affecting your judgement, I-I...I can't take advantage of you like this..." Garroth breathed out what was practically an excuse, ignoring the needy ache in his mind, stomach, and chest. He knew Laurance wasn't that far gone, if at all, he just...

...he needed a moment to collect himself.

"Sh-Shit, sorry, Garroth..." Laurance pulled away, flustered now that he'd been told off.

"I-It's okay, I'm not...I'm n-not mad at you. these kinds of situations sometimes m-make your mind and body a-act strangely...and without considering the con- consequences. But, that being said, you should...you should rest up. Here," Garroth took his tabard off, and made a makeshift bed using excess moss, grass, and the article of clothing.

He gestured for Laurance to get into bed.

"I...y-yeah. Thanks." Laurance got into bed, with some help from Garroth when he struggled; once again, ever the astute one.

Laurance had to pretend he wasn't looking at Garroth's muscles and scars as he tried to settle down. He briefly wondered if Garroth was even into guys, before perishing the thought. He needed to sleep.

"...Goodnight, Garroth."

"Night, Laurance."

Garroth couldn't keep his eyes off Laurance's lips in the night, and nothing could take his mind off of the little love bites he'd given him; not sharpening his sword, not foraging their dinner for tomorrow, not even thinking about Aphmau and their home. He was constantly licking his bottom lip, and every time he did, he felt his face grow hotter.

Garroth realised, as his form was doused in moonlight from above, that there would be absolutely no coming back from what had happened between the two of them, that night.

He was fucked.

[artificialinsanity]

Hunting the Missing Link

Story Summary: When a mysterious individual crash-lands in the sleepy town of Starlight Edge, four unassuming individuals begin on a journey to find its origins, kickstarting a chain of events that would alter thier lives forever.

Chapter Summary: Emily tries her god damned hardest to prevent the cops from finding her suspicious in the investigation of that loud crashing noise earlier.

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"...Fffuck…"

Ellipse looked at her, confused. "What is it, Emily?"

"No time to explain - Get in the trunk of my car and don't leave until I tell you to, got it?"

"Yes ma'am! Right away!"

Ellipse did what he was told, while Emily called up Stella in the car.

“Hello?”

“Hey, don’t be alarmed, but I think the cops are on their way.”

“The cops? What reason would the police have with us this late at night?”

“What reason do you think?”

“I suppose it WAS pretty loud… And the crater’s still in the street…”

“Yeah I told him to hide in the trunk. I’ll deal with this, but keep the car on in case things go south, okay?”

“Got it!”

“Hanging up now.”

“Understood.”

And with that, Emily hung up the phone and waited for the inevitable. Because of course someone was going to call the police - it might be a small town but the sound of Ellipse crashing into the pavement was bound to get a few complaints from scared civilians. Emily just had to let them know that there was nothing to worry about. It was probably just an earthquake anyways.

Even though she was socially awkward.

And her sarcastic tone might raise suspicion.

…Yeah, she was fucked, wasn’t she?

The officer pulled up to the curb and stepped out of his vehicle. The abnormally scrawny boar Mobian walked up to Emily and engaged in conversation.

"'Evening, madam," he said, almost bored and out of it entirely, damn near slurring his words together as he spoke.

"Good evening, Officer…" She read the name on his nametag. "Brian."

Brian squinted, before returning to a neutral expression. "There's been reports of a noise complaint in this area. Sounded like an explosion. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

"Oh, I think someone just set off too many fireworks," Emily chuckled nervously. "Must have been really excited for the new year."

"New Year's was 2 weeks ago."

"Maybe they didn't get to celebrate until now. Could explain the sound of it then."

Emily was practically sweating mortar shells at this point and DESPERATELY trying to keep her composure. As Brian stared greatswords into her soul, she felt her heart skip a beat. Her breath quickened, heartbeat doubling, head pounding, she was in over her head, down on her luck, and she was a terrible liar, and yet…

She miraculously managed to remain cool, calm, and collected in spite of that.

Brian's gaze returned to normal as he spoke. "Well I guess that seems plausible enough. I'll be on my way then."

"Have a good night, sir."

"You too," he said sleeplessly as he walked back to his car.

And then he noticed the crater in the street. Emily's heart sank as he stopped to stare.

"You're telling me a firework caused all this?"

"Hey, that could just be a pothole!"

"There's smoke coming out of it. Not only is this recent, it's different from the average pothole."

"Well, I mean, some fireworks ARE pretty powerful-"

"Powerful enough to blow a man-sized hole in the street? I don't buy it. Something else is afoot here and you're clearly hiding something." Brian pulls out his pistol. "I want you to tell me exactly what happened here, and don't you lie to me!"

"Fine, I'll tell you," Emily said with her arms raised. "A robot fell out of the sky and landed dead in the street. I picked him up and hid him in my trunk before you showed up here."

Brian raised an eyebrow and turned the safety off his gun.

"Hey, you wanted the truth!" Emily retorted. "Now which sounds more believable to you, a rogue firework display, or a man-sized robot raining from the sky like it's Christmas morning?"

"I'm warning you, one more lie and I will shoot!"

"I swear to you, I'm telling the truth!"

Brian pulled the trigger and fired. Thinking quickly, Emily dove to the side, rolled into a ball, and made a mad dash for the driver's side door of her car. She pulled, but it didn't budge.

"Crap, locked!" She thought to herself. Dashing quickly to the middle of the street to dodge another shot, she noticed a sparkle in the middle of the road.

It was her car keys, which had fallen out of her pocket when she dove to safety. Diving between Brian's legs as he took another shot, she nabbed the keys tightly in her hand as she made another beeline for the car door.

- - -

Inside the car, Lyla and Stella were playing a racing game on thier DS's, while Vicki was fast asleep.

"Grass." Stella spoke.

"Brass." Lyla retorted.

"Assassin." Stella boasted.

"Classroom." Lyla remarked.

Stella paused for a moment. "Lass."

"Gas!" Lyla responded. "Wait-"

"Nope, too late! I win!"

"Dammit!" Lyla exclaimed, snapping her finger in disappointment.

Suddenly, the car door opened, letting in wind chill, as Emily quickly entered and started the car.

"What's the rush, buttercup?" Lyla teased. "Didn't go well?"

"No, we talked it out over ice cream and cookies," Emily exclaimed sarcastically. "The cops are on our ass and we need to move or we'll all be shot!"

Lyla and Stella were taken aback. But with no time to explain, Emily put her foot to the pedal and sped off down the road as fast as she could.

- - -

Outside, as Brian watched the car speed off down the road, he got into his police cruiser and made a radio call.

"This is Officer 744 requesting backup. There is a red '02 Mitsubishi Eclipse heading into town and I need every cruiser we have available on it. Over."

To Be Continued...

[lesbianpwnieswithweapons]

Best place to start is with what you're feeling and what you're wanting. If you can pin that down, no matter how ridiculous it might feel to say or express, you can then describe it in more detail or phrase it better.

The key to hornyposting, though I am not all that good at it myself, is being shameless, unafraid to say what you want.

So like. For example. (Pardon the explicitness)

'I want to eat my boyfriend's ass', 'thinking about eating my boyfriends ass makes me blush'

Can become-

'fffuck he's got such a thick ass. i really want to bury my tongue in his hole but im too embarrassed to ask. he said he's never done that before and god I want to be the one to give him that experience.'

I dunno man. You just gotta be willing to be horny.

i think my biggest roadblock is "fear of sounding lame"