#i love the drill guy too he’s fucking wild

[unknownarmageddon]

Hey dude............... I hope you don't mind....................

If I send you artfight things I think you might like. Just to look at.

https://artfight.net/character/5507951.surge

https://artfight.net/character/5507953.lars

OUHH ohh i definitely don’t mind dude i love looking at art and character design. these characters rule holy shit

[pickingupmymercedes]

Lewis Hamilton - NSFW Alphabet

a/n: It's a NSFW Alphabet, you guys know the drill. Haven't really seen these around for a while, and that photo with the body hair got me in a mood.

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Clingy. He needs to feel your touch somewhere and needs to have his hands on you. He particularly likes when you run your fingers through his hair, soothing any bad thought away. He may put on a tough façade for the world but when he lowers his walls, he loves the reassurance of your skin on his.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He takes great pride in his arms and shoulders, they’re not the biggest because of f1, but they do a great part of his job. Also, they hold you and everyone he loves close.

On you he loves your collarbones, it’s the first place he goes in any given circumstance. It’s where he feels your perfume when you’re fresh out of the shower, your smell when he’s holding you close while thrusting up at your most intimate place, where he buries his face when he needs to hide from the world and where he leaves his mark for the same world to see.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Before being officially and seriously a couple, he would finish in the condom, the moment you were his though, marking you was a thought that drove him wild. Since that first time going raw there was no turning back, he needed to feel and fill you every time since.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You and him sneaked out, while still being “only friends”, during an end of year party in Brackley. You had had a bit too much to drink and so had him, you stumbled out to the third floor for a breather, after being surrounded by his perfume all night long, and he followed you like a lost puppy, too scared that if he let you out of his sight you’d run and never come back. It was messy and led to radio silence from both of you for weeks, but the sexual tension only grew after that. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He sure as hell knows what he’s doing. He likes when you’re curious about his experience too, and is always up to let you experience and try new things as a couple.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Cowgirl, he likes to pretend to be the one in charge but in the privacy of the bed he you’re the boss, plus he gets to watch you and the pleasure he gives you. He’ll flip you if you get too fucked out to ride him all the way, but you’re usually on top.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Depends on the mood. In the morning it’s usually lighthearted, lazy and sloppy, giggles thrown in the air left and right. Nights tend to be a bit more serious, locked stares, purposeful movements and overall, nastier. 

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Extremely well taken care of. Not all bare though, you both like a bit of something there, but groomed and tidy for sure. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s a thoughtful guy, and you can’t help but imagine even with the hock ups he was probably like that too.

But something changes for him when you two finally commit. From that moment, his favorite part wasn’t the sex but how close you felt to him, how vulnerable you let yourself be around him, how in those moments your world and his are nothing but each other.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’ll take matter into his own hands (literally) if needed, but he’ll much rather wait for you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise was one you found out pretty early on, but the main one was breeding, and God did it drive you two into the most unexpected situations.  

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Ideally somewhere you can both take your time, before, during and after. But he’s an adrenaline junkie, and adventurous locations would spark something and things would happen in a rooftop, driver’s room, secluded parking lot, desert beach.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, not much was needed to get him uncomfortable in his pants, a look you gave him from behind his computer and he was done with whatever work he had to get done. But what truly drove him wild was seeing you smirk at him as you did the most mundane of chores knowing he would get riddle up.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Cause pain if it’s not closely interlinked with pleasure.

Withholding your orgasm so you when you cum it’s a star-seeing, numbing-body one is a big yes. But using you so he gets his release after a frustrating situation but not getting you there in the end is a huge No for him. 

He cares too much about your wellbeing to get his needs met if it does nothing for you. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

His thing is going down on you, and he certainly has the skill to match his preferences, but you can’t resist his bulge and how the weight feels wrapped around your hands. He wasn’t too keen on having someone give him head just for the fun of it, but eventually you got him there, even if he won’t admit you can have him quite literally wrapped around your fingers.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and deep is his thing, each thrust sends a message and it’s intoxicating how easily he claims your body.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t care too much for them in a daily basis, and would much rather take your time, but racing weekends are busy and sometimes things have to be taken care of in less than 10 minutes, in a dark corridor somewhere.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s down to try anything you suggest and eventually suggests a few things latter in the relationship as well, when he feels you’re comfortable about his past experiences.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go for as long as you want him to go and a bit more. His pace also helps him last longer, and although the same probably can’t be said for you, he likes to take it as a challenge to see how many times, for how long and with how much effort he can get you to cum.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t mind new friends, but they’re not frequent and he prides himself that your best times were only using his fingers, tongue and dick.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves it, but you’re impatient so it usually doesn’t last too long, just enough to get you riddled and panting.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Lewis could never be loud, but jesus is he vocal. The dirty talking in your ears is through the roof. But your favorite are his grunts, he gets so tunnel focused with his thrusts his mouth always falls open and he lets out the most guttural ones, them alone kept you panting.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

It was risky, so incredibly risky and stupid from both of you to be in that badly lit corridor, hands all over each other, breathless and rushed kisses all over your skins.

The season had started on a bad foot and for the past 2 races everyone had been working the extra night hours trying to get something out of the car. Lewis had just gotten out of a debrief while you were using his side of the garage as a backdrop for a meeting. He walked right in front of your laptop and stared at you for a while before walking out into the pitlane, taking a second lingering look, left eyebrow raised, tongue slightly brushing the corner of his lips.

You were looking for him as soon as you could get away with the excuse of poor internet, going about the pitlane and taking a moment to actually appreciate the warm Australian weather.

As you looked and tried to find something in the darkness you felt strong arms wrapping you from behind, and kisses in your shoulders that left you highly aware you were in public.

“Someone could see us Lew” you whispered, turning in his embrace to lace your fingers behind his neck. “You look so damn hot when you boss those guys around” he muttered into your collarbone, after unbuttoning the first couple buttons on your blouse, leaving kisses all over your chest.

“Let’s just find somewhere better hidden then” you offered, hands already under his shirt, feeling the heat and firmness of his muscles. “Already did” he said while easily picking a giggling version of you up and kissing your lips to shush you.

The dark alley-type corridor was but a dead space in between fia’s garage and where the safety cars were, no lights there and the only speck of glow coming from two garages away. He sat you down somewhere soft, never once leaving your neck while one hand groped your bra covered breasts and the other held you close by your waist.

Through the fabric in his briefs, you felt his bulge in your tummy when he positioned his body in between your spread legs. A low and husky “we can’t make a sound babe” in your ear before he bucked your hips upwards and pushed your pants down just beneath your knees, pooling his own underwear at his feet with his jeans.

You took his already rock-hard length in hand and used your thumb to get the precum from his tip to the rest of the sensitive head. His grunts filling the now muffed air and you couldn’t help but sneer a “shush there, big guy” while smirking at his pleasure-contorted face. You gave it a few pumps, trying your everything not to give in and show him who’s boss, you had no time to prolong any foreplay, your own desire well visible in your soaked cunt.

He pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, biting on your lower lip, trying to distract you with the sharp pain in your month from the stretch his member was giving your core while he slowly thrusted into you, picking up speed as your walls adjusted to his girth, the sound of skin on skin joining the sounds you both tried to keep low.

The scene was truly obscene if anyone found you two. Your hair wild in a makeshift bun he had mustered, seated in a wobbly stack of tires as his hips thrusted forward and you held onto him by his biceps and his butt. He tried muffling his grunts in the soft skin of your exposed collarbone and the faster his movements got the more certain you were he was leaving a mark there.

You knew he was close when his thrusts got deeper, lowly growling “cum for me” in his ears and instantly feeling his hand in between your bodies until his fingers circled your clit. It only took a few seconds for the already present knot in your lower stomach to snap with the added stimulation, and the aftershocks in your inner walls squeezed his own orgasm, his last thrusts making sure his seed was deep inside you.

You embraced his neck and lied your head on his shoulders to catch your breath and stop the world from spinning, his hands caressing your tights and waist. You only moved when you felt him soften inside you, his features contorting at the sensitiveness of his member as he pulled out, his hands always finding your body, even while you both dressed back up.

As you both sneaked around the garages back to hospitality you heard two Williams crew members loudly talking to each other.

“Can you believe those new Fia interns? They can’t keep their hands off of each other, but getting it on in the garage is a new level of stupid, I’m pretty sure we weren’t the only ones to hear them”.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

We have all seen it through his pants that he is big. The first time you held it in your hand (and mouth) you questioned how on earth it would fit, but the moment you felt his girth in you it was game over for anyone else.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High. He keep things civil when other people are around, but the moment you’re alone it gets hot and heavy pretty quick. He’s intense in all matters of life, and with you it wouldn’t be any different.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It’s the one thing that for sure knocks him out, even when the stress is sky rocketing. As soon as you’re both comfortably tangled in each other and he feels you relax he’s out. He had a no sex on run night’s policy, but agreed it made no sense with how well he slept after with you in his arms.

[rottedghuleh]

♡ SLASHER/HORROR ICONS HEADCANONS ♡

UPDATES: My suggestions are open! I have a very small list of others I wanna do, so shoot me a suggestion and I won't shoot myself :). I am hopefully going to expand my writing at some point by either doing stories of my own OCs, fluff, and more things.

♡ A/N: I wanna keep up the writing even though I don't REAAALLLLYYY wanna write a full story smut, mostly because some of y'all seem to enjoy my fanfics and I wanna kinda try something new and silly. So here's some SFW and NSFW headcanons! YIPPEE!! ✨

Who will you all see in this list?:

♡ Michael Myers (RZ version)

♡ Thomas Hewitt (TCM)

♡ Otis Driftwood (HO1000C)

♡ Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

˚ · . Michael Myers (Rob Zombie version) !

SFW:

♡ Generally, he's very cold. I mean, of course he is, it's Michael Myers.

♡ Michael may not show his love for you emotionally, but I think he would show you in other ways. Either by making or giving you one of the masks he's made.

♡ Total tummy and thigh guy. Michael probably would grab onto you when he wants something since he doesn't speak. Either if it's by him grabbing around your waist or laying a hand across your belly from behind.

♡ Secretly enjoys you playing with his hair. You could run your hands through it, push it out of his face, twirl it around your fingers. He's yours.

NSFW:

♡ A lot of people think that Michael would be rough and a kinky motherfucker in bed, I think that is where you're wrong. You have to consider this man spent a good majority of his life being locked away at Smith's Grove Sanitarium. He's not going to be experienced.

♡ Very handsy in bed. Either if it's gripping at your hips and tummy or holding onto your chest when you ride him. His hands have to be on you. Spreading your legs, touching you, slipping his fingers into your entrance.

♡ Michael is probably very quiet in bed until he gets close. When he feels like he's about to cum, he'll grunt and pant out as he tries to hold himself back from finishing inside you.

♡ The first time he did finish in you, he was more curious than scared. He dipped his fingers into your hole and pulled out whatever wet slick of you and his cum before licking his fingers.

˚ · . Thomas Hewitt !

SFW:

♡ He's a momma's boy, but he will treat you like you're the best thing that has ever happened to you (tbh, you probably are.) Thomas would be a total sweetheart for you and you probably would have him by a leash.

♡ Thomas would gift give. Sometimes it's a ring or bracelet from a victim, or if he wandered off, he would give you wild flowers that he ripped up by the root.

♡ Thomas probably isn't too fond of touching. There are days where he would insist on laying on top of you and won't move until you're almost crushed beneath him. Depends on his mood really.

♡ When you two first got together, Thomas was scared shitless. He was scared to even hold hands with you because Luda Mae had it so drilled into his head about how intercourse was bad before marriage. He of course was probably never taught what intercourse was besides the vulgar things Charlie would say around the house.

NSFW:

♡ Once again, probably didn't know what the hell he was doing. Thomas only knew that the ache in his pants needed to be taken care of. He tends to get sexually frustrated, jerking himself off until he's rubbed raw until you showed him the right way to do it.

♡ Once Thomas caught a scent of your arousal, he was immediately drunk. Since he doesn't speak, he would give you cues that he was in the mood. By pulling your hand against his bulge or by simply picking you up and carrying you off somewhere.

♡ Thomas would make sure Luda wasn't around before he fucked you. He was gentle at first but due to awhile of frustration, he would get rough and fuck you raw. You would often have to calm him down to keep him from fucking a hole into the floor.

♡ If Thomas ever marks you, his fingers would tenderly touch those spots. He may hurt others, but to you, you are his everything and you getting hurt by him was the last thing he wanted. You often would have to reassure him that it was a love bite.

˚ · . Otis Driftwood !

SFW:

♡ If I'm being honest, this is probably one of the meanest motherfuckers on this list. He loves you, yes, but in his own way. Even if he is a jackass and called you names, it was mostly out of teasing than rather being mean.

♡ Helping him with his "art" is one of his favorite things you do for him. Being able to have a living muse for once is better than the dead bodies that he had propped up around his room as "freaks of nature."

♡ This one might come later in NSFW with the same the one above this. Playing chase. Be the helpless victim, tease him, cuss at him. It gets him wound up and to chase you down. The way you would act like a scared rabbit was more fun than just sitting around watching Grandpa Hugo bitch at the TV.

♡ Otis is considered the head of the family, which is meaning he'll try his hardest to provide for you as well. This also means, he's in charge. Otis makes the calls. Not in a possessive way, but in more of a husband role than anything.

NSFW:

♡ Will absolutely fuck you senseless. You talk back? You're getting bent over the counter and being fucked so hard not a single thought will form in your head. Otis loves the fight, even if it's teasing.

♡ Sometimes when you make him chase you, Otis would let the adrenaline get to him and it'll often lead to him getting hard. He'll tackle you to the ground, sometimes even at gun point, and make sure your pretty legs stay open for him.

♡ How he loves making you scream and moan so loud that others hear. Otis has to make sure that everyone can hear that your his. Sometimes that would be making you vocal and other times it would be fucking you right in the kitchen like it's nobody's business.

♡ Cock warming during when he's doing his art. Otis will make sure your pretty little ass stays sitting in his lap and if a single peep comes from you, he'll either pull his cock out and slap it roughly against your entrance or will thrust into you so hard you forget your own name.

˚ · . Brahms Heelshire !

SFW:

♡ Acts of service. Brahms wants to please you no matter what, he wants you to be proud. He'll leave you sandwiches in the kitchen, help you get to sleep at night, etc. You help him, he wants to return the favor.

♡ Brahms is clingy as shit. He has to be next to you, even if the grocery guy comes over. Brahms is around you, clinging onto your side or hips. He follows you like a little puppy.

♡ He'll ask for kisses, of course. It would be in that quiet, innocent voice as well. He'll ask for a kiss and wait for you to pull his mask up enough to see his lips. Brahms will give you small pecks to full blown make out sessions.

♡ Again, with him being clingy, he loves sleeping with you. He had stopped sleeping in his own room whenever you agreed to being with him. It meant long nights of his face buried into your chest and listening to your heartbeat to make sure you're still there.

NSFW:

♡ He's pathetic. Pathetic enough he whines and moans whenever he's balls deep in you. Brahms takes control sometimes, but he also wants you on top, usually riding him. If Brahms gets too impatient, he'll grab your hips and fuck up into you until you're both a leaking mess.

♡ Tease him. Tease his cock, his hole, anything and he'll be a panting slut. Slip a finger in him and it's enough to make his back arch and his legs kick. Just a small amount of teasing in general gets Brahms so turned on.

♡ Brahms absolutely has no sense. He doesn't care where you are, what you're doing. All he would do was pull off your bottoms to be able to have access. He would get on his knees while cooking and make sure to eat you out until you cum on your face. There's probably been a few times where you've had to order take out due to burning the food.

♡ His mask would be long discarded and his mouth latched to your nipple to suck and bite at it. He would get so needy that he would put his cock between your thighs until they are covered in precum. Brahms is needy. That's all.

[amyrahrose]

Content warning: Nanamixreader smut, penetration, missionary, dominant kento!, unprotected sex, pet names, talking her through it, <READER IS BLACK FEMALE CODED>

Author's note: Something that popped in my mind in the middle of the night and first time writing Kento. Slightly proofread, so not too much on me 😅. Honestly this was slightly rushed, so with that being said I do hope you guys still enjoy. And as always thanks for your support! 🤎 18 and under, GET TA STEPPIN!

Nanami likes to think of himself as a reasonable man.

A logical man.

A sensible man. 

But not when it comes to you, oh no. 

He’s a wild man. 

A senseless man. 

A feral man.

You, because of you everything that seems to make sense to Nanami vanishes into thin air. He doesn’t know how to act, how to think, how to speak whenever he’s in your presence. He only knows how to feel, oh and feel he does. 

When he’s holding you.

Caressing you.

 In you. 

Nanami loves it, borderline obsessed. Hell, he is obsessed.

“You like it when I fuck you like this princess? C’mon, tell Daddy how good it feels.” Nanami groans out. He’s ramming his dick in and out of you at an animalistic pace. Mentally recording the sounds of your moans, the squelching of your juices, and the feeling of your walls clamping around his dick whenever he sings praises to you. 

“So good daddy, don’t ever stop, please.” You whine out, tears streaming down your face. 

This. 

This is want makes Nanami’s rationality slip into oblivion. Watching you, studying you and your every move. Learning, perfecting, what it is that makes your brows furrow together in pleasure, what makes the blood rush to your clit and thumps like a drum, what has your whiny voice moaning out his name like a mantra. He’s forever mesmerized at your fucked-out state, the tears that cascade down your face, or the way your lips begin to bruise from how hard you bite down on them, relishing in the feel of his dick kissing your spot over and over again. 

He’s a madman.

“Never. I’ll never stop. This pussy is too good for that.” He whispers in your ear before sucking on the sensitive spot on your neck that’s always getting you to arch your back off the bed.

This is the Nanami you yearned for. Of course you love the level-headed Nanami, but the rough fucking, dirty talking Nanami was who you craved, who you needed to satisfy your hunger.

“Kento, I’m right there. I’m going to cum.” You moan loudly when he takes one of his fingers in between the two of you, pressing down on your clit, drawing figure 8’s on it. 

“Yea, you’re going to come for me babygirl?. Going to make a mess all over this dick? Do it, fucking do it. Let me feel it sweetheart.” Nanami begged, voice raspy and full of need. His relentlessness in drilling his dick deeper inside of you with the pressure of rubbing your clit caused the band in your stomach to snap, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave hitting the shore. 

“That’s it, such a good girl for daddy.” He groans, throwing his head back in pure bliss. Gritting his teeth together as he chased after his own release, the feel of your walls spasming around him was all it took to send him over the edge. 

“Daddy’s going to cum in this pussy, I’m going to fill you up and you’re going to take it like a good girl.” He mumbled dumbly as his dick twitched inside your heat. 

“Fuck.” He dragged out, burying his head into the crook of your neck while his dick was buried inside the depth of your pussy, his release tainting your walls with his thick ropes of cum, leaving no part untouched. 

With ragged breathing, Nanami slowly rose up from you, taking a moment to look over you. It was then that the sun began shining in from the windows, illuminating your deep, rich brown skin with such a glow, Nanami would argue with top scholars that you were a goddess. Your braids tousled around your head like a crown, the rise and fall of your breast trying to regulate your breathing, nipples still swollen as if he just finished teasing them, and the slick of your juices mixed with his cum oozing out of your pussy caused a deep growl to come from him.

“Legs back up, Daddy wants more.”

Nanami liked to think himself a sensible man.

But for you, Nanami loved to think himself a senseless man. 

© 2024 Amyrahrose. Please do not translate, copy, plagiarize, or repost (sharing links is fine 🤎) without my permission. You will only find my entries/content on tumblr!

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 29- Zoro x Reader (Facesitting/overstimulation)

*Requested by reader ;) *

        If there was one thing that was hard to keep on the Sunny Go, it was a secret. With how small the crew was, it was bound that someone will find out whatever secret was being hidden. Which was why you and Zoro had to work harder than anyone else to make sure no one knew that the two of your were dating. It might literally be the end of both your worlds if the others find out. There would be no privacy in your lives at all.

        Luffy would be asking too many questions. Sanji would refuse to allow the two of you near each other at all. Nami and Robin would want to get all the details out of you about Zoro. Chopper would be giving you more check ups since you and Zoro were sexually active. Oh, that would be the worst if the others find out about that part. Zoro loved his sex. He liked to say it was a special form of training that only the two of you could do. Hell, you loved it too.

        Zoro had talent when it came to his tongue. Honestly, you were surprised the first time he ate you out. You were such a wreck after he fucked you that night that Chopper was very worried for your health. You couldn't move from the bed for two days. Zoro loved to test your limits with him. He would make sure you were so fucked out before he drilled his massive cock into your poor, overstimulated cunt. You never complained, you just wanted to make sure that you weren't too loud. Sometimes, Zoro had to stuff your mouth with his bandana to make sure no one heard your loud moans.

"We're getting closer to the island!" Usopp yelled out. Nami started to count their funds,

"Who's going to watch the ship while we get supplies?"

"I will," You said with a chirp. Zoro yawned as he woke up from his nap,

"Me too," He muttered before falling back asleep. You chuckled and kept poking his cheek, "I'm trying to go back to sleep,"

"But you need to stay up to protect me~" 

"Oi! Moss-Head! The lady is right!" Sanji spat, making his way over to Zoro.

        A smile curled against your lips as you watched Zoro and Sanji argue with each other. You guys had to play it cool. Every time you all landed on an island was free fucking time. Either the two of you stayed on the ship or went to the island to a motel. It was the only time where Zoro could go all out and hear your moans. 

        Once everyone was off the ship, both you and Zoro did a through check. It was clear! The two of you hurried to the lookout post, since Zoro mainly stayed up there and got ready. You got the mat set up and watched as Zoro moved his weights aside. You couldn't help but giggle at his complaints. Approaching him from behind, you kissed his back,

"Awe, sorry for waking you up~"

"You owe me," Zoro huffed, turning towards you, "And I have just the idea."

        You whined as Zoro spent no time waiting. His hands already rested on your breasts while he hungerly kissed you. His tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he grinded his harden erection against your cunt. Your body was already starting to warm up with his tough touches. This was the only time Zoro can go wild. He always kept testing the limits when they were sailing. 

        Your body trembled under Zoro's touch as he pinned you against the mast, rutting his hips into yours. You could feel your panties growing damper as his hands worked feverishly. Zoro trailed his tongue down from your lips to your neck, wanting to taste every part of you. You were already moaning from the friction of your clothing. You just wanted him to hurry and fuck you. 

        You gasped lowly as Zoro started to rub your slit. He had your nipple in his mouth while his hands started to touch your sensitive bud. You whimpered and moan to his touch, his fingers rubbing circles around your clit. You loved how hot he made you, how wet you got. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you moved your hips slightly, wanting more. Zoro chuckled in response as he bit you nipple, sliding your pants down. He licked down your side, grabbing your panties with his teeth and pulling them down.

"Z-Zoro!" You whined as he held you panties with his teeth.

        Zoro just smirked as he guided you towards him. He took his clothes off and sat on the mat, pulling you down. His eyes focused on your dripping sex, watching it start to twitch in anticipation. Zoro licked his lips in response and laid down, pulling your pussy to his face. Your cheeks burned read as Zoro sat you on his face, holding your hips down. You tried to complain and argue, but moaned loudly instead as his tongue started to swirl around your cunt.

"Zoro~!" You cried out, shaking in pleasure.

"You owe me, remember."

        You whimpered at the vibration of him talking against your pussy. Zoro's grip against you waist was tight, making sure that you did not move. Your breathe shuddered slightly as you focused on his tongue. Zoro was fucking talented alright. Holding that third sword in his mouth sure meant something. His tongue was dancing around your folds, exploring every inch of your pussy. Like a starved man, Zoro ate you out. You moaned loudly as his tongue entered your hole, causing you to cum hard.

        Zoro grunted in response, lapping up the mess you made on him. You squirmed slightly, but Zoro refused to have you move. His tongue kept ravishing your poor cunt, making sure that nothing was left untouched. You moans grew more erratic as Zoro rubbed your clit. He was about to make you cum again. Your vision started to blur as you trembled against his face. Zoro's tongue entered your dripping hole, exploring your insides. You whined as you felt your high returning.

"Z-Zoro~ P-Please!" You begged.

        Zoro moved you ever so slightly, his mouth now sucking against you clit. He focused on your fucked out face, enjoying the way he was making you break for him. You body was made for him to eat, fuck and destroy. Every orgasm you had was for him. Every moan was only for him. Zoro groaned as his erection was starting to grow painful. He watched as you cried from another orgasm. Your heavy breathing was a good sign.

"Alright, now for the main course," He said, licking his lips.

        You laid on your face, panting heavily from your second orgasm. You whimpered as Zoro spread your legs, your cunt clenching to nothing but air. You could barely focus on him. You arched your back, moaning loudly as Zoro started to slide his cock into you. Your eyes rolled back as he started to rut into you. His thrusts hard and deep. His grip was tight as he slammed himself into you, wanting to hear you cry his name. You did, but that was all you could really do. You body was shaking from the overstimulation.

"Z-Zo...s'much....ah...Zoro~" You babbled, bouncing to every thrust. Zoro kissed your neck, inhaling at each moan,

"What's too much? I haven't even cummed yet," He chuckled, teasing you. You whined, reaching another orgasm,

"S'good, hah....Zo...ro...m-more~" You begged.

"That's right, can't ever get enough."

        Zoro raised your hips slightly, enjoying the moment. Your cunt kept squeezing his cock, desperate for his cum. You were a moaning mess, unable to come up with a single sentence. All you could do was say his name and make those sexy noises. Zoro grunted as he started to reach his high. He rubbed your clit, wanting to have you cum again for him. He loved it when he got to see you all fucked out. You were always so beautiful after he ravished you.

        Zoro groaned as you tighten around his cock. He fasten his pace, ripping more of your sweet, delicious moans. He exhaled heavily before releasing his load inside your womb. Doing a few slow thrusts, Zoro made sure to empty everything into you. He took a moment to catch his breathe, before reaching for one of the waters he kept aside.

"C'mon," He lifted you up, planting you on his lap, "Drink up,"

        You muffled lowly, drinking the water with Zoro's help. He kissed you once more before taking his share of the water. You nuzzled your head into his chest, complaining quietly about him being too rough. Zoro just chuckled in response as his hands stroked your body once more. He hummed lowly,

"Just one more," He whispered, kissing your ear. 

"Mhpm, fine," You gave in.

        Zoro had you on your knees, rubbing your ass as he viewed your pussy. It was still dripping with both your juices and his cum. Zoro smirked as he smacked your ass, entering your abused hole once more. You whined in response, shaking under his touch as his cock filled you once more. He was so deep inside. His cock was pushing back his hot cum inside you. You gripped onto the mat, moaning as Zoro started his charade of rough thrusts.

        No matter how much you complained, you loved how Zoro fucked you. How full he made you and easy you were to bend to his will. You curled your toes, clenching to his dick as Zoro smacked your ass again. How good he made you feel. Your body was already reaching its limit with how many times he made you orgasm. The sheer amount of pleasure you felt was going to keep you in bed for the next few hours for sure. 

"The others probably won't be back for another few hours. We have all the time in the world to let loose," Zoro said with a smirk as he slapped himself into you deeper, "I wonder how full I can really make you?"

"Z-Zoro!" You cried out, reaching another orgasm. Zoro smacked your ass again, watching you shake,

"That's right, scream my name. I want to make sure the whole island hears you."

        You cried out as Zoro cam inside you again. You swore you saw stars this time. His dick twitched inside you as he kept thrusting. Your legs were already giving out. Zoro was the one holding you up as he kept pounding your poor cunt. Your face was rested against the mat, moaning to each thrust.

"Mr. Swordsman, Miss (Y/N), Nami and I are about to return." Robin said as her mouth appeared against the window.

"Fuck! How long have they known?!" Zoro cussed out.

        You couldn't even comprehend what was happening. All you knew was that Zoro's thrusts were now more erratic and quick. He pressed your whole body against the mat, rutting himself into you. You felt yourself fade out as you cam hard once more. Zoro on the other hand, groaned lowly as he gave you one last load. He slowly pulled out, panting heavily as he got himself dressed. Grabbing your clothes, Zoro fixed you up, having you sleep against him.

"Great, (Y/N) is going to blame me for them knowing."

[russic]

A Taste of You: The Attack on Titan Edition

Warning: 18+ Below Cut - Twitter Links Included

Can I ask you a question? 

With the return of Attack on Titan, did you notice that the men hit different? Yeah, me too. Just imagine getting a taste of these guys in the bedroom:

Eren Jeager

1. Swallow; don’t spit. 

If there is one rule that Eren had to require in the bedroom, it would be no spitting. You’re only swallowing when it comes to Eren Jeager’s cum. 

When you attended Jean’s small get-together, you never imagined yourself at the mercy of Eren Jeager on Jean’s bed. What began as light flirting quickly turned dirty; so dirty that your styled hair was deeply entangled in Eren’s large fingers as he guided your willing mouth to fulfill his pleasure. 

“You’re such a good little cock sucker.” 

Eren praised you as he trapped himself in a trance looking into your big eyes. He could fall in love with your wild gaze that refused to leave his own as your throat closed around him tighter and tighter. 

Starting to witness your delicate face turning red, Eren, unfortunately, pulled your mouth away from his pulsing cock. He was mesmerized by the line of saliva that connected your tongue to the part of his body that already missed the warmth of your throat. 

Leaning down to your ear, Eren gripped your hair tighter pulling you close. When his soft lips touched the tip of your ear, you fought to beg him for more. Instead, you gasped for air missing the desperate way your body succumbed to his every need. 

“To think the throat of such an innocent woman is this good. I had to pull you off before I busted in your little mouth.” 

Eren nearly gasped when he heard a soft whimper escape your mouth saying, “please.” 

“Please?” He repeated. 

Locking your eyes together, your orbs held a pleading look as you begged the long-haired man with the little amount of air you managed to capture in your lungs.

“Please, I want to swallow your cum, ‘Ren. I need to taste you.” 

Knowing he had finally had you hooked, Eren satisfyingly responded, “As you wish, baby.” 

Nearly two minutes flew by as you savored Eren’s cock attempting to make the toxic man blow a huge load into your mouth. As Eren proceeded to move you head back and forth on his dick; you continued to suck deeper and deeper. 

As a single tear began to escape from your eye, Eren’s legs began to twitch. Adjusting his tough grip on the back of your head, he slammed his cock to the back of your throat feeling you begin to gag. Quickly, you felt him spill a load of his thick and sticky cum into your throat. 

You swallowed. 

Once. 

Twice. 

You gasped the third time as a few drops of cum escaped your mouth. Eren watched as the drops danged from your full lips and dropped onto Jean’s dark comforter. Chuckling, Eren forcefully pulled your face up to his own.

“Swallow, don’t spit.” 

“Sorry, baby. I’ll do better next time.” 

“Oh, I know you will. Open up, baby. Show me how much you want to be my little whore. Try again.” 

2. Doggy Style 

Eren loves being deep inside of your body. The deepest position to hit your cervix is doggy style. He won’t hesitate to throw your body on its knees and make his hips connect with your plump cheeks because the position has grown to become his guilty pleasure. 

If there was one position Eren would call his favorite, it would be seeing your body flipped over waiting on your hands and knees to be fucked anywhere Eren will chose. 

Tonight, Eren knew that he wanted to feel your pussy clench around him as he drilled inside of your cunt; pushing you closer and closer to your final goal: your fifth orgasm of the night. 

As the bed shook violently beneath your sweaty bodies, Eren couldn’t help but watch as his veiny hands grabbed onto your hips as he repeatedly slammed your ass back onto his pelvis. Beneath your cries of pleasure, he could hear the clap of your skin hitting together; music to his own ears. According to the selfish titan shifter, nothing sounded better than the joining of your bodies. 

You gasped over and over again as your cunt contracted several times around his cum-covered cock giving Eren what he calls, “the greatest feeling of his life.” 

“Please, ‘Ren; harder; deeper.” You pathetically begged as if you had a choice of what the man above you would be doing to your submissive body. Each time you had sex, Eren already determined how he was going to wreck your body, but tonight he pushed over the edge; you asked to be torn apart. 

Growling, Eren’s arm reached up. He wrapped his right hand around your throat from behind. As the circulation to your throat was cut off, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. When you began desperately gasping for air, Eren pounded into your cunt the deepest he has ever been inside of your pussy. 

“You asked for this, you little slut. You asked to have this pussy fucked; didn’t you?” Eren demanded an answer. However, no words escaped your drooling mouth; nothing could. The pleasure Eren forced your body to withstand overdrew every thought in your head. You could hear nothing; only feel the throbbing of his cock against your gushing walls. 

Suddenly Eren stopped his vicious assault on your cunt. Trying to find the words to plead him to continue, you looked back as he gripped onto your neck harder. 

“Answer me.” 

Gulping, you managed to speak a quiet, “Yes, baby.” 

Armin Arlert 

1. Eye Contact

Armin Arlert is known to be the sweetest man on the face of the globe. Time after time Armin praises your features declaring you, “the most beautiful woman on Earth.” One of your greatest features is your eyes. Thats why when Armin hovers over your body giving you the ultimate amount of pleasure, he enjoys seeing how he’s breaking and pushing against your walls. 

Hovering above your shaking figure, Armin cannot help but study your body as he thrust in and out of your hungry pussy. The way your breast bounce each time his cock reaches your cervix and the way legs shake from overstimulation always drives him wild. 

Stopping his thrust, your eyes open wide. Lightly, you pout as you miss the feeling of Armin’s cock pushing its way inside of your cunt. Noticing your disappointed reaction, Armin chooses to take a moment to lift his hand to your face. Slowly, his thumb traces the outline of your plump lips as his stare doesn’t drift away from your eyes. Leaning down to your ear delicately touching his soft lips to your lobe, Armin smiles and whispers, “You’re such a pretty angel, but even angels are sinners.” 

Pulling out, Armin harshly trusts back inside of your pussy causing your head to throw back from the sheer pleasure you adored too much. Stopping again, you lifted your head to make eye-contact with the teasing blonde yet again. 

“Please, don’t stop.” You begged, acknowledging you were too close to an intense orgasm to endure Armin’s cruel teasing episodes. 

The blonde chuckled before muttering, “Then don’t let your eyes leave mine.” 

2. Lingerie 

To Armin, there is nothing more beautiful than your body adorned in the finest lace and silk that only his eyes are permitted to see. As soon as Armin sees you wrapped in some gorgeous lingerie, he can’t help but fuck you in it. 

Seeing your lovely figure wrapped in an adorable pink and black lingerie set was one image Armin could never forget. The way the colored lace adorned on your delicate skin until it ended was nothing short of the phrase “remarkable.” 

Leaning down to your plump lips, he loved the way your soft skin felt against his own. He adored the feeling of his member pressed against your wet thong teasing you. Lovingly, Armin’s slender fingers danced across your skin praising each cell he touched. Armin wanted to make you aware of your beauty, thus, he whispered something he considered vital; a key phrase you wanted to keep hearing every day of your life:

“You’re the most beautiful woman on Earth,” the mesmerized blonde spoke.

 Looking into his deep blue eyes, Armin smashed your lips together and trailed his hand slowly down past your bellybutton.

Moaning against his soft lips, you gasped at the way Armin’s fingers lightly danced across your cunt perfectly. Just from your intimate sessions, you knew Armin was meant to be near you, inside of you, and beside you, forever. 

Looking down, Armin tore his eyes away from yours to memorize your body’s twists and curves as the small sheer fabric still adorned your body. And though he craved to see the skin lying underneath, he remained perfectly content by staring at your body because he knew you were the most gorgeous woman in the world. 

“Armin, baby.” You called softly. Your fiancé looked up at you and smiled. 

“Yes, baby.” 

“Wreck me; fuck me full of you.” 

Your naughty command had Armin grinning ear-to-ear. Taking a handful of your pink panties and hovering your awaiting lips above his own, Armin answered, “You got it, baby.” 

Immediately, you felt the fabric tear in two pieces. Staring down at your pelvis, you saw your underwear was shredded. Armin softly pulled away the undergarment from your body as he adjusts his position above you. 

“Ready, baby?” 

Jean Kirstein

1. Eating Pussy 

Jean is such a selfless man; he’s always thinking of your needs first. Thus, whenever you’re ready to be taken to the bedroom, Jean’s first immediate thought is imaging himself burying his tongue deep within your pussy as you moan his name out of pure pleasure. 

From your lips escaped a soft moan that caused Jean to look up from his position. Maintaining intense eye contact with you at the bottom of the bed, Jean cockily smirked into your wet cunt. The brown-haired sex addict managed to separate his cum-coated lips from your cunt to tease you. 

“Such a pretty pussy baby. God, I’ve been craving a taste.” Jean muttered watching your face twist in pleasure as he slowly slides his fingers up and down your cunt spreading your pussy lips to see the inside of what he adores calling, “his.” 

Spreading your legs as far as you could, you harshly knit your fingers into his brown hair. Teasingly, he slides his hands under your ass and begins to caress the inside of your thigh with his tongue. Slowly, for what felt like an entire year, he kissed his way towards your core until you could feel his warn breath on your pussy again. 

“Please, baby.” You breathlessly begged for him to continue. 

“Say it again, baby. Beg, you sound so fucking good when you cry like a baby.” Jean teased. 

“Please, eat my pussy, Jean. Please.” You begged relentlessly. 

Smiling like a kid of Christmas morning, Jean leaned down and allowed his tongue to caress your pussy, your clit, and your outer lips drawing from the wetness that desperately continued to leak out of you. 

At his stimulation, you felt as if you had no power. Jean’s tongue was too talented for its own good. You were controlled by it’s sheer movement. 

Up and down; round and round, slow and fast, as he french-kissed the place you needed him the most. He went faster, increasing his passion and even adding a finger pumping it in and out of your desperate body. He went faster and harder adding to the suspension until your cunt couldn’t control itself any longer. Clamping down on his long fingers, your legs began to shake from his tongue caressing your puffy clit. 

Immediately feeling your release, Jean pulled away from your cunt smiling with your juices dripping down his chin. 

“You taste so good, baby girl; time for the main event.” 

2. Ride ‘um Cowgirl 

Jean loves seeing your sex-craved eyes as you’re bouncing up and down on his dick desperately chasing your release. Just attempting to switch his gaze between your determined eyes, bouncing tits, and wet cunt swallowing his dick provides him with the greatest pleasure. 

Your hips moved in perfect circles causing your boyfriend’s cock to sink in and out of your pussy as he stared intensely at your body, mesmerized. You were talented, that's for sure, and if Jean loved anything more than your heart, it was the way you could ride his cock. Thus, beneath your bouncing body became Jean’s favorite place to be. 

“So fucking beautiful, princess.” Jean lightly muttered watching was his pulsing cock bury deep inside of you. Moaning, you threw your head back shooting a large smile to the stars as you sat yourself on his pelvis. 

Looking through your messy hair, you looked into Jean’s big brown eyes and hovered closer to his mouth. Leaning into his ear, you whispered,

“You’ve come to adore this image; don’t you, baby?” 

Jean’s eyes traced over your flawless body. Loving his line of vision, Jean bit his lip and gently caressed the skin residing over your waist and hips. He knew you were right. He loved his awaiting body underneath you more than he loved anything in the world. You gaining pleasure off of something he had to offer only you; there was nowhere else he’d rather be. 

Seeing Jean nod, you smirked. You adored the control Jean allowed you to have over his lean body. Resting your hands on his abs, you pushed your body up so Jean’s hard cock nearly slipped out of your cunt. Biting your lip, you smiled as you intensely pounded down on your boyfriend yet again. Grunting, Jean knew he was in paradise. 

Loving his reaction, you increased your pace faster and faster until the slightly submissive brown-haired man was nearly shaking from sheer pleasure. Watching his defined legs move uncontrollably, you chuckled. 

Grabbing a handful of his hair, you forced Jean to look into your eyes impatiently demanding, “cum inside of me, handsome.” 

Reiner Braun

1. Stomach Bulges 

It is no secret that Reiner Braun has a size kink. Literally, everyone knows about it. Could you blame the man though? Reiner’s huge and he enjoys seeing his well-defined body make prints and indentations where they do not belong. 

“Fuck, babygirl.” Reiner couldn’t help but loudly moan as he couldn’t manage to separate his drenched cock from the feel of your pussy walls tightly gripping him. He concentrated on nothing but the way your cunt perfectly engulfed every crevasse of your cunt, including your cervix. 

“Y-Yes, Reiner. Just like that, baby.” You barely managed to breath out as you entangled your nimble fingers with his worn hands. Reiner grunted only fucking your cunt harder as your body began to wither beneath his own. 

Realizing your body was too close to bursting; Reiner’s pace softened. He leaned down to your ear. Smiling against your lobe, Reiner’s voice raised goosebumps across your skin as he proceeded to ask,

“Where do you feel me, baby?” Reiner asked as if he was an innocent angel. 

Acknowledging that you couldn’t utter a phrase through the moans escaping your mouth, you managed to trust one of your shaking arms. Harshly, you brought your entangled hands to your stomach and placed his palm over your belly. 

Paying attention to your staggered movements, Reiner’s heart nearly stopped when he could feel his cock forming stomach bulges inside of your body. 

“Do you love that baby?” Nodding, you tossed your head back onto Reiner’s shoulder and proceeded to beg your bulky boyfriend for more. 

“Yes, please. Please fuck me, Reiner.” 

“Anything for my angel.” 

2. Titty Bouncing  

Reiner loves a plump ass, but he’s ultimately a boob guy. He adores a nice pair of breasts and is not scared to admit his adoration towards your own. Thus, when Reiner has any opportunity, he won’t hesitate to place your awaiting body in a missionary position and watch your tits bounce to the rhythm of his trusts. 

Staring down at your body excreting sheer pleasure, Reiner never felt more satisfied with himself. He was the reason why your mouth hung open as satisfied moaning-noises poured itself from your red lips. Your legs shook intensely as you approached your release, and your hands gripped the bedsheets. However, the best part (in Reiner’s opinion) were your plump breasts bouncing back and forth matching the rhythm of your lover’s heavy thrusts. 

Reaching towards your chest with his right hand, Reiner’s palm fit perfectly around your breast. He held your chest roughly squeezing it between his fingers as it continued to bounce. Reiner’s grip caused you to gasp and open your eyes to look into your lover’s blue orbs. 

Staring at your chest, Reiner spoke, “Who’s are these, baby?” He asked as if he didn’t know your answer. 

“Y-yours,” you muttered through the series of moans that forced their way out of your lips. “All yours.” 

“Who’s?” The blonde asked again gripping your other breast. Reiner moved his hands in circles twisting and turning your tits as he rubbed his thumbs over your nipples proceeding to pump his cock in and out of your cunt. 

“REINER BRAUN’S” You yelled. Immediately, you could see the short-haired blonde’s satisfied grin growing. A light chuckle sounded throughout the dimly-lit bedroom as he slowed his assault on your cunt. You pouted from disappointment as Reiner’s thrusts slowed down. 

Reiner suddenly released your tits from his grasp only to lean down. Looking into your eyes, Reiner’s mouth wrapped around your nipple licking the sensitive bud. Your back arched from pleasure as you indirectly begged Reiner to thrust inside your cunt again. 

Separating his mouth from your breast, Reiner locked eyes as a devious smile spread across his face. Pulling complete out of your pussy, Reiner rammed his cock inside of your body hitting your cervix. 

“REINER!” You screamed. 

Satisfied with your loud and desperate tone, Reiner muttered, “say it again, princess.” 

Levi Ackermann

1. Duct Tape 

Having your whimpering body at his mercy is amazing, but having complete control over your “loud-ass mouth” is even better; Well, according to the captain himself. 

You can clearly remember staring into Levi’s eyes as he applied the shiny black duct tape over your lips after bounding your hands together. He stared at you with a sense of lust and admiration lying within his dark eyes. 

Typically, you weren’t the couple to get too crazy considering you both were busy everyday of your lives, but after sneaking a peak at Levi’s search history and discovering his wish to bound you, you couldn’t help but purchase a roll of duct tape and beg humanity’s strongest soldier to, “tie me up and fuck me like the whore I am.” 

Who was Levi to deny your request?

Just ten minutes later, your wet cunt squeezed Levi’s hard member as he drilled himself into of your pussy at a fast pace. Though he couldn’t hear your sweet cries of pleasure, he was turned on by the way your encouragement spoke through your pussy. It begged to be fucked by sucking him in and out of your sopping gushy walls. 

“Thats it, baby; you’re doing so good.” 

Your muffled moans could be heard as he pounded into your cervix. You 

could only throw your ass towards his hips waiting for his order to release your pent-up orgasm. Only then could he fill you to the brim and stay inside of your cunt to enjoy the warmth you will provide him. 

“You’re such a good fucking girl when that filthy mouth of yours can’t speak a fucking word. What? Is this cock too much for you?” You shook your head hoping Levi wouldn’t stop only to lay your head on the bed. You didn’t have the strength inside of your body to hold your head up anymore. 

Levi chuckled at your submissiveness as you pressed back against his hips again. 

Raising his right hand, Levi laid a loud smack on your ass creating a red handprint. Your eyes widened. You thought your cunt couldn’t get any wetter, but you were nearly cumming because your Levi decided to smack your ass. 

“Oh no, you’re not cumming, yet.” 

2E. 2H. Threesomes with Erwin or Hange  

Everyone believes Levi Ackermann is a greedy man, but I beg to differ. This man wouldn’t mind sharing your gorgeous body with his two closest friends that he knows have yearned to hear your pleasureful moans for years. Other people, yeah no. 

“Stare at him.” Your vicious husband ordered. 

Looking up through your innocent eyes, you stared at your commander meeting his baby blue pools. Slowly, the blonde trailed his tough hand through your hair and smiled down at you. 

“Grab it, (y/n).” The commander ordered. Looking ahead of you, you stared at the massive cock dangling in front of your face just begging to be touched. Reaching out, you wrapped your nimble fingers around the large member only to hear your husband behind you chuckling. 

To your surprise, you gasped as your husband rammed himself into your cunt in one fluid motion like pounding inside of your begging pussy was second nature. You continued to breathe hard as Levi began rocking harder and harder into you causing your hair to bounce and your face to repeatedly hit Erwin’s cock that still lied right in front of you. 

“Fuck,” you muttered looking back to see your husband’s eyes watching you as you pumped the commander while be plowed from behind. 

“Thats it, baby.” Levi muttered loving the view in front of him. Nothing looked better than you silently begging him. Seeing you look to his eyes, pleading him to rip you apart while the commander watches. Levi knew Erwin always loved you deep down, and showing him who owned your cunt was his plan. This was how Levi perfectly executed it; sharing you, but really only claiming you. 

Russic’s Masterlist

[layraket]

THERE WAS AN UPDATE YOU KNOW THE DRILL SLEEPING BE DAMMED

theres so much going on jokes that i will deffinetly take advantage of theories of the meaning of things the goddamn art everything

first of all apparently Malo Mart turned to a mega corporation???? well sorry twi no 60% of discount for you that sucks

thats rough buddy

i cant take it seriously poor Four, look at that face

thats the face of someone who will be grounded for some time after all this madness and is totally not happy about this

Sky was waiting letters from Sun, maybe she couldn't write something for him? either way poor guy look at his sad face :( the heart makes it better

baby? baby??? smol???? smol hylian???? tiny cute litol hylian????child????

ahhh Time dont just say yes and left it like that! i need to know!!!

Twilight my man at this point you will be grounded dont test the old man's patience

Time knows the dangers of excesive courage, yes it can keep you going and maybe make you win the battle, but can also kill you if youre not careful. This is what almost happened with Twilight, this almost might have happened to Time too

He's scared that for this reckless courage he might loose his descendant, the one who brought hope to him and his wife to form a family and live happy

(also he saying this makes me think more about the posibility of Malon being pregnant, too much mistery please old man just tell me i will not say anithing ur secret is safe plweas)

HERO'S SHADE HERO'S SHADE

not much to say here, it might be a wrong translation that im doing but hey! it reminds me that Twi already knows that Time is the Hero's shade but like. with flesh and eyes. alive.

OKAY HERE I HAVE THINGS TO SAY

When Wild asks Twilight's face changes inmediately, he doesn't want to look down, he still feels the need to be strong in front of the younger heroes, worrying them is the last of his desires

Four is not stupid, he notices the actual mood of Twi and ask again, but with different words. It looks like it really made Twi reconsider things

doesn't exactly talks what was having him a little down moments ago, but at least it seems to calm them, again, they shouldn't be worried after what happened

Twi for hylia who were you thinking he was talking about????

no really i have that question who was he thinking that was asking for him?????

"who kicked the fuck out of that bad lizard??? who did that???? yes you did!! you did it amazing!!! im so proud my beautiful exterminator of dumb lizards!!!"

HE JUST

FUCKING ROLLS

YEAHHH WIND FLIP

Hyrule 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💛💛💛💛💛✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

hes so badass jumping off heck yeah stairs are dumb

also Wind thats a cool move you too legend jumping and rolling are so cool love you guys

Wars dont ruin the fun nono guys keep doing it i'll even give you chips if you do that

oh they really think that Wars is broke and has no money alright

im glad that this bit kept going i love the boys teasing each other (Lege and Wars specially)

hey listen

listen

i dont want to ruin it

but

it would be funny

just

just listen

would be very funny that

it just

breaks

hey it would be funny cmon

andddd theyre off!

Hyrule learns from watching, from the actions and movements that he sees in the enemy, and uses it to make a plan to attack, learn patterns and be ready for anything

yep hes gonna play an important role in the next arc i have a feeling

now buildings art aprecciation cuz holy shit theyre so pretty

gorgeous

fantastic work i feel blessed

(all art credits obv goes to @linkeduniverse ! )

[justwinginglife]

In The Heat Of The Moment

Dedicated to my friend, Biscuits, more NSFW for yall.

It was a cool summer night and you were finally enjoying a moment’s peace in your newly installed hot tub.

After you’d spent many mornings teaching at Jujutsu High and many afternoons taking on missions that went well into the evenings, you felt you were owed a bit of relaxation. You were in desperate need of the quiet.

Which is why you almost murdered Gojo Satoru when he plopped a bag of his things down on your deck and stripped down to his swim trunks before hopping in next to you. Literally hopping. When a third of the water went spilling over the edge of the tub, you were tempted to submerge his head in the other two-thirds of it. You settled for slapping his arm instead.

“Toru, you absolute fucking idiot!”

He grinned so stupidly that you slapped his arm again. “Hey, hey! Can’t a guy enjoy his hot tub time without being beaten senseless?”

If he wasn’t one of your only two friends, you would’ve force fed him his own organs right then and there. “Your hot tub time?! Don’t you mean my hot tub time?! What the fuck are you doing here and when the fuck will you leave??”

“You guys are going to wake up the whole neighborhood.” The sound of another bag hitting the deck reached your ears.

“Suguru, when I turn around, I better not see you in your goddamn swim trunks about to ruin my hot tub time.”

He chuckled. “So close your eyes then.” He slid in beside you and you slapped his arm too.

He faked a flinch, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Don’t look at me, it was Satoru’s idea.”

You turned to glare at Satoru again.

“But you’re the only one with a hot tuuuub,” He whined. “Don’t be so cruel, sharing is caring.”

“Satoru, I’m about to share your soul with the Grim Reaper if you don’t get out of this tub in two seconds.”

“Wait, wait, wait! What if I make it worth your while?” Suddenly a smirk spilled across his face and he was kneeling on the floor of the tub in an instant, tugging your legs apart.

You snapped your legs shut, but your blushing cheeks had already betrayed your facade of annoyance.

“Ahh, she liked that.” Suguru nuzzled his nose against your cheek before trailing down to nibble at your ear. “Do it again.”

Satoru licked his grinning lips and his eager hands found their way to your legs again, prying them apart with lustful determination.

“Satoru-” You’d meant to voice a warning, but his name came out a sigh.

He smirked. “Yes, dear?” He began to caress your thighs, trailing his hands upwards.

“...S-Sat..or…u.” You tried to protest again but found that with every inch his fingers moved closer to your core, your resolve diminished more and more by the second.

“Yes, dear?” He purred again, curling his fingers underneath the fabric of your bikini.

“F-fuck… fine. Do it. Make it… ‘worth my while’ or whatever,” You grumbled, repeating his earlier words back to him with pouted lips and a pounding heart.

His eyes gleamed. “Yes, dear.”

Surprisingly, Suguru attacked first.

While you were busy being entranced by Satoru’s stupidly blue eyes -eyes that you’d never fallen victim to before, even when he bat his stupidly long lashes at you, but that you were now finding very hard to resist when they were looking at you so ravenously- Suguru was taking advantage of the opening you’d left him. You were expecting to feel the filthy plunge of Satoru’s fingers into your welcoming depths, but instead felt the suction of Suguru’s lips up against your neck, commanding bruises to bloom on the supple skin.

Your first reaction was to gasp. And god, he loved it.

The quivering of your pulse against his tongue drove him wild and for a moment, he thought he might just suck the life out of you all night long (he could fuck it back into you in the morning).

But then Satoru drilled two of his ungodly long fingers into your pussy, and you whined for him. And Suguru began to feel a little left out.

“Make those noises for me too, darling.” He slid his fingers in beside Satoru’s, spreading you open wide enough for the both of them to be pumping in and out of you.

You threw your head back to moan your approval of their shared domination over your cunt, and the boys exchanged glances at the sight of your exposed neck.

Satoru pushed his palm against Suguru’s face, forcing him back. “You got it last time, it’s my turn.” Then he lunged forward and captured the untouched side of your neck, leaving marks identical to the ones Suguru had left on the other side. When he pulled back and realized they were the same size as Suguru’s marks, he devoured your skin again, vowing to make the bruises bigger.

Suguru rolled his eyes. “Competitive little shit.”

Satoru was about to retort when you let out a whimper. He looked down to find Suguru hungrily lapping at your breast, tongue flicking ferociously at your peaked nipple.

His eyes darkened. “Oh, and I’m the little shit? That’s playing dirty.” He bent down to take your other breast in his mouth, not wanting to be outdone by Suguru.

You were dizzy with heat and you couldn’t tell at this point if it was because of the simmering waters you’d been stewing in or the two men that were currently searing sin into your body like it was all they’d ever dreamed about. When your ardent moans of rapture split through the silence of the night, seemingly louder than was allowed for your neighborhood’s “quiet time” curfew, Suguru pulled his fingers from your cunt and shoved them in your mouth, muffling your involuntary noises.

“Shh, be a good girl for me and keep quiet, okay? Don’t want anyone interrupting our private time.”

You nodded your agreement and he cracked a smile. “That’s my girl. Now, be a dear and clean up my fingers for me.”

You blushed but did as he said, lapping up your own slick from off his fingers. His eyes hungrily raked over your throat again as you swallowed down the slick. If he was hard before, now he was engorged to the point of pain, thinking about how perfectly his dick would fit down your throat.

Suguru started to stand up and, upon hearing his sudden movement and assuming he was departing, Satoru smirked against your breast, pressing a final kiss to it before pulling back to confirm Suguru’s departure. Suguru was not, in fact, departing and before Satoru could even think otherwise, he had already shoved him out of the way. Satoru flailed and caught hold of the edge of the tub to steady himself but by the time he turned back to face the both of you, with his whine of complaint at the ready, Suguru had already forced his cock down your throat.

Satoru’s eyes widened as he watched the obscenity play out before him.

Suguru’s hand had balled your hair up into a fist and he was using it to ground himself as he plowed through your eager lips with his drizzling erection. And your lips were eager indeed. Satoru didn’t miss the way you whined against Suguru’s cock, the way your cheeks flushed with pleasure, the way you swallowed down every last drop of his precum, the way you gazed into his eyes as you choked him down. And it made him hard and it made him hissy. Especially when Suguru came down your throat, groaning his pleasure loudly (and it was probably louder than he normally would, just to spite Satoru).

Satoru yanked him off of you, growling, “It’s my damn turn.”

Suguru smirked. “By all means, have my leftovers.” He wiped a drop of his cum off your lips with his thumb -which you then sucked off for him- and then gestured for you to open wide again for Satoru.

Satoru scoffed. “Absolutely not. I’m going somewhere you haven’t been.” He yanked his cock out of his shorts, roughly fucking his hand for a beat or two before taking a seat and tugging you on top of him.

You barely had a second to react before he was spreading your ass open and plunging inside. Sharp pain sliced through you, but pleasure soon followed. You’d never had anal sex before but even if you had, you were sure anal sex with the one and only Gojo had to be something else, something special. His hands carved into your hips as he guided you up and down his cock, and his moaned praises spurred you on.

“Ugh, such a good girl for me, look how good you take my cock. That’s it, don’t stop. Ride me like you need me, baby.”

And if you thought the surges of water slapping against your skin with every thrust or the warmth of his panted breaths against your back was distracting, Suguru was not helping the matter when he suddenly pushed you back against Satoru’s chest. When you stared at him inquisitively, he responded by grinning and positioning his hardened cock (your eyes widened- why was it hard again?) at your entrance and then shoving his way in.

Satoru hissed as he thrust into you. “Goddamnit Suguru, haven’t you had enough? This one’s mine.”

“You’re the one who chose the back and left the front wide open.” Suguru shrugged nonchalantly as he continued to pound into you, but you started to wonder if he’d made up all those taunts about you being his leftovers so Satoru would be forced to take the back where you’d been previously untouched. And then Suguru could swoop in for what he really wanted- to be buried balls deep into your pulsing pussy.

If Satoru was going to complain, he swallowed it down when he felt you quivering against him, when he heard you bumbling and sputtering nonsensically, overloaded by the sensation of having the both of them fucking into you furiously. You were a mess in his arms and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

He threw his head back chuckling, suddenly aware of his friend’s intentions. “God, you’re a devil Suguru. Alright, I’m game. Let’s fuck her senseless.”

“So hard she won’t be able to see straight, think straight, walk straight.” Suguru promised, grinning deviously.

To say that you were in heaven was an understatement. If heaven itself died and then went to its own paradise in the afterlife, it still wouldn’t be half as divine as being sandwiched between these two men. These two men who you’d known almost your entire life, two men who were proving now just how well they knew you, even despite having never been intimate with you before. When Suguru wrapped his hand around your neck, applying just enough pressure to be tantalizing, when Satoru reached around you and thumbed at your clit viciously, enough to get you crying out his name, when Suguru sunk his teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder, lapping at the trickling blood like you were nothing short of ambrosia, and when Satoru murmured obscenities into your ear, his voice a low, seductive rumble that both sent chills down your spine and heat rushing between your legs, you could pretend like all of their skill was borne for you, for this one moment (and not just as a result of their many salacious encounters with other women).

You dug your nails into Suguru’s back -both for support and your own form of revenge for reducing you to a writhing mess underneath him- to which he groaned his approval, but when you moaned Satoru’s name against his chest, biting back tears, he captured your chin in between his fingers, and forced you to look up at him.

“Wrong name, sweetheart. When you come for me, I want it to be my name on those gorgeous lips of yours, got that?”

Satoru snorted from behind you. “If the girl wants to come to my name, let her come to mine. Maybe she just likes me better, I can’t help that I’m hotter.”

Suguru laughed. “We’ll see about that. She didn’t seem like she liked you better when she was drooling all over my cock earlier. Isn’t that right, love? Tell him how badly you want to come for me.”

In your head, this ended terribly for you either way. You couldn’t very well call out two names at the same time and whichever person you didn’t cry out for would probably break you trying to make you come for them until they were satisfied.

In the end, as each man vyed for your attention, thrusting their ambitions unrelentingly into your exhausted body, when euphoria finally found you (more like slammed into you), you ended up biting down on your lip hard to prevent saying either name as you rode out the waves of ecstasy.

At the time, it seemed like the best course of action to just not say any name. In the aftermath, you realized it may have been the worst decision out of them all.

The three of you had originally found yourselves in your backyard for the purpose of enjoying a nice night in the hot tub, but after this encounter, no one could enjoy the peace any longer. They dragged you inside to continue their little competition and when the longest night of your life finally ended, you were so exhausted that you had to take an entire week off of work to recuperate. On the bright side, you finally got that vacation that you needed.

And this time you lowered a veil over your house barring entrance to everyone, for some much needed peace and quiet.

[hazyhaiz]

Afterparty

Jennie Kim x Male Reader

Length: 984 words

A/N: Repost because I accidentally deleted the other one xoxo

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"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I screamed as he rammed his cock into me. His thick, dark meat filled me with each hard thrust. My wet pussy engulfed him each time he drove it in.

He is tall, well muscled black guy with his head shaved. We had met earlier that night at the pinkchella afterparty. We had been dancing close all night. He loved my nice round bubble butt. He said that he had always wanted to fuck an Asian, and I was glad to make that wish come true. He ripped my clothes off as soon as we were in the room. I kicked the door shut while he stripped off his clothes.

As soon as I saw his cock I was down on my knees. I slid my tongue up and down its length till it was hard as a rock. It had to be nine inches long and was so thick I did not know if I could get my mouth around it. That was not going to stop me from trying.

"Mmm, that is a nice cock" I told him before slipping my lips over the head. My lips formed a tight suction around his cock as I slid one hand down to my pussy. I was already soaked. As I sucked him with my full lips, my tongue swirled around the head. I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. I licked along the thick veins that ran along the shaft.

"Fuck, you are good at that Jennie" he told me as he wrapped his hands in my luscious, dark hair. He pressed his cock deeper into my mouth. I let it slide in, swallowing it down. I took it all the way into my throat till my lips were pressed to the base of his cock. I then gave him my specialty. I let my tongue slide out of my mouth while I still had his cock in my throat. I slipped out and licked his balls.

"Oh FUCK! You are good at this slut" he groaned as I slid my mouth back up his cock.

I let his cock plop out of my mouth as I looked up at him and smiled. I held up my hand that was slick with my pussy juice as I said, "Now let's get that cock in me."

He picked me up with a grin and threw me on the bed. I spread my legs wide and leaned back. He wasted no time putting the head of his cock at my slick entrance. He thrust it in with a single hard slam of his hips. We both let out a moan as he slid his thick cock in to my wet, hot pussy. His massive black tool was the biggest I had ever had in me.

He started fucking me hard. His dark chocolate skin was a contrast to my lighter skin as we fucked like wild animals. I know everyone down at the party had to hear my obscene screams. He kept drilling into me as I opened my legs wider. He grabbed my full, firm tits roughly with his big, dark hands. I arched them into his grasp as I tried to draw his cock deeper into me.

"You Asians really do get fucking wet" he told me as he rapidly slammed his black cock into my hot pussy.

"And you black guys really do have fuck huge cocks" I moaned in response. "Now fuck me hard."

Then without warning he pulled out of me and flipped me over so I was bent over the bed. I was shocked for a second then gave aloud moan as I felt his cock enter me from behind. I wrapped my fingers in the sheets as he drove into me wildly. He reached down and grabbed my hair. He yanked it with each thrust and I screamed even louder.

"Yes, yes, yes, ooohh fucking YESSSS!" I yelled as he rammed his hard, dark meat in and out of my burning pussy. He gave my round ass a hard slap that made me scream at the top of my lungs for him to fuck me like there was no tomorrow.

I could feel myself building towards the edge. By the sound of his groans, he was close too. I slammed back to meet his thrusts as he drilled away. The fire inside of me was white hot as I neared my peak. With a final hard thrust he sent me spiraling over the edge.

"Oooohhh fuuuucckkk yesssss!" I screamed as my hold body went into a spasm. It was one of them most intense orgasms I had ever had. The fire in my belly went spreading through me as my pussy clenched around his cock like a vice. I arched my back as I squirted a flood of juice out.

He kept pounding me as my whole body was wracked with pleasure. As the waves of intense ecstasy slowed down he pulled his cock out of my burning whole. I turned around and got on my knees. He was stroking his long, black shaft. My pussy juices were making it nice and slick for him. I turned my face up to him as one hand reached down to finger my still horny pussy and the other squeezed my tits.

"FUCK!" he groaned as he blew his load. Thick strands of milky white cum hit my face and chest. They splattered against my skin as he panted. I licked his salty cream from my lips then brought one of my tits up to suck it off.

"What did you think of your first black cock?" he asked.

I reached up and grabbed his cock then said, "Fucking wonderful. What did you think of your first Asian?"

"All I had hoped for" he said with a grin as I licked his cock clean.

[dawntowntan]

Cybersex: Video leak

3 part story. Title will make sense around the 2nd part so be patient abt it. Og characters. All of them past the age 18. Mdni !!

Some kinks may be mentioned..

Mature content ahead ‼️‼️

Oliver x Alex x !fem.reader

Content: You and your boyfriend, Oliver, were casually 'making love' when suddenly his best friend, Alex calls in distress. He says he just got into a fight with his girlfriend Cassandra and need a place to stay the night. As he comes over, you guys talk about what happened. He says their fight was about their sexual life. 'So, you're not the problem.... She is?'

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'Oh fuck... Baby..'Oliver breathed out as I rode him. 'Yeah just.. there, shit. You're so good.' He grabbed my face and kissed me sloppily. I moaned into the kiss. God, my boyfriend is just so hot. Everytime we fuck my mind just goes blank and we go bersek. As I rode my high and hit all the spots I could possibly find, I sighed. 'Ollie... Holy s-shit,' my eyes teared as I feel the knot in my stomach tighten. 'I-Im gonna cum..' I layed my head unto his neck and bit. Oliver hugged me and grabbed my waist 'Already tired? Let me do it, baby.' Oliver said as he proceeded to slam into my abused pussy. Oh how I just love it when he ruins me. Honestly, I wasn't this wild before, especially since I've never had a boyfriend before him. But when we lost our firsts to each other? No words could express the ecstasy we were in.

Maybe except the soaked sheets and dried cum the next morning we woke up on. 'F-fuck.. ughh... Baby shit I'm cumming.. So good..' he said as he flipped his hair and threw his head back. I gripped unto his broad shoulders for support as I felt myself slowly release, I moan his name out as a cry O-Oliver..' I said and he looked at me groggily and growled lowly, 'Thats right my love.. just cream my cock... Yeah, shit.. that's so fuckin hot..' I shoke as I orgasmed on his dick. As I finish, he grabs my waist again and whispers unto my ear 'Just a little longer love.. I'm near..' He closed his eyes as he continued to drill his cock into my soaked pussy. As I whimpered and shoke under his touch, he starts to rub my clit. 'Oh God.. Oliver don't..' I weakly tried to push his hands away. He kissed and left a mark on my neck 'You take what I give Y/N,' slamming unto me 'You take it like a good whore..' I feel hot liquid inside fill me up 'Just like how I trained you.' Oliver said as he pumped the last of his cum into my womb. As I panted, I almost collapsed over exhaustion. He catches me and giggles 'What...' he layed me down and cuddled me. 'Youre such a jerk..' I hissed as I felt the cum drip down from my core to my thigh. 'Oh don't act like you didn't like tha-' *Ring ring* his phone rang. 'Who the fuck calls at 1 am.' he scowled and picked his phone from the ground. I guess we were too much in a hurry to fuck when we got here that he dropped it. *Alex ugly rat* it read.

Oh. Alex, his best friend. 'What? Huh- what happened to hello?... How's that my problem.. then go talk to Cass.. God you're helpless..' Oliver continued to talk to him as I started to trace my hand up and down his defined abs. I felt him tense up and his voice broke as I started to kiss his neck. 'W-wait no you can't... What do you mean, it's my a-apartment...' he looked down at me and gave me the stop look. I just smiled and straddled him. 'S-shi- Alex where the fuck are you?... WHAT?' he suddenly yelled and startled me. 'What happened to him and Cassie..?: I asked. But before he could even answer my question, our door bell rang. 'Ill get it' I dashed into the front door and saw Alex over the cam. I open it and let him in. He was just standing there with his hands in his pockets and he looked at me. Then his gaze slowly travelled down my neck. That's when I realized I was only wearing a silky night gown without anything but cum inside. Shit. 'Okay, that's enough staring Lex.' Oliver said as he gently pulled me away and let Alex in. 'I get it she's pretty but eyes are here' my boyfriend demonstrated to his own eyes.

Alex walked and sighed. 'Im so close to breaking up with Cassie, bro...' he leaned back into the couch and stared at the black screen of our TV. Oh that's bad. Alexander and Cassandra, they've been together since 8th grade. Inseperable really. As I proceed to think to myself, I head towards the kitchen, as Oliver approaches his distressed best friend to talk. I take a cup of water and head out to give it to them. As I softly smile at him, our hands accidentally brush each other. 'Do you think it's you who's the problem?' Ollie asks Alex as he gulped down the cold water, taking off his gaze on me. 'Well.. I think so. Whenever we, you know, do it I just can't get myself to-' I lean on our bedroom doorframe and listen but choked on my spit when Oliver opened his mouth 'Erectile dysfunction? Are you unable to get hard?' he genuinely asked. Alex started to panic 'Fuck no! I- what the actually fuck, Co. I can get hard as a rock but then the moment we start I just... Can't,' he whispered 'cant cum. And she's been bugging me about it. She keeps asking if it was because she wasn't experienced. I just can't tell her it's because our sex life is just so... I don't know, repetitive?' Alex finished off and chugged down the last bit of water. Oliver and I looked at each other and knew what we were dealing with. He cautiously spat out to Alex after our mini eye convo 'So, you're not the problem.... She is?' his best friend whipped his head violently 'I didn't-' 'Yeah, but you wanted to. Repetitive? What do you mean by that?' the boy feeling defeated, he hung his head low. 'She finishes fast and gets tired before I even could get myself back together. Of course I don't want to force myself unto her but still.. I still want to relieve myself too. And it being so fucking vanilla. God, I just can't anymore.' I heard the pain in his voice. The sexual frustration, it's like he's getting choked by it. Why he needed was something new. Something to release him from the shackles of vanilla sex. Something that makes him scream of pleasure. Or maybe, even someone else..? Oh God, what am I thinking. I look over at my boyfriend, only to find him looking at me deeply. I figured I knew what he's thinking as he smirks. 'I know how to find out whether it's you or her,' he looks at his best friend who's know in the brink of breaking down 'but you have to trust us.' he strode to me and took my hand to drag me to sit with them. Now Alex was starting to understand. 'Oh God, no I can't do that. T-Thats outrageous-' 'But how would you know who's really the problem?' I interrupted. 'We'll teach you a few things that you could use on Cassie. Come on, you know you need something. I can already tell how pent out you are right now.' Oliver turned to me as he started to stroke my hair only to pull on a handful making me throw my head back, exposing my neck. I did nothing but softly touch his hand that was slowly trailing up my chest. 'Just look at this precious thing.. don't you want it?' he cooed at my face as I closed my eyes and he placed his hands on my neck. I heard Alex shudder as he continued to watch, and not gonna lie, that turned me on. It's been a while since my boyfriend had shared me with his friend. He hated it; how they would please me, but at the same time it was such a huge turn on. 'Come.' he released me and stood up. 'I think I know what your freaky ass would like' Oliver chuckled as he entered our room. 'Baby, do me a favor and take that lost excuse for a puppy here.' I look at Alex. It's the first time I've ever seen him like this. So disheveled, so messy. He's always been so tidy and self aware, even before his huge glow up.

I softly smiled and stood up, taking his hand to lead him to the bed which he obliged too. Hm, cute. As I pressed his shoulders to make him sit, I placed both my knees on each his side. He subconsciously placed his hands on each my side as we started into each other's eyes. I could feel his bracelet and rings on my waist. As I cupped his face and brought my lips close, but not close enough to touch, I heard felt Oliver come up my ass and squeeze it from behind. I turn my head and lean on Viel giving him a whiff of my scent as he leaned back on his arms for support. 'Here, have you ever used these before?' My boyfriend threw some handcuffs, and a cock ring to the side. 'Shit..' I heard Alex mutter under his breath as he touched the items. 'I never even dreamt of using these. I don't think I know how to use them either way.' 'You're missing out' My boyfriend spat said, as he started to kiss my neck, smelling my hair. I whimper as he lifts my nightgown, exposing my bare ass. He chuckled as he took the tip of his finger to push back the cum leaking out of my hole. 'Havent you noticed that smell, Alex?' he said, making his best friend confused. 'The smell of freshly fucked pussy.' I blushed and leaned more on the boy in front of me who held me. 'Does that turn you on? The fact that you're 'boutta fuck another man's girl? Hm?' He spat as he kneeled on the bed to face my pussy. 'Come on, baby. Look how hard he is under you.' he licked once. I slightly shoke as I was still sensitive. I look down and find a rising cock. As Oliver kept eating me out, making lewd sounds, Alex seemed flustered as if he's never heard a man actually enjoy eating pussy so much.

We meet eyes as I pull down his pants revealing a huge throwbing cock. Well shit. I stroke the base a little before licking the tip. Alex whimpers and bites his lip as I continue to give him kitten licks, before taking his length fully. 'Ah-' he shut his eyes, his hands hesitating to pull on my hair. I take it and encourage him to push and pull he wants. 'Hm- Mmh, fuck... Good.. fuck.. shit so good.. ag-hh' were all you could possibly hear in our room. As I started to slowly release on my boyfriend's mouth, he slapped my ass and laughed before giving me a peck on the cheek. Alex soon finished too and shoke beneath me. Never have I ever swallowed a shit ton of cum before. I wiped my mouth before kissing my boyfriend who smiled in between. 'Lay down sweetheart, on him,' he looked at Alexander and chuckled 'Ah, since you already got what you wanted, I think ass would be enough for you?' he said spreading my legs and taking out his cock which was covered in precum. 'W-what. Ass? Can you fuck that?' Oliver laughs as if what he heard was unbelievable and just slips in the cock ring which deliciously slid down his length, giving it a thicker look as it throbs. 'Of course you can!' I lay my head down on the pillow Alex was using and put a hand on his cheek to stroke it. I feel it warm up and redden so I giggle. Now Oliver slowly guided Alex to my ass' entrance and it enters. The pleasure and pain of a new size mixed, I whimpered and closed my eyes. Soon enough, I felt my boyfriend enter too. Fuck, I'm so full. As they start moving, I whimper. This goes on as they start wilding. 'L-look at you, ohh,' my boyfriend's breath hitched as he roughly pushed his hips to mine 'Such a fucking..' he threw his head back, feeling overwhelmed by the feeling of my pussy and the feeling of his friend's cock pulse too. 'Such a whore, hm? Aren't you baby, huh? Can't go a day without a cock pounding you, no?' he said as he started to lightly choke me. I nod. I feel Alex pulse. 'Shit, Co, aren't you hurting her?' he said but Oliver only laughed 'Hurt her? I trained this body.' he said, grinding away. Soon enough, Oliver succumbed to the pleasure. He came inside, and kissed me. He got off the bed to grab some pants for him and Alex, as I turn to the guy beneath me. I peck him a few times before kissing him. I felt the bed dip behind me and my boyfriend pulled down my gown. 'Well, isn't this a good way to end the night, no?' he chuckled and gave Alex some pants. 'Its great for him,' I said, 'he now knows he ain't the problem.' I plopped down beside Alex and crossed my thigh. 'Yeah, it was THE sex they were having that was the problem.' Ollie said, as he approached me and hugged my from behind. Alex looked at us before smiling softly, 'Yeah..'. it was silent for a while before me and Oliver slowly drifted to sleep. I was about to fall asleep when Alex softly spoke. 'When will I get a relationship like this? You love each other so much. God, it's something I need everyday.' was the last thing I heard, before I dozed off.

----------------- Damn, this was lazy. Part 2?

I LIT JUST FOUND THIS IN MY NOTES ONE NIGHT AND GOT TURNED ON READING IT I- 3 am things go hard

-dan.c™

[boxfullaturtles]

For the fic title game, maybe something like "With Love, from an Alternate Timeline" or something with a fic/album title like "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge"? Or, finally, maybe funky like "Disaster Twins, Deft Torpedoes"? (Feel free to pick and choose which to answer!)

I like the ring that "With Love, from an Alternate Timeline" has, there's something very catchy about that. Unfortunately, couldn't think of anything.

Also mega distracted by the MCR title.

SO!

"Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge" Otherwise known as "You Kidnapped the Wrong Fucking Turtles"

Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo disappear.

Donatello, Splinter, April, and the Caseys are scrambling to find them.

It had been a regular patrol, the brothers scattering to chase after the stupid mutant silverfish taking advantage of the mess left in the wake of the failed invasion. Except Donnie loses contact with his brothers and the trackers--his trackers--go offline. Donnie knows his tech doesn't just fail like that, no fucking way. Someone's stolen his brothers and he's going to track them down and get them back.

It takes weeks of doing. Maybe several months. Scraping what clues and pieces of information they can. Donnie grits his teeth and enlists the Purple Dragons to assist him (not help, he doesn't need help, thank you very much). Kendra mocks him at first, but then she must see something on his face because she shuts up real quick. The government is the first suspect, because they were definitely poking around a lot during and after the Krang invasion. But nope! The government's not interested in trying to detain the people--mutant or not--who stopped an alien race for taking over the planet with goo and body horror. They'd rather leave the turtles well enough alone (and for the turtles to leave them alone, please, dear god, we can't fight you guys, we leave you alone and you leave us alone, okay). But if the government doesn't have Donnie's brothers, then who does? Baxter Stockboy? Mm, nope, but they do confiscate some high grade military tech from a kid who really shouldn't have it. Meatsweats? Nada. Draxum!? He's offended you would think such a thing. Not because he cares or anything like that. Just. He doesn't have time for that sort of thing anymore, you know.

But Draxum wasn't the only scientist-alchemist-whathaveyou in the Hidden City. And somebody got vveeerrryyyyy interested in the turtles after seeing what they did to stop the Krang. Some yokai has Leo, Raph, and Mikey and has been putting them through their paces. Read: unethical experimentation.

And the family can't just charge in half-cocked, willy-nilly, pell-mell. This yokai has a stronghold, has guards, is just as dangerous as some human facility, if not moreso because of the mystic powers available to them. It's dangerous and downright deadly. It's a stealth mission. So say they manage to sneak in. Then they separate to go their separate ways and Donnie beelines for a server room or file room or whatever. And it's going great! He sneaks in no problem! He finds out where they're keeping his brothers!

And he finds out what's been happening to them.

And he's pissed.

You DO NOT touch his family and you certainly don't do what's been done to his brothers. Donnie will be the first to admit that his morals are somewhat questionable. He knows his science gets a little...mad at times. But never in his life would he do the things that have been done here.

Well. Maybe he'll make an exception. For the yokai that have marked his brother's files with "TERMINATED".

Donnie snaps.

Forget stealth, he's going to raze this place to the ground and scorch the dust and bury the ashes and salt the earth. There will be nothing left when he's done. His Ninpo goes wild, he's tearing the place apart, he's killing indiscriminately, the rage he feels is too big, too much. The fury and desperation he'd felt when he'd flung his drill at the Krang through Mikey's portal to save Leo? That was a fraction of this almighty, crushing anger. Donatello is out of control, he is a beast, he is wild, he is a veritable god of power as he rips the building from its foundations and screams his vengeance upon the fools who thought to cross the Hamato clan. He crushes lives out underfoot and doesn't care about the blood that smears his hands. His weapons are endless, his body is a machine, he is righteous fury and he is light, and life, and fire! He is a god, a dragon, a nuclear warhead.

He is the atom bomb and he will destroy everything in his wake.

The only thing that stops him, is a faint, hoarse, plaintive chirp.

Because there are his brothers. Definitely worse for wear, frightened and hurt, but alive.

The monster eases, Donnie breathes. He staggers over to his family, falls to his knees in front of his brothers, and pulls them into a hug. No one cares about how much blood is on him, on the ground, everywhere. Because they're together again. They're okay.

Donnie doesn't leave them alone for days. He badgers them while they're healing, he sleeps in the med bay, he drops everything to take care of his brothers. His temper feels closer to the surface, like letting his Ninpo rage like a wildfire has irreversibly changed something in him. But he naps next to Raph, he draws with Mikey, he smiles at Leo's stupid puns. (Later, much later, after they witness that temper again almost level a city block, Raph takes Donnie aside and talks to him about how to turn that anger elsewhere.)

There's scars, of course. No one escapes these sorts of things without them. But no one in the Hidden City is ever going to try to touch the Hamato clan, not after this.

Donnie's pretty sure they got the message (and if he stays awake some nights smelling iron and hearing screams and feeling the power simmering just beneath his skin, then he crawls into Leo's bed and they watch stupid videos until they pass out in the early hours of the morning).

[eriexplosion]

Moving right along to Cornered

Listen the fact that Hunter was just going to take them to an uninhabited planet to hide out forever. The community themes of season 2 make much more sense as part of the overall plot when you look at that ORIGINAL plan. What if they just go to Idaflor and never see anyone ever again? A great plan!

"Can't we explore?" No Omega you will go to your empty ass planet and you will LIKE IT.

Genuinely the way that Omega is going to influence them is so clear in these early episodes. She wants to go out and engage with the world while Hunter especially wants to withdraw and put up barriers to avoid getting hurt. Omega trusts people and reaches out and it does put her at risk of getting hurt, but it's also one of her biggest strengths, because it's what lets her connect with people, and I think a lot of those connections are going to come into play for season 3.

Just squealing over this, Omega is the reason they all start to branch out with Hunter being the slowest (other than Crosshair of course who has a good excuse for not being ready given the whole Imperial Brainwashing followed by intense torture thing) and I think that the best ending isn't one where he sacrifices himself for them (he would have done that from day one, it's not an ARC) but one where he finally, finally lets himself open up to the world beyond just them, when Hunter lets himself and his family actually thrive instead of survive.

"Without the republic to provide us supplies we'll have to acquire these necessities on our own." Spoken like a man that is aware of the concept of credits but has never had to actually use them before.

The scene with the repairman is great, they are so unfamiliar with the concept of a bribe. Wrecker is so genuinely confused and just to make it clear this is not a Wrecker thing, Tech takes so long to fully grasp that this is what he's asking for too. He heard about this once but has never encountered it in the wild. And Tech tries to be SO SMOOTH about the fact that he doesn't know how much a bribe is supposed to cost.

Obsessed with this face he makes. Boggled! At The Shipyard!

AND IT WASN'T EVEN ENOUGH THE GUY CALLS FENNEC INSTANTLY.

Hunter has found the one (1) item they have that is worth money and it is a SINGULAR EXPLOSIVE. Everything else they own is presumably absolute garbage.

Echo's SUPER confident "NOT DRESSED LIKE THIS!" gets me every time. So proud of this droid disguise.

Do not be alarmed it is I, a harmless protocol droid that happens to talk like a drill sergeant.

Your explosive might be worth 1800 in the black market, and Hunter is still catching up to the fact that there are different markets to begin with.

Love the glimpse of Hunter's college bro self we get with the Selling Echo scene. Come on, it'll be fine, it's just a minor scam!

I AM WORTH MORE THAN 2000. Know ur worth Echo.

What does this look like from the outside that he's discussing the price of the 'droid' with said 'droid'?

Did they ever pay for that trooper doll or did Omega just commit theft with more steps?

I'm sorry I can't breathe looking at this picture. Hunter is so fucking pleased with himself, he did so good with this scam, and in the distance you just have Echo flailing their scomp arm like BROTHER... HELP ME....

The droid supervisor is so funny to me, they really just invented a whole series of protocol droids and made them want nothing more in life than to be a middle manager. And Echo just fucking pulls a blaster on her. She was NOT programmed for this.

Fennec introducing Omega to the wild world of theft with the least subtle fruit stealing I've ever seen.

Cannot get past how attractive the knife kept in the small of Hunter's back is.

Echo has unionized this droid workplace, time to stage a walkout.

I will say Wrecker should not have gone down to Fennec so easily. I blame his likely ongoing migraine from his desperately trying to activate chip.

Hunter stealing the speeder to get Omega, he's really in his crimes era this episode. And I still can't get over how funny his HanGiNG? line is. Please he's SO TIRED.

RIP to this guy that Fennec straight up murders.

Also shout out to this guy who is the most blissfully in his lane person in this episode. Flourishing.

Forgot Fennec also shot a traffic cop following up on the likely violation of multiple people hanging off a vehicle.

Replacements was tense and you know this because the high speed speeder chase is the breather episode.

My crime wife Cid is gonna be here soon and I'm so disappointed that I have to go to bed instead of going onto Rampage DAMN IT.

[macaroni-rascal]

Montreal Worlds 2024 Day 4!

My voice is completely shot, my hands are legitimately sore from clapping, ears still slightly ringing, and I had the best damn time!

FREE DANCE

Mrazek's easily won the Swan Lake Battle, team nepotism were fucking awful, and it was even more apparent when a superior team skated to the same music directly after them. Diana Davis walked on the ice for 4 minutes, and did one lift that was supposed to be impressive, but was just shaky. Woof.

Olivia Smart deserves so much better, judges were not kind.

Lim and Quan got a standing ovation and they more than deserved it, they were stunning. I adored every single second of that free dance.

I didn't watch that team, so don't know, don't care, and fuck 'em.

I still don't love Turkkila and Versluis that much, in person they skate quite small and it felt like the program dragged on forever.

OKAY SO. A documentary is being made about the Reeds it seems like, a dude came and set up a camera next to us because Cathy Reed was sitting two rows behind, and he made the people right behind us come sit in our row and us scooch down so that they could get a good shot of her watching her sister. So that was both cute and a little annoying. We were stuck there also for Cpom, since Cpom had already started by the time the camera guy left and we didn't want to disturb others watching. A nice program from R/A though!

Cpom were SO very good. They were captivating and lovely, definitely had more speed at the start of the program, but wow have they ever improved. A joy to watch.

Back in my seat, in time for the small most boring most rip of P/C program of them all. 2/10.

Lajoie and Lagha had me right from the start. Just. I adore them so much. I'm so proud of them for coming back so strong after injury, I cried, I clapped, I cheered. I was fully moved.

Fear and Gibson were just fucking awful. I hated it. She's throw around in lifts and never needs to hold a position, they are doing push ups on the ice, they are standing still for 45 seconds in their choreo step, they are the second slowest team, and god just can they go away already?

Chock and Bates ARE SO FUCKING SLOW. I don't know if I didn't notice it in the RD, but jesus christ so glaringly obvious they were trudging through molasses the entire program. I didn't like the program. It was two cool lifts, and then a slow slog through Madison Chock being off the ice as much as possible. 1/10.

The first time ever the Italians made me happy. A nice program, a nice moment. The dress mishap at then was a little funny, still annoyed they will likely stay in until Milan.

Gilles and Poirier, the third slowest team. After the emotional moment with L/L, I just wasn't as moved or interested in this program. It felt melodramatic more often than not. Glad for them winning the free, now retire already.

MEN'S FREE

Adam coming from 19th to 3rd, what a moment. The crowd loved the back flip, and in the moment, I did too. Why not? He had nothing to lose. Redemption skates always give me warm fuzzies.

Donovan was a lovely time, she's got such razzle dazzle, he needs to work on his speed though.

Goodbye two spots of Canadian Men, that's all I have to say about that.

Love Selevko, he's my favourite.

Kao, it was not your day, or your competition. He kept drilling and fucking up his quad in front of me all warm up, I wanted to shake him.

Jun, it was also not your day or your competition, but you have a nice ina, so it's all cool.

Deniss was a lovely moment, I enjoyed his skate a lot. When he got standing ovation, a rude American behind me loudly said 'why are people standing up, he didn't do that well?' Which was wild.

Jason Brown!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So beautiful. The single axel honestly made me laugh. What a treat it was to see him skate.

Lukas was also a very fun moment, he's a skater I enjoy waching.

Shoma, I love you. <3

Yuma! What a moment, a shame about the triple axel, but that step sequence is so gorgeous. Can't wait to see him grow and evolve as a skater.

Ilia was there. LISTEN. Okay. Objectively the things he is doing are impressive, I just personally do not find it interesting. You know what I mean? My and my friend were at a sensory overload high and we just booked it out of the venue during his standing ovation before the scores cause we had to get out there. That rude American I mentioned would not stop fucking yelling at the top of his lungs during the skate, I had to plug my ears several times. Good for him, but he's not my thing at all.

GENERAL THOUGHTS AND HAPPENINGS!

Okay, so that rude American I mentioned a couple times, he was honestly hilarious. Another guy was sitting next to him, and the rude American kept giving him all wrong information about skating. Just confidently, with his whole chest, attempting to educate someone with nothing but false info. He kept calling jumps wrong (called flips toe, calls loops sals, and sals lopps), he said that V/M skated to Umbrellas at their first worlds (it was their second) he pronounced salchow like sal-CH-OW, no card C, but chow like chow down, he called several elements wrong all ice dance events, got coaches wrong for several skaters, etc. So hilarious.

I saw Corey Circelli and almost asked him he's like Italy but then didn't.

On our way out, we walked next to Lia, Trennt, and Hannah Lim all talking about Ilia's skate, that was fun.

Thinking of drafting an official complaint with the Bell Center to make their seats 4 inches bigger on all sides. I'm so serious my right hip, and lower back still hurt. Those seats were made for babies.

My wonderful amazing friend who I hadn't seen works at the Bell Center on the weekends, and I got to catch up with him, and then during the men he brought me a hot chocolate. Shoutout to him, he's the bees fucking knees.

I shan't be going to the gala. Thought I could do it, but I am so sensory overload from four straight days of bright, loud, and crowded. I am a person that like dim, quiet, and 3-4 people at most, and I am at my limit. Also, fuck those seats, I can't sit in them for one more minute.

ALL IN ALL! I had SO much fun, it was truly amazing seeing all these skaters I've loved for so long, and being able to really watching and analyze so many different things. I've gained new appreciation, new perspectives, and some new favourites. I am, however, very ready to get home to my bed, my cat, and my space. I'm flying out dumb early tomorrow, and I can't wait!

[whovianwatchingstartrek]

A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 101 - Rescue Sarek!

Star Trek: Discovery - Season 1 Episode 6 - Lethe

We open with Sarek and the Vulcans testing their own mission, but his mission is sabotaged, by a supposedly isolationist radical group of Vulcans that wish to withdraw from the federation. Last time a Rogue Vulcan faction showed up, they ended up being the good guys, but this group definitely aren't the pacifists that the Syrranites were, I'm curious to find out exactly what their deal is.

We then see Sylvia and Michael doing laps through Discovery's headquarters. I would have imagined these more advanced ships would have had a proper gym like the NX-01 Enterprise had, but apparently not. It definitely seems that Michael is pushing her too far out of her comfort zone,

Lorca and his buddy he picked up from the Prison, Ash Tyler, are also running some combat drills on a Holodeck. I know from cultural Osmosis that Holodecks are big part Star Trek, but this is the first time I've seen one since the MPreg Episode all the way back in Season 1 of Enterprise, so it's nice to see it here, even if it's only briefly. Apparently, he has been instantly promoted to Chief of Security, a role that I forgot recently became vacant.

In the Mess, Michael and Sylvia encounter Ash, and sit down to get to know our new Security Chief. There is some initial friction between Michael and Ash, but introductions are cut short when Michael receives a message through Sarek's Katra. Sarek gives her a flashback to before she was transferred to Star Fleet. Apparently Michael was removed from the Vulcan fleet for being too emotional, among other reasons, and I love that we're finally digging into how fucked up it is to raise someone in the Vulcan way, and seeing the younger Michael be gaslit into thinking she's the problem is heartbreaking. Sarek notices Michael's presence in the dream however, and kicks her out, back into the real world.

Michael wakes up in Sickbay. Apparently the same rogue faction of Vulcans were also responsible for the attack on the Learning Center when Michael was a child. Discovery goes on route to rescue Sarek.

Unfortunately once Discovery arrives at the relevant nebula, there is trouble. Firstly, we have no idea where in the Nebula Sarek is, and secondly, Discovery cant enter the Nebula without the gasses causing the Spore Drive the explode. Michael comes up with a plan to use the Katra to find him, and gets a shuttle team together, meanwhile Starfleet Command starts to chew out Lorca for going on this mission against orders.

Michael puts her plan into motion, and we get a really cool fist fight between Sarek and Michael in Sarek's mind. And at the same time we get a really interesting conversation between Lorca and one of the Starfleet Amirals who he's had kind of a thing with throughout, that really starts to dive into Lorca's psychology. His previous ship was mentioned last episode, but here we find out that after making that sacrifice, he changed a lot as a person. Wild traumatic events will do that to you, and I kind of want to find out how his command style differed before. Was he just as the Ends Justify the Means as he is now, or did he change in different ways? We also see him have an absolutely terrifying Trauma response when she touches one of his Scars. I want to know more about his character development, I can't wait for the show to explore whatever happened on that ship to shake him so much!

Delving deeper into Sareks backstory in the flashback scene it's mentioned that Sarek is actually Spock's dad, which wasn't something I expected to hear. Either way, it's revealed that Michael was rejected from the Vulcan fleet because Sarek was asked to choose between Michael and Spock, but in the end neither ended up in the Vulcan fleet. But, Michael manages to break through Sarek's shame and locates shocks him awake to signal out his location, and the the rescue mission is a success. Sarek's own mission is left more open ended, however. The Admiral that was visiting Lorca goes to complete it, but the whole thing was an ambush, and the admiral is taken prisoner by the Klingons, as our cliffhanger. Lorca gives the command to wait for Starfleet's orders, which either means this is him taking her advice to heart, or a petty display of "I'm right your wrong", and I love that I can't tell which it is.

This was a good episode, I am absolutely fascinated by the Characterisation of Captain Lorca, and the details on Michael's backstory and her relationship to Sarek are really interesting too.

[scratching92]

I know a few of you followed me more for Bleach and fanfic, and outside of a few reblogs here and there I’ve mostly pivoted to posting about Lancer due to brain rot, so to make it up a little I’ve decided to provide some Lancer!AU headcanons for some of the cast, despite normally not being about AUs.

Abarai Renji: I originally considered the idea that Renji pilots a standard General Massive Systems Everest, on account of his lack of money, but after thinking about it I realized he would pilot a GMS mech, but not an Everest. He would pilot a Sagarmatha, because Renji loves a good pep talk, and what is Raise The Banner if not the ultimate pep talk? Later on, his equivalent True Bankai moment would be grabbing an Royal Karrakin Foundries Orchis. Orchis' love of being adjacent to its allies, alongside Ferrous Lash providing options for pulling allies close/pushing enemies away fits Renji rather nicely. That said, I did about die laughing to myself earlier imagining Renji in a Harrison Armory Enkidu. Incidentally, I think in this AU he would be an Ignoble from the Karrakin Trade Baronies who got into the Karrakin Cavalry College somehow alongside Rukia.

Kuchiki Rukia: Rukia would pilot a Calendula, I think. Its focus on slowing mechs to make them vulnerable matches how she uses Sode no Shirayuki, I feel. Naturally, the Kuchikis would be a Karrakin House in this AU too, so it makes for her to pilot a Karrakin mech. Also, there's something morbidly funny about her having the power to put an ally and an enemy in the shadow realm to duel one another alone and uninterrupted. One imagines she enabled the Lancer! AU Kaien in a much more direct way than in canon.

Kuchiki Byakuya: Byakuya would pilot a Smith-Shimano Corpro Mourning Cloak. It's the most "-teleports behind you- nothing personnel, kid". Also, SSC is the luxury brand, and nothing says luxury like buying a scarf worth seven mansions a Mourning Cloak. Also also, however, Mourning Cloak's versatility in being suited to melee combat, ranged combat, AND e-warfare line up very nicely with Byakuya's own versatility as a Shinigami.

Zaraki Kenpachi: Kenpachi would absolutely use a GMS Everest, but he'd outfit it with Interplanetary Shipping-Northstar Blackbeard weapons and systems, for some real close-combat hacking and slashing. Post-character development, though, I think he'd swing towards Blackbeard's variant frame - the IPS-N Empakaai. A mech with an integrated superheavy weapon just feels right.

Kusajishi Yachiru: Yachiru does not get her own frame. She's Kenpachi's personal SEKHMET-Class NHP. She's maximizing Kenpachi's potential for violence.

Madarame Ikkaku: Ikkaku is absolutely the kind of guy to use a superheavy weapon, but I think the IPS-N Vlad is more his style. Both because it has a lance weapon, but also because Ikkaku's seiyuu, Nobuyuki Hiyama, was the voice of Viral in Gurren-Lagann, so of course he should use the mech with the big fuck-off superheavy Combat Drill.

Ayasegawa Yumichika: With Yumichika, we're gonna go in a wild direction. He would pilot a HORUS Manticore. It's a real close-combat type, much like Ikkaku and Kenpachi, but unlike them his Manticore is secretly built for hacking as well. Also, Yumichika's willingness to throw his life away to keep a secret feels like the kind of mindset that would CASTIGATE.

Komamura Sajin: Komamura would pilot the Harrison Armory Saladin. I'm not even sure I need to explain this one. Everyone remember to say "Thank you, Big Sajin".

[sparklecryptid]

Re: Regis was late on purpose because he wanted Fleur to leave - an AU where Fleur decides to leave before they get there. Regis would be a little bit smug about this.

Except.

They keep on running into each other. All. The. Time.

Regis and co are sitting in some roadside bar eating lunch and Fleur just walks through the door.

Fleur is turning in a mark from her hunt and counting money when those guys pull up in their car looking for quick cash.

Regalia breaks in a middle of nowhere and guess who just fucking happens to be passing by on her bike.

Regis would suspect a Conspiracy except it's obvious that Fleur finds all those coincidences just as infuriating as he.

(Fleur, who was reincarnated several times and remember being a meddling god-like being, wonders which one of her old Convocation buddies is responsible for This. And why are they being so fucking insistent. On. This. Particular. Outcome.)

(It's Hydaelyn-now-Eos.)

The first time it happens Fleur and Regis stare at each other for five seconds - Fleur’s expression one of fury - before Fleur rolls her eyes and turns her attention to the cashier behind the counter.

“Hey,” she says and takes a seat at the counter, “Got a strawberry milkshake?”

“For you?” The cashier laughs - they’ve known each other a long time after all, “Of course.”

Regis is still staring at her.

“Talk about bad luck,” Clarus mutters.

-

By the sixth time Fleur runs into Regis and his assorted retinue it’s when they’re being pinned in by both daemons.

Fleur debates leaving them.

She doesn’t because it’s night and they are very likely to die if she doesn’t do something.

Fleur calls down stars from the sky and has them surround the wounded group, acting both as a barrier between them and the daemons and providing relief for their wounds. The daemons attention turns toward her just as Regis and Clarus’ eyes drill a hole in her head.

She ignores them and pulls out a pair of chakrams. After that it’s easy to reduce the daemons to nothing.

Just in time too, the stars surrounding the Prince and his retinue glow brightly and then burst into a picture of the sky above them.

Fleur pretends not to notice how they tightened their hold on their weapons even as the stars healed their wounds.

“Anyway,” Fleur says and is totally not judging them for being in suits in the wilderness, “Don’t travel at night, get clothing that will actually protect you, and for fucks sake don’t leave people waiting for you when they’re supposed to teach you how to survive in the fucking wild dumbass.”

Fleur spins on her heel and begins to walk away. Her annoyance at continually meeting these assholes weighing her down and when there’s the sound of footsteps behind her and a hand grabs her shoulder she does the one thing that comes naturally to her.

She punches a prince in the face.

-

“I don’t like him,” Hades announces in the lifestream.

“You don’t like anyone who’s tried to court our daughter,” Hythlodaeus says while admiring his nails.

Hades scowls. “With good reason-“

“Now, now,” Venat once known as Hydaelyn says, “We all know the successor to my Seat on the Convocation is dear to us. But what was that expression? If you love someone set them free?”

Hades stares at her.

“I spent eons attempting to bring our world back for the mere chance of seeing my daughter again, and I’m supposed to let some third-rate prince court her?”

“If she wants him too.”

“No. I refuse to allow it, why are they meeting so often anyway?”

Venat smiles.

Hades’ eyes widen.

“You-“