#im just spit balling tbh

[heroictoonz]

I wanna make a like fan point in the timeline for Zelda where everything is fucking wack as hell cause I like to make things harder for the protagonist than it needs to be

Current concepts I have under the cut

-Hyrule currently has three royal princesses but they do have a forth half sister. The eldest of the four is named Zelda because everyone believed that she would take up the position as the goddess blood as Zeldas have before her in her ancestry. Zelda is trained and raised with a LOT of responsibilities on her shoulders including being the eldest sister who has to take care of the other three in some ways. However, come to find out she isn’t the chosen ancestor. Oops. Instead it’s the youngest and half sister (pictured on the left but currently unnamed) who is half sheikah and honestly didn’t even think she counted as a princess and spends most her days in the library or out in the forests

-Link (pictured on the right) in this timeline is born as a gerudo who grows up and declares himself as a man (trans) and because of the legend of the male gerudos becoming their king they take this as the sign that Link is the next gerudo king. Unfortunately he wants nothing to do with any of that kind of responsibility so he runs away from the village. Only to stumble on the master sword and meet Fi who, in turn, explains that he’s the hero spirit which, he also really really does not want and by running away from responsibility is only thrusted with more expected of him

-I had a few concepts for the new incarnation of the triforce of power. I was thinking of him being either a Rito or Zora who is haunted by the spirit of Ganon who threatens to take his body near constantly. Unfortunately at the start of our story Ganon’s spirit is only strong enough to possess a korok. However, he does state that if (currently unnamed character) is to ever give into the triforce or the curse of the Demise that Ganon will be able to take over completely. Whether this is true or not is up for serious debate. Either way it puts him on constant edge especially around Wisdom when he learns she has the goddess blood in her

-Other little ideas I had was that Link is almost a Robin Hood type during his solo travels. Fi is both happy he has a heroic air to him but also do you have to cause this much trouble everywhere you go?

-Wisdom and Power are friends growing up as Power is a royal guard for whatever species he is and has met Wisdom countless times during visits to Hyrule

-A part of me also was thinking of Power being half gerudo and is actually the rightful gerudo king, not Link but because he wasn’t raised in their village no one knows

-I was thinking of Link having a broken piece of the triforce of courage stuck in his body. Another part of the reason why Fi is like hey man I know you hate this responsibility shit but you literally can not ignore me here

-Power possibly coming to the concept of stealing all the pieces of the triforce not to use them but to destroy them, thus pushing him over that unfortunate edge of being against Link and Wisdom

[blitzyn]

stop moving

re4r leon s. kennedy x m!reader

request: none

synopsis: After finding yourself stuck in a closet with Leon, you end up squirming just a little too much.

a/n -> i have fallen victim to the leon lover rabbit hole. ALSO. I FUCKING FRACTURED MY FINGER??? guys i almost cried when i had to write the word balls. </3 but thank you all for 1k followers! tbh i only started this acc because i liked the font when i wrote something in my drafts lmao. but still! it means a lot to me and im happy to have gotten this far!

wc -> 2.5k

cw -> thigh fucking, hiding in a closet, spit as lube, handjob (r receiving), pet names (baby x2, sweetheart x1), he's kinda possessive tbh, not beta read

This was supposed to be relatively simple: get in, figure out where the president's daughter was, save her, then get out. Sure, you've seen your fair share of weird shit — especially after the outbreak in Raccoon City, but finding out that there was a whole religion dedicated to spreading a plague for the sake of taking over the world definitely takes the cake. For now, at least.

But finding yourself cramped in a closet with Leon, surrounded by a horde of hostile cultists, also wasn't something you expected to happen throughout the entire mission.

"Stop moving so much," Leon quietly muttered from behind you just as you shifted.

"I'm not," you huffed, a bit annoyed that you had to hide in this stuffy closet, even if you knew that you'd probably be dead by now if it weren't for your partner's quick thinking. Against his words, you adjusted yourself again, trying to find a decently comfortable position. Suddenly, you felt his hands on your hips and the warmth of his chest pressed to your back as he pulled you flush against him.

"I said, stop moving," he repeated, whispering in your ear. You held back a shudder at the feeling of his breath ghosting over the shell of it, stilling completely in surprise. Just then, thunderous footsteps could be heard outside the closet; slowly, listening for any sound that might reveal where the two of you hid.

You tensed and instinctively backed up to further yourself from the perpetrator, even if there wasn't much room to move to begin with. You could faintly hear Leon grunt from behind you, but you were in no position to apologize at the moment. Your eyes were glued to a crack in the old, wooden door, watching as the light shifted when the person passed by.

You waited with bated breath, hoping that it wouldn't come near. But, like some cliche horror movie, you could see the light at the bottom of the door disappear, meaning it was far too close for comfort. With every second the person stood there, the tighter Leon's hold on your hips became. The two of you went so silent your ears rang, and you were briefly afraid that it'd hear the sound of your racing heartbeat.

But after what felt like an eternity, its heavy footsteps started up again and away from the closet. You heaved a sigh of relief when the front door slammed shut, rendering the building empty once more.

"Fucking hell, sorry," you mumbled, trying to shuffle forward and give Leon his space when you realized that he hadn't let go of you yet. "You okay?"

Using the dim light that filtered through the cracks in the door, you lifted your arms a bit and curiously peered at his hands. But that's when you noticed the black lines covering his arms. Upon closer inspection, you quickly realized that they were his veins.

"Christ, Leon, what—"

"Be quiet. Just—just for a second."

You found it hard to tear your eyes away from his arms, waiting in silence. You focused on the sound of his labored breaths, biting your tongue to keep yourself from questioning him even further. Your mind couldn't help the invasion of 'What happened?' and 'What is that?' that threatened to spill from your lips. How did you not notice this earlier?!

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt him rest his forehead on your shoulder, muttering and grunting under his breath. And that's when you felt it — the reason why he was so reluctant to move just yet: he was hard.

"Oh." You couldn't help it, even if he had already told you to shut your mouth twice already. The silence from then on was painfully awkward as the two of you tried to figure out what to say. With a deep breath, you miraculously found the courage to speak up.

"Do you... Can I help you?" You offered, remaining still to keep yourself from accidentally pressing yourself up against him again. It was silent while you waited for his reply, embarrassment wriggling its way through your chest the longer the two of you kept quiet.

"I mean, you don't have to accept, you can just ignore me—" you began to ramble on, mortified that you even asked the question. "I just thought, cause, like, it'll be hard for you to—shit, I didn't mean it like that—"

"[Name]," Leon interrupted you, finding your instant silence charming in its own way. You could hear him take a deep breath in just as his hands slid further up to firmly caress your waist and abdomen. Electricity shot down your spine and pooled in your gut when he tugged you closer to him, grinding himself against your ass. "You can."

He reached for your hand and brought it behind you, placing it directly onto his cock. You gave it a tentative squeeze, savoring the quiet grunt that came from him, feeling your confidence grow by the second. You heard the gentle jingling of his belt as he undid it just enough for you to dip your hand underneath the waistband of his pants and boxers.

"Not wasting a second, huh?" Amusement and lust were laced in his voice as he spoke, a quiet moan spilling from his lips soon after.

He was hot and thick in your hand, throbbing rhythmically. You swiped a finger over the tip that beaded precum, savoring the shudder that came from his body. His hips trusted up into your fist, seeking more, and you were more than happy to oblige.

With a steady pace, you moved your hand up and down, tracing the prominent veins. You felt your own cock twitch at the sound of Leon's breathy groans and sighs, but you ignored it in favor of getting him off.

"Fuuckk," he drawled out, leaning forward to press his lips on the side of your neck. "You're good at this. Makes me think you've done this typa thing before."

"No," you responded, gently rubbing the spot on the underside of the tip. "You're the only one."

"I get the special treatment?" He muttered teasingly, his breath hot against your skin. "Must be my lucky day."

He could feel his body buzzing with adrenaline as he peppered open-mouthed kisses on the side of your neck, untucking your shirt to slide a hand up your torso to pinch and toy with a nipple. His free hand traveled lower, slipping his cold fingertips underneath the waistband of your pants, but refused to go further than that.

You could feel his lips curl in a subtle smirk, but even as you realized he was teasing you, testing your patience, you had no intention to retaliate. Christ. The hold this man had on you. It was downright pathetic.

"God," he started, pressing his palm flat on your chest to bring you closer to him—eager for more of your touch. He let his teeth gently scrape against your skin, threatening to bite—to mark you, but he forced himself not to. He couldn't. Not right now. "I want to fuck you so bad."

His words were breathless, borderline desperate, as they left his lips. He couldn't help but thrust his hips up into your fist, pushing and pushing until your hand was flush against your ass, keeping you from jerking him off as he rutted against your hand.

"We can't, Leon," you muttered, disappointment lacing your voice. As much as you'd love to have him inside you, fucking you deep, you knew you couldn't. Not when the Ganados were still outside, at least. "Just let me finish you off."

Leon let out a low growl, knowing that you were right. There were a lot of things the two of you couldn't do inside the confined space of the closet, forcing him to conjure up ideas of what he wanted to do when all of this was over.

But for now, he settled on the second best option: your thighs.

"I know," he murmured, breathing in deeply as he pulled your hand away from his throbbing cock. "Then let me fuck your thighs. I'll be quick, I promise."

You mulled over his words, unsure if it would be a good idea.

"Please, baby," he pleaded, his voice heavy with lust. "Just this once. Then, when we find Ashley and get the hell outta this place, I'll make sure to fuck you properly. Nice 'n hard 'n deep. Wouldn't you like that?"

Fuck it.

"Mhm, yeah, go ahead." You relented, knees weakening at the thought of having his thick cock inside you, stretching and filling you up perfectly.

"Atta boy," he buried his thumbs underneath your pants and boxers, pulling them down to let them drop to your ankles. "Knew you'd come around."

He groaned at the sight of your bare thighs and drooling cock, running his hands along the curve of your ass to lean back and spread it, focusing his gaze on your asshole. "Fuck," he hissed. "Can't wait to feel your tight little hole around me later. Gonna fill you up with my cum, make you mine."

Arousal sank in your stomach like a rock as your hole clenched around nothing. Whatever's coursing through his veins made him more impulsive, more desperate, but with the fog that clouded your thoughts, you hardly found it in you to mind.

He spat on his cock and moved a hand away from your body to briefly jerk himself off and smear the saliva around.

"Open up, baby," he instructed as soon as he was done, raising his hand to caress your hip. "Spread your legs a little."

Like a trained puppy, you obeyed, widening your thighs just enough to let him guide his hard cock in between them. Your breath hitched at the sight of the head peeking out, squeezing your legs around him just a bit tighter.

"Jesus fuck, [Name]," he groaned, leaning forward to press his chest against your back. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. Through the hazy mess that was in your mind, you found comfort in the warmth and firmness of them as you placed your hands on his forearms for some sort of stability. "That's it. Squeeze me just like that."

You could feel every twitch and throb, and you were sure he could feel yours, too. It felt like your senses were on overdrive as you listened to your labored breaths, his pleased sighs and grunts, and the slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your thighs. He set a leisurely pace, rocking his hips back and forth.

"Shit..." He hissed, speeding up his thrusts as his dick rubbed against your balls, smearing his makeshift lube across your skin.

His hips met yours with quiet slaps, making sure to keep the noise level at a minimum despite the overwhelming urge to just bury himself inside you right then and there. He mouthed at the nape of your neck, tasting the salt of your skin, gently pressing his teeth down hard enough to send sparks down your spine.

His fingertips pressed into your sides so firmly it hurt, but it only served to mix in with the desire that burned brightly in your belly. He fucked your thighs with a sense of urgency, as if trying to satiate a hunger deep within his subconscious—not that you minded.

He grunted and groaned with every thrust, tightening his arms around your waist to tug you back to him whenever your hips jolted forward. It was intoxicating; the way he so effortlessly turned your body into a sensitive mess left you wanting more.

But as soon as a strong hand wrapped around your aching cock, you nearly came on the spot. One of your hands left Leon's forearm to slap it over your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from moaning too loud.

He breathily chuckled beside your ear. "Is this what you wanted?" He rhetorically questioned, swiping a finger over the leaking head so perfectly it left your skin tingling. "Tell me, sweetheart."

"Ohh, fuck," you hissed. It was embarrassing how you so eagerly responded to his touch. "Yeah, th-that's it...!"

Your eyes fluttered shut, focusing on the feeling of his slick cock moving in and out from between your thighs. Your lips parted from behind your hand to let out quiet pants and moans, digging your nails into his forearm the closer you got to your orgasm.

"Oh god, Leon—!" You moaned, pressing yourself further against his back. You could feel your legs faltering, but he didn't seem to mind having you rely on him to stand up.

"I know, baby, I know," he muttered, his voice tight and strained as his thrusts gradually grew sloppy and weak. "Me too."

His cock pulsed and twitched, and he can't help himself from clamping his teeth over the side of your neck this time. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it left a noticeable bite mark that dully ached.

"Come on, baby, cum for me," he instructed, and you had no choice but to comply.

With a muffled moan, you arched your back and finally came as ropes of your semen coated the dusty wooden floor and Leon's fingers. He stroked you until he was sure that you were spent before letting go to chase after his own release.

"Shit," he cursed, breathing heavily. "I'm gonna cum so... so fucking hard...!"

With a strained groan, his hips jerked erratically as he came, holding you tight enough to leave bruises. You gently rub your thighs together, helping him ride out his high. It wasn't until a few moments later did he finally stop, breathing hard against your neck as he calmed down. But that's also when the clarity kicked in.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, moving his head from you. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened—I just—" he apologized, sighing in defeat a moment later.

"It's fine," you replied, patting his arm. You had to suppress a shudder when he pulled away from your thighs. The cum that ended up on the insides of them quickly cooled, leaving an uncomfortable sensation on your skin. You were just gonna have to suck it up.

"Let's just get outta here, already." You shuffled forward a bit to tug your pants back up your legs while Leon composed himself.

"Yeah," he said, pressing an arm against the dusty, wooden door. Through the dim light, you could see that his veins were no longer visible again, but that thought was going to have to hold off until later. "You ready?"

"Yup." You nodded after briefly making sure you still had everything in place.

Without further thought about what happened just a few seconds ago, Leon pushed the door open and quickly left the closet as you trailed close behind. Now, it was back to work.

[ninoochat]

did mickey knew ian was gay before they hooked up? *cracks knuckles* alright sit down let's unpack this shit because yesterday for dinner ive had 4 snickers and im still not down from that sugar high. shutup

in 1x6 he's waiting outside kash and grab to beat up ian. why is he nervous? he beat up lip a few days ago, he beats up dudes on the regular. s1 ian isnt exactly intimidating (sorry ian). is he wary of linda because she has more balls than her husband? sure but he wouldn't be smoking and biting his nails. as a former smoker and nail biter, you don't usually do both unless you’re S T R E S S E D. he’s there alone this time. why did he call off his cousins? maybe stalking the store so much made him notice what was going on with kash *spits on the ground*. maybe he overheard when ian told mandy he was gay right outside their house in 1x3. i don't think mandy told him but she could have.

so back to 1x6. mickey cleans up (a little) and goes to the store to provoke ian. "i forgot the dip" no you didnt, you just needed an excuse to go back in because ian showed up. ian says to kash *burns sage to cleanse myself* "what, so you're just going to let him keep coming in here, and take what he wants?" uh oh actually, yes he will! oops getting sidetracked. mickey tells him "you know where i live if you have a problem". *gestures vaguely* if not gay then why everything? to me, this is textbook boy at school pulling on pigtails and running because he has a big crush. and i mean how many opportunities are there for a closeted gay kid in this neighborhood? ian is cute as a button, he's probably checked him out. "where's firecrotch?!" sir have you put much thoughts into that part of his anatomy? we know he likes redheads...

fast forward to 1x7, that scene (changed my life tbh). mickey's probably loving how fearless ian is. there's only so much grunting and physical contact he can take before he folds (ask ancient romans). he's about 16 in season 1, he's probably climbing up the walls horny and ian gave him the look™ (ian u big hoe) and yet i firmly believe he would have never made a move if he didn't know. hell no, no way! and risk having ian yell something with terry in the next room? with how terrified he is about his father?

what do you think? did he know or did he just went for it?

[amourtoken]

hey so now im thinking about will eating you out :(((((((((((((((((

same it never leaves bc ik that mf is MESSY

ESPECIALLY when he's high as fuck.

Like, Will smoking by himself is fun but inviting you over after he realizes he's high as shit and lonely makes it better. You always make everything better.

You're probably in the door for a solid 10 minutes before he has you spread out on his couch with his face buried between your legs. He was on a mission today, didn't have time for all the small talk apparently.

He can't decide whether he wants to hold your legs up behind your knees himself or make you hold them so he can spread your pussy wider w his thumbs or sink 3 fingers knuckle deep into you just to have you squirming and whining while he sucks at your clit. Tbh he'll probably rotate between all the options bc his brain never slows down. He's eating you out like he's the one receiving pleasure from it, moaning against your skin and only pausing to pull back so he can catch his breath which during that time he's absolutely resting his face on your thigh and looking up at you with all the love in the world in his eyes.

The moment would've been sweet if he didn't immediately pull back just to spit on your pussy and dive back in yk it rlly takes away from the wholesome feeling. He's so hard he's fucking aching in his sweats but he'd rather die than pull away from you. He doesn't wanna free up one of his hands enough to stroke himself either, it can wait. He's not done until you're shaking and crying, pulling handfuls of his hair while you grind against his face to ride out your orgasm. Then he feels like he can treat himself a lil more. He'd scramble to drag his sweats down just enough to free his cock and would sink into you balls deep without a single warning, the slick mess he left all over your lower half would aid in how easy it was but the stretch still stung a little. He wouldn't give you any time to adjust cause his brain is too foggy but you'd be fine, throwing your arms around his neck while he bucks his hips up against yours and is panting like a dog.

Safe to say he rlly doesn't last long.

[ultr6violnce]

jack thurlow hc's !! ( nsfw. ) <3

he's a switch.

if he's rlly subby then he whimpers ALOT.

most of the time he's dom , but he loves being sub too because he loves how u treat him.

would probably smoke a blunt , whilst fucking u.

loves cummin' inside you and watching it drip out of u.

sometimes if ur being too loud , he'll take the blunt from his mouth and force u too smoke it instead so it will shut u up.

he loves ur tits.

whenever he's eating you out , he fingers u at the same time so u squirt all over his face.

pain kink. pain kink. pain kink.

while he's fucking you , he'd probably carve his name into ur thigh :3

loves stuffing ur mouth with his fingers to keep u quiet.

loves when u suck his cock :c because that means he can cum all over ur tits , face and sometimes in ur mouth cuz he thinks u look adorable covered in his liquids ^_^ !!

LOVES overstimulating u til ur pretty much sobbing.

if he's sub , he also loves sucking on ur fingers to muffle his cute noises :c

huge huge HUGE mommy kink.

loves fucking u in reverse cowgirl .

spit kink. spit kink. SPIT KINK.

loves bending u over his lap and fingering u from behind.

somnooooo!!

he loves when u pepper his pretty cock with kisses.

hes so whiny when he cums. but tbh he's just loud and whiny in general.

he also loves when u gently play with his balls as u suck him off.

he LOVES slapping his cock on ur tongue or on ur cheek :33

a/n: am sorry this is so short :( But i have nothing better to do since im quite sick but i hope u like this :3 i might do a tyler hc post next cuz he's so fine plsolspls 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[euniexenoblade]

Thank you for poly posting, I'm in a long term monogamous relationship that I want out of but can't due to financial reasons. I thought I could learn to get over it but ironically enough it feels like when I was repressing my trans feelings (not that it's nearly the same level but still). Tbh I feel like I'm getting to a point where I'll have to breakup and deal with the financial consequences, or cheat

People always do this thing where they're like "uh being poly isn't like being trans" "I don't really like the phrase coming out about being poly" but frankly like. I think the idea that polyamory isn't slighted by society is kinda dumb. I ain't gonna say it's some intense oppression, but we do come out as poly and we do deal with harassment for being poly. Idk, the lingo people use to talk shit bout poly isnt very different from transphobia. Not necessarily about anything you said, I've just been thinking about this and your mention of it being similar to trans repression just made me wanna spit ball.

Im sorry youre stuck in this. I think you should start planning your exit. Figure out a way to support yourself if possible and maybe figure out a living situation if you can. This way you can just break up and get out, I ain't gonna condemn you for cheating but it sucks and you're probably not gonna hear the end of it when you leave, it'd be nice to not give em the cheating ammo.

Keep your head up anon. You'll be free.

[bedforddanes75]

wips!!! talk to meeeeeeee about them <3333

-b

tbh it was just the one and im gonna rant because I Have Been Prompted x

for whatever mentally ill reason its gatty so apologies but basically its dlid era, and about 20k words of george being In Love and In Denial but hes silly leave him alone:( in those 20k its just RIDICULOUS tho. it is soundtracked to literally anything angsty BUT... also songs and instrumentals by adrianne lenker because that's where i got the title from LMFAO. i also made a pinterest board of it and thats mostly what i wanted to bring up because its so like omg the vibes are so AAA. anyway have...a snippet. so. hoe this is scary how do u do this OKAY dude omg im stressed ALSO Maybe consider this nsfw idk he starts talking shit about matty wanking So um. whatever ALSO sorry tw for homophobic slurs :<

They're fine, stood alone, until someone walks past and shoves Matty with his shoulder, mumbles something about 'What a fag', then looks at him, sniggering. Matty looks down at his hands, fiddling awkwardly.

George glares at the boy, then grabs his shoulder, yanking at him so they're face-to-face.

“Something to say about your boyfriend? Boyfriend who looks like a girl?”

George gives him a hard look, clenching his jaw, balling his fists.

“He’s not my boyfriend. But yeah, I do, actually. Don’t you fucking call him that.”

“Oh, makes sense that you’d say that. Cos you're one too, aren't you? Fucking queer,” he spits, attempting (and failing) to square up, having to tilt his head back an embarrassing amount just to look George in the eye.

The next thing George knows is someone's on the floor in front of him with a bloody nose and his knuckles are pink.

“George, what the fuck!” Ross shouts, suddenly appearing from some door or other.

He can't reply, just stares at the boy on the ground, accepting as people cheer for more and Adam and Ross pull him away.

He's a little unsure of what happens for the next while, all he knows is he doesn't enjoy it, sitting, walking, explaining what happened over and over again, because all he can think of is the look on Matty's face after he spoke. The way he'd looked so hopeless, pulling his hat down further. All he knew in that moment was that he never wanted to see it again.

His mother questions him about what happened as she drives him home, in shock about the fact her (usually quite docile) son had just punched someone. And he tells the truth. He tells her about how sad Matty had looked, how he just wanted to hug him, but something just made him want to hurt the kid.

She believes him, of course, knowing the lengths they’d go for each other, but decides to stay quiet about the fact George got himself almost punched just for the sake of his friend, and what that might mean, especially with their conversation the night prior.

Once they get home, George hides in his room, sitting on his bed and staring at his hands. He can't believe he actually punched someone, the only acts of violence he'd ever shown otherwise were to his friends, playful, nothing genuinely harmful. The sight of that kid on the floor, nose all red and bloodied, made him feel uneasy, knowing he could do that. He knew he was intimidating to most people, with a resting face that looked almost empty, and a stature of six foot something, but he didn’t think he had it in him to give another reason to be scared.

He just can't stop thinking about how happy Matty had seemed before, his smile, those crooked teeth that he loves oh so much, his stupid giggles. The fact he's thinking about his best friend's smile and blushing to himself doesn't fail to make him even more uncomfortable.

George puts his head in his hands, squeezing his eyes shut tightly behind his palms, and lets his shoulders dip down. His mind races with thoughts of Matty, and he feels sick. The thoughts don't stop at just his smile either, and he finds himself thinking about Matty's bare body, thinking about his skinny torso and bony arms, thinking about Matty touching himself, wondering what he would do, what he thought about, who he thought about, whether he'd fuck up into his fist.

He whines, distressed, feeling like a kicked dog, unsure of what to do.

The worst part about it, though, is the fact he's now fully aware of the fact he's getting hard. Over Matty, his best friend, who is also a boy. He wants to cry, he's not gay, so why is he thinking about Matty like that? Especially since Matty is very much a man.

um. anyway. bragging is cool guys show me every wip you have Immediately... also if this sucks then suck my dick and prove it

[viralesmater]

// might not have the skills to put this idea into reality but man, am i gonna try my damn best. decided to add a lil something from biblically accurate angels to Liz's design, mostly the eyes.

idk im just kinda spit balling ideas i think look cool tbh. might go back and just add the eyes in no discernible pattern instead. big hair is def a thing tho, cuz her concepts had big hair... might make it look like blood / goo. also tendrils cuz why not lol.

[pondslime]

hi im working on my first how fic and im wondering if u could share any tips 😭 i feel like im never going to finish but i wanna contribute my own brain rot to the fandom so bad

omg hello anon!! first of all, that's super frickin exciting!! I'm not sure what kinda fic ur planning on writing, so take all this w/a grain of salt!! as a how writer of exclusively filthnasty, a lot of my advice is gonna stem from that lmao

stream of consciousness bullshit below:

only write shit u want to write.

that sounds really self-explanatory and dumb, but I mean it.

fanfiction is inherently a creative medium to play around w/anything and everything that tickles ur brain. what has the canon not given u? what more do u want? for me, it's mountain dew-tinged dick from a dumbass murderhick. so I write a lot of that in response 💀.

imo, with fic writing, u can easily get trapped into the pitfall of trying to write to appease a group of ppl/their favorite tropes/write based on what u think OTHER PPL want to read. and not what U want to write. DON'T DO THAT LMAO!!!

this especially filters into writing smut tbh.

me? I ONLY write the shit that I'm chomping @ the bit for. if I'm not ooga booga cavewoman about it......it ain’t getting written lmao. horny delirium drives 26838446% of my fics.

don't feel like u have to indulge in things that u aren't into!! it will translate into ur work and be very noticeable. that's not to say don't take risks/push past ur comfort zone!! I definitely vault over the fence of safe and sane w/the shit I write! but it’s always coming from a genuine interest and DESIRE to push those boundaries.

basically. if it doesn't make ur brain light up like a fork in the microwave, don't be scared to mix it up and see what DOES do that.

sometimes all it takes is a rewatch of this dumbass movie to get the gears inside my peanut brain spinning and then I'm off to the races. other times, I just have ideas bopping around my brain like errant ping pong balls, and nothing really hits. that's fine!! even tho it feels so ANNOYING lmao. u won't always be inspired or have 7834847447 words in ur head to spit out. that's v normal.

reading and engaging with other ppl's fics can be endlessly inspiring and fun as hell!! I also STRONGLY suggest reading other things as well. NON-fic related things!! books, poetry, articles. read!!! getting different perspectives/stories about things wholly seperate from fandom is so valuable. u can pick up on writing techniques and see the myriad of ways ppl use language!! even if u end up reading things u dislike, that doesn't take away from the value of it. bc now u know what to avoid/omit in ur own work!!

also. don't feel like u have to write a huge massive magnum opus for ur first fic. my first contribution to this fandom was 2k words of weird debauchery bc I watched this movie and immediately wanted botulism splintertoenail to be mean to me. that was straight up my first n only thought after finishing this fuckin film. like.......OH........what I would give 2 be degraded w/a beer bottle while this loser watches jeopardy or some shit. 🤡🪦 I was coasting purely on the bimbo gas fumes that were leaking out of the screen. I suggest u do the same.

don't overthink it!!! just have fun!! this is our sillygoofy degenerate hobby!! write from the heart (or the pussy, idk live ur life) and don't take urself too seriously. we're all just playing dolls w/a bunch of stinky murdermen. go crazy go stupid 🤪🔨

[kxllerblond]

Kissing you all on the forehead and tucking you into bed.

I am literally just a little guy who wants to RP my fictional man with your fictional nerd. I do not bite :( plssssss

I SUCK at plotting, but I can do spit-balling sessions for sure. I do have a shiny and new plot bits (bunnies if you're old) page that you can use to maybe get an idea for a starting point. I'm very flexible, tbh. If you have any sort of self-indulgent plot you want, I'm probably your mun to run it by since I can make Clark fit just about anywhere. My messages/IMs are always open if you want to jump in and ramble at me about ideas. c:

[bbyquokka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Got secrets i cant tell

🦙: pairing: Hyunjin & f!reader

🦙: Genre: smut. below 18? DNI

🦙: synopsis: having explicit dreams about hyunjin caused desires to build up. one night, you both caved in and fulfilled what you both want.

🦙: warnings: cheating, unprotected sex, drinking, tipsy, kissing whilst tipsy, explicit language, blowjob, face - fucking, clit play, masturbation, reader becomes dumb, degrading name (slut), implications of choking

🦙: words: 4.5k

🦙: a/n: eh. it kinda got sloppy towards the end. i need more practise writing smut tbh. this wasnt my original idea of a hyunjin fic. my original idea didn't turn out the way i wanted it to be so i decided to move onto something new. maybe i will go back to my original idea but idk, lmao. title is a lyric from “play with fire” - Sam Tinnesz ft Yacht Money. (we all know that song and still havent moved on from it) if i missed anything in warning, lmk. feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated. tyvm and enjoy!

🦙:  part 2

🦙: master list

"you're such a good girl for me, (Y/N). you'd do anything and everything for me, wouldn't you?" you nodded frantically. your inability to form sentence disappearing the moment hyunjin penetrated you with his cock. his hips moving from slow to fast, loving the way your face contorted in the sheer amounts of pleasure he was giving you. His veiny hands gripped onto your thighs, pushing and spreading them apart further, enabling a better view for him.

"fuck, your pussy is swallowing me. i can never get over how good you feel around me. so wet, warm and so fucking tight." he grunted as you mewled at his words, hands gripping onto the sheets tightly turning your knuckles white. his name falling out off your mouth, breathing laboured as he thrusted into you with power, the wet sounds mixing in with your moans and his grunts.

hyunjin let go off your legs and lent over you. you instantly wrapped your legs around him, heals digging into him. you wanted more, you needed more, so you tried pushing him in more causing a low chuckle to fall from the man that providing you with immense pleasure.

"such a greedy girl. you want more yet you have all of me. im balls deep in you baby yet youre so greedy and needy for me, its pathetic. its pathetic how you've become like this and its all because of me, isn't that right." he leans in close, lips close to yours, breath hitting your lips with every word that comes out off his mouth. you whimper at his dirty talk, clenching around him causing him to groan. hyunjin kisses you messily, spit and tongues becoming one with each other. you grip onto his back, nails digging in leaving crescent marks behind.

"i need you to do one thing for me baby." hyunjin murmurs against your lips. "what is it? ill do anything for you hyunjin." you whimpered against his lips

"i need you to wake up"

"what..?" you blinked, confused. "what do you mean..?"

"wake up."

you awoke suddenly, panting as you stare at the ceiling coming to terms with what just happened. still in disbelief, you sat up slowly, breathing calming down once you realised it was just another dream. you was in your room, your partner sleeping peacefully beside you. you bit your lip gently as you looked at them, feeling slightly guilty that this was becoming a reoccurring thing. deciding to go for a shower to somewhat calm down some more, you threw the duvet off you, making your way to the bathroom. it was at that moment that you felt an uncomfortable stickiness, underwear sticking to your crotch.

deciding to do something about it, you turned the shower on and locked the bathroom door, back sliding down it as you parted your legs, taking your underwear off. throwing them into the dirty wash basket, you slowly rubbed small circles on your clit, moaning quietly. your free hand playing with your breast slowly, occasionally squeezing the flesh. you dipped your finger into your entrance, finger becoming wet with your essence and using it to stimulate your clit more. you closed your eyes, thinking back to the dream you awoke from.

it felt so real, so good. the way his skin felt against yours, his breath against your lips. the way his hips moved against yours as he thrusted into you. he was gentle, but firm which is what you like. he complimented you, calling you a good girl and that your pussy felt so good around him. he was on the verge of being pussy drunk. you wanted it, you wanted him. you slipped two fingers inside, moving them fast as you thought about all the dirty things you wanted to do to hyunjin. the hand that was on your breast, came down to rub fast circles on your clit, hyunjins name falling from your mouth in the form of quiet whimpers.

you imagined hyunjin was with you right now being the one that was pleasuring you or maybe, he would watch you pleasuring yourself, calling you a good girl, his dirty slut. you wanted his big hands around you, around your neck if possible. a familiar knot started to tighten as you continued to pleasure yourself, thinking of hyunjin, moaning out his name. with one final rub and thrust of the fingers, the knot became undone, your orgasm rippling throughout your body causing you to shake and instinctively close your legs. you bit your lip hard to stop you from calling out hyunjins name as you rode our your orgasm.

coming down from it, a wave of guilt washed over you. your brain becoming clear and aware of what just happened. you just got yourself off thinking of someone else, whilst your partner was sound asleep in the room next door. you sighed, standing up and taking the rest of your nightwear off, stepping into the warm shower. you let the water run over your body as you started to think.

sadly, this wasn't a first for you. waking up wet from a sex dream about hyunjin then locking yourself in the bathroom to get yourself off was becoming a regular thing and it had been for a couple of months now, ever since you met him. its not like you was starving of human touch either, you and your partner are pretty active in the bedroom department, they know how to please you but when they introduced you to hyunjin, his work colleague, you was blown away.

you thought you had met a God, a prince. his beauty was breath-taking, almost overwhelming. from his long, shiny hair that someone stayed in place and never became messy, to his perfectly proportioned face, you thanked the heavens above for blessing your eyes with such beauty in the form of Hwang Hyunjin. As time went on, he slowly became a part of your life. You both got on very well very quickly, which your partner liked. they said it was good that you was finally getting to have some friends and being social. you would invite hyunjin over for dinner at times, sometimes go on shopping dates together or have a picnic in the park. the more time you spent with him, the more you got to know him.

you learnt that he's a hopeless romantic and it showed in his art work. pictures of couples kissing, hugging, taking walks together in the form of either watercolour or pencil was enough to make you think that he couldn't get any more perfect. he gifted you a watercolour painting of your favourite flowers for your birthday which is hung proudly in the hallway. The more hyunjin opened up you, the more you got to know him better and it was until you learnt that he hasn't been in a relationship for a few years, claiming that he only gets used for his looks.

"Its a confidence boost to them, to gossip about how they’re with someone like me. and im not talking about the good kind of confidence boost." you vaguely remember him saying those words before claiming that he only does one night stands. That was the beginning of your curiosity. Hyunjin is a man, he has needs and what he does with his sex life, is his business - but you wanted to be part of that business.

a few weeks went by with you thinking about him. what would he be like? would he be passionate and caring, treating you like a Queen or would he be rough and selfish, not caring about you but himself, chasing his own high. you'd often daydream about his hands roaming around your body, groping your ass and breast, occasionally wrapping his long fingers around your neck, pressing gently before they would be inside you, thrusting and curving them to hit that sweet spot.

you was lost in your thoughts one day whilst grocery shopping until you overheard two females gossiping about hyunjin. you know you shouldn't eavesdrop but you couldn't help yourself once you heard his name. you overheard them both explaining how he knew how to treat and pleasure a woman right, knew which spots to hit and where. How he was an expert in the oral department. "the pleasure was so intense, i thought i was going to pass out." overhearing everything they had to say, made you crave for hyunjin and that craving was merely satisfied one night.

your partner had gone out with a few of his friends, a catch up, he called it but you knew he would be coming home drunk at 4am. An hour into being alone, you called hyunjin over, claiming you needed company and you was bored. 10 minutes later, he was round your apartment, both of you sat on the sofa, gossiping about everything whilst occasionally taking shots and drinking.

after your 4th or 5th shot, you felt the alcohol take effect. you felt a little warm and light-headed. you was a happy drunk, laughing at almost anything there was to laugh at. Hyunjin was also a little tipsy and you learnt that tipsy hyunjin equals physical touch. he couldn't keep his hands off you and not in a sexual way. whenever you would crack a joke, he would slap your thigh gently, push you slightly whilst in fits of giggles. his hands would be situated on your thigh, thumb rubbing small circles on the flesh. Whether it was the alcohol taking effect or your curiosity getting the better of you, you became brave.

hyunjin was putting his glass down on the coffee table, licking his lips causing you to overally stare at them. he noticed you looking, his eyebrow raising slightly as his lips curled into a smirk. he placed his soft hands on your cheek, leaning in slowly. your heart hammered against your chest as you closed your eyes, preparing yourself for what was about to come. After a few seconds, you felt warm, soft lips pressed against your own. you hummed softly, your own hands situating themselves on top of his thighs.

with a little more confidence, hyunjin moved his lips and you responded by moving your own in sync with his. His tongue darting out and licking your bottom lip slowly, requesting permission which you gladly did by parting your own lips. your tongues collided together, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth. Your breathing heavy as you felt excited, skin heating up. you was melting into him, into the kiss. butterflies erupting in your stomach, arousal present at the pit of your stomach. you moaned softly wanting more, needing more. hyunjin pulled away slowly, biting his lip. you opened your eyes and looked at him, swallowing slightly. it wasnt until you was both calm that guilt settled in for you both. you both crossed that line that should never be crossed. you both vowed to keep it a secret, to carry on as normal so your partner, his best friend, wouldn't get suspicious.

a few weeks had passed since the kiss and that was when the dreams started. it started of vague, your dreams taking you back to that night but it soon started to escalate. from kissing to fingering, giving and receiving oral. you would do it in public, in photo booths, changing rooms, cinemas. your dreams where driving you crazy at that point because it just made you want hyunjin more and to feed the burning desire and curiosity within.

Your first full blown sex dream happened shortly after and that was the icing on the cake for you. most mornings you'd awake and do your ritual of locking yourself in the bathroom to pleasure yourself whilst thinking back to your dreams. you couldnt bear it anymore but at the same time, you felt guilty. your partner had no idea what was going on in that head of yours and he also had no idea that you and his best friend shared an intimate kiss. you was good at acting normal with him.

the day you decided to put some distance between you and hyunjin, was the day that you masturbated to him whilst he was in your apartment. it was a scorching hot day and hyunjin decided to stop by, have a chat with his best friend and work colleagues. He was dressed in a sleeveless top and denim shorts. nothing out of the ordinary right? however, his long hair was tied up, loose stands fell in front of his angelic face, he was noticeably sweating, face and neck shiny with moisture, his little baby hairs at the back of his neck sticking to his skin. it was like your dream, except a hundred times better.

you couldn't concentration on what he had to say that day. you couldn't help but admire him, admire how his biceps looked, how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled or that infectious laugh of his that you adore. you had to excuse yourself when Hyunjin innocently placed a hand on your leg, skin burning up instantly. you locked yourself in the bathroom, panting and aroused. after you was done, you decided that it was best for you to distance yourself from hyunjin, for your own sake. you couldn't carry on like this anymore.

months later, you was still having dreams but the weren't as frequent anymore. trying to distance yourself from hyunjin was hard at the beginning but you somehow managed. when he would come over, you'd excuse yourself and go to the store or a café. When he would text you asking if you wanted to grab a coffee, you'd lie and say you wasnt feeling very well. you thought your mind had calmed down until he showed up at your door unannounced.

that's how you found yourself in your current situation. you was backed up against the wall, hyunjin hands placed on the wall beside your head, trapping you in. your mind doing a full 360, butterflies erupting in your stomach, spreading all over your body. your inches away from his body, his lips. those lips you kissed months ago.

"why have you been avoiding me, (Y/N)?" you turned your head to the side, avoiding his gaze. he grabbed your chin firm but gently, making you look at him. you swallowed, heart beat picking up in pace as you looked in his eyes.

"I - I dont know what you mean." you whispered. you could feel yourself slowly crumbling under his touch, melting away as his eyes bore into your own.

"Don't play dumb with me. You don't think i don't know. every since the kiss, you've been acting strange around me. did i do something wrong? something to upset you? did you not like this kiss?" you pressed your lips together, words stuck in your throat. Hyunjin leant in close, his breath hitting the shell of your ear before smirking. "But i know you liked it. i know what you did that day, in the bathroom."

eyes widening, you looked at hyunjin panicked. You had been caught, you thought you was careful. you especially took extra precautions that day. you looked at your feet, eyes welling with tears. you was embarrassed, ashamed.

"I'm sorry." you shakily whispered. hyunjin laughed softly before lifting your chin up with his fingers. "Don't be. it was hot. hearing you moan my name like that. but it does make me wonder, what else do you fantasy about?"

you stayed silent, embarrassed as a flood of dreams and memories came rushing back to you. you shook your head no indicating that you wasn't going to tell. Hyunjin ran his fingers through his hair before leaning in close to your lips. you instinctively licked your own.

"be a good girl and tell me what you fantasies about." you snapped, rationality gone, flying out the window. his hands were trailing down your sides, turning you into putty. he smirked. he had you right where he wanted you.

"i think about how we would have sex in public. i-in cinemas and changing rooms. how id be on my knees, allowing you to use my mouth and fuck my throat. Id let you use me, b-because I'm just a toy, a slut for you." you whimpered as hyunjin growled lowly.

"how long has this been going on for?"

"since we met.." hyunjin let out a shaky breath. the air between you both was so thick with want and arousal, you could cut it with a knife. Hyunjin suddenly crashed his lips against yours. it took a few seconds for you to realise what was happening before you closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, into him. his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you flush to his body. moans and groans mixed with tongues, saliva and pants. you pulled away slightly, whispering "we cant do this. my partner, your friend. what i they walk in? what if we get caught?"

"fuck it. I've wanted you for so long, its agonizing. i want to sink my teeth into you, devour you. i want to feel you around my aching cock, call you a good girl as i watch you ride me. i want to see that pretty face of yours full of pleasure that i will so happily give to you. getting caught just adds to the fun."

you lost. you caved into your pent up desires. your kisses were filled with hunger. his hands trailing over your curves, squeezing ever inch before he squeezed your breasts. you whimpered softly before pulling away from his lips. making eye contact with him, you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, grabbing the waistband of his pants and underwear.

"w-wait. what are you doing?"

"let me. i want to, i always have. I'm going crazy, hyunjin. i want this, i want you." you was desperate as you pulled down his clothing. you didn't care how needy or slutty you looked or sounded, you had him here and you wasn't going to let the opportunity slip away from you again. Hyunjin was in shocked, seeing this side of you ignited something deep within him. running his fingers through your hair, he hummed as he watched you.

pulling clothing down to his ankles, his hard cock sprung free. you swallowed and licked your lips. it was better than you imagined, better than your dreams. you gently grabbed the base, feeling the warmth against your hand as you slowly stroked him, rotating your wrist slightly. you looked up at the man who was towering over you to see his eyebrows furrowed together, lip caught in between his teeth.

sticking your tongue out, you licked from base to tip slowly. you planted soft and delicate kisses along the side before licking it again. stopping at the tip, you licked it, salty pre cum collecting on your tongue. Hyunjin groaned, encouraging you to wrap you lips around him. your warm mouth caved him in as you sucked, flattening your tongue and hollowing out your cheeks. your hand had moved to his balls, fondling them. hyunjin moaned, tugging your hair and collecting it into a make shift ponytail. you stopped suddenly and closed your eyes. you tapped on hyunjin's thighs. he swallowed when he realised what you wanted him to do.

hyunjin thrusted into your mouth slowly, testing the waters to see how far he could go. once confident that he could be a bit rougher, he picked up the pace, going deeper, the tip reaching the back of your throat. hyunjin moaned and groaned as he continued to abuse your throat with his cock, the grip on your hair tightening. tears collected in the corners of your eyes, drool slowly making it way down your chin and on the floor beneath you. your underwear was soaked with arousal, pussy clenching around nothing.

hyunjin pulled his cock out off your mouth, making a loud 'pop'. whimpering at the lost, hyunjin looked down at you to see the state you was in. eyes hooded, chin wet with drool, hair tousled and lips slightly swollen. kneeling down to you, he wiped your chin, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip

"you did such a good job, (Y/N). i always knew you was such a good girl." you whimpered at his praises, your hand making its way down to your pussy. hyunjin watched with a raised brow, licking his lips when your hand disappeared underneath the fabric of your underwear. you rubbed slow circles on your clit, moaning softly. Hyunjin watched your every more and it wasn't until you looked him in the eye and moaned his name, that he snapped.

in one swift motion, he had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. you squealed as he made his way to the bedroom you share with your partner. throwing you onto the soft mattress gently, you propped yourself up by your elbows and spread your legs allowing hyunjin to see the damn spot that had accumulated from your arousal. you licked your bottom lip as you looked at hyunjin, fingertips feathering along the inside of your thigh.

discarding the rest of his clothes, hyunjin knelt on the bed in between your legs, taking your top off. his hands lightly trailed up from your stomach to your right breast, gripping it in his big hands, squeezing it. you whimpered softly before kissing him again, this time with hunger. Hyunjins fingers grazed over your nipple, the sensitive nub causing you to shiver and mewl.

pulling away from your lips, he shimmed his way to situate himself between your legs. grabbing the waistband of your underwear, he pulled the down and off. the cold air hitting your arousal caused you to shiver. Hyunjins dragged his finger up and down your slit, occasionally rubbing your clit, teasing your entrance by sliding one finger in and then back out again causing you to clench and squirm

"Hyunjin, stop teasing me! i need you so bad! im going insane! give me that cock of yours. ruin me, devour me. ive wanted you for months and all your doing is teasing me!" you whined, eyes becoming wet with tears of frustration. hyunjin didn't think he was that kind of man, seeing someone beg and be frustrated due to him teasing. he didn't think he would be the type of person to love seeing someone cry yet here he was, cock twitching at the sight you begging for him, hot tears collecting in the corners of your eyes. his name rolling off your tongue in the form of frustrated whimpers.

"give it to me. hyunjin. please, give it to me. i need it. i need you. i need your cock inside me, ruining my insides. i don't care anymore, i just- please!!"

in one swift motion, hyunjin was on his back, you straddled on top of him. your entrance hovered above his tip as his hands situated themselves on your waist.

"you want it, you work for it." pressing your lips together, you grabbed the base of his cock, guiding it towards your entrance. slowly lowering yourself, you felt the burn due to being stretch. hyunjins hands squeezed your waist tightly, doing everything in his power to not slam you down. you soon had his entire length inside you, waiting a few minutes to get use to his size.

"s-so big." you mewled, slowly lifting your hips ups before lowering them again. you picked up the pace once you got accustomed to his size, mewls turning into moans with added groans mixed in from the man below you.

"fuck (Y/N) you’re so wet, so tight for me. i cant believe i’ve waited all this time to fuck you!" hyunjin thrusting upwards to met with your thrusts, moans and wet sounds filling up the bedroom. "Fuck this" hyunjin growled, putting you on your back. grabbing your hips and pushing his length back in. his thrust were quick. he was balls deep in you, his hips snapping against your own. the tip of his cock hitting that soft, squishy area that made you toss and turn in pleasure.

your skin was on fire. your hips and back of your thighs starting to hurt from the constant snapping of hyunjins hips. your mind was blank, the only thing you could think of was the glorious man above you. your hands grabbing his shoulders, nails digging into his soft, milky skin leaving crescent marks behind. pleasure was rippling through your body.

"good. s-so good. its so good. you're so good. oh g-god!" you closed your eyes, a familiar knot tightening in the pit of your stomach as hyunjin rubbed lazy circles on your clit, your pussy clenching around his cock causing him to grunt

"you close, doll? you want to cum?" you nodded frantically, your hand grabbing his wrist that was rubbing your clit, squeezing tightly as you became closer to the edge. "fuck, (Y/N). i don't think i can last much longer either."

"inside. cum inside."

"you sure? that's really risky. we're not even using protection for a start."

"its ok. on the pill. its fine, just give it to me. please hyunjin. i want all of you!" with a final snap of his hips, the knot became undone. moaning out his name in a string of curses, your body twitched, back arched and legs shake as you rode out your high with the help of hyunjin. you pushed away his hand that was stimulating your clit claiming you was sensitive to the touch. seeing you orgasm was enough for hyunjin to halt his movements, body twitching as he painted your walls with him cum. he thrusted shallowly, helping to ride out both your highs before gently pulling out and resting beside you.

panting and covered in sweat, you looked at hyunjin and smiled sleepily. he extended his hand out and stroked your cheek softly. for a brief moment, you forgot about the world, about life. it was you and him, together.

"what do we do now?" you asked, opening your eyes

"well, we go shower and clean up."

"no silly. what do WE do now. as in, where does this lead us?" hyunjin hummed for a second, thinking.

"well, i enjoyed it. a lot." you nodded, feelings mutual. "however, there is a slight problem to that. we 100% crossed that line that shouldn't be crossed and i cant help but feel guilty for it but at the same time, its exhilarating."

you nodded again, agreeing with him. he's right, its so wrong what you two had just done but it felt so right. you felt guilty because your partner didn't deserve the betrayal from you both however, the danger of possibly being caught was exciting to you both. "do you wanna continue or..?"

"do you?" he turned the question back onto you. you thought about it for a second before nodding slowly.

"then i guess you'll be my little secret, princess."

[finniestoncrane]

what would all the riddlers prefer you do while giving them head??

oh gee i wonder who sent this lmao 💚💜

let me TELL YOU how i think they all like it because they're all terribly filthy boys also a bonus of jon, harvey and oz bcos i know you love them too bb

minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff and language and kinks bcos i got real yucky with this, you are welcome

update of this post here!!

arkham riddler: my beloved, king daddy of all the daddies, definitely gentle, needs talked into it as a form of stress relief when he's too absorbed in his traps, doesn't like cumming in your mouth because that's not very respectful, will teach you how to do it to his tastes perfectly u-u

"remember we practiced your breathing, you're being so good, this is definitely where your genius lies"

zero year/capullo riddler: disgusting man, desperate for a sloppy bj, will slap your face with his dick/hand, absolutely will call you his slut and likes to finish with his head pressed right to the back of your throat, likes it if you're drooling and spitting his cum out onto your chin at the end, NASTY

"you should be grateful i'm letting you suck my cock, i'm the fucking riddler"

dano riddler: gotta make eye contact with him as he cums on your chest, will hold your hair and push you onto him, really likes his balls squeezed hard too because he's a sucker for pain and punishment

"i'll show you who's in charge here, i'm in control, i'm the boss please"

young justice riddler: whimpering simp of a man, will fall apart in about two seconds, likes you to tell him how big he is, needs constant validation about how pretty his dick is

"was it good for you? am i a good boy?"

gotham riddler: really can do without the sucking or licking, could happily get off on cockwarming in your mouth, otherwise it's too overstimulating, could potentially forget you were even down there lmao

"ah, but do you know why they're called blow jobs? it's very interesting actually! it actually goes back to..."

💚 and cos im feeling extra slutty today and ily 💚

jonathan: another one who needs the eye contact, probably because he likes seeing tears or eye makeup running down your face, definitely likes to see how rough he can be and enjoys the sound of choking for breath

"are you nervous? i would be"

harvey: i don't know if there's anything about harvey to me at least that doesn't scream "i like to put it all the way in and take it all the way out and your mouth better make some obscene pop noise when i do otherwise i'm going to choke you", flips a coin to see if you're spitting or swallowing

"heads or tails, baby? are you taking it in the mouth, or are you going to bend over and show me your ass"

oz: sugar daddy vibes, so his thing is that he likes spoiling you once you've done him a favour, just likes to be slurped on, doesn't even need to come tbh

this is a classy joint babe, be nice to daddy and keep quiet under the table and you can have something nice and shiny afterwards, alright?

[elysianslove]

Those dick analysis are so good!!!! Idk why i just keep reading them Abufbsudjwjdj my i please ask for the setter ones? If its not trouble, of course!

honestly they’re so much more fun than i thought they’d be??? i wanted to do it cause,,, horny thoughts, but then it ended up actually being enjoyable hbsjdd but im so so happy you like them!!! and yes yes of course <3 

just to clarify as i always do, this is hella unrealistic and just for fun!! 

other versions: haikyuu captains dick analysis, haikyuu aces dick analysis, haikyuu middle blockers dick analysis,��jjk dick analysis. 

setters done in the captains version: oikawa tōru

HAIKYUU SETTERS DICK ANALYSIS

kageyama tobio 

listen, i know he has a skinny penis. something about him just screams skinny penis, but it’s so so so pretty. also it’s not like unsatisfying skinny cause it still has a little girth to it but it’s not painful girth you know? he’s like 6.8 inches? idk that seems right i guess? pale shaft that has a little flush of color to it, and a pink pink pink tip, but it’s like such a pretty, pretty tip, kind of mouthwatering tbh. curves to the right absolutely it does.  also he is so sensitive, like everywhere. literally just hover your fingers lightly along his dick and you’ll have him twitching and all. he’s not clean shaven because he never really understood the purpose, like the hair’s there for a reason for sure?? it must be?? but if you ask him he’ll be like “ok.” 

kozume kenma

i can’t decide if kenma would have a little dick or not, so i’m gonna settle for he’s a 5.6 inches. thing is kenma knows!!! how!!! to use it!!! like in a way that he’s kind of winging it, but he’s very perceptive so he just goes with what he sees you like the most. also teases so so much before, so that when he fucks you it feels really good!! shaft is a light tan with a golden tip, and very veiny too?? also kenma’s actually clean shaven— he probably waxes pls, just cause it’s so much more convenient and shaving always itches :( idk i feel like he might forget to take care of himself so he does it just so he doesn’t have to worry about it yk 

akaashi keiji 

god. god. god. such a pretty dick, like you could just stare at it all day. dick pics need to be framed in gold. he’s probably 6.8 inches like kags, with the prettiest pink tip like it’s so flushed but it’s not red and it’s not a pale pink either like just a deep deep pink, and a pale shaft, really prominent veins when he’s hard. his balls are pretty too pls :( and he’s clean shaven, for sureee. akaashi would do the most to make sure you’re satisfied and happy. when it’s hard it curves against his stomach like inward but only a little, maybe at the head yk? is really into foreplay and prepping you for him so by the time he fucks you his dick is drooling for you, and it’s the most gorgeous sight ever seeing it twitch and leak ugh <3 

miya atsumu 

big dick and KNOWS it. flaunts it. is the type to wave it in your face while in the shower with you just cause. a golden tan to the shaft, darker tip with a slight pink/red flush to it, hella veins, hella girth, hella length. he’s a good 7.1 inches i’m not gonna lie. (osamu’s bigger by .3 inches and rubs it in atsumu’s face all the fucking time btw). he. he is not clean shaven. will make you trim it for him if you really want it clean. (but only to piss you off, he will do it anyways <3). also his dick print is. gorgeous. in sweats? immaculate. gym shorts? beautiful. those red plaid pajama pants that give everyone a fat ass? dick print is stunning. IN TIGHT ASS BRIEFS AND ITS LEAKING A LITTLE? im crying. 

sugawara kōshi 

omg it’s !!!! he’s so good with it. so good. loves to tap it against all your sensitive spots like your clit after being abused by his mouth and fingers? or your hole after he stretches you? 6.5 inches, sort of proportionate in terms of length and girth, but idk. suga seems like he has a fat dick for some reason? like it’s not shocking girth, but it’s definitely a stretch. idk i can just picture his bulge in jeans or tight pants to be very prominent i guess? or like. idk i can just tell he’s hiding a fat dick in his shorts does that make sense. also a very pretty tip, a pale-ish pink with a shaft that kind of starts off very pink and then pales towards the base. clean shaven!!!!!! obviously. 

semi eita

such a nice dick you’d wanna just cockwarm it. but with your mouth. yk. or anything else really. it just feels so satisfying inside of you!! i can’t decide on a length (these are all hella unrealistic anyways) but maybe 6.9 inches. he just seems like he has a long dick!!! more length than girth you know? you know. purple-ish head and pale shaft, sticks up straight with no curves, and not a lotta veins!! there is one or two that are obvious, but it’s delicate yk. also i have the feeling semi likes it messy so he’s obsessed with deepthroating you and pulling out and having his dick covered in a mess of cum and bubbling spit. i will not be taking criticisms thank you <3 

koganegawa kanji 

oh my god he so has a big dick and literally has zero clue. no concept of size whatsoever. first time you see it and you gasp and he’s like uh oh what’s wrong like he’s not fucking packing as shit??? 6.9 inches with so much fucking girth. not so much that you have to spend forever prepping yourself, but like, it’s definitely a long time. first time you had sex he put it in too soon and you were like pls i beg you and your stupid big dick— fat, fat tan head, a lighter shaft with a golden tint to it. head flushes pink when he’s hard and leaking!!! he’s so messy with the hair down there cause he thought it was cooler but when he learned it wasn’t he was so quick to shave it all off yk :) 

ukai keishin 

couldn’t skip him!!! big dick big dick big dick. he has a big dick. look at him and tell me he doesn’t. it has a tan shaft, very similar to his overall skin tone, and a pinker tip, which darkens considerably when he’s hard. curves to the right and is so veiny!!! so fat, shaft is fat, head is fat, just so fat. he’s a good 7.4 inches, because why not you know, and always hits it from the back to have his balls slap against you. i— he’s not clean shaven what are you expecting. he’s not gonna shave. will actually make you choke on his dick and bury your face in his lap unashamed. (no but to be honest he would trim it for you, at the very least, not to worry <3) 

i tried not to miss out on any setters too!! i looked through the schools and if i did miss any, it just means i don’t know them well enough to write for them, i’m sorry!!! but i hope you guys enjoyed !!! im sorry if it’s a messy or something im writing this with an oncoming migraine </3 

luv u all mwah <3 

[wri0thesley]

omg wait no hold on I just requested overhaul but then I remembered your overhaul thirst post about him pulling a "curing hysteria~" as an excuse and thought I'd request something along that vibe (no oun intended). I think that'd fall under orgasm control, overstim? (hope this is okay!)

hysteria antidote - overhaul x fem!reader (4k)

seeing nothing but the same four walls every day of your life is playing havoc with your brain. overhaul thinks perhaps you're suffering from hysteria. he has the perfect cure for that.

cw: not sfw/minors dni. dark content!!! dubious/non-consent. captive reader. talk of death, blood, etc. medical kink, gloves, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm control. misogyny. mentions of pregnancy/breeding. afab reader, fem pronouns.

[a/n: idk the internet said the 28th of may was his birthday so consider this both a birthday fic and a fic to celebrate 6k followers, sorry that i am gross and horrible but tbh im having a great time <3]

You really don’t think it’s unreasonable for you to be going out of your mind.

Since the Boss was taken ill, and Kai – Overhaul, you remind yourself, though he’s always just a little less sharp with you when you trip over the new name than he is with anyone else – took over leadership of the Shie Hassaikai, you’ve been pretty much stuck indoors.

Considering that you’re pretty sure he only has fond feelings towards maybe three people in the entire world, including you, you guess you ought to feel special about it – but all it actually does is make you feel like a trapped bird, caged and restless. It doesn’t help that all of the other members of the organisation have started being weird around you; people who you’ve known most of your adult life, people who you’ve worked beside and killed beside and done other horrible things beside (for the good of the organisation, of course)--

But now, they look at you like you might break at any moment. They treat you like an invalid. Their brows crease when they see you out and about, quietly murmuring; “Shouldn’t you still be in your room?”, avoiding touching you at all costs. There’s a kind of fear in their eyes, that they’re going to be told off for even speaking to you, that they’re afraid of being caught close to you.

And you know exactly who’s to blame for that.

You’d tried to speak to him about it, once; you’d thought that perhaps he might be amenable to your desire to do something to help the Shie Hassaikai. He’s always wanted to restore them to their former glory, after all! But after you’d let out your little impassioned tirade, his eyebrows had creased over the bird-mask.

“You don’t sound well,” he’d said to you. “Go back to your room. I’ll talk to you about it later.”

You had missed, at the time, that he hadn’t said ‘we’ll talk about it later’. He’d just said ‘I’ll’. When he had come, that is how it had been; the reassurance that he was keeping you safe. That he didn’t want you to be tainted. That he was keeping you well.

Your quirklessness has never been an issue before, but it certainly hasn’t been a boon. Still, for Kai--

“It’s disgusting,” he’d said, agitated by the discussion. You’d stared at his hands, thinking about the destructive power he himself wielded. “Quirks are a curse, and you not having one is just proof you’re not infected.” He’d looked up, golden eyes piercing directly into yours. “I’m going to keep you perfect.”

Overhaul is not a doctor, for all of his talk about illness and disease and plague. You think he could have used his quirk for something meaningful, once; but you also know that his burning curiousity, his disgust of anyone who deems tainted, his utter lack of morality . . . those are all things that would not have been welcomed in the medical profession. So instead, he deals in needles and pills and altering drugs in the underground labyrinth of the compound.

Sterile rooms, with examination tables and scalpels and impersonal, silver-grey equipment. Pill boxes that rattle when he passes them to you and tells you to take three of those a day, one of those, that one has to be taken to with food--

The idea that you won’t take them doesn’t enter his head, and though he has never . . . overhauled someone in front of you, you have walked past other members of the organisation mopping and disinfecting blood and gristle from sterile flooring.

It is better to go along with him, so you take the supplements and the pills and submit to the way he grabs your chin in gloved hands on the doctor’s chair, tipping your face up to shine a light into your eyes and watch your pupils dilate. But inside, you are screaming.

You’re not made to be locked in one room, occasionally allowed out to pace the hallways of the upstairs – never the underground ones, not any more – with restless footsteps and your muscles fizzing with desire to taste fresh air. You’re not made to stare at the same walls and breathe the purified air and think about how empty the compound is, now that Overhaul is in charge of everything--

(Too many knick-knacks attract dust. Pollen allergies act up, if there are too many plants, and he hates hearing people sneeze. Furniture should be easily movable and barren, to assist in the twice-daily cleanings of every room that people walk through.)

But it’s getting too much for you. Suffocating. You feel like you’re choking on air all of the time; you take the pills, because the thought of what he could do to you is terrifying, but sometimes you wonder if perhaps it would be better if you didn’t.

You’d woken up that morning to the sound of rain hitting the high windows in your bedroom, and you had longed to go outside in your thin nightwear and spread your arms and taste the air, smell the rain, feel it hit your body in fat droplets. Your entire being had ached. You’d tried to distract yourself, with what little there was in the barren prison cell that you called a bedroom – but when the door opened at four thirty exactly, and Kai had stood there with his face as impassive as ever, you had not been able to stop yourself.

Hand fastening around his upper arm (you shouldn’t touch him, you know you shouldn’t, but the same four walls are getting to you), you’d begged him;

“I want to go outside.”

If anyone else had touched him like that, they would already be splattered against the walls and floor. But all you get is a furrow of his eyebrows, careful fingers (gloved, of course; the latex against your skin always makes you shudder) pinching at your hand to get you to let go of him.

“No,” he says. “You’ll catch a cold.”

“I don’t care,” you’re petulant, you know, frustration bubbling up in every cell of your body. “If I stay in here for one more day, I will tear myself into pieces.”

“You’re being over-dramatic.”

“Kai—”

“Don’t call me that.” His rebuttal is sharp. “You know I’m doing this for your own good.”

Your face twists into something ugly. Overhaul hates it when you do that; hates the way your brow wrinkles, your mouth moves, your normally lovely face (one of very few he can bear to look at unmasked and not feel as though he is going to get sick from merely breathing the same air of you) marred.

“You’re not,” you hiss at him. “You’re doing this because you’re fucked up! Because you’ve got some weird fucking ideas about what’s clean and what’s unclean, because you’re on a power trip, because you don’t care about other people--” Your voice is pitching and modulating, all of the things that you usually try and keep balled up inside of you spilling out that the floodgates of how unhappy you are is open.

You’re breathing heavy as Overhaul, clearly irked by what you’re saying, tugs at the wrist of one of his surgical gloves. If he’s going to kill you, good – at least it will be better than this, you think, your breath coming in short sharp pants after the outburst.

He lets go. His hands fall to his sides. His golden gaze on you is very level.

“You’re hysterical,” he tells you. An exasperated laugh falls from your mouth.

“Yeah?” You ask him. “Of course I am. Do you know the last time I breathed fresh air?”

“Seven months, two weeks, three days.” He says it without blinking. Your shoulders tense. Has it really been that long? “You haven’t been ill once in that time. The world out there is filthy.”

“It’s normal to get sick,” you try and tell him, but Overhaul is moving forward; past the doorway, and into your room. The door clicks shut behind him, the sound of a lock ominous. You don’t think you’ve ever been alone with Kai in your bedroom.

In the medical examination rooms, sure. In his office. In common areas, back when he was just the boss’ troubled protege and not the boss himself--

His eyebrows twitch in disgust as he notices the dust on your bookshelves. You’d stopped letting any of the cleaners in here a month ago; you’d refused to clean in the mean time, taking whatever small victory against your captor that you could.

“You’ll give yourself respiratory issues,” he says.

“Good,” your voice is cold, but you realise you’ve backed away from him. For all of your attempts to stand up to him, you’re terrified. Everyone knows what he can do. “Better dead than here--”

Gloved fingers around your wrist, so tight you can practically feel them bruising.

“You don’t mean that,” he says. His voice has gotten softer, cajoling. You’re trembling in his grip. “I told you. You’re hysterical.”

“I know exactly what I’m saying,” you say, but your words feel like you’re spitting them out around a mouthful of gravel. “I—I’m calm--”

Your knees knock against your bed, but Overhaul is still clinging to you; still too close. Your heart is beating so fast that you can hear it pounding in your ears.

“You’re not. You’re hysterical.” He repeats it, calmly. The hand not on your wrist reaches up and cups your face, a gloved thumb stroking across your cheek as if you’re the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. The scent of the latex is overwhelming. “But that’s alright. It’s not your fault.” He clicks his tongue behind the mask. “It’s mine. All of this checking for the physical sickness, and I didn’t think about checking your head.”

You fall onto the bed as his knees knock against yours, your back hitting the wall. It’s just a plain, single bed; rumpled sheets, because you’d fought against any attempt for someone to come in and collect your laundry, too. Overhaul looks silly in your room, you think dimly; like a huge black crow in the nest of a small, frightened wren.

“If you fight,” he tells you, “I’ll disassemble you. I’d rather not. I don’t want to taint you by using my quirk. But . . .” He’s sinking to his knees in front of you, those same methodical hands pushing up the skirt of your dress. “If I did, I’d get a blank mind to work with. I won’t hesitate. But I’d still rather simply fix you without having to break you into pieces first.”

You know him too well to think that he’s bluffing.

After all of the vitriol you’ve spat at him, he’s unwilling to kill you. Would it be worse, to be mindless and brainless under Kai’s quirk? You’ve heard some of his failed experiments before; babbling, drooling, broken things. He’s killed them sometimes just to put them out of their misery.

What if he did that, and your mind remained perfectly capable – just utterly unable to communicate with your body? A prisoner in your own skin. Worse than even now. You swallow back the lump of fear.

“H-how are you going to do that?” You ask him.

You start at how cold the gloved fingers are on your bare thighs, as Overhaul pushes them apart. Cold fear prickles down your spine. You’re too scared to fight back, but everything he’s doing is making you want to run.

“Did you know,” Overhaul says, those same hands sliding higher, to tug at the waistband of your underwear. “In the past, there were rumours that doctors would cure hysteria by genital massage and stimulation?”

His words are very clinical, but there’s a thickness to his voice behind the mask that fills you with revulsion.

“It might be nonsense, of course,” he says. Your underwear is being tugged down, pulled around your thighs, your knees, your ankle. “They theorised that the best cure was regular intercourse, male semen, pregnancy and childbirth--”

“Kai—” Your voice is a soft whine, fear-filled. This time, he doesn’t snap at you for calling him by the name he’s left behind. He simply says;

“Spread your legs.”

You don’t want to. But you want to risk what he’s threatening you with even less, so you tearfully open them as wide as you can go. He shifts forward, and the tip of the beaked mask digs into your inner thigh as he studies you like you’re nothing more than a diagram, not a living, breathing person--

“Next time I’ll have lubricant ready,” he says, under his breath, and your heart seizes up at the implication that whatever he’s going to do to you, there’ll be a next time.

You start at the sensation of gloved fingers gently parting the lips of your sex, Overhaul’s golden eyes drinking in the sight of you spread open and bare. You’re shaking, but for some reason the way he’s looking at you – the utter concentration in his eyes – makes a curl of heat flare deep inside of you.

“Don’t,” you breathe, trying not to squirm. “Please--”

“I don’t want to have to,” he says. His tone remains calm, unbothered. “I’m doing it for your own good, you know that. Just helping you along.” One finger slides through the slit; the sensation of the gloves against your most intimate, heated parts makes the muscles in your thighs clench. It’s . . . not exactly unpleasant, but neither it is pleasant. “Do you think I’m getting any pleasure out of this?”

He doesn’t like getting his hands dirty. You know this; everyone knows this. If this particular thought was so unpleasant to him, you don’t doubt he’d have found somebody else to do it (the thought of one of the other members of the Shie Hassaikai doing this to you fills you with even more revulsion than the idea of Overhaul himself). But you can’t say that out loud. Not after what he’s threatened. So you press your lips together and shake your head, gasp dying in your throat as one of Overhaul’s latex-covered fingers prods gently around your opening.

“You’re getting wet,” he tells you, as if you can’t feel the shameful slick beginning to leak from you. “That will make this easier. Good.”

You hate that the praise makes another jolt of arousal go through you. You don’t want to like the feeling of his gloves, rubbing at your heated cunt; the sensation of a fingertip circling around your entrance, brushing the bud of your clit and making you want to clamp your thighs around his hand.

He sinks the tip of one finger inside of you and you jerk, your hips out of your control as you try and sink away from the intrusion. Overhaul clicks his tongue again in annoyance at you. The hand holding the lips of your cunt open moves, to land on your hip and pin you between the bed and the wall so you can’t squirm again.

“I’ll sedate you next time, if I have to,” he says. “I’m not getting anything out of this. I’d prefer not to have to do it at all--”

He’s lying. You know he is. But you can’t call him out for it, so you press your trembling lips together and try to stop tears spilling out from your lash line as the finger inside of you sinks further and further inside, past his first knuckle, right down to the base.

He crooks it inside of you and your hands curl into the bedsheets, nails digging into your palms through cotton. His touch is curious, exploratory; has he ever actually done this to anybody before? He slides over a rough patch inside of you with the latex-tipped finger and a moan escapes your mouth against your will, your head falling back against the wall. Narrowed golden eyes look up at you as he repeats the motion; taking in the gloss of your lips, the widening of your eyes, the way your shoulders are shaking up and down.

You can feel yourself pumping more slick out; helping the glide of his finger inside of you, as he begins to carefully thrust it in and out of you. His touch is made all the more impersonal by the mask obscuring everything but his eyes and eyebrows; you can’t even hear him breathing.

Your cunt is fluttering around him, pleasure swarming you in breathless waves as he withdraws his finger entirely. He lifts the glove to his eyeline, looking only vaguely interested in how the white latex glimmers with your arousal.

“I’m going to use two now,” he tells you – and that is all the warning you get before two fingers beside one another are opening you up, scissoring your tight channel apart with an ache that you feel up to your hips. You bite back the whimper, but you’re unable to stop the choked breaths that are falling from you as he fucks you with them in steady, constant thrusts.

A covered thumb brushes your clit; swollen, now. Sensitive. Standing to attention. Your hips attempt to jerk in his hold once more, a strangled noise that’s neither pleasured nor pain falling from your throat. You’ve touched yourself, of course you have – even recently, just to try and assuage some of the boredom that fills your exactly-the-same days – but Overhaul’s fingers and thumbs and touch on you are so entirely different from that.

He continues his assault over your clit, those same eyes watching you with that same detached, clinical disposition that he’s had most of the time. There’s a cast to them that suggests there’s something more, but whatever emotion – if, indeed, he’s still capable of that – he’s feeling about having you at his mercy in this way has been pushed to the back of his mind as his thumb rolls and pinches at the bud.

Your body goes all-over heat, Overhaul’s fingers still pumping in and out of you, the slick noises of your shaming wetness echoing around the prison of the four walls you’ve spent seven months in. You’re teetering on the edge of something, hot and needy and wanting – and as Overhaul’s thumb sweeps over your poor aching clit again, you tilt your hips forward for as much stimulation as you can--

And he pulls his fingers out of you.

The heat fades into nothingness as you let out a noise of disappointment. Overhaul’s head tilts to one side, considering.

“What do you want?” He asks you. “Say it.”

No. You don’t ‘want’. He’s wrong. You keep your mouth pressed tight now that the damning noise has fallen out of it; you have managed to not let the tears trembling in your eyes spill forth. Your gaze meets his, defiant and tired and afraid all at once.

“Alright,” he sighs. “If you’re going to carry on being difficult.”

He does it again; his fingers plunging into you, scissoring you apart, rubbing against your folds with a practised agility now that he’s done it for the first time. He has always been a fast learner; always been observant. His thumb is back on your clit with ceaseless assault, and all over again you feel heat begin to build up; tension that crawls into every crevice of your being and worms its way deep inside you despite how badly you don’t want this.

The hand holding your hip loosens somewhat, allowing you to messily thrust your hips into Overhaul’s stimulation. You’re torn; you shouldn’t want to hump against the gloved fingers stimulating you, you should be wriggling and squirming away. But it feels so good; even with the skin-tight covering of rubbery latex, Overhaul’s fingers seem to find every one of your weak points and exploit them.

There it is again, building up on you; a ball of tension in your stomach being gradually wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. Your hips flex against his hand, your fingers clenching and unclenching on the bedsheet--

He denies you the peak of your orgasm for the second time.

And a third.

And a fourth.

“Kai--!” You’re too far gone to even think, after the pleasure has been pulled from you so cruelly, over and over again. The tears spill over your cheeks., rolling down in fat, shaming droplets. Overhaul’s eyes narrow.

“No,” he says, vehement – more emotion in his voice than you’ve heard all day. “You know what to call me.”

You know what he wants you to call him. You know that he wants to leave his old name behind, start again, be someone who can drag the Shie Hassaikai out of the shadows and into light and power once again – and he thinks that the name will help. You gurgle out a sobbing, strangled noise;

“O-Overhaul, please--”

Three fingers are plunged as deep inside of you as they can go, crooked to rub against your sweet spot; as Overhaul murmurs, detached but soft;

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

They thrust into you, his thumb rubbing your clit with firm, certain strokes – and this time, as the orgasm rushes up on you all at once, he doesn’t stop. He fucks you with his fingers through it, his thumb not ceasing the circling. Pleasure washes over you, finally, in great waves and crests. You feel yourself gush on his fingers, soaking him in your wetness (his eyebrows furrow again, at how close your fluid comes to spilling over his bared wrist; but you are too relieved to think about anything other than finally getting what you need).

Your hips flex, gasps falling from your mouth with every thrust of them – and you expect Overhaul to pull his fingers out of you. To stop touching you. Perhaps to strip off his gloves and put on a new pair – you know he always carries spares – and sneer at you as he walks out of the room.

But Overhaul’s fingers do not move from inside of you. The fierce rhythm of his fucking and petting and rubbing does not stop, even as the final aftershocks of your orgasm clench loosely about him and his constant stimulation becomes more of an annoyance than anything else on heated, sensitive skin.

You squirm, trying to push your thighs together to get him to stop touching you – but the hand not fucking you forces your thighs to stay parted with the curl of fingers into supple flesh, leaving you helpless to do anything but let him carry on touching you. Carry on fucking you.

A short, sharp shock of an orgasm rips through you as he swirls his thumb over your clit just so, and you realise that you’re drooling down yourself as well as panting; helpless and sloppy, utterly unable to do anything except lie there and take it until Overhaul decides he’s had enough of touching you.

You come, what? Twice more? Thrice? Until the pulsing of your channel is painful, your skin feeling red raw, your whimpers into the ceiling dry and broken. Only then does he pull his fingers out of you with a lewd pop.

A gush of your fluid that his fingers were stoppering soaks your bedsheets, and you watch, dazed, as Overhaul stands up. He looks down at you for just one moment, that stretches unbearably long in the heat-and-sex soaked atmosphere of the room.

He strips his gloves off of his hands, eyebrows twitching in disgust as he leaves the crumpled latex on your bedside table. He’s sliding on another pair as he speaks;

“Feel better?”

No. No, you don’t. You feel worse. You feel disgusted and violated and aching, your body over-stimulated and exhausted, sweat and drool and bodily fluids clinging to your skin. But if you tell Overhaul that--

“Yes,” you say, voice very soft and small and weak. You cannot see his mouth, but you see the way his eyes flash happily, the overall sensation of him smiling.

Why does Overhaul’s smile make you so scared, when Kai’s smile used to just make you feel warm?

“We’ll need to do it a few more times,” he tells you, as your blood runs to ice in your veins. “Such maladies aren’t cured in a day, after all. But . . .” He turns, rearranging himself carefully, his mask readjusted. You can’t see him as he speaks the next words. “I’d like to try some of the other suggested remedies, too.”

You think of his earlier words.

‘They theorised that the best cure was regular intercourse, male semen, pregnancy and childbirth.’

You’re never going to escape, are you? You’re going to be trapped in this compound until the day you die, and Overhaul is going to think that he’s keeping you safe--

“Take a shower,” he says to you, as he opens the door. It is not a suggestion. “And stop not letting the maids come in here to clean. I’m not having you get sick.”

You think he might be the sick one.

[jamieedlund]

I didn't know I want to see aaravos and callumn together until I see your art, it's so amazingggg🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰♥️♥️♥️

yes...YES! Join my agenda! They will bring you joy and prosperity -wheezes im just spit balling here cause I'm so glad that you fell in love with them ╰(*°▽°*)╯* slides their domestic across the table *

Tbh i think they deserve each other, Aaravos has been taken so seriously in this show context and outside the show most of the time i only see a lot of thirsty arts about him (which is fine, blessed) but. he's actually pretty dorky and charismatic most of the time. Callum is the perfect candidate if they ever going to redeem him due to him being compassionate and overall just an breath of fresh air to most of the people Aaravos had to get stuck with. If anyone can understand each other the most, it's gotta be these 2. Also this is a personal preference but in the hero group Callum just...doesn't stand out as a main character due to everyone already having good morals. He would bring much more to the table as the lead if they let him be with someone who contrasts him completely but similar enough so a bond can form. Let them bring out the best in each other 🙏

[romancemoved]

                    ✨ a follow forreal volume 1 for the babezzzzzzxxxoxox that really hold it down and make me happy. i'm not gonna waste words here, let's just get to it. don't ask me about the graphic, i saw at least 5 japanese magazines today and decided to copy all of them at the same time. 

@dxspereaux / years of shenanigans... you’re the only person who can make a muse and virote will hate them instantly and will eventually beat them up and spit on them. i love that... i love our Enemies™ and the awful ways they get to each other. but i also love our lovey-dove ships. can you believe donvi have been at it for years!!! lochlan, dude, and a bonus gerry... and i love the friendships :) didi and virote are gonna burn down the entire state of new jersey one day. don’t even know why but best believe its coming anyway dex omg ur a wonderful writer. full of humor and emotion and i luv u wtf heehee. im sorry virote makes fun of your italian muse so much for being italian.

@splittingpaths / ur on discord now mainly but that’s kind of where all of our stupid shit happens anyway. love our little connections and plots and shit... love how highly inappropriate the humor in them can be sometimes i know with you i can cut loose and have a laugh lolllll. my luv for u never changes, unlike tommy’s race... our multi-latino, spaghetti italian headass, irish on wednesdays headass... love ur muses. luv u and ur journey in life.... i wish mi-cha would get therapy tho maybe u should let her have that. glfdjgldfgjfd.

@emptyvictory / you already f*cking know what time it is rory. its pizza time. like yeah we havent been partners for years but it feels like it... three brilliance. u rly made me into a gta4 stan... cant wait til its massacred in a remaster. anyway. i already told u my best writing these days comes w. u. omg niko bellic and virote srisati... two emotionally stunted men that just deserve to love each other and not scream internally all the time. niko’s such an easy muse to fuck up. ive seen it happen lol. hes ur masterpiece tho. as far as im concerned, rockstar games can fuck offf. :) hes ur character and gta 4 is ur property.

@maximuses​ / the drama we’ve written omg... the michaelvi saga which has left vi a mess still i think but only because he’s embarrassed by the whole ordeal... vi and trevor...... vi hasnt tried to kill steve haines yet but i think we should make something of that soon. like vis not gonna kill him but maybe hitting him really hard w. a tennis ball will do something. anyway... ur gta 5 muses are yours really... i love the depth you’ve given michael and i love that u made him a divorcee. king shit!! and ur so nice and wonderful and i’ve always loved talking to you on discord and seeing u on my dash omg ilyyyyyyy.

@vendettacanons / u and jason kinda come in a package deal like a cheeseburger and fries. ur so fun!! and i love that uve taken up the gta5 muses that others wouldnt like lamar and lester :))) let’s do some frankji soon...... dont get me started on andreas. rockstar dropped the ball with not giving him any sort of backstory but youve made him his own person and hes so interesting. and i absolutely love your writing and how much you enjoy character building. u love what u do and it shows.

@blightceo / ur going here because we talk a lot on discord. and i root for ur growth and i want the best for u!!!!! i want u to go out and beat a bitch’s ass!!! pull a weave. go out and achieve ur dreams and get famous from ur art cuz u deserve that tbh i luv u so much im very glad ur just here and letting me witness u it truly is a gift. :)

part 2 is coming whenever.

i don’t ever wanna look at photoshop ever again.