#its the coat! the damn coat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[nayaesworld]

Made Men

Mafia!Terry Richmond x Black reader

Warnings: MDNI, Family trauma, mentions of murder, betrayal

A/N: Happy Lovers Day y’all…I hope y’all enjoy💕

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Summary: Focus on your studies, mind your manners, and stay away from that Richmond boy. Your aunt sang that same tune to you over and over again…but destiny had better plans. And In a world where most people experienced death long before love, how could you deny fate when it came wrapped in a 6’3 package with a crimson bow on top..made men made the underground world go round and yours just so happened to be a bit off its axis..

His very own Miss Universe. The epitome of black beauty and radiance, and he loved you. For all the things that were terribly wrong and fucked up in his life, you were that one right thing in his world that kept him grounded and humble. He loved you for all your weird quirks and interests, for all your loud laughs and giggles, and yet life was telling him yet again that he couldn’t have it all.

Why did the two of you deserve to pay for the past grievances of your families? Why did the two of you have to pay for something that y’all weren’t alive to experience? People were trying to keep her out of his reach, without knowing how far he’d go to get her. No limits. No fucks given for the lives he’d take so they had better stay out of his way. No more separation from her. He couldn’t live that way, couldn’t live without her.

She was worth the trouble, she was worth the risk.

Hands tapping lightly against the steering wheel of his 1969 Ford Mustang. Smoke billowing in the cabin of the car from his cigar. He had learned early on that patience was a virtue and honing it for the right moment made all the difference. He was watching and waiting for his cue, a signal from his baby. It was such a shame he had to even go to such lengths to bust her out of that prison they called her home. A sit down was what he was hoping for, a little chat of some sort to get down to the bottom of this bullshit. So much bull shit. Terry knew who he had to have it with and he played out how things might go in his head, but he’d take any chance if it meant peace with her.

A light switched on and off twice in the living room of the house. His signal..and a sign that things might not be going so smoothly inside for her. He blew out a stressed breath before he stepped out of his car, frustrations were running high but he tried to remain calm and let the bite from the wind chill his hot head. They were supposed to be on the road by now. Long gone and doused in the warm sun deep in Jamaica. A retreat..an escape from this life, and her Valentine’s Day gift. Yet here he was February 13th a day before…bulllshit. His long black leather trench coat blew in the wind as he advanced towards her childhood home.

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You

Things were bad again between you and your aunt. The packed bags and visible passport sent her into a fit of rage. Only this time you met her frenzied haze of nasty words and disappointment with your own anger. You were beyond fed up, her constant overprotective nature and disregard for your feelings was wearing you down.

“What? You thought I was gonna just let you run off with that boy…he’s no good?!”

“You never even tried to get to know him, you’re a fucking hypocrite, you’re ruining my damn life and you don’t even care!” Wet hot tears streamed from your face endlessly, your body running high on emotions and you were lightheaded from all the yelling.

“I know enough about his family that I shouldn’t have ever let you get close to him! You don’t know what you think you do and I’m sick of repeating myself.”

“Yet again you're speaking in a riddle like I’m some child..tell me the truth. If you care for me how you so often claim. Tell. Me. The. Truth.” Your fingers hit your palm after every word. Beyond fed up with your aunt's silly little rants, this was not going to be how you continued to live your life.

A heavy knock at the front door shut her mouth before she could lie again. The knock was loud and solid, but knowing who resided on the other side of it made your hammering heartbeat calm down enough for you to finally breathe.

Your protector.

Your calm in the loud world.

Your Terry.

You rushed to open the door, almost pulling it clean from its hinges in your rush to get there before your aunt. Leathered hands reached for you and pulled you into his embrace, the smooth cool leather not hiding the rapid thump of his heartbeat. He was angry too..and rightfully so.

“Are you ok..did anybody put their hands on you?” He fired off questions quickly and I shook my head no before he placed me behind him and stepped into the house.

“You’re not welcomed here..bold of you to show your goddamn face.”

“I’m welcomed wherever she is. Because unlike you I have her best interest..period.” You watched him reach down and set a timer on his wristwatch before he rolled his tense shoulders.

“Five minutes. That’s how long you get to tell your niece the truth, or I will. Tell her why you can’t bear to look me in my face…why you can’t tell her the truth after 25 fucking years of raising her.”

Vanessa; your aunt stared daggers at Terry. She reached into her purse and pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes and a lighter. A sign that she was getting overly irritated and anxious but you could care less. She owed you this and so much more. She pat the bottom of the pack before pulling one out and quickly lighting it.

“ I don’t owe her or you a motherfucking thing. And if you knew what was good for you, you’d watch your next words carefully.” Deflection. It was typical with her.

“Tick-Tock auntie, you do it or I will.” His usual smile ridden face was still and frozen in anger. A stark difference from the man you cracked jokes with.

“You damn Richmond men..always coming around taking what doesn’t belong to you. A bunch of no good ass niggas!” More riddles. More rage.

“Tell her how your obsessive and lustful behavior behind my uncle put her mother and father in harm's way. How you knew he actually wanted her but you didn’t mind playing the back field just as long as you were around him.” And there it was, the truth that for some reason I wasn’t owed. The reason my parents were murdered.

“Tell her! How even though you knew her mother had no interest in my uncle, you still planted those seeds into his head that got her parents murdered..you knew he couldn’t take her rejecting him and you sat back and watched this unfold anyways.”

Sobs escaped your mouth and threatened to choke me with their escape. The truth really did hurt and right not that pain was feeling more physical than mental. All that time without the truth..without your parents. Your child would never know this kind of pain and despair. You pulled the white mohair cardigan tightly around your little bump. You and Terry were going half on God's greatest gift to earth…something to live for and do better for. Your sole reason for wanting to get the hell away from this place. You had done your time here tenfold, it was time to get away and raise your baby with your fiancé.

“Go put your bags in the car baby..I’ll be right behind you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and handed your bags to you.

“Hmm so you just gonna choose that nigga over your own flesh, how are you any different from me neice?”

I rushed over to rearrange her face but Terry grabbed me and pulled me to him. My shaking hands were covered by his large ones and I let their warmth mingled in with his protective gaze soothe me.

“Remember what we’re fighting for, baby. She’s not worth it, you know that, it’s just me, you, and our future.” He bent down into a squat and pressed a kiss to my belly, whispering kind words and affirmations to it.

“That baby will have his last name… his DNA. That’s no family of mine. You leave this house,you're dead to me girl!”

“I’m counting on it.” And with that you grabbed Terry's car keys and slowly carried all your belongings outside. Freedom at last.

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Terry

“I haven’t heard from Terrell in a week, what did you do to him? I’ll have your body parts scattered from here to fucking South America..don’t test me boy!”

“My uncle is dead..and if you don’t want to meet the same fate as him I’d advise you to watch what you say next Vanessa. This is the bed you made, lay in it.”

“Terrell was a good man! He had his bad days, name a person that doesn’t…he loved me and you took him from me!” More deluded thoughts of “love” but what this really was was a sick obsession.

“My uncle was a sorry ass nigga. A scum that deserved to be wiped clean from this earth…behind her you gotta know I’ll get rid of anybody so please don’t be so surprised.”

Terry stepped into your room and headed to her walk-in closet where she had the rest of her valuables packed and tucked into a corner. He slung the duffel bags over his shoulder and grasped the photo album containing pictures of her and her parents before walking from the room. Vanessa sat in the recliner near the window watching Y/n settle into the passenger seat. Envy written across her face clear as day. She wanted what she couldn’t have, so she had planned to live vicariously through her niece. But those days were over.

“For what it's worth, she really did love you. Long before you broke her heart and crushed her dreams, you meant something to her once upon a time.” She squinted her eyes at him and walked over to stand toe to toe with him. Smoke from her cigarette blowing out of her pity and into his face.

“Get out of my house. And if you or her return to this city I won’t stop her uncles from going after either of you.”

Terry simply smirked to himself before walking away and out into the cold air. The constant purr of his car welcoming him back.

“Where will we go?” He stared into her pretty shining eyes, hands stroking her cheek.

“The time I had to spend away from you…I had something built for us, a haven. I promised you a home to raise our child in, someplace silent and serene. That place is ready love.”

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“Baby you have to secure her head first..I promise you won’t break her.” You laughed softly at the panicked look on Terry’s face as you slid your one month old daughter into his arms.

Peace and bliss had befallen you and Terry those last months of your pregnancy. As he promised he had you nestled away in the beautiful woods of Fairburn, Georgia. The 3,000 square foot lake house sat on the Chattahoochee River smack dead in the middle of two acres of land ; it had a wrap-around porch and had three bedrooms and bathrooms. Your pregnancy was safe and your baby was healthy because of it, the quiet air surrounding you was a safety net.

You found peace everywhere on the property. Sitting on the front porch sipping your favorite red wine,arranging a savory dinner on the marble island in your kitchen, splashing your feet into the river while your fire pit crackled beside you, or those sweet nights where you laid in bed curled into the hard ridges of your fiancés body. Now your favorite times were spent nursing your daughter Clark, and adjusting to and loving the everlasting changes of motherhood. The love between you and Terry grew constantly and sometimes you’d wonder how it was even possible to love someone with every fiber of your being…how you could love everything about him.

“That little eyebrow arch she does is all you, and she thinks it’s so funny…hi my little dumpling aren’t you just the funniest sweet thing.” Your squeaky baby voice had Terry chuckling as you moved away to prepare her bottle. You poured the cooled breast milk into a four ounce bottle before placing it inside a bottle warmer to be heated. You squirted a bit on your wrist to test its temperature before walking into the living room and handing it to Terry. You watched her as her little hungry coos filled the living room and her tiny hands reached up to pull in her father’s shirt.

You munched on oatmeal chocolate chip lactation cookies and stroked the fine hairs along his neck. “Thank you for rescuing me. All I had to do was mention my situation one time,you never questioned me,never hesitated, all you did was act. I’m blessed that Clark has you for a father, she won’t ever feel what I felt growing up.”

“You thank me? I did what a man was supposed to do love, you don’t see that light around you..that light that binds me to you. I’ve killed for you…and to keep this peace I’d do it again. Because there is no price too high to pay for what you give me, what you just gave me.” He racked down and pecked a kiss onto the baby’s head before pulling you in for a tender kiss.

“We’re raising our daughter together, she’ll always have us…always feel the love we have for her. She's gonna grow up here and never have to lift a finger. She’ll be beautiful and smart just like her mommy because that’s what we intend for her.”

“And so it will be darling…next on our list the wedding”

“You ready to become Mrs.Richmond and give me a bunch of babies?”

“I’ve been Mrs.Richmond since we were seventeen having baseball tournaments in the park.. I loved you then and I still do…and I’ll give you a hundred babies, pretty boy.”

“Mm you want me to lay Clark down so we can work on number two right now..I think she wants a sibling, look at that face.” He held her up and matched the cute pouty expression on her face.

“My baby said no such thing..but mommy does need some loving from daddy. Can you have her down in ten minutes?”

He put her in the crook of his arm and began rocking her slowly. “Make it five, and put that new lace set on…I wanna tear it off you.”

You took off running towards your shared room and slipped into the racy pink set. You sank into the plush bed giggling softly to yourself. Thank god for made men…

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[mysterymachine67]

HI SORRY! different anon, but i absolutely loved that power bottom dean / sub top reader fic. i was hoping to ask if you could write more of it ^^ theres not nearly enough power bottom dean out there

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Subtop!Reader

Summary: Giving Dean a blowjob.

NSFW. Minors DNI.

I apologize that this took long 😅

The taste of him on your tongue still lingered. He tasted good. So damn good to where you couldn’t get enough. And he let you have your fun, sucking and licking at his cock while grunts and moans fell from his lips. His hand was in your hair—tugging when it either overwhelmed him or he wanted to tease.

You lapped up the cum that dripped down his cock. Enjoying the taste once it coated your tongue. “Gonna make me cum again? Make me feel good again, baby, please.” Dean whispered. He knew when he pleaded it made you melt ‘n want to do things to him you can’t say out loud. And that was correct, because the moment those words left his mouth they went straight to your cock. It twitched in your pants; Wanting, no, needing some type of relief. But this was all about Dean right now, not you. And you’re sure as hell gonna get your bit once he’s satisfied.

With every flick of your tongue on his head it drew him closer and closer to the edge. You even put your tongue flat on the tip, applying pressure and slowly licking upward. Watching his reaction. And oh, Dean gripped your hair tighter, his legs jerked back while his head tipped against the wall behind him. He cursed under his breath and let out a quiet a whimper. The hand that was on your head guided your movements. That then turned into him fucking your face.

You let him, and soon enough he came down your throat. Keeping his cock nice ‘n warm, buried in your mouth. You swallowed what you could. The rest made its way to the side of your lips when he pulled out. Dean was breathing heavily—chest rising up and down quickly. “Thank you.” He spoke, voice gruff from the amount of sounds that left him the past hour. In which you hummed, and surprisingly wrapped your mouth around his spent cock again. You needed to taste more. You couldn’t get enough. Whether he let out small protests or not, you knew he loved it. The feel of pain and pleasure slowly mixing together until it got too much.

And you pulled another out of him. You knew you would. But your cock still ached and you haven’t came yet. ‘N like you said earlier, you were gonna get your bit.

[honeyloulou]

He’d had the shift from hell. Someone, not even a member of the LAFD, a parent helper on a school visit, said the Q word before he’d even started his shift. Melton tried convincing them all that because it wasn’t one of them that said it, it didn’t count. He was so, so wrong.

It had been non-stop back to back calls. There was no time for coffee, for food, for sleep. Barely just enough time to use the bathroom. He was so tired. He was that tired, he took an Uber home because he didn’t trust himself to drive, not after almost falling asleep sat up in the locker room.

He ached all over. He loved being a pilot, but days like today had him considering moving to ground support permanently. He swore he could still feel the vibrations of the helicopter rattling his bones, even as he dragged himself to his front door. His knee hurt, causing him to limp weakly up the path. Suddenly, the front door felt a million miles away and he cursed the fact that his porch had steps. Those 2 steps were torture and for a moment, he eyed the bench, debating just falling face first into the cushion and falling asleep right there.

He wouldn’t though because he’d definitely regret it tomorrow. Plus he’d be the gossip of his neighbourhood.

Instead he fumbled with his door keys, stabbing the lock a few times before he finally managed to get the key in and unlock the door. He sighed and leaned his head against it for a moment, forehead pressing into the wooden frame. He just needed a moment just to rest before he went inside, that was all.

He suddenly jolted, eyes snapping open as he stood up properly. God, he almost fell asleep against the door. He needed to go to bed like now. Shaking it off, he pushed ahead inside, ensuring he locked up behind him. He dumped his bag with a thud next to the door, not caring that it was a trip hazard. He didn’t even care to undo his sneakers, he just pulled them off and left them where they were, one on its side in front of the door and the other just by the side table. He let his jacket just fall to the floor and sit wherever it landed. He’d be annoyed at himself in the morning for it but right now, he really did not care.

His stomach growled as he slowly headed to the hall. He should eat, he really should, but he’d probably fall asleep in his food if he did. He’d die of embarrassment if he drowned face down in a bowl of cornflakes. He was so glad he’d opted to leave Harbour in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt because if he had to change right now he’d have actually cried. He was so looking forward to just walking into his room, face planting the bed and falling asleep wherever he ended up. Pillows and covers be damned.

He pushed open the door to his bedroom and he almost let out a sob. The covers were pulled back just right for him to climb in. His pillow was turned slightly, just the way he liked it. His water bottle was on the nightstand. There was a pillow right where his bad knee would be.

Evan was asleep on the other side of the bed.

He was so tired, he somehow missed Evan’s Jeep on the drive. He missed Evan’s jacket hung up on the coat rack. His sneakers tucked on the shoe rack right next to his walking boots. He didn’t go in the kitchen but tomorrow he’d discover a note from Evan telling him there was a plate in the microwave for him with instructions on how long to heat it up for. Evan didn’t say he was coming over. They’d not made plans to spend the night together. Seeing him right now though, sleeping peacefully, he was so glad Evan did because he was so happy to see him.

Determined not to cry, he climbed into bed, letting out a sigh of relief as he settled his knee on the pillow and covered himself up, sinking into the comfort of the memory foam underneath him. Evan stirred next to him, inhaling as his eyes opened a little. He said nothing, just smiled sleepily and moved closer to him, curling up against his side and resting his head on his chest. Evan fell back to sleep immediately. Smiling as sleep began to pull him under, he wrapped his arm around Evan and he thought to himself

Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

[plasmazkiss]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪:

⫘⫘ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ⫘⫘

Feat: Ryomen Sukuna

Rating: Mature

CW: Jealous sex, hard to soft dom(maybe?), sukuna being mean asf cuz he’s jealous, Modern AU(?), GN reader (no genitalia mentioned), slight degrading, semi-public (ur in a bathroom stall), size difference, biting, mentions of tummy bulging, long</3, etc.

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Sukuna is mean. Well, at least to everyone he meets, but he’s surprisingly alright with you, since you’ve started dating.

Despite his love for you, oh is he a jealous man. Anyone who eyes you in a way he doesn’t like will get the most harshest glare of their life.

Sukuna decided to take you shopping at the mall so you can get new lingerie outfits for yourself. You seem quite happy, smiling as your arm is wrapped around his huge tatted bicep.

“You really didn’t have to take me to the mall, ‘kuna.” You look up at him and softly smile. “Ya got a problem with it, doll?” He glances down at you, sounding angry, but the softness in his eyes says otherwise.

“Of course not. I’m really happy you did.” He grunts in response, and you chuckle to yourself.

As you look through the rack of clothes, Sukuna is standing off to the side, helping you choose some random clothes that catch his eye.

Your wandering around as sukuna went to get himself a snack from the food court, when a worker randomly pops up in front of you, smiling a bit too much.

“Hi there! Pretty thing like you need some help looking for something?”

You jump a bit, not really knowing how to respond, so you just shake your head from side to side. Looking behind you,you try to find sukuna in the distance, but the mall seems to be full of people.

“You sure? I can help you find whatever you need.” The worker responds, taking a step closer to you. You start to back up, and then your back hits something. Something big.

Sukuna came back, holding a bag of popcorn, his veins seem to pop out of anger as he glared at the worker. The worker gulps, apologizing and then scurrying off to the back room.

You sigh, relieved that your boyfriend came to the rescue, but before you can say your thanks, Sukuna grabs your wrist, dragging you to the bathroom, making you drop all the items you had.

You yelp as he pushes you into a stall, slamming the door and locking it. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes look crazed and wide.

“Kuna…? Are you okay-“ before you can finish your sentence, sukuna pins you against the stall wall, kissing your lips aggressively.

“Listen here, doll… I don’t like the way that bastard was talking to ya… So, maybe I should let out all my pent up anger…” Sukuna stares deeply into your eyes, placing a rough hand on your hip with a tight grip.

His pants feel tight against his throbbing cock, pushing up against you, trying to escape. He smiles devilishly at you, grabbing your shaky hand to unzip his pants.

You grab onto his boxers, freeing his throbbing dick from its confinement. You wrap a hand around it, or at least try to. Looking up at him, sukuna still has that dumb smile of his face, proud that he’s bigger and stronger than you.

“Yeah, that’s it… keep stroking me, slut..” he growls in your ear, making you blush.

After a bit more stroking, sukuna grabs you harshly by your waist, pushing you against the stall wall and pulling your bottoms down with one sweep.

“Damn… this nice fat ass is all for me, huh?” Sukuna spanks you harshly, gripping the fat in his palm. You cover your mouth, trying not to make any loud noise.

Sukuna pushes two fingers into your mouth, coating them in your saliva. He takes his fingers out, spreading your cheeks as he pushes both digits in.

You moan against your hand, tears welling in your eyes as sukunas thick fingers poke at your sweet spot. “This the spot, huh, slut?” He adjusts his hand, making sure that he pushes against that spot.

He pulls out his fingers, licking the slick that was left. Sukuna grabs your hips, placing his hard cock against your back. You can feel the heat radiating from it, making you shiver.

“This’ll show ya how pissed off I am, better hang on tight, slut.” Sukuna puts his tip against your tight heat, slowly pushing in. He groans at the tightness and he is your hips harder, you also groan at the large muscle caving its way into your insides.

“I can’t wait anymore.” Sukuna puts a hand on your shoulder, and slams himself fully into you. You let out a loud moan, muffled by your hand. Sukuna reaches around you, placing a hand over your tummy.

“Feel that, doll? Hold on tight, ‘cause I’m gonna breed the hell out of this tight hole.” He grins, slowly pulling out before slamming back in at a brutal pace.

His cock slaps against your ass, making a loud plapping sound. The feeling of him deep in your guts make you whine loudly. Sukuna pulls you closer to him, putting you in a full nelson.

You wince as you feel sukunas teeth on your neck, breaking the skin underneath. He licks up the blood dripping from the bite mark.

His thrusting doesn’t slow down one bit, his veiny hands gripping your legs as he continues to slam into you.

“K-kuna…! I think I’m gonna-“ “Ya think I’d let you cum after that? Heh, cute.” You whine at him, eyes welling up with tears. “Oh, don’t cry now. Be patient, slut.”

Sukuna stops moving, making sure that you come down from your high. Then, he continues thrusting harshly into you, groaning deeply as he places a few kisses against the shell of your ear.

“S-shit, doll… I’m gonna fill you up real good..” Sukuna starts thrusting even harder, putting a hand against your sex, stimulating it which causes you to whine and writhe around.

A final slam into you causes Sukuna to release all of his thick liquid inside your guts, groaning loudly. You let out a loud moan, finally releasing.

Sukuna breathes heavily, peppering soft smooches against your cheek, lapping up any tears covering your face. “Sorry about that, doll. Didn’t mean to get so worked up.” He sets you down, keeping an arm wrapped around you so you don’t fall.

“I…it’s ok, ‘kuna…” You whimper as you feel him pull out of you, a squelching sound following as you look down to see his cum almost pouring out of your heat.

Sukuna smiles as he spanks you again, more softer this time. He places a hand over your swollen tummy, leaning over to kiss your shoulder, where he bit you.

“Let’s get out of here. There’s more where that came from when we get home, doll.” He chuckled as he starts to clean you up, making sure to be as gentle as possible.

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⛧ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: MY BRAIN IS SO FRIED IM SORRY IF THIS SUCKS AND ABT HOW LONG IT IS💔💔

Love, plasma

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[alfheimr]

my latest form of self care is painting cora

[sorcerersandskillusers]

Oda: if I had a nickel for every time I had to carry an injured teen with gunshot wounds wearing a long black coat and threatening to kill me, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

[choccy-milky]

nothing like some rest and relaxation after a long day of travelling 😇💕 ((from my oneshot! ao3/wattpad))

[pigdemonart]

La Vampira del Hibisco (Part 2)

Part 1

Another 4 pages of cringefail vampire adventures

ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ ahhh, María, you are too clever. Which is why you must die.

The set of pages are up on Patreon already!

Patreon | Ko-Fi

[shirecorn]

Tumblr keeps popping up to sell me ad free dashboard. But what it doesn't understand is that me and the ads have a sort of symbiosis at this point.

The guys from the fake gameplay trailers for a predatory mobile app are my blorbos

[bacchuschucklefuck]

way late for lny but hey the brain makes the connection when it does. aka caducean/asclepian

[canonsinthehead]

I'm watching Alabasta...

[mothwingwritings]

Hey!…. You uh….got anymore uh dat… y*j*r* stuff?? With the uhhh… stepdaughter reader?

*cough*

askin for a friend…,

*I meet you in back alley, decked head to toe in an overly large beige trench coat, black rimmed hat, and huge black sunglasses. I'm almost completely obscured, the only part of my body you actually see is my mouth, which set in a hard frown, denoting what a serious affair this is.*

"I brought the goods." My voice is deep as I plunge a gloved hand into my breast pocket, producing a single manila envelope. "As we discussed, it's all here."

*I hand you the envelope, my frown turning into a knowing smirk.*

"Pleasure doing business with you."

*I turn on my heel, leaving without another word. The wind picks up dramatically as I depart, whipping my coat around me as I disappear into the distance.*

The worst was when he kissed you.

Pounding away at your abused body, dick buried so deep it was painful-Yujiro had no qualms over carving into you, giving you a violent reminder of your position, who you belonged to. Through the endless suffering, distressing waves of pleasure would also be coaxed from your body, as it always was. Despite all your noble efforts to deny him, he knew your body too well at this point, becoming an expert in just where to touch you to leave you a crying, blissed out, mess.

When it was simply fucking, it was much easier to pretend it wasn’t Yujiro who was above you. You could detach yourself, close your eyes and imagine it was ANYONE else who was ravaging you. It was the only escape you had, his power far too great for anyone, let alone yourself, to contest. He could do with you as he pleased, use you and desecrate you in any way that strikes his fancy.

But he didn’t like when you weren’t present. When he sees you press your eyes closed, your brow crinkling in a determined effort to will your mind elsewhere, it provokes him. You are with your daddy right now baby girl, how dare you try and forget that?

So he kisses you. Hard, deep, his mouth smothering yours with a bestial, hungry, focus. His tongue glides feverishly over yours, muscling its way in your mouth until you are forced to respond, if for no other reason than to try and push back, get him to stop.

Your jaw aches with the pressure he is putting on you, his taste and power overwhelming you the more passionately he attacks your mouth. He’ll bite down on your bottom lip, tugging hard with a growl. When blood is drawn, you whine as he sucks it away, licking his lips when he finally detaches from you.

No one has ever kissed you as intensely, or as invasively, as Yujiro. And the condescending smirk that graces his face when he looks down at your puffy, irritated, blood and saliva smeared lips never fails to fill you with an indiscernible feeling of indignation.

“Did I bring you back to earth,” he laughs, pushing you down to your knees to begin the next phase of his assault, “Good. Wouldn’t do to have you forgetting your place now, would it sweetheart?”

[hibiscussoupbowl]

[cherrywperson]

lateposting . happy 1500 days anniversary to the election special ❤️

[princescar]

Raccoon Matsuda!! Considering how much Male Raccoons are little pricks, I feel like this is very fitting for him. Also his tendency to hide under his bed and raccoons' love for tight spaces (as pictured above).

[avieaerie]

Have some sword dancing 🗡️

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[ID: Mollymauk Teafleaf from Critical Role. Mollymauk is a purple skinned tiefling, wearing a heavily embroidered red and teal coat around his waist as a skirt, patterned leggings and a long teal scarf around his chest, trailing it's ends over his arms. He is facing away from the viewer, standing in a spotlight up on his toes on one foot, throwing a sword in the air while holding another behind him. End ID]