#like he can't just d word that's so unsatisfying

[jonathanbyersphd]

No you don't understand Jonathan has to break the cycle or else what the fuck was the point

[adorehyyuka]

desperate soobie <3

smut mdni

warnings: somno, mentions of piss (not sexual), soobin's desperate desperate, overstimulation, handjob, oral (soob receiving), mention of tears but not dacryphilia, nipple play, tiniest bit of praise, multiple orgasms (only mentioned), not proofread, idrk if I like this, lmk if I missed anything!

when you woke up in the middle of the night to something wet between your legs you thought the worst. did you, a grown adult, just piss themselves ?? but as soon as you went to move you became painfully aware of your boyfriend's shuffling and breathless whimpers bedside you. slimy and moist fapping sounds filled the room and you could feel yourself beginning to get worked up at the thought of soobins lewd actions.

"soobin ? if you were horny why didn't you wake me up, silly" you yawned and turned around to face your boyfriend but he let out a sob and covered his disheveled face with the hand that wasn't working up and down his angry cock.

"y/n ! n-no, don'- ah ! d-oon't look at me fuck ! 'm sorry, sho sorry, I couldn't help myshelf." Soobins hips bucked up and he tightened his grip around himself, you hushed him and took to running your hands through his damp hair whilst guiding his drenched hand away from himself.

" 's that why I'm sticky ? did you need me ?" you cooed and pressed cool kisses to his flushed face, smiling when he leant into your touch. you watched as Soobin pushed his upper body to meet yours, pathetically trying to catch your lips in his which you made easier for him.

soobin was still breathing heavily, all he could focus on was the painful ache of his cock. he knew it wouldn't do him any good but he couldn't get the image of your pretty lips wrapped around him out of his head. he felt disgusted with himself that an innocent night spent cuddling could turn him into a puddle of desperation.

when you finally decided to wrap your hand around his dick after watching him whimper and squirm Soobin let out something akin to a scream, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his teeth dug into his puffy bunny lips. "fuck you're so sensitive, honey. how many times have you made yourself come ?"

"c-can't remember —shit. ah ! ohhhh fuck, Y/n !" you hum in response, "mhm, what is it, baby ?"

Soobin continued to whine out as you massaged his tip, elevating his sensitivity and bringing him closer to an orgasm

"need you ! need your mouth, please !" the man beneath you cried, wriggling and writhing underneath your gaze. you giggled, pressing gentle kisses to each of his cheeks before patting his thigh. soobin sighed when you started maneuvering yourself to help him.

"lift your hips up for me," he did as you said and you hastily slid his pajamas down the rest of his shaky legs, discarding them somewhere on the floor. "Good boy." you muttered whilst kissing down his body, biting back smiles whenever he twitched. when you reached between his legs all you could see was filth, cum and spit were smeared across his thighs and he was sticky everywhere. you felt a little guilty, how long had Soobin been awake ? your poor poor baby, he must've felt so unsatisfied if he kept going this long :(

Soobin stared down at you with watery eyes, voice trembling as he spoke "please touch me. . ."

your heart melted when he uttered those words and you immediately started kitten licking over his sensitive tip, you wanted to be gentle but your desperate little boyfriend couldn't stop bucking his hips ><

"touch yourself for me, sweetheart." you spoke before engulfing as much of his length as you could with your mouth. Soobin groaned at the feeling and started to pinch and pull at his nipples just like you said to do, he couldn't stop making noise ! it wasn't his fault though :( your mouth was just so warm n wet n so so tight around him, he couldn't not make sounds !

"ha-mngh~ ! 'm close ! please, please, please don't stop !" he wailed and closed his eyes tightly, so overwhelmed but it just felt so so good.

seeing as you couldn't say anything with your boyfriends cock stuffed down your throat you took your hands and started stroking circles on each of his thighs to try and ground him, and as much as it seemed like it wasn't working what with his constant squealing and sobs, Soobin appreciated the gesture.

soon enough the stimulation became too much and his hands became limp and all he could utter were little 'ah, ah ah's, each one getting higher in pitch and volume, which was his little tell.

you pulled your mouth off of him completely and started jerking him instead, smiling as he unraveled. (further than he already had) "come for me, baby. 's okay let go" you repeated until Soobin spilled all over your hand and his lower tummy.

as soon as he'd come down from his very satisfying and fulfilling high he began to whine out for something to hold, too far gone to even think about using proper words.

"y/nie.." he called out and within five seconds he had himself laying on your chest. you smiled, peering down at him while you threaded your fingers through his wet hair.

"c'mon, sweetheart. let's clean you up and then you can sleep for however long you want"

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© hyyukas

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[demiesworld]

"I AIN'T WITH THE MESSY SHITS, BUT I NEED SOME SLOPPY TOP"

☆ pairings: toji fushiguro x black!chubby!femreader

☆ synopsis: basically toji eating the pussy real sloppy. yes i got the title from glorilla's "lick or sum" and???

☆ contents: nsfw, oral (f. receiving), pussyeater!toji, pleasuredom!toji, daddy kink, dirty talking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, use of toys (clit vibrator; toys are our friends), pussy slapping, slight dacryphilia (if you squint), just the usual filth

☆ notes: reader is a female and she is black. she is described as being chubby but her weight is not numerically indicated. reader's pronouns are she/her. i wrote this for my big girls bc we need the content (yes im a fluffy mami in rl). i put my pussy into this and im not sorry for the mess i made.

Before you met Toji, you had never met a man that would willingly, and most of the time without asking, eat your pussy out before. Your previous exes didn't eat your pussy out when you asked, or they didn't satisfy you enough to lead you into a mind-boggling orgasm. They left you feeling dry, unhappy, and unsatisfied. It was a blessing and a curse for you to end up with a man like Toji. Someone who didn't take "no" for an answer, someone who will deal with your bratty attitude and fix that shit with his dick in your pussy, and who ate your pussy simply for his own pleasure.

"OHH FUUUCK!"

You were on the bed, laying on your back with your legs pressed against your chest. Toji was laying on his stomach and his face was in between your thighs, his mouth slurping on your clit while his fingers were driving into your cunt. The slickness of your juices were wetting up his fingers and making a mess on the bedsheets. He didn't bother to put a towel underneath you because in his words, "The way you squirt, that shit will just go through the towel anyways," so he didn't do it.

Toji had been eating at your pussy for who knows how long. He had already made you succumb to three orgasms by using only his fingers. This man was putting your body through the wringer. His tongue never faltered in flicking at your hardened clit. Those long, thick fingers of his were fucking into your pussy and making the most obscene, wet noises in the room. Accompanied by those squelches were your shrill, whiny, high-pitched moans. Your back arching up from the bed and toes curling when Toji would suck and nibble at your sensitive nub.

"Tojitojitojitoji!" You babbled on his name, and jerked your hips down towards his fingers. A trail of saliva was coming out of the corner of your mouth as you squirmed about trying to bring yourself to another climax. "Fuck, fuck, I'm g'na cum again! Oh fuck! Fuck!"

Your walls tightened around his fingers and another stream of your juices came squirting out right onto his face. Your man smirked while he pulled his mouth away from your clit and pulled his three fingers in your pussy out. Toji lapped up the wetness you had just made before pulling his mouth away and kissing fervently at your puffy folds.

You jolt from his lips, hips twitching, legs trembling and let out a whine, "Tooojiii, d-daddy, n-no more, I-I can't!" You had tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. Fat, warm tears that fell down your cheeks as you laid there on the bed. "I can't take iiit!! Too much, too much!"

He reaches out a hand to your cheek and wipes away a tear. "Ssh, ssh, baby girl you can take it. You always take it don't you? Hm?" His gruff voice was soft when he was speaking to you. When you were like this, a dumbed down mess from back-to-back stimulation, he knew he had to console you gently. You look at him, nose scrunched up and plump lips pouting. "You can take it baby girl. I know you can,"

Toji sits up from his position and kneels on the bed crawling above you. You were starting to think that your man was going to fuck you, but what he did next surprised yet scared you. He reached underneath the pillow you had your head on and grabbed the hot pink toy wand you had. Your eyes went wide as you stared at the toy then look back at your man. "D-Daddy p-please!! Please daddy!"

Your mind already knew that once Toji brought out the toy wand it was game over for you. He knew how to angle the vibrator just right for you to squirt all over him. Your hands flew to around his broad shoulders and shaky thick thighs wrapped around his small waist in an attempt to keep him from going back down on you.

"P-please daddy, y-you don't have to do that," you begged of him, and squeezed your legs tighter. You bring him down for a kiss to your lips, not knowing that Toji had already turned the vibrator on with a press of the button and was guiding it towards your clit. In between the messy kisses you were stammering, "S-See daddy? C-Can you juss- TOJIIIII FUCK OH MY GOD!" You were interrupted by him pressing the vibrator to your clit.

Toji circles the toy around your sensitive nub and his tongue licks at your cheek. He tastes the dried tears from earlier on your soft brown skin. He glances down at where the toy is rubbing at your clit then looks at the fucked out expression on your face. He smirks cockily at you. "I want you to give me a couple more before the end of the night baby girl." His scarred lip presses a firm kiss to your round cheek. "Then I'll stop."

You shake your head and claw your manicured nails into his shoulders. "Mm! Mm! Mm! C-cumming! Cumming!" You warn him, feeling your stomach tighten, your eyes rolling back when you cum again on the bedsheets. There's practically a puddle of just your bodily fluids soaking the blankets. The room stinks of the scent of musk and sweat, but it doesn't deter either of you from stopping.

"Yeeeeah that's it. That's how daddy fucking likes it." He growls, and places the wand to the side. His hand grabs your chin, turning your face to him and he kisses you roughly. You try your best to respond to the kiss, but your body is tired and your mind has turned into mush after climaxing for the sixth (?) time. Toji doesn't care as he sucks on your limp tongue after gnawing at your bottom lip with his canines.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Soft, weak moans left from you when Toji was slapping his hand on your pussy. His fingers stroked your folds gently followed by another slap. You unwrap your legs from around him and let your arms flop to your sides. Your body no longer touching him as you become pliable for him.

"That's my fucking girl, my good fucking girl." He hooks his thumb on the corner of your mouth and stretches your cheek. "Open your mouth up for daddy." You part your lips and stick out your tongue, Toji laughs at this before he spits onto your tongue. With narrowed eyes he watches you swallow it then he returns to going back in between your thighs.

His lips kiss on your inner thighs, teeth bite down on your brown skin and leaving bite marks there. Murmurs of, "so fucking good for me", "going to make this pretty pussy cream some more", could be heard from the man between your thighs. Toji kissed and licked on your thighs some more until he got to your pussy. He reached over and grabbed the toy wand, turning it back on then holds it against your puffy clit. Your man had it pressed right against the nerve of your clit while his tongue was delving into your entrance.

You squirm shakingly on the bed, but you once again chase that one high that Toji is trying to give you. In contrast to your body wanting more your words say something different. You whine, "No more daddyyyy!!"

Toji ignores your cries while he uses a hand to keep your plush thigh spread open. He stops eating you out to say, "One more then I'll stop baby girl," He lifts the wand away from your clit to suckle on it. "Come on, baby, come on." He mumbles onto your nub.

He encourages you to cum for him one last time, and by the grace of whoever you did. Your wrecked out body, unable to release any more of your juices due to the constant stimulation, just writhed and clenched as you came for him. A lewd "pop" emitted from Toji when he plucks your clit out of his mouth. He kneels on the bed before you, rubbing his hands on your fleshy thighs and stroking the bruised skin that he caused.

"You did so good baby girl, so fucking good, I'm so proud of you baby." He leans down to peck your lips. When you start to whine and whimper from coming down he whispers, "It's okay baby, I'm here baby, look at daddy," He cups your face in his hands, directing your attention to his green eyes. "Look at me. I'm going to run you a bath okay baby?" You nodded your head and he continued, "You want me to carry you or can you walk?"

Again you shake your head and whine, Toji took this as a "no I can't walk" and he went on to pick you up from the bed with ease. He carried you with his hands underneath your thighs into the bathroom, gently sitting you down on the toilet seat before he went to the bathtub and ran the water. Your man returned back to you, since you were already naked he wrapped your hair up in a shower cap and used a damp towel to clean up any messes on your body.

"Mm, T-Toji... I... good?" You quietly ask him.

His eyes look up to your tired expression, and he smiles approvingly at you. "Yes baby girl you did good for me. You always do."

★ letter from demie: FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK. it don't make no sense why this can't happen to mee!!!! fuck i hate this!!! anyways!!! tell me what you think of this smut! i think i just let the faucet run on this one!!

[lunasblunt]

what is and what should never be

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

SFW!!!!! pt.2

pairing: logan howlett x original female!mutant character

PT.2 TO BARRACUDA

summary: terra, a mutant with the ability to manipulate earthly elements, and grow plants/flowers from her palms, finds herself incredibly fed up with logan as they’re forced to to train together.

suggested song: what is and what should never be by led zeppelin the back and forth between soft/calm and loud/heavy do u get it… i hope u get it…. yeah……

CW: nothing too crazy she just wants bro so bad tbh… slight nsfw thoughts? idk it’s a sfw fic so it’s definitely not too dirty

A/N: i will always love hugh jackman. can’t even pretend like i’m mad abt the hype bc the edits are SO GOOD. alsoooo requests are always open i’d love some prompts :3 that’s all ;D

reply/lmk if you’d like to be added to a taglist for this fic!!!

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪

the next few days are hazy for terra. the bandages wrapped around her palms are itchy, and she can't stop herself from replaying the entire scene in her head. the way logan had glared down at her like she was worthless, the way he puffed his cigar and tossed his tank top over his shoulder on his way out. she couldn't help but wish she had stood up from her bloody mess and kicked his ass. she mentally curses at herself for being so uncoordinated.

when the time for their next training session comes, terra is buzzing. she prepares an endless amount of comments to throw at him, a million ways to kill him with kindness.

unfortunately for her, logan never shows. three hours, she waited, pacing back and forth; laughing to herself about how stupid this was, how stupid charles was for thinking this could possibly work.

as she storms out of the training room, terra, without thinking, beelines straight for logan's room.

pounding on the door, she tries to ignore the way the pace of her heartbeat quickens.

logan opens the door slowly, his brows furrowed in confusion. when he notices the fiery brunette standing in front of him, his demeanor changes.

“new pair of boxing gloves?” he smirks, sarcasm dripping from his lips as he gestures to her bandaged wounds.

silence fills the space between them. terra can’t even bring herself to dish a remark right back. logan bites the inside of his lip impatiently, he didn’t have the time for this. as he goes to shut the door, terra speaks up.

“i’ve been waiting for you, y’know.” she says softly, an angry, disappointed, yet calm look on her face. logan feels a shiver down his spine. the way she spoke so quietly, the look in her eyes almost… upset? no, unsatisfied. “three hours,” she laughs condescendingly. “do you feel that sorry about what you’ve done that you couldn’t even bring yourself to show up?”

logan scoffs at that accusation. she really knew how to irritate him.

fighting the urge to slam the door in her face, logan leans against the doorframe, waiting for her to continue. he wanted to see just what else, and how much, she could throw at him.

“i mean i’m truly flattered, logan.” she can’t stop the words from spilling out of her mouth. “you obviously care so much about me, about this,” she raises a hand, reminding him of his work. “that you’ve shut yourself up here, conjuring just the right words for the perfect apology!”

finally, logan feels the need to butt in. he can’t stand to hear the sound of her whiny voice dragging on and on, poking fun at his absence.

“you got just what you were asking for, sweetheart.” he snarls, inching toward her, clenching his jaw in between sentences. “you can’t bite off more than you can chew and expect to get away with it…” at this point, the man is hovering over her, clearly trying to dismiss her presence with intimidation. “you may think you’re some free spirit, some ‘make love not war’ flower child, but i’ve been around, and in the real world…” logan leans his head down, his face inches from hers. “your actions have consequences.”

terra tries not to show it, but his words send a piercing sensation up her legs and to the apples her cheeks, a light pink color washing over them. she can't help the way her knees buckle when logan's forehead just barely rests on hers, his breath practically reaching out and tickling her nose. she doesn't understand where this is coming from, but she can't say she hates it.

logan finds himself entertained with the scene below him. the way the girl’s face lit up a bright pink color the second his body got closer to hers, the shock written all over her expression. he’d been waiting for this, for someone to give her a goddamn reality check.

“now you’ve got nothing to say?” he chuckles, waiting for another reaction. whatever this game was that he’d started for himself, he liked.

the silence between the two is deafening. nothing but the soft murmurs of students passing by to their dorms can be heard.

“tomorrow. hand to hand combat. no powers, no tricks,” logan speaks up, repeating his rules from their last session. bending over ever so slightly, the man whispers the last bit into her ear. “all raw.”

terra’s left in a confused daze as she watches logan smirk, then shut his bedroom door behind him.

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[writing-blocked-me]

Hi!!! I just wanted to say I really like your writing! Especially your Chuuya fics! I was wondering if I could request from your flower series? Could you write a Ranpo x reader for number 4? I just need some clingy Ranpo fluff right now :)

Thank you so much! :D

Also yesss! Clingy Ranpo supremacy! The affection would just be immense :)

Jasmine

Jasmine - Attachment

Number 9 of my flowers drabble/one-shot series

Requests still open for the flowers series! So feel free to shoot me an ask!

Masterlist - Flowers Masterlist

Summary: Clingy Ranpo cuddles you on the agency sofa and the narrator (me) goes into a disgustingly sappy rant about how in love you are.

CW: Tooth-rotting fluff <3

Pairings: Ranpo x Reader

A/N: I still can't write dialogue, so excuse the poor quality of the spoken word. This one’s a short one, just a drabble, but I’d be happy to expand it if anyone wanted that :)

Enjoy :)

“Closer.”

“...”

“Closer!”

Ranpo whines as you sit beside him on the agency's couch.  His arms are wrapped around tightly, a clear sign you won't be allowed to leave any time soon.  You shuffle closer and closer, pressing into his side, until it is physically impossible to move any closer.  And yet…

“Closer!” He whines again, arms squeezing you tighter.

“I literally cannot get any closer to you.”  You roll your eyes at the detective's antics as he clung to you, pouting.  You were used to his ridiculousness.  As the World's Greatest Detective, Ranpo had special privileges within the agency.  He could pick and choose cases, spend all day slacking off, but, most importantly, he was entitled to, as he put it, 'unlimited affection' from his significant other.  On the daily, he would demand cuddles, kisses, any and all affection he could get.  

Today, however, Ranpo Edogawa was particularly attached to you.  He had spent the day attempting to get you to slack off with him, much to the chagrin of your other colleagues. With the president away on business, the responsibility to keep Ranpo on track ultimately fell to you.  Needless to say, this was a huge problem when you were also his biggest distraction.  The entire day was spent with Ranpo being assigned a case, him finding a way to ditch it or pass it off to another member of the agency, then Kunikida complaining and you having to shove the Greatest Detective back to work.  Rinse and repeat.

That was, until the end of the day, when Ranpo went on strike, making it clear he would not be doing anything else for the rest of his working hours.  He had sat himself on the agency couch, dragging you down with him and pulling you close, insisting on having your affection all to himself.  You were helpless to do anything but indulge him, offering apologetic looks to your coworkers. 

This led to your current situation, with Ranpo aiming to pull you impossibly closer to him, unsatisfied with your current position.  Despite you quite literally being squished up against him.

“Cuddles.” A demand more than a question, as it always was from Ranpo and, though you were exasperated with his earlier behavior, it was a demand you could never bring yourself to refuse.  You wrapped your arms around the detective, feeling his own arms tighten around you in turn.  It felt nice.  Comforting.  Warm.  It was an emotion that only reared its head when the World's Greatest Detective was around.  An emotion that reminded you why you were willing to entertain all these ridiculous antics. An emotion you were certain would never fade.

[visceravalentines]

desperately asking dumbification w bo … “daddy’s braindead bitch” RAHHH IM MENTALLY ILL!!!

This has been sitting in my inbox forever just waiting for the spark well tadaaaaa

TW: drug use, dubcon??, daddy kink, degradation & dumbification (so many D's wtf)

He's been fucking you for what may as well be hours.

He got you high, so high, before he coaxed your clothes off. High enough that the curdled yellow wallpaper has taken on an ethereal golden hue. High enough your nerves just hum when he reaches around and fumbles at your clit.

"God, baby, you're so fuckin' wet."

You'll take his word for it. If you focus in you can hear the squelch of him pumping in and out of you. If you try a little harder you can feel the ridge around the head of his cock as it rubs back and forth inside you.

You almost cum again, feel the swell and squeeze of it, hear him groan and curse under his breath as he feels it too. But your senses are too dull to see it through and you're left gasping, unsatisfied yet so overwhelmed with bliss, the stretch of him inside you, his chest damp with sweat pressed against your back.

You keep doing that, keep almost cumming, can't quite make it over the finish line. It's reducing you to a tingling glittering nothing, less of a person and more of a sensation.

"This fuckin' pussy...." He laughs, breathless, determined to keep up his rhythm. "I could live in there, girl." He squeezes the meat of your ass. "Fuck you forever."

You wish he would. You remember he is. You're so high. He feels so good.

"Hey, y'alright there?" His thrusts falter as he leans forward to peer at your face. "You forget how to talk or somethin'?"

You respond, or you think you do. He taps your cheek with his fingers and you moan. You're drooling on the comforter, you realize.

"Goddamn," he chuckles. "Daddy's gone and fucked your brains right out, huh?" His fingertip worries at the plump swell of your lips and you open your mouth for him, suck obediently. "That's it," he smiles. "Nothin' but a hole, baby." He takes up thrusting again, the slap of his hips against your ass driving the pulse in your chest.

"Little slut," he groans. "Fuckin' needy. You need this, huh? 'S all you're good for, yeah?"

He's pounding you into the mattress, slowly pushing the bed off its frame inch by inch. Your cheek is wet. You remember you're drooling. He adjusts his angle and hits a new spot inside you and there it is again--the seize, the clutch, the almost-ecstasy that makes you whine with greed and bunch the sheets in your fist.

"Fuck," Bo snarls, his hands like a vice on your hips as you edge him on accident. "Goddamn tease."

It's not my fault, you'd like to say. It's not your fault his cock fits inside you like you were made for him. It's not your fault all your nerves are swimming, swaying, surfacing just long enough to give you a taste over and over again. You whimper.

There's a soft sugary heat creeping up your body from the place he fills inside you, creeping so slow through your blood. All your muscles want to clench at once. You can feel him in the cup of your hips, in your stomach, in your chest, and it's too much to hold in your meager body but it feels too good to let go.

"Wanna feel that pussy grippin' me, baby. Wanna fill you up...."

His fingers catch on your clit and he works them in frenzied circles. "Y'think you can cum for me, baby?" he coos. "Can you do that for Daddy?"

You let out a broken whine because you can feel it rushing up on you like a stormfront. You cling to the sheets, legs shaking, tiny pleas for mercy dropping wordless off your lips.

He fists the hair at the base of your skull and pulls hard. "Do as I say, girl, cum on this fuckin' cock."

A wavering cry bubbles from your throat. You buck against him as it starts to hit, as it washes over you and sucks you under and fills your lungs, fills your guts, fills that gaping, gasping mouth.

You come utterly undone. You are incapacitated, what little brain you had left cupped carefully in your skull now buzzing into vapor. Your body is throbbing, wracked with bliss, pleasure escaping its confines in strangled little moans against the mattress.

Bo yelps his release through gritted teeth as you milk his cock with incidental fervor. His nails rake across the soft flesh of your sides, marking you his. His head falls back and he chuckles, running his hand down your spine as you twitch below him.

"Yeah," he groans. "Yeah, that's my girl. That's my dumb fuckin' girl."

[tangyangie]

Hii I saw u write a karma x reader with a entp gf.. and it was veryy good :)) i even followed u lol

i was wondering if u could write a reader x karma with a isfp gf.. she's very sweet, kind, artistic and likes taking care of others.. she's extremely insecure and hates that she's too shy and allergic to the word no 😂 lol...

She has been feeling a bit insecure about herself and hates herself because of her failures in communicating with others 😭 soo can u write general headcanons and also him comforting her

I'd really appreciate it if you will write this... it's ok if u don't wanna thoo

Thanks :D

blank canvas, blank mind

description. karma x isfp!girlfriend

genre. fluff / comfort

notes: i couldn't tell by what you wrote if you only wanted headcanons or if you wanted a scenario too.. so i did the scenario!! i hope you enjoy <3

— h e a d c a n o n s —

— he likes to take care of you. you relax on the couch as he throws numerous blankets on top of you as he tells you how much he loves you.

— he gives you things. whether that's paintbrushes, pencils, or plushies, you have an overflowing supply of these items. you're running out of places to put things.

— he's always with you. he simply doesn't want you being taken advantage of. he knows how much you hate saying no to people (even if your life is basically in jeopardy), so he's saying it so you don't have to!!

— he constantly compliments you. if you're insecure about your body, personality, interests, those worries will be fine in literally no time at all. he's great at distracting you from what makes you anxious.

— he's always watching you. not in a creepy way!! you just fascinate him. he could stare at you for hours and never get bored. you're just so pretty with your movements, especially when you're letting your creativity shine through.

— he gives you people lessons. he knows you're not great with interactions. he knows your troubles with communications with—well, anyone. so, the most illogical thing to do is help. so, he's constantly trying his best to help you in this kind of thing.

— s c e n a r i o —

you're staring at the wall.

thinking.

about anything—and everything.

thoughts keep filling your mind about your earlier occurrences. the things you said, if you made any weird faces, if you did anything at all that might tell someone you're doing something wrong.

"y/n? are you listening?" a certain redhead asks, brushing his hair away from his eyes so he can look at you properly.

"huh?" you spin, your eyes obviously puffy and tearing up. "yeah, sorry. what's up?"

"hey.. are you okay? did something happen? do you need me to shove wasabi up someone's nose? some habanero peppers, perhaps?"

you give a little chuckle and shake your head. "not today, karma."

"well, then.. what's wrong? you're acting unusual." he says with worry in his voice, carefully jumping backwards onto the bed to sit next to you.

"i was just.. thinking." you sigh, swinging your leg back and forth.

"...about?" karma asks, raising an eyebrow.

"it's just—uhm..." you begin, not knowing how to get the words out.

"i know i act weird around other people. but.. is there something i do without knowing that might make someone dislike me?" you blurt, still a little unsatisfied with the execution of the sentence.

"woah, where's this coming from?" he says, getting off the bed to place a hand on your shoulder. "what's going on?"

"i.. i just always feel like i've done something wrong. after i hang out with my friends, i can't shake the feeling that they'd start talking about me because of something i did." you spill, closing your eyes and resting your forehead in your palm.

"...i'm really sorry. but, i don't think you've done anything wrong, y/n. you're the kindest soul i've ever met and you're the reason i'm not in jail right now." he says, dead serious.

"still.. i just wish i could communicate with them better. i never know what to say to them when i want to talk." you say, looking back up at karma.

"i just wish there was something i could do about it." you say, concluding your point. you felt helpless.

"hey, it's okay. you can always work up to speaking with them directly. just stay out of your own head. you're amazing, y/n. there's absolutely nothing wrong with you or what you can do." he smiles at you, hoping to encourage you at least a little bit.

you wipe the back of your hand on your face, trying to get rid of the tears that had been spiraling out. "are you sure that they'll react well?" you sniff.

"y/n, there's nothing i can do to guarantee that. but, i do blue that they're not worthy of being your friends if they react badly to you wanting to talk to them." he says calmly, caressing your face with his thumb.

"just keep in mind, i'll be with you every step of the way. you've got this. and i'll have wasabi in my hands."

notes: i really searched my mind for this 😭😭 it was fun to write though!!

[moremaybank]

Hello! I absolutely loved the klaus x reader fluff🦋🦋

If possible, can you make an alphabet smut for the reader and klaus as well? I would soo love to read that, sweets <3

nsfw alphabet with klaus mikaelson...

warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, mentions of choking, breeding kink, cum play, mentions of oral sex (f. & m. receiving), drunk sex, mutual masturbation, overstimulation kink, semi-public sex, use of a vibrator, language

a/n: for my dear joey 🫶🏻

klaus masterlist

(a)ftercare - what they're like after sex

klaus is very dominant and can be rough during sex - that's a given. but when it comes to aftercare, he is the softest man on the planet. he'll trail his fingers up your spine and run them through your hair while he holds you. sometimes, he'll run the two of you a hot bath paired with a glass of high-end wine or champagne. honestly, he's not really picky. the only thing that matters to him is that you're close to him, being in his arms and hearing the beat of your heart — dead or undead.

(b)ody part - their favourite body part of their's and also their partner's

klaus's favourite body part of his are his hands. he mostly loves them because you always tell him how much you love them, especially when they're wrapped around your throat (*wink wink*). but he also adores touching you. smoothing over the skin of your legs. bringing you to the brink of release with them alone. let's not forget about him using them to bend you in any way he can when he's fucking you.

his favourite body part of yours is your legs. he loves how smooth and glowy they are, especially when you show them off. if you wear leggings or yoga pants, he's rubbing all over them and squeezing at the flesh of your thighs and calves. when he's about to go down on you, he'll kiss down the lengths of your legs on his way to more intimate places. and if you're wearing a dress...he's a goner. bonus points if you're all dolled up for one of his extravagant parties, and he can't be all over you because he has business to take care of. he's going out of his mind because you're so close but he can't do anything about it.

(c)um - anything to do with cum, basically

i think this one's pretty obvious, but the man has a breeding kink. big time. he spends hours upon hours any chance he gets to just fill you to the brim. you're on your back, your legs wrapped around his med-section as he drives into you slow and deep. he's painting purplish and reddish hues on your neck with his lips and teeth as both of your releases coat his cock and leak from your pussy. a puddle is forming beneath your ass because of how much he's unloaded into your walls, and watching your cunt overflow with his seed makes him feral. he's so far gone that he's mumbling to the both of you about how you'll be pregnant by the day's end if you aren't already. you're squeezing him like a vice at his filthy words, which drives him over the edge again. afterward, he spreads you apart so he can look at just how much of him you're holding inside of you, and the dirtier parts of him want to take a picture so he can look at it any time he wants.

(d)irty secret - pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

as much as he adores filling you up, it does make him giddy when he cums on you. your tits, your stomach, your ass, your face. bonus points if he's already cum inside you. he's painted you everywhere, and he loves it.

(e)xperience - how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

let's be real. klaus has been alive for over a thousand years. he has experience. he knows what he's doing, and he knows how to do it well. you're never left unsatisfied, and you're a thousand percent sure that no one, man or woman, has made you cum as hard as he does every time you guys do anything.

(f)avourite position - this goes without saying

modified missionary. half of him getting off is getting to see your reactions while he's fucking you. also, in this position, he can do whatever he wants to add to your sensations with ease. if he wishes, he can add in a little choking, kiss you, feed from your neck, and play with your clit. he can bend your legs in whichever way he wants, spread you wide open...the possibilities are endless, really.

(g)oofy - are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.

in sober moments, he tends to be more serious and focused on what he's doing. but in drunken moments, the two of you are giggling away at your drunkenness as you both stumble over things, knock vases over, bump into tables and couches...everything is funny to you both at that point.

(h)air - how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.

klaus is a bougie bitch. that's just a fact, and i refuse to hear any different. he's very well-groomed and trimmed. he takes care of himself, not just for him but for you, too (though you aren't too picky when it comes to him).

(i)ntimacy - how are they during the moment, romantic aspect

this can vary. for special occasions like a date night, an anniversary, etc., he'll include lots of romance. when it comes to the one he loves, he'll go to the furthest lengths to make things special for you. but in quick moments of lust, and it's just a quickie, he'll just get right down to business.

(j)ack off - masturbation headcanon

he won’t jerk off because he doesn’t feel the need to. the only time he will is when you guys are participating in mutual masturbation, pushing and tempting yourselves until you can’t take it anymore and you’re dying for each other’s touch.

(k)ink - one or more of their kinks

breeding kink, as i stated before. personally, i think this is self-explanatory because he has a whole child. his favourite thing is to just fill you up over and over for hours on end until his cum is leaking out of you, and even then, it's still not enough. the man will literally keep cumming inside you until it physically hurts to keep going.

also, he has a major overstimulation kink. you look so gorgeous when you fall apart for him. your voice, your swollen lips, eyes screwed shut and mouth wide open as you try to catch your breath...it's addicting to watch. he just can't resist watching you cum again and again until you're begging him for a break. and even then, he just switches to eating you in an attempt to "soothe you." the man is insatiable. and justifiably so. i mean, look at you.

(l)ocation - favourite places to do the deed

anywhere you'll let him, to be honest. he's not picky at all. he definitely appreciates the traditional aspect of doing it on a bed, but he's also quite adventurous and likes to christen any place you wish. the restroom at rousseau's, the car, etc. also is in favour of bending you over things like the dining room table and the desk in his study. any time, anywhere. if you want him, he's yours.

(m)otivation - what turns them on, what gets them going

he's so in love with you and so completely obsessed with you that all it takes is for you to exist. not even kidding. all you have to do is bat those lashes at him, and he's good to go. but it drives him nuts when you tease him all throughout the day. lingering touches on his thigh, hands roaming over his chest, telling him how handsome he looks, slow and sensual kisses. sometimes you stroll around the house in your silk robe or any article of clothing that shows off your legs. also is a big fan of lingerie, even though he destroys every item of it that you own with one big rip.

(n)o - something they won't do, turn offs

klaus is very dominant and rough in bed, but he'd never want to do anything that would actually hurt you. you're his home and his heart, and the last thing he would ever do is even consider harming you.

(o)ral - preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

he prefers giving over receiving. like i said, his favourite thing is to make you cum no matter what. not to mention the fact that he is absolutely pussy drunk when it comes to you. he swears on the lives of him and his siblings that he could spend hours upon hours just lapping at and devouring your pussy.

he's very skilled, maybe even a little too much for your liking because you're jealous of how many past lovers he's made cum with that talented tongue of his.

(p)ace - are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

depends. if it's just a quickie, it's definitely fast and rough as he tries to satiate your needs as quickly as possible. he's also more on the rough side if he's punishing you or if you're having angry sex. but if he's feeling more intimate and soft, he'll roll his hips slow and deep, really taking the time to make sure you feel everything he feels for you.

(q)uickie - their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

klaus is definitely not opposed to quickies at all. like i said, any time you want him, he's ready for you. you partake in them very often as well. you two can't keep your hands off each other. but he does prefer to take his time with you and spend hours making you whimper and call out his name as he makes you cum with his hands, his tongue, and his cock. proper sex is his first choice.

(r)isk - are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.

risky for sure. he loves when you two are in a public place (but hidden enough), and he has to keep a hand over your mouth in order to muffle your moans and cries. the whole time he's just taunting you like, "careful, sweetheart. we can't let everyone hear how good i'm fucking you, now, can we? they'll threaten to kick us out." or if you're out for dinner, he'll play with you under the table and you have to try your hardest not to make a peep.

on the other hand, though, he's well aware of the fact that his siblings are constantly flirting with you, so he's not afraid to fuck you and make you scream from your bedroom with everyone in the house (unless hope's there because neither of you wants to traumatize her lmao). then afterward, he'll go downstairs for a drink, hair all messy and dried blood from the scratches you scraped into his back with your nails, smirking as his siblings complain about what just happened in your shared bedroom.

(s)tamina - how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last

original hybrid stamina is no joke. and definitely not for the faint of heart. he could go all night if you were game. i can't even put an exact number on it because, as we've established, he is far more than insatiable when it comes to you.

(t)oy - do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?

he doesn't own any, but you do. you keep a vibrator for when he's away. however, klaus is mature enough to know that it's his friend and not his enemy. he'll fuck you fast and rough while keeping the vibrator pressed to your clit for maximum stimulation and pleasure.

(u)nfair - how much do they like to tease

he's the biggest tease, and he has absolutely no shame about it at all. he'll drop his voice a few octaves and whisper naughty things into your ear about what he wants to do to you at that moment, especially if it isn't the time or place. wandering hands rubbing against your waist or hips, lingering toward your ass or trailing up your thigh. or if you're alone and he's about to eat you out, he'll leave wet kisses close to your core but not quite there. he's also got this very specific look that he does when he's horny, and every time you see it, your panties magically disappear. imagine that.

(v)olume - how loud they are, what sounds they make

he's vocal during sex but not in an obnoxiously loud way. he's grunting and groaning in your ear, talking to you with filthy words as he fucks you, mumbling things to himself as he chases his own high. he knows it drives you crazy when he does so, and he makes the effort to let you know just how much he's enjoying you.

(w)ild card - random headcanon

not afraid of a little anal play. maybe a thumb in your butt as he fucks you in from behind. but this only takes place if you're down with it.

(x)-ray - let's see what's going on in those pants

long and thick in the best way possible. he stretches you out so impeccably when he's inside you, and you love feeling every ridge of his cock when he's fucking you. he reaches and massages every inch of your walls when he does so, and it makes your legs tremble.

(y)earning - how high is their sex drive

very high. any time he's stressed, angry or upset, he'll fuck you for relief. and if he's happy/in a good mood, he'll fuck you just to have a good time with you. it also helps that he's obsessed with you beyond compare. he just has to look at you and inside he's like, "yeah, i'm going to give her the night of her life."

(z)zz - how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

he doesn't fall asleep too quickly afterwards because he wants to take the time for aftercare. even if you two just lay there, legs intertwined, while he rubs your back or plays with your fingers. he ensures that you both really get to feel the love and intimacy shared between the two of you.

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d word girlie using her matty dildo while their broken up bc michael doesn’t really do it for her……and matty finds out after they get back together

i saw the break up happen before the cloning but omg this is such an interesting thought. also spoilers for part 3: you can't bring yourself to sleep with michael, like at all. matty or nothing for you i fear lol. but let's say that none of the things i just said are true - you get back to the apartment you're staying in with your friend, unsatisfied by the date but with an absolute burning need to get off, and you're not really sure why you packed the dildo because lowkey it's kinda weird that it's literally your ex's dick, but you grab it because the need to cum outweighs the shame and self-hate of using it. and it does the job; you cum with a hand over your mouth, half so your friend doesn't hear and half to stop yourself from crying. but whatever. you're satisfied. it's done. the second time you sleep with matty after you get back together, you tell him, provoked by his cooing about taking care of you and making up for the shitty orgasms you had without him - he goes silent for a second, and you panic in case you've weirded him out, but then he kisses you deeply and fucks you with a drive you've never seen before, and the only word he says the whole time (when he isn't kissing you) is "mine" <3

[adultswim2021]

Aqua Teen Hunger Force #84: "Time Machine" | May 3, 2009 - 11:45PM | S07E06

Frylock has built a time machine, which Shake immediately hijacks. He elects to go to the year 8008, which he’s only spelt out on the digital read-out because it looks like BOOB. It actually just goes to Carl’s house, where Shake bashes Carl’s head with a lamp and steals his sleek leather jackoff chair. Shake lies to Frylock about the future, which Frylock thinks is full of giant cockroaches who be mean to you. Surprisingly, when Frylock finally attempts a future travel himself, he actually DOES find big mean cockroaches. What the heck? 

This is the paragraph where I spoil the ending, which is okay, because I do that on here regularly if you haven’t noticed. It turns out Carl’s house has been taken over by the large cockroaches and his living room has been dressed to look like a desolate future Earth. They claim they’re from the future and that they traveled back to Frylock’s present day to take his time machine from him. The plan falls apart with a lot of logic issues, and basically Frylock just figures out these guys are just assholes and not from the future. 

I tend to think of Aqua Teen Hunger Force as one of the more consistent of the first-gen Adult Swim catalog. Kinda like if the Simpsons maintained a season 9 quality of being less-perfect but still more-than-half good. This episode is pretty solid, but it does have a couple of elements that I found off-putting; namely Shake’s fart-themed parody of the Safety Dance and the little scene where the characters speak in subtitled hand-gestures. The Safety Dance thing is juvenile in an unsatisfying way, and the subtitle bit is basically feels like it's from a Zucker Bros. movie. I love Zucker Bros. movies, but it always rubs me the wrong way when certain shows indulge in that sort of thing. Especially cartoons. 

The theme song is slightly shortened in this episode, I noticed. I wonder if that’s a thing they’ve been doing and it hasn’t dawned on me until now. It’s just like, two seconds shorter, I think? Maybe I’m imagining it, but it seemed like they lifted out just a tiny bit of School D. saying like “check it, yeah” or something. Look, I don’t feel like making absolutely sure I’m not talking out of my ass here by actually A-B-ing the theme with different episodes. Somebody else can do this. PLEASE! I HOPE SO!

Speaking of audio differences: Shake calls Frylock a pussy in this episode and the words are “bleeped” out with cat noises. I checked both my recently-acquired iTunes versions of the episode, which is also bleeped. The volume seven DVD version has uncensored audio, which I read is the first release to include those salacious swears. I simply can't get enough of hearing cuss words without bleeps.

[greypetrel]

✨9 Ship Songs✨

Rules: List nine songs for one of your ships

Tagged by @shivunin, thank you thank you thank you! :D

It's... It's long, so it goes under the cut. I have at least ten better for Aisling and Cullen I believe, but for now it goes like that. Jackie and Wilson is their ultimate song, the second... I'll keep the Cranberries because the death of Sinead O'Connor made me nostalgic for Ireland all over again, so yeah we're going Cranberries. But still.

Tagging! @ndostairlyrium @rowanisawriter @demandthedoodles @salsedinepicta (if you want!) @rosella-writes @scribbledquillz @heniareth and YOU!

Alyra + Alistair

Siúil a Rúin, Clannad ( Spotify || Youtube ) I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel I'll sell my only spinning wheel To buy my love a sword of steel Is go dté tu, mo mhuirnín slán (and may you go safely, my darling) Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin (Come, come, come, o love) Siúil go socar agus siúil go ciúin (quickly come to me, softly move) Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom (come to the door and away we'll flee) Is go dté tu, mo mhuirnín slán (and may you go safely, my darling)

Ballata del Carcere di Reading, Vinicio Capossela ( Spotify || Youtube ) (It's the Ballad of Reading Gaol of Oscar Wilde, translated in Italian and put in music, I'll just copy-paste the lyrics of the original poetry) Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold.

Alyra + Morrigan

Kamikaze, Susanne Sundfør ( Spotify || Youtube ) Did you ever feel your heart stopping? Did you ever feel like a moth drawn to a flame? It's time to put on your lifejacket 'Cause I'm about to step up the game, oh They say help is near, but no one here can feel our fear It's a minefield, us, it'll never disappear 'Cause you take me back, you take me back I'm your kamikaze And tonight is the night that we might fall together

Hidden Place, Björk ( Spotify || Youtube ) Now I have been slightly shy And I can smell a pinch of hope To almost have allowed Once fingers to stroke The fingers I was given To touch with but careful, careful There lies my passion, hidden There lies my love I'll hide it under a blanket Lull it to sleep I'll keep it in a hidden place

Raina + Isabela

Wetsuit, The Vaccines ( Spotify || Youtube ) Does holy water make you pure? Submerged, your vision's just obscured You're a lot like me In up to our knees In over your chest is way too deep

On Board, Alana Handerson feat. Joshua Burnside ( Spotify || Youtube ) I'll be the figurehead On your ship's bow I'll be the last glimpse of a topsail As we go down I'll be waiting on the seabed Repeating the words Don't forget (you said), ships were not built to be safe And in all my life's mistakes You were not one 'Cause all I've ever done All I've ever done Is love you To the bottom of the deep blue sea

Raina + Merrill

Too Late to Turn Back Now, Cornelius Brothers & Sister Rose ( Spotify || Youtube ) I found myself phoning her At least ten times a day You know, that's so unusual for me To carry on this way I'll tell you, I can't sleep at night For wanting to hold her tight I've tried so hard to convince myself This feeling just can't be right Let me tell you It's too late to turn back now I believe, I believe, I believe I'm falling in love

Lay All Your Love on Me, Avantasia ( Spotify || Youtube ) It was like shooting a sitting duck A little small talk, a smile, and baby I was stuck I still don't know what you've done with me A grown-up woman should never fall so easily I feel a kind of fear When I don't have you near Unsatisfied, I skip my pride I beg you, dear Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me

Aisling + Cullen

Jackie and Wilson, Hozier ( Spotify || Youtube ) She blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild Laughing away through my feeble disguise No other version of me I would rather be tonight. And, Lord, she found me just in time 'Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young She's gonna save me, call me "baby" Run her hands through my hair She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily Better yet, she wouldn't care We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives Ride 'round picking up clues We'll name our children, Jackie and Wilson Raise 'em on rhythm and blues

Dreams, The Cranberries ( Spotify || Youtube ) I want more, impossible to ignore Impossible to ignore And they'll come true Impossible not to do Possible not to do [...] Oh, my life is changing everyday In every possible way And oh, my dreams It's never quite as it seems 'Cause you're a dream to me Dream to me

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trick or treat

Ok, so another potential fanfic idea floating around my head

Is based off me reading sandman, infinity inc, and young all stars and wonder woman and in general finding the arc of lyta trevor and helena kosmatos unsatisfying.

Ok so general themes: I think that Sandman Lyta is too passive compared to Infinity Inc Lyta, and she feels like a very generic character mostly designed to fill a role, rather than "This is what Lyta would actually do"

I also think that the Silver Scarab plot in Infinity Inc was rather unsatisfying.

Anyway, so. the premise is that we see Helena Kosmatos actually appear on panel (well ""panel"" it'd be in words if it's a fic) sometime post COIE and before Lyta leaves to look for Hector. She warns Lyta about the potential power of the Furies, because Helena has felt herself become more and more okay with what they do* and acting as Tisiphone, just over the years, but she remembers how horrifying she found it when she was young and acting as a conventional superhero**. The having no control would "foreshadow" Lyta in Sandman as she says (when she is being warned away from her path to kill dream and become an agent for the furies) that she has no choice. This also parallels well with the "it was destiny/unavoidable" of Hec's arc in Infinity Inc, where his villain-face-turn (thru... being hollowed out) is treated as a prophecy that cannot be averted except for in his death.

Anyway, so! How do we get to Lyta as she is in Sandman?

I think that Lyta should kill Hec >:D

Ok well TECHNICALLY Tisiphone should kill Hector, but while possessing Lyta, so Lyta would blame herself.

My idea is that after Lyta is approached by Helena, post COIE, she eventually goes to find out where Hector has ran off to, as she did in Infinity Inc canon. In this instance, when she sees Hector's dead body and is approached by Silver Scarab, she becomes so angry that she starts to unleash Tisiphone, and nearly kills him. She stops because Silver Scarab pretends that he is Hector, and she overcomes Tisiphone because of her love for him. This is what creates the weakness in Silver Scarab, rather than Lyta being pregnant***. He was saved by love. Slowly (very slowly) the silver scarab starts to unwind.

However then her not killing him results in her getting captured, like she did in Infinity Inc. The furies hate that!

Norda finds the infinity Incers after being re-trained by Worla and they go after Silver Scarab similar in canon. BUT! Norda, due to the training he received, notices Hector's weakness. He is encouraged by it, because he does not like the rhetoric that he just has to kill one of his friends because the prophecy says so. When Norda observes this, the Furies see this as their chance to strike. They are angered, humiliated, and Lyta does view her previous showing of mercy as part of her fault and why she was kidnapped, so she is in the place to unleash the Furies.

And... she kills Hector.

This explains why she's so willing to follow him into the dream world when he reappears as sandman, rather than young love and it being scandalous to be pregnant and unmarried. She has a nagging sense of guilt. She follows him into some new world that is not quite reality, from which she will not be able to return, because she remembers her own hands killing him.

When Daniel is at first kidnapped later on, and we don't see her acting at first but just letting the police try to solve things, it is because she remembers how badly things went last time she let her anger and fear influence her decisions.

but then daniel dies.

And she goes on the quest she does in Sandman, slowly becoming more and more an agent of the furies and less and less herself, and she remembers her mother's warnings.

*as she is in wonder woman, Jimenez's run

**as she did in Young All Stars

***which was just... super weird? IDK its like he can't be completely evil b/c the person he is possessing had unprotected sex?

[beigepillow]

Use mechanical translation. I read the new issue of the magazine. I think Yashiro thought Doumeki was just looking for Inami for information, so he didn't bother Doumeki.But after Inami revealed Yashiro's secret, I was looking forward to how Yashiro would face Doumeki. Besides, I don't think Inami is just plain stupid.Inami just couldn't understand Yashiro and Doumeki's relationship, so after witnessing their dispute in Ch. 46, Inami decided that Doumeki had sex with Yashiro but couldn't satisfy Yashiro.Inami probably didn't really want to distribute the video, he just wanted to satirize what Doumeki couldn't do. What Inami didn't know was that Yashiro's body was responding to doumeki, so he was surprised that doumeki would question Yashiro's“Uselessness.” Doumeki was also shocked. He and Inami View Yashiro from two different angles as“Unsatisfied,” and Considering Yashiro's confusion, the misunderstanding between D and I is perfectly reasonable. I'm glad Doumeki was calm enough to question Inami. It's a sign of his growth. Four years ago Doumeki blamed himself for what Inami said, then Yashiro stopped Inami. Now, Inami can make Doumeki feel guilty, too, but I think another sign of growth is the realization that Inami's words, many of them worthless. We can see Inami's evil again, like Doumeki's father, like many of the men in Yashiro's life. Inami admitted that he did not want to stop seeing Yashiro because it was like rape to fuck someone who could not get an erection. In other words, he repeatedly enjoyed raping Yashiro. This reinforced Yashiro's belief that he should be abused. I'm not sure if Doumeki would have told Yashiro directly, but I think he would have gone back to Yashiro to protect him.The problem is, the people behind this have found out about Yashiro, and the Yakuza affair is going to get more and more serious, and I'm not sure they're going to be able to meet.But even if they can't meet, I think they'll have more space to think about it, and Yashiro might be able to learn Doumeki's secrets.

Thank you for your insights. I do hope that they will meet again and have some alone time. It would be tough for them to progress without having that one on one time. When I bring up the power of Inami’s words, I don’t think Inami has control over Doumeki but rather that Doumeki still has unresolved issues from Aoi and his fear of being like his father. So Inami is now bringing up something Doumeki has probably tried to push down. I do mention wanting to see Yashiro at least expressing concern because it does bother me that he seems so nonchalant about Doumeki meeting up with Inami. Isn’t he concerned that Inami will do something to Doumeki to mess with him? Or perhaps he was relieved that he didn’t have to see Inami? Sometimes it does feel like I interpret the story very wrong lol. It is possible that Doumeki finds this out and they’re able to be together but I want to see certain things happen in the story.

[forcebookish]

this fandom is a bunch of nasty hypocrites bc how can they say "mew is a grown man and it's his decision" after FOR MONTHS they have been blaming every single one of ray's actions on his friends??? just 2 eps ago he drove drunk (and it wasn't even the 1st 2nd 3rd or even 20th time) where he nearly killed himself and innocent people and that STILL wasn't enough for him to be like "hmm yeah maybe I need help" yet they expect mew (and now cheum too) to have some magical words that are gonna save him. "he's an addict" yeah and addicts also need to he held responsible for their actions especially when they are harming other people and ray harms a lot of people. I love this show and especially topmew but this fandom has ruined most of the enjoyment for me. It just grosses me out how people like ray and boston (a literal sexual predator mind you. and I know the fandom likes to water it down and get mad when you call him that but that's what he is) get victimized and someone like mew (who I think is actually pretty relatable) gets destroyed. I mean I know it's fiction but maybe think about how real people feel when you talk about certain characters in certain ways. (anyway sorry I didn't mean for this to be so long but ty for reading!)

YEP!!!!!!! it's totally ridiculous!!!!!

but, anon, and i've given this advice before, if it's ruining your enjoyment of the series you gotta log off. i don't mean this in a mean way, i know it will make you feel better. i've seen it with my own eyes! even just avoiding looking at tumblr or twitter on the day the episode is released has been helping me (although i haven't been doing it every week😅). if it's seeping into your watching it, if you're thinking "oh god how are they going to misinterpret it this time," louder than, "i'm enjoying what's on screen," then you have to disengage D:

remember, dramas are supposed to be fun! fandom is supposed to be fun! we're here to have fun!

it might also help to remember that these people are actually having a worse time than us, because they're unsatisfied with what the story is actually telling them. they come on here complaining about the drama, they make up shit about it because they can't handle the complexities or the fact that their faves are playing terrible people. and they're just gonna keep being disappointed week after week after week as the drama continues to prove them wrong :)

and as i always say, hit that block button till it bruises!!!!!!!!!!

[mackjlee9]

Hello! If it isn't much, may I please request for the even smut prompts 1, 2, and 13? With a bratty Leona from Twisted Wonderland? Thank you :D (sincerely: A Leona simp)

Thank you for requesting~ 😊

Smut Prompts; 'Do I look like I'm messing around? Do I look like I won't punish you?', 'Fucking is a reward, but you haven't been good' & 'You're for it when we get home.'

Warning; bratty!leona, toy usage, sensory deprivation.

Leona Kingscholar [Twisted Wonderland]

Please, enjoy the event~

That day, Leona seemed to be having the energy to do things other than sleep and nap throughout the day. However, that wasn't exactly a nice thing.

The feline male kept teasing (M/n) every time he got a chance, riling him up during class, causing him to get distracted at the feeling of Leona's hand stroking his cock over his pants, and his distraction made the teachers scold him for not paying attention to the lesson.

After the third time during the day that he got called out, he held Leona's wrist tightly in his grasp and groaned at him, staring into his eyes with a glare that only worked to amuse the feline. "You're so in for it when we get home," well, with 'home' he meant the Savaclaw Dorm, mostly because neither of them liked going back to their families during the break, so they were used to calling their dorm home.

Leona only smirked at (M/n) words, swaying his tail up and he wrapped it around (M/n)'s wrist, keeping a hold on him without actually holding him. Now, he just wanted the school day to end and maybe... get railed on the bed the way he was expecting.

///////

Already in the privacy of Leona's room, now having (M/n) on the bed under him, the feline kept with his teasing, both of his legs on either side of (M/n)'s waist, sitting right on his clothed cock, grinding his hips back and forth slowly, feeling it get harder, pressing against his ass.

However, Leona wasn't expecting (M/n) to just stay still, both of his hands under his head, observing Leona with a stoic expression. He was just there, still and watching closely his every move. And that confused Leona, because he was a hundred percent that he was gonna get roughly fucked on that mattress and he wouldn't be able to get up tomorrow, but here was (M/n), not even caring about his throbbing erection.

"Stop messing around and touch me already," Leona muttered, reaching for your hands, but his attempt at getting (M/n) to touch backfired, and now he was pinned to the bed.

"Do I look like I'm messing around? Do I look like I won't punish you?" The implication of a punishment made Leona's body tremble, a shiver running down his spine at (M/n)'s tone, "You better be ready, Leona."

///////

Well, this may not have been what he wanted, and Leona is not sure if he's feeling unsatisfied or not.

He was tied to his bed, his eyes covered with a blindfold and it if wasn't for the vibrator attached to his twitching, leaking cock he would've ended up falling asleep. And scrolling through his phone was (M/n), who held the controller in his hand, messing with it whenever he felt like it, the room bathed in darkness, a distant light on the desk being the only source of light apart from his phone screen.

"(M/n), I-I can't- is t-too much... untie m-me... f-fuck me, please~" Leona whined, his body squirming on the bed, unable to hold his orgasm in any longer. (M/n)'s words were clear, he couldn't cum without his permission, and if he did he would just be overstimulated until he passes out from exhaustion.

Looking up from his phone, (M/n) turned the vibrations to max level and stood up from the couch he was sitting on, stepping closer to Leona, observing his messed up appearance, hearing his moaning and whining, he looked like a bitch in heat. Standing next to him, (M/n) leaned down to press a kiss on Leona's lips, whose body shuddered at the sudden touch, a whimper dying in his throat.

"Fucking is a reward, but you haven't been good, Leona," the feline groaned, his body squirming as he tried to get the vibrator off his body, (M/n) wrapped his hand around his cock, keeping the vibrator pressed against his red, leaking tip.

Leona struggled against his restraints, trying to hold his orgasm in as long as could, but it was in vain.

His cum was already dripping down his cock, wetting (M/n)'s hand as he only observed amused.

"Well, seems like someone likes being punished."

[heresathreebee]

Eddie Munson | Stranger Things 4 || Face Sitting/ Fucking // Dry Humping

Eddie Lives AU/ Roommates; 2.8k words; NO BETA/ SELF-EDITED, Roommates (living with their older relatives), Swearing, Cramped Quarters, Sexual Frustration, Threat of Destruction of Property (poor Sweetheart the electric guitar, she’s done nothing wrong), Dry Humping, Magic Wand Vibrator, Slight Choking, Squirting

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You didn't hate him– you just hated everything around him. Living with Eddie Munson and his uncle Wayne meant less room in the trailer, more messes that you alone were expected to clean, and zero privacy. Your aunt originally invited Wayne and "his boy" as she called him to stay with you and her, but when an eviction notice came unexpectedly, the lot of you had been forced to return to Forest Hill for housing– right back into the infamous scene of Chrissy Cunningham's death. 

Some changes had been made– A loft was built on top of the trailer with enough room for one queen sized bed that your aunt and his uncle traded. Meanwhile, the actual trailer's only bedroom had been turned into two via a "privacy curtain" and downsized a lot of things to fit all of you in. Your room held a twin sized mattress and a chest of drawers you used as a desk, and Eddie’s room mirrored yours plus a stack of amps for his electric guitar. 

That damn guitar. If he's not jamming in his friends' garage or running D&D on Fridays with those high schoolers, he's strumming that fucking instrument and blasting (quietly if you ask) his music all night. At least he knocks on the privacy wall before he bothers you with something mundane when he can't entertain himself. 

Somewhere along the way, after months with no way to relieve your urges, you snapped. Eddie nearly jumps out of his skin when you throw the folding curtain aside and stomp into his space. 

"What'd I do? What'd I do?!" 

You grab his ankles and drag him down the bed and he gets lost in the blanket he was curled up in. You catch his guitar before it hits the dirty floor and hold it over your head much to Eddie's dismay. His eyes become saucers and his face gets stern. 

"Don't," he hisses with one hand out as if to placate a rabid animal. 

Unperturbed, you sneer. "It's Thursday. Don't you have somewhere else to be?!" 

Eddie shrugs. "We– I… one of my buddies was forced to go camping. We- we can't play without the drums." 

You grit your teeth, unsatisfied. "So do something else. Somewhere else!" 

"I-I-I," Eddie sputters as he watches your nails dig into his precious baby. "Like what? Where do you want me to go?!" 

"Outside, Eddie!," you scream. 

"Why?!" 

…you uh, don't know how to answer that. In fact, you were banking on simply scaring him so bad he left without question, yet here you are. He wasn't being loud today. He wasn't making a mess or bothering you for once. He was just there and he could hear everything, just like you could hear everything he does in his room– especially the private stuff. 

"Just– " you sigh and use your head to support the guitar you were holding as your arms grow tired. "An hour. I just want an hour alone. Is that too much to ask?" 

Eddie looks at you sympathetically. "... I wish I could, but uh… I actually can't just go outside and loiter like I used to..." 

Oh fuck, you forgot. Munson was legally cleared of murdering the cheerleader (you wouldn't have believed it anyway not since you met him, the scared little lay about) but that didn't mean their weren't people still hunting him. No other suspects were arrested for it, the cause of her death was still unknown. 

You tossed Eddie his guitar back and worried your lip trying to come up with an alternative. Maybe you could take your vibrator, a towel, and his van to an empty parking lot. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him but, you would be way more comfortable doing it at home. You can’t just ignore it anymore, it’s consuming your every thought and ruining your panties… 

“Is there… something else I can help you with?,” he asks warily. 

You know what he means– you know! But you can’t stop from shifting your feet and rubbing your thighs together just to provide some relief. You try glaring meanly at him but it feels a lot more sexually charged than it should be and unfortunately, Eddie looks like he’s catching on to your dilemma. 

“Oh,” he murmurs. “You want alone time to… oh!” 

You roll your eyes and turn to go back to your room but he stops you. "Hey wait! I could still… I could still help you with that too. If– if you want…" 

You look over Eddie. Before you busted down the wall between your rooms, he had been relaxing. His hair was tied up, wearing the gray shirt you were secretly obsessed with because it was Unnaturally Soft, and barefoot. You reach down to rip the blanket off him, revealing for a split second that he was only wearing boxers before he shielded his modesty with the base of his guitar. 

Well, he did look delectable like this. And you were desperate at this point. "There are going to be rules." 

Eddie furrows his brow as you disappear into your room, only to return a moment later wielding an object he had only seen in pornos and sex shops. "Rule one," you say as you point the vibrator at him menacingly, "never ever ever speak about this to anyone." 

"Done, our secret." Eddie's eyes follow you as you saunter towards him and swiftly straddle his hips. “Anything else?” 

You reach down and accidentally flash him your cleavage before jamming his guitar in his arms. “Rule two, don’t look at me and keep playing.” 

“Ok– UGM.” You sit on his hips and feel the hump of his ‘boy bits’ against your sex– both lightly clothed in cotton. “Any requests?” 

“Know anything with a semi-sensual bass line?,” your voice comes in a sigh as you rut against him, feeling yourself grow hotter as you finally feel the beginnings of your game coming to fruition. The first phrases he strums are intensely familiar. “Oh, House of the Rising Sun? You’ve been snooping through my things.”

Eddie shrugs and turns his eyes to the ceiling as per the second rule. “Hardly snooping if you leave your cassettes in my van.”  

He grunts and closes his eyes, his fingers skipping over a note as you rut again and set your vibrator to the lowest setting. You can feel his thighs stiffen under your ass as you pull the top of your dress down and bare your hardening nipples to tease them. 

Your eyes drift closed as you feel everything. “Fuck Eddie.” 

The man hums in response and you both hissed as the vibrator made contact with your clit and the base of his hardening cock. In an instant, two clammy hands grasp your hips and forced you up. 

"Stop," Eddie begged, "hang on, I need…" 

You catch yourself from falling on him with a hand on his pillow and pause. Eddie is panting as he reaches into his boxers (not minding a few wet spots) to settle his cock against his belly and hooking the waistband under his balls. Obediently, his hands return to his guitar and he nods at you. 

"Ok I'm good, you can–" 

You snapped his underwear back into its rightful place halfway up his cock and Eddie almost screamed, his eyes pricking with tears and veins bulging in his neck. He glares at you with more malice than you thought he was capable of and he forces you to sit down on his hips before returning his eyes to the ceiling. 

"Nice tits," he growls. 

"I know," you chuckle and resume your minstrations. 

Eddie's guitar picks up where he left off. You continue rocking your hips and return the bulky vibrating wand to stimulate your clit, even brushing the sensitive frenelum of Eddie’s cockhead with the wand and loving the way he bucks up into you. The coil in your gut tightens harshly and you feel something unexpected but exciting building with it. 

You hum long and low in your throat. "Keep playing, Eddie." 

"'M trying," he groans, "getting close." 

Your wand dies unexpectedly and you quickly toss it aside with a huff. "Just keep playing. Fuck, Eddie…" 

He loves the way his name sounds, and when you say it like that… he misses the E string again and holds his guitar up to his neck. The last thing he wants is to come all over his precious Sweetheart, even if it annoys you. He tries strumming the melody from up high. It sounds a little out of tune and he catches you smiling (your eyes are closed, or you'd scold him for breaking your rules). 

"Thought you said you learned Master of Puppets in 30 days," you tease, "but now you can't play four bars on repeat. S'matter, pussy too good?" 

Eddie grips his guitar roughly. "Can feel how wet you are…" and see your pretty chest swaying. He shuts his eyes tight. Your threats are rarely empty and he needs to come, he'll die if he doesn't. 

"Oh shhh–" 

Eddie hits himself in the face trying to thrust Sweetheart out of the splash zone. He growls as streams of pearly white fluid pools in his belly button and paint streaks across his shirt, even tiny droplets splash under his chin. Your movements milk every drop out of him, and as soon as he cracks an eye open, he sees you triumphantly admiring your handy work. 

"Fuck," Eddie hisses as his cock throbs one more time and everything starts to feel overly sensitive. "Too much, too much." 

Reluctantly, you stop rocking and stare down your nose at Eddie. He knows what you're thinking already and tries to dissuade you with a firm hand on your hips. 

"Just need to catch my breath," he pleads. "Why don't you take this off before it gets ruined?" 

His fingers gently tug on the sun dress pooling around your hips. In truth, he wants to be able to see more of you, and you oblige his suggestion with seductive grace. Now it's just you and two layers of cotton underwear sitting on his softening cock and empty sack. He sets his guitar just off the bed and helps you adjust your placement for better friction. 

"Pick that up," you command. "I didn't say you could stop playing." 

Eddie sighs, "yes ma'am." 

He folds his shirt in half to cover his mess and settles Sweetheart back in her place against his ribcage. He glances back at you again as he finally notices the vibrating wand has disappeared. 

"Look the other way." Your eyebrows are drawn together and you unconsciously cover your breasts with your hands until he obeys. 

It's weird to him that you choose to be shy at this moment. After all, you were downright prideful a moment ago, and he is the only one covered in cum right about now. 

"Any other requests? A different song perhaps?" 

"Sure…" 

Eddie tunes a string that sounded off and begins to play something a little less somber but with a heavy bassline. Sunshine of Your Love fills the space between you and he can hear you smiling through your praise. 

"I like this one," you chuckle and begin to rock your hips again, slower this time to build back the momentum you lost. 

He's less sensitive now and simply enjoying the feel of you, wanting to get you off like he said he would. Still, it's fun to hear you 1) laugh and 2) like his taste in music. If he could get hard again, he totally would. 

It's not long before he feels your warm hands come down on his shoulders for support and it takes every ounce of his control not to look at you. The gentle sighs that fall from your lips come in time with the rising speed of your thrusts against his flaccid junk. Eddie counts to four in his head, bends his knees, and bucks up in perfect time to help you get off. 

The prettiest filthiest sound pours out of you halfway between a sob and a sigh. You bite your tongue hard to stop yourself from saying his name again and scold yourself internally for even thinking about it. This isn't about Eddie, this is about getting off. But no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to get there. Not without the wand and not without thinking of Eddie. 

"Fuck..." The curse is dripping with frustration and Eddie's heart pangs with sympathy. 

Eddie's had enough. You can't finish like this but you are too stubborn to help even yourself. It's time to take over. 

You gasp as you suddenly feel Eddie's fingers wrap around your throat. There's a dark look in his eye as he sits up on his elbow, guitar set aside again. It fills you with heat that pools in your gut. 

"Come on, princess," Eddie says, his voice low and gravelly, "what's the matter? You want to come, don't you?" 

"Ah! Eddie!" One second you're dry humping your roommate, and the next you find yourself on your back with said roommate hovering over you. His rough hand squeezes your wind pipe for a second causing stars to dance in your eyes and his hips press down, pushing your thighs wider to accommodate his width. You tell yourself you shouldn’t feel so aroused by this lazy nerd musician. 

“If you want me to stop, say the magic word. But before you do–” he tilts his head back and licks his lips. “Tell me this doesn’t feel good.” 

Eddie thrusts his hips once and you know you’re done for. He’s grown hard again that much is sure, and the way his cock is sandwiched between your soaked folds to brush your clit with his head is enough to make you cry. His thrusts are short and needy, but not because he is desperate– it’s because you are. You know if you asked him to fuck you like a toy, he would happily oblige and you have to bite your tongue to save you from yourself. 

“What’s that, baby?” Eddie smugly addresses the punchy whines escaping from you. “I can’t hear so good, did you say you want me to stop?” 

“No please!” You cry and dig your nails hard into the hand on your throat to keep him there. “Please don’t stop, Ed, please…” 

Satisfaction curls cat-like on his lips. “That’s what I thought you said, sweetheart. Now, who’s making you feel good, baby?” 

Oh this asshole, you think, I’m going to kill him someday. “...you are.” 

“And what’s my name, princess?”

You roll your eyes internally. “Eddie.” 

“Uh-HUH. Eddie who?” 

“Eddie fucking Munson!” The devil rewards you with a warm fingered pinch on your exposed bud. 

“That’s right! Good girl.” His rhythm is so perfect, you can count it– 120 beats per minute. “And who’s touch are you gonna beg for?” 

“Eddie Munson…” Your voice becomes airy and high. Every stroke building like water behind a dam and his toying with your chest sparks like magic. 

“And who’s the lucky son of a bitch who’s gonna make you come?”

He speeds up, anticipating your peak, the wall you keep hitting but couldn’t pull yourself over. Instead of answering him with his name, you scream under him and arch your back as stars explode outwards behind your eyes and deep in the pit of your stomach. Fire washes over your skin, then ice as the sweat on your body cools, and a comforting warmth returns as you feel Eddie’s chest covering yours and his head fall into the crook between your neck and your shoulder. 

It takes you a few minutes to feel your toes. You cradle the back of his neck craving his contact and forget you ever hated Eddie the freak Munson. 

“Thank you,” you whisper sheepishly. “Maybe this is an insane thing to ask but… do you know how fast you were going when you made me come?” 

“195,” he mutters matter-of-factly. 

The ticklish feeling causes you to laugh. “On a school night? Shame on you.” 

The way he nuzzles into your neck fills you with something sweet, until he speaks again with that trademark smugness. “And I made you do a lot more than come, baby.” 

You become very aware of the fact that your underwear and the bed beneath you is drenched, like genuinely soaked, swimming in liquid. Even the bottom half of Eddie’s shirt which slipped down while he was over you was wet as well as sticky where his cum was barely dried. You roll your eyes and promise to never let yourself do this again. 

Your vow lasts all of two hours.

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