#like he has to let go of control and be ok with him. kinda sucking at it or not being perfect

[b0ybutch]

artist eddie diaz save me… you don’t exist in canon but save me please

[cyberm4n]

OK, I NEED SO BAD Adam,Alastor and Husk smut hc's with a hypersexual fem!Reader 😭. Maybe after both finished a round (One of all they had lol), a few seconds pass and she says smiling "can we do it again?" But they have already crossed their own limit.

Sorry for my Bad English 😿

BAHAHA I LOVE THIS IDEA

i had to do a little research on being hypersexual to make sure i was doing this right but if i got anything wrong/inaccurate please let me know!!

cw: smut, reader gets eaten out, reference to rough sex?

alastor —

■ looks im imagining this to be so funny cause alastor is big on rough sex so like moments after fucking you senseless only for you to be like "again? :D" REALLY MESSES WITH HIM

■ like especially cause he feels spent, like he put a lot of effort in there and like??? you're just straight back to normal?? you want more??? how?

■ i think if he's completely spent he'll summon his like shadow self and then it becomes a mental thing

■ cause he's still controlling that but he's not having to do the physical work

■ but otherwise i think he'd probably have a toy for after in the future

■ hear me out but like he's JUST filled you up with his cum and hes immediately pushing a vibrator into you that's on max, making sure you stay all marked up and too stupid to beg for more

■ he'd adjust just fine

adam —

■ this is even more funny to me cause like he's 100% the type to slump over on you after hes cum, still sheathed in you.

■ he seems the type to want multiple rounds so let's say this is like round 3 just finished

■ so when you're like "again please?" literally less than a minute later his eyes snap open

■ like, he knows women typically come back faster than men from this shit but like he's pretty certain he's gonna start shooting blanks if he goes any more

■ there's a beat of silence before he's like "are you fucking serious" and you pout a little, assuming he's making fun of you

■ but like it's adam, this man LOVES sex so the fact you're like so down all the time is great

■ i dont see him being the type to have toys for you (he definitely owns one of those men's masturbaters tho) so he'd find other solutions

■ it's 50/50 he either has you cock warm him until he's ready to go again or he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow

husk —

■ okay he'd be so confused

■ he's a 1 round kind of man but like, he's barely even pulled out and you're like "can we do it again?" with a smile

■ and he's shocked to hear you mean like, right now

■ he'd adjust fine to it though

■ again, don't think he'd have toys but he's cool to go down on you

■ his favorite is rubbing your clit though, just his fingers

■ maybe he'd eventually get a little vibrator or something for you

■ just wanting to make sure you're happy <3

■ i think husk would be the only one to really ask questions abt it, yknow kinda figure out your preferences and stuff

■ he knows he doesn't work the same so he wants to make sure he's treating you well

■ but if you let him eat you out it's like a perfect wind down activity he definitely gets sucked into

■ eyes closed, going to town in making you moan and quiver. like he'd get soo pussy drunk

■ and he's ripping orgasms out of you with no problem, you'll probably have to tell him to stop.

long story short, all 3 absolutely love the fact you're hypersexual and they embrace it :)

[artdcnaldson]

ok remember when I said that last ask was the horniest thing I'd ever written? Well scratch that bc this is a new record. (Obligatory disclaimer if you don't like it feel free to delete/ignore it)

Imagine- if you will- tashi bringing you to one of arts games. And you're in a sweet little tennis dress and you sit next to her and watch art, not even paying attention to the game just taking in his form, the shine of sweat, the concentration on his face, the little grunts and moans. And obviously you start shifting around in your seat, because, what are you supposed to be??? Dry???? No! So, it's the last break and tashi takes you to the bathroom and makes you lean over so she can check on the situation, and your white panties are so wet they're basically see through (in an ideal world she would've banned you from wearing any just to torture you but unfortunately they're famous and with the press and everything it's too much of a risk 😞 ) and you're really hoping she'll help you out but she just goes "hmm" and takes you back to your seat. And the breaks not over, arts noticed that yall were gone and he's making eye contact with tashi and she just. Nods at him. And he's already winning but for the rest of the match he's on fire, practically wiping the floor with the other guy.

After it's over and he's won and done all the press and stuff, you ride back to their hotel, with tashi in the middle bc she's the only one who can be trusted to keep control of herself. You and art are practically vibrating, with desire and exhilaration respectively. So you get back to the hotel room and tashi tells art to go sit on the couch. Then finally, she gives you a little jerk of her chin and you scramble to put yourself over his knee bc you know that he's always antsy after a win but tashi will want to go over everything while it's as fresh as possible, so you just hang out there and let him play with your sopping cunt and ignore you, just feeling him hard against your stomach but satiated for now since he has something to do while he listens to tashis critiques. When she's done she'll give you further instructions and maybe reward you for good behavior.

(am I gonna become a smut writer this is kinda fun)

I’m so fucking obsessed. I’m on my knees. Anything to keep Artashi happy 😁🫵 just look at them

Rating: E(18+)

Warnings: SMUT (p in v, face sitting, fingering, mild mommy/daddy kink, mild dom/sub dynamics) that’s it that’s the story. Just porn without plot

your brain is just sooo fuzzy and mindless while art’s playing with you. The cute shorts you wore beneath the dress tugged to the side, his fingers stuffed inside of you, your own juices smeared down your thigh, spilling more with each slow thrust of his fingers. It could be a few minutes, or an hour. You just know that you lose yourself in the rise and fall of Tashi’s voice as she runs through her notes, in the warm pressure of Art’s thighs pressing against you.

You must’ve gotten too loud, because Tashi’s kneeling in front of you— holding your chin in her hand, forcing eye contact. “Baby, how’s Art supposed to focus when you’re acting like this, huh? Tomorrow’s match is important, he needs to hear this.”

You whine. Big mistake. Tashi meets Art’s gaze, makes a face you don’t understand. And then Art’s slipping his fingers from your warm, needy cunt. “Clean him up,” Tashi instructs.

You wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking on them, cleaning any evidence of your arousal off. You take them deeper, feeling the brush of his fingers at the back of his throat. You moan softly— Tashi grabs your hair and pulls you off.

“Do you have any critiques for Art?” She asks. You blink slowly. Critiques?? What was there to critique?? “You were at the game. Show Art that you were paying attention.”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times as you looked into Art’s eyes. God, he was so pretty. And then your eyes traveled down, and he was so hard in his shorts that it was tenting the fabric. You just wanted to mouth at him through them, make him feel good. “I— I don’t.”

Tashi sighed, almost disappointed, but not really. Tennis critiques weren’t what you were there for. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty.” She patted your thigh. “Go lay down on the bed.”

You obey so sweetly— hands by your sides, fisted in the duvet so you won’t be tempted to touch yourself. Your thighs rub together as you seek friction, need pulsing between your thighs, adding to the mess of wetness.

It’s five minutes (which you know, because you count) until Tashi and Art join you. Art’s down to the fucking obscene briefs Tashi makes him wear, straining against the fabric obscenely. And Tashi’s wearing fucking agent provocateur, so beautiful that you could die happy just at the sight of her.

“If you paid attention to the match, we would’ve been really sweet to you,” Tashi hums as she takes off your dress. The shorts are soaked so badly that she practically peels them away from your cunt. “But all you could think about was getting fucked, huh?”

You nod as she presses two fingers between your lips, pushing all the way until she hits the back of your throat and you gag around them. She stays like that, thrusting her fingers between your lips, smiling every time your eyes fill with unshed tears and your throat constricts. “It’s been a long day. Just let mommy and daddy use you.”

And you do, because that’s all you can really ask for. Tashi slips off her lingerie, putting on a show without even trying. She straddles your face, knees planted on either side of your head, and sinks onto your waiting mouth.

You moan at the taste of her on your tongue, hands eagerly grabbing at her ass to pull her closer. Usually she would scold you for being greedy, but it was the farthest thing from her mind while she was benefiting from said neediness. You eagerly alternated between lapping at her dripping center and giving her clit the attention it needs.

And then there’s Art. He pulls apart your thighs and pushes into the tight, wet heat waiting for him there. You moan against Tashi’s cunt as he sinks inch after inch after inch inside. He groans at the feeling of your pussy gripping him, pulling him in, in, in. His grip on your hips is so tight it feels bruising.

You lose yourself in the two of them— brain going fuzzy and empty. All you knew, all that mattered in the moment was Tashi, and Art, and how good you felt.

And Tashi’s moaning above you— relishing in your need to please. Even with her husband balls deep inside of you, even with your mind so fuzzy, you keep your attention divided so fairly. You were so fucking nice, she didn’t even have to take the reins— she just got to sit there and let you work her with your tongue.

You were in fucking heaven. Art wasn’t content just using— it feels better when you cum while he’s inside of you. He moves you like a pretty little doll, adjusting you just right. He puts your legs over his shoulders so he gets deeper, kissing your cervix with each deep thrust. His thumb presses against your clit, rubs in slow circles.

Tashi cums first— hips stuttering as she grinds against your face. You relish in it, licking at her center as she comes down, until the lightest brush against her clit makes her twitch with overstimulation. She moves off of you, kissing you with slow, sweet laps of her tongue. You give a shuddery gasp into her mouth.

“Is daddy making you feel good?” Her words are cooed against your ear. You nod wordlessly, only capable of pretty moans or needy whines. She turns her gaze to Art, who’s already close as is, without the attention of his fucking perfect wife.

“Close,” Art groans, meeting her gaze. Her lips turn into an amused smirk as she pushes his thumb off of your clit, and replaces it with her own lithe fingers.

Your back arches as she works you with her fingers, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. Art continues to fuck into you. Each thrust is accompanied by lead, near pornographic sounds— the squelch of your soaked cunt swallowing his cock, the slap of his balls against your ass, the fucked-out moans passing his lips.

Your climax overtakes you suddenly. Your back arches off the bed as you cum. Your pussy clenches around Art’s cock as he continues to fuck into you, and your release leaves an obscene, creamy ring around the base of him. Tashi’s lips are on yours, swallowing down the moans and cries falling from your lips as Art fucks you into overstimulation.

Art buries himself within you as he cums, spilling into you with a few shallow thrusts. You whine when he finally pulls out and some of cum dribbles out, making an even bigger mess of the duvet.

Tashi pets your hair sweetly, kisses your sweat-sticky forehead. Art leaves to grab a towel— you hear him dampening it in the fancy en-suite bathroom. “By the way, I thought you shouldn’t get to cum.”

Art laughs lightly as he returns, cleaning you up between your thighs. “I told her I’d throw the match tomorrow, it always works.” He kisses you deeply, and you moan against his mouth. God, he was a good kisser.

“I can always just stop believing you,” Tashi reminded him. “Maybe I was in a giving mood.” Art snorts, you meet her gaze through narrowed eyes.

She’s right where she belongs. Art’s head is on her shoulder, yours rests on her chest. You’re all just a tangle of sweaty limbs.

TASHI DUNCAN I WONT U SO BAD 😚🫵

Sorry to Art he truly is a racket and a dick in this fic

[thatcryptidinthesea]

So I've been thinking way too hard about the ISAT role!swap aus by @anxiousapplepie (hi! hope you don't mind the tag :]), especially the Housemaiden!Siffrin AU, and I was planning to draw fanart with my ideas but my university assignments have been looming over me *head in hands*. So in the mean time here's all my thoughts rambled out onto paper so maybe they'll stop haunting me while I'm trying to do work.

Starting with some HCs:

• Having depression is an inherently Siffrin trait, the different Sifs just deal with it differently. HM!Sif was able to get access to antidepressants due to being in the House of Dormont, but wasn't able to take them with him when he had to flee from the King's curse. So like OG!Mira, they had to go through their journey unmedicated. Isabeu and Odile's ractions to finding this out was something like

• All Miras are medicated for their anxiety, and most of them were able to have access to their meds throughout their journeys (OG!Mira and T!Mira I'm so sorry but you had to do it scared). F!Mira made double sure she brought her's knowing HM!Siffrin didn't have their's.

• Once T!Bonnie started warming up to and trusting the party, they'd hide behind the others' legs when they didn't want to be seen. Hiding behind Siffrin had the added bonus of being able to hide under his cape.

• When T!Bonnie has had a particularly rough night, they'll go sleep next to Siffrin because they know Sif WILL end up cuddling them in his sleep and it makes them feel safe. <- I imagine a lot of their sibling relationship was built on Bonnie going to Sif and just silently clinging and Sif just letting them and not forcing them to talk.

• C!Odile is the best fusion cook ever. This woman can take any two cuisines and mix them together flawlessly. Even things that arguably should never go together.

Ok now for a character ramble under the cut because Housemaiden!Siffrin is that one character I want to put under the microscope like a beetle. Argh. The angst of being the Universe's walking talking religious contradiction...

There's so much potential for HM!Siffrin's inner struggle with the Change belief. For one thing he doesn't really get to choose how he Changes much, he doesn't really have control over it. You can't decide how you'll be a different person if you have no idea who you originally were. Yet the Change belief has this whole thing about choosing to Change yourself and choosing to leave your past self behind. Can you imagine being Siffrin and being told you have to decide to be a completely different person when the only info you have about yourself are the clothes on your back, your accent and a love for malanga fritters? Meanwhile everyone else can choose to Change however they like because they know who they are and how they can be different, and they get to choose to get rid of the mementos of their past because they still ultimately have the memories if they ever want to go back for whatever reason.

And the fact Sif can't really choose to Change kinda shows in the ways he does decide to change because they're all physical changes. They recut their cloak into a cape, they dyed their hair and then let it regrow, they trade weapons or headgear with Mira. Those are all things that he can actually control, and thus can actually make choices about.

Which also makes me think about how he got the "worst/laziest Housemaiden ever" title. It probably felt to any outside perspective who knew the Change belief that Siffrin wasn't putting in any effort to Change and was instead skirting around the rules by just physically changing. So people started to say he's lazy and not following the belief right, and because Siffrin didn't have an identity he internalised being the Worst Housemaiden Ever as his identity and kind of stopped trying because why bother? Which SUCKS because can you imagine losing literally everything about your home/culture/language/family and then trying to make a new home and identity with another community only to be told by that community "hey you're terrible at this actually"? That's awful. Siffrin can probably never really feel truly, confidently part of the Change belief because they were alienated from it from the start.

And then to finally top it all off when Euphrasie chose him to save Vaugarde it's likely no one believed that Sif was the saviour because he's known across the Houses as the Worst Housemaiden Ever, why would the Head Housemaiden of Dormont choose him?!? Which probably only cranked up Sif's self-esteem issues because they'd also think Euphrasie could've picked better.

So yeah *head in hands* Housemaiden!Siffrin feels like a character locked in a constant feedback loop of "can't be part of the community despite their efforts because the system is inherently flawed for them" and "doesn't bother trying so the community disregards them".

[batfamenjoyer]

PTSD | Jason Todd x GN! Reader

CW: Jason’s PTSD, Death, Murder, there’s comfort and silliness tho!!!

I started writing this and realized it also has something to do with making dinner like the Cass fanfic I just wrote- i guess it’s because I really like food. Oh ya also inspired by one of the chapters of the Batfam Webcomic. Also sorry if this is kinda crappy, my attention span for reading things over and over again to edit kinda sucks.

I headcanon that Jason tends to joke about his death or when he feels hurt or upset he’ll begin to joke to feel better. He can be a bit dry about it though and sometimes ppl will get uncomfortable about it.

“What should I make for dinner?” You ask Jason as you two cuddle on the couch watching TV. Letting out a low hm he jokes, “I don’t know Chef, why not make it a surprise?”. “How helpful Todd”, you respond sarcastically as you jump up to go over to your kitchen to figure out something to eat. “Nooo my warmth” Jason complains reaching out at you as you walk away. “And we’ll starve if I don’t cook hun”. “Maybe that’s fine with me doll, as long as I get to die in your arms”. You scoff at his dramatics, “dramatic much”. “And I’ve already died once, so let me joke” he yells over to you in the kitchen. Looking around for what to make you continue the light hearted banter, “ok joke about your death if that makes you feel better Jay”. Having decided you go to grab a pan and, CRASH, you accidentally dropped it before picking it up with a SCHREE. Within seconds you hear Jason rushing into the bathroom and shutting the door. Right then you realized what happened. “fuck” you mumble under your breath and felt guilty for not having been more careful after you dropped the pan, you tip toeing over over to the bathroom you slowly open the door.

It’s stupid, he feels so stupid but can’t get himself to calm down. Considering his job you’d think loud sounds wouldn’t trigger him so why now when he’s very much in a safe environment. Suddenly he’s a kid and back in the warehouse again, the sound of the Joker scraping a crowbar across the floor.

The cold concrete, broken ribs, his laughter.

Unable to breath his legs take him to the bathroom without him even noticing. Sliding down the wall he curls up and begins to sob and hyperventilate. The cold tile reminds him of the concrete. He feels like he’s there forever.

He thinks he might here your muffled voice but he can’t tell, the ringing in his ears too loud.

He thinks he sees a figure in front of him but he can’t tell, his eyes are blurred from the tears.

His brain plays tricks on him and he begins to see the silhouette of the Joker.

“Jason”

“Jason it’s me”

“You’re safe”

It’s you.

Looking up at you slightly he whimpers out your name.

With a gentle hand you touch his hair. Finally he can make out your voice, being sure to keep yourself very calm, “Jason deep breaths, I’m here with you, it’s not real.”

It’s not real

It’s not real

It’s not real

He repeats rapidly in his head to drown out the joker’s laughter in his head.

In the madness he hears your soothing voice again, “Ground yourself, what is something you feel, or something you smell, or see, or hear”

He feels the pressure of your hand in his hair. Not the emptiness of no one there to help him.

He can smell the cinnamon candle you have burning in the bathroom. Not of filth or the metallic smell of his own blood.

He can see the soft kneeled figure of you in front of him. Not the menacing figure of the joker approaching.

Lastly he can hear your soothing voice. Not the manic laughter of that mad man.

leveling out his breathing it’s now shaky and labored as he still has to fight to control his panic. Crawling over you sit next to Jason he rests his head in your lap as you begin you run your fingers through his hair. Sitting in that silence he continues to ground himself and letting out shaky breaths.

After a little while he finds the power to joke, “hey n/n I think I can now attest that I’d be fine with dying in your arms”. You let out a laugh, what he’s been through breaks you heart but you can’t help but laugh about his humor over it, plus if you don’t laugh he might get mopey. “I’m glad I can be of comfort Jay”, he lets out a hum and sits up sniffles and whipping his now puffy eyes, “we should go get takeout cause fuck cooking man, I kinda thought that already before you got up earlier but I didn’t say it”. You push his head (with love) in reaction to what he admitted “you should’ve just said that earlier doof! and maybe could’ve saved us from from this!” you joke. Jason fake gasps, “y/n are you victim blaming me?!?” Alarmed you look at him “what no?!?!”. Jason decided to continue the dramatics, “my own partner is victim blaming me I absolutely can’t believe it… because of that you have to let me drive us to go get something to eat.” Shooting up you begin to run out of the bathroom for the car keys, “You drive and we are both dying, so no thanks!!!!”. You hear his deep chuckle as he stands up and walks up after you and meeting you at the front door. “You know I’m a great driver doll”, glaring at him you respond, “one scary one though so I’ll pass 💕”

Later that night when y’all are about to sleep

“I still can’t believe you victim blamed me 😔”

“Oh my god Jason please let it go 😭”

[galaxy-fleur]

re: Leon's longtime friend

How would his first time with them be like? if they're in the same branch of work and have worked out their feelings and all that :)

So, I kinda answered both of these with just a single post, hope it's ok! Pretty much just general thoughts here. Written with Remake-verse Leon in mind <3

When it comes to sex, honestly.... I feel like he's pretty basic with his partner, unless they suggest to try out something new to him themselves, in which case he's totally down for it. That's not at all a bad thing though, basic positions are known as basic for a reason, and that's because they feel good! I kind of feel like he'll want to be able see his partner's eyes during intercourse, so he tends to prefer something like missionary (a classic, but for good reason!), or holding his partner up against the wall if we're talking more spontaneous quickie. At least there's something good to come out of his grueling training, y'know. He's definitely the type to either rest his forehead against yours or make-out with you in the middle of fucking.

And while I actually don't think he's big on dirty talk, I do think he's actually pretty communicative with his partner. He's a bit blunt about it, but it's a good kind of blunt. Especially when your brain is all fuzzy and woozy with hormones.

Something like: 'Does this feel good?', 'You wanna switch?', 'Faster, yeah?'

He's easy to communicate with, and that makes for a really comfortable experience.

He sucks at actual dirty talk though. Please don't ask him to do that; he'll either make you laugh out loud when you two are getting rowdy and then feel horribly embarrassed about the whole ordeal, or he'll die of embarrassment attempting to mimic some awful porn dialogue he's seen beforehand. That's not to say he can't learn! You'll just have to guide him in that department. It's sweet of him to try. He'll get there with some practice. He certainly won't mind some dirty talk on your end, however. Perhaps you could teach him the basics.

And while he may not be good at dirty talk, he doesn't even need it more often than not.

When he's being genuine instead of trying to play up some role, it's hot as hell. Lots of small praises and occasional swears along with situational comments. He's also very good at giving directions and commands. Has the perfect intonation for it, too. Very curt with his words, but it honestly just makes it hotter in the heat of the moment.

Something like: 'Eyes up.' 'Lift your leg.' 'Lay back.'

Massive cowgirl lover, with his partner facing him. He folds every time his partner is the one in charge, and he wants to be able to look at them and grope at them the entire time they're doing their thing. Again, probably lots of soft praises sprinkled in here and there. And yes, that includes 'good girl/boy'. Also gets kind of whiney during cowgirl specifically. Something about just sitting back and letting go of control for a while just makes him fall apart in the best way possible. He loves it when his brain gets blissfully empty, with nothing but the other's touch being there to fill it.

I'd say another one of his favorites is sideways missionary during lazy mornings and after his assignments. When he's feeling especially tired but craves to experience that feeling of intimacy regardless. This one is reserved for lazy sex with feelings, so he gets especially soft with this one. Peppering light kisses all over and whispering sweet nothings in that raspy, drowsy voice of his. It's special in its own wonderful way.

This probably goes without saying, but Leon's a massive oral enjoyer. Primarily on the giving end, whether it's eating pussy or sucking dick. Once more, he would rather stare at his partner all the while, hence positions that allow him to do so are preferred. He gets off on his partner feeling good, so you can very well expect him to give you his all each and every time. And with him being a naturally perceptive person, it won't take him long to figure out what makes you tick the most. I'd say that... most times he has sex will include him giving oral in it. It's kinda cute, because he will get all huffy about it if you are in a hurry, and he can't enjoy himself too much.

While he does prefer giving oral, he's more than happy to be on the receiving end, too. Like I said before, being given the opportunity to just let go and not think about anything is something he definitely craves. What better way to do that than have his partner suck him off? Again, gets all whiney and breathless with it. Regardless of the taste of his own cum on your lips, he always gives you a deep thank-you kiss afterward.

On that note, he's also pretty gross. Not in a weird way or anything, but he is utterly unfazed by getting any bodily fluids on him or inside him. He'll probably just shrug and say that it's way better than sewage water or bioweapon gunk. It's hard to argue with that. And it's hot, in a way. Him being so unperturbed by leaking up whatever mess you've made. Still best to brush your teeth and take a shower afterwards, though.

And while all of this is pretty basic, it stands true that he's willing to try anything with his partner if they're a bit more adventurous and experimental. It's more about him just not knowing most of the stuff than his unwillingness to try. However, I do believe that the idea of very rough sex would lead to some problems with him. And that's something that only really happens with his s/o. He has no issue fucking a one-night stand into the mattress to get his frustrations out, knowing they're enjoying it, but if he has feelings for that person, he'll kinda feel bad about it if he gets too in the moment and misuses his strength on them. It's not impossible by any means, but he'll have to be eased into it a bit. The last thing he wants is to hurt the one person he strives to protects the most. It's a difficult dichotomy for him to overcome. But with care and effective communication, anything is possible!

I also don't think he would enjoy getting choked. For obvious reasons.

His sex life is honestly very different depending on who he's having sex with. For example, I'd say he's actually a huge doggy style enjoyer with casual hookups, but with his partner, he'll automatically prefer something that will let him look them in the face directly. Both feel good in different ways.

In terms of his style of fucking and how loud or quiet he is, I don't see him moaning in a pornographic way or anything, but he's also not completely silent. Although I do think he actually made that mistake early on in his life because he had this popular misconception that men being vocal during sex is somehow weird. So he was stiff as hell and trying to stay quiet with his first couple of partners. It's why I think that his first couple of times sucked ass for both parties involved.

He doesn't figure it out until he has a partner who goes all: 'hold the fuck up, why are you stiff as a wooden pole and trying to be quiet?? I wanna hear you feel good?'

And he goes: '....wait, you do?'

I'll just say that rookie Leon experienced his fair share of learning curves.

Once more, I believe it all depends on the type of sex he is having and with whom. Your typical, everyday fucking session? Rough pants waffling over your ear, occasional grunts and groans when he feels real good. The deep, rumbly ones that emanate directly from the middle of his chest. These noises are hot as hell, especially when he is pressed up flush against you, and you can literally feel the vibrations. Will probably either gasp or let out a choked groan when he cums, but it'll be muffled. Either by kissing his partner or by pressing his face against their shoulder.

He's noticeably more vocal when it's an emotionally charged intimacy, especially if he's pent-up with emotions. If he wants this person, for more than their body and fun personality, everything just feels that much more intense. (on that note, I do think his hookups are chosen on more than just him finding someone hot physically, he actually has to enjoy their company to wanna stick his dick into them, and he does care about his casual partners too. He's not just having sex without caring for the needs of the one he's having sex with.) More than anything, Leon wants to feel wanted, and while he's fine with someone just wanting his body and status - hell, he even seeks out that sort of physical comfort - being touched by and being wanted like that by someone who he has an emotional attachment to? Oh, he's in a completely different headspace here. Lots of breath hitches and an occasional muffled 'mmh' noises from him during foreplay. That's because he'll find himself attempting to hold back a little.

Shaky breaths and moans poured into the kisses. If he's the one giving oral, will full out whine and growl against you because you feeling good because of him just turns him on that much. Actually moans out and gets a bit chatty if he's the one getting head. He'll sorta hold back at first, but will have his head thrown back and prolonged moans and groans leaving his lips soon after. Along with a strings of: 'fuck, just like that', or 'you feel so fucking good', or, if you find a particularly weak spot of his, a sharp gasp followed by 'oh God!' And your name sprinkled in there, too.

When it comes to actual intercourse, once again: sharp pants and an occasional rumbly groan. But this time he'll probably either be looking into your eyes or having your foreheads touching, so every noise is kinda that much more intense with that. He'll also kiss... a lot, and will straight up moan out into these kisses. In a somewhat higher pitch as well. Will probably chant your name before cumming. Which sounds hot as hell and probably have you get close just by hearing that. Once more, will most likely cum while kissing you.

Leon's pretty big on communicating through touch, though he is probably more subtle about it than his OG counterpart would be. I genuinely think he's way more obvious about him wanting to fuck than he thinks he is, once you figure him out. Will keep staring at you like a cat almost without as much as blinking. (Which is... a bit creepy, but don't tell him that bc he'll get self-conscious about it ☹). Will persist in attempting to touch you in some way, whether it's fumbling with the belt loop of your jeans or keeping a hand on your lower back wherever you go, for no apparent reason. Overall just acting real clingy.

As you're cooking, he might approach you to wrap his arms around your waist and plant feather-light kisses from your jawline down the side of your neck, which would eventually grow into hot, open-mouthed kisses. Or him putting a hand on your thigh as you're seating on the couch (or maybe at a meeting if we're feeling extra frisky here) and kneading at it gently before tilting his head to press a kiss to your lips that, too, turns more heated once it starts. Sometimes, though, he will just be honest about it. Like when you're making out in the kitchen and he just pulls back and says: '...Bedroom'.

Leon's also great at aftercare. A bit too great sometimes, because he tends to focus solely on you, so make sure to pamper him, too! Will have you all nice and cleaned up with you not having to lift a finger. Even with a snack offered to you as a bonus. His favorite is taking a bath together, if you're feeling up to it, though. Something about the soft intimacy of it just makes his heart feel warm.

[planete777]

getting high with lando and u somehow end up on his lap and u kinda accidentally grind down on him and he moans and says that feels rlly good and ur just like yeah? and u end up riding him

I WANNA RIDE・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI, getting high (as per), p in v unprotected sex (practise safe sex guys!!), semi public sex, riding, a little bit of body worship, high!lando x reader being hot (as per pt. 2)

NOTE. anon prbly wanted this as a small thought post, but i had to write a proper fic coz planete.exe 404 error: BRAINROTTING! so plz enjoy my first ever smut (sorry if it sucks i tried), and remember, don't get high!! or do wtv u please.... ok bye 🫶

SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any thoughts, scenarios, requests etc about high!lando 🤍

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all in the name of needed getaways, y/n and lando find themselves in the aforementioned's car, basking just behind the local park, where the sunset could perform best. clocks are just shy of 7pm, the wind a couple of degrees cooler than hours prior, and sitting in their adjacent seats with doors wide open, both lando and y/n have lit and inhaled their spliffs by second nature.

lando's beyond glad that the vehicle is out of plain sight, veiled by thick trees and bushes, because he was completely struck, dazed with not a thought in mind, and the sight would make a journalist's field day. yet, it's the thrill that keeps him flippant to all seriousness and discretion. the presence of y/n, uncaring and completely liberal in nature, gives him a second identity to just let it all go and succumb to the skewed vision and thrumming fingertips.

seats reclined by a bit, lando's foot rests just below the dashboard, y/n the same but with both instead, and lando can't feel a thing.

it's light conversation that carries the mood, punctuated by the aux that y/n has complete control over, and the rest of the world simmers away as they let the high take them before the ombres of the sky. it gets chiller, and it knocks y/n into partial sobriety slamming her side of the door shut.

"shut the door, lan', it's fucking cold now."

he groans, "nah, can't move."

he hears her sigh, mumbling a disappointed 'dickhead' beneath her breath, and he smiles before zoning out again. a few seconds of shuffling commences, then weighted friction lands so heavily on his thighs that it excavates a vehement puff of air out of him, red eyes snapping open. he can't say anything, not when y/n leans to grab the door shut and grinds on him with so much force that it has to be intentional.

lando knows he accomodated a semi throughout the whole car ride. something about seeing his best friend in her element turns him on so much that he could probably cum untouched.

but now, he feels too much, there's pressure on his dick, accompanied by warmth only y/n could emanate, and the moan that flies out of him rumbles in his chest.

"fuck, that feels good."

y/n freezes as she settles again, but then she's smirking, and no matter how more shut than open his eyes are, he can see it blatantly.

"yeah?" her voice sounds light and airy, and it runs lando mad.

"mhm." his chest is heaving up and down with a quickened velocity, and he feels far from being at the peace he was just seconds before.

the girl leans in, lips tracing along the skin of his neck with a phantom touch, and lando can feel every single inch of his resolve melt away. his hands rest on her hips, teasing a slip beneath her hoodie, and he squeezes, hard.

she goes higher, and higher, stopping at his ear, "let me ride you."

then it's all gone. composure complete in lack, his hand reaches up to her nape and slams her lips against his for a gratifying kiss. his eagerness is matched instantaneously, y/n combing her hands through lando's curls and tugging so hard that he nearly fears that some would rip out of their roots.

nothing amounts to the all encompassing sensation of y/n everywhere. her grinding turns more frantic, and he pushes her down hastily, hands crawling upon the skin of her back.

"get your dick in me, lan'," she says, with no room for more words, and he does just that, welding their lips together again as he fumbles with the knot of his joggers.

y/n finds a way to free herself of her hoodie, leaving her in nothing but her bra, and lando, pushing down to free his hard, aching dick, expresses his distaste for that.

"take it off, y/n."

she's smirking, and lando's losing it even more, "what? you're gonna suck them out here?"

he almost finds it offensive that she doesn't think he'll worship her anywhere. public be fucking damned, he'd be at her mercy whenever he could.

"and you'll fucking love it."

"damn right."

just as she unclips her bra, she grabs lando's dick, and, unprecedentedly, sheaths herself in.

everything is hot. god, he can't do anything but moan and moan again, shutting his eyes and going completely limp. it doesn't deter y/n, in fact, her wet, tight cunt squeezes and grinds upon lando's dick without mercy and the pleasure that soars through him burns and tickles.

"oh fuck fuck fuck," lando's mouth rains profanities, and as he goes to open his eyes, y/n moans and they roll back shut again. he's red all over, feels his t-shirt sticking to his skin with sweat, and the girl keeps on bouncing and grinding. he can't survive with it on, and so he yanks it off, coming skin-to-skin with y/n's naked chest.

"fuck lan'."

she can say nothing more, and neither can he, his hips thrusting upwards to meet hers. she lets out a high pitched moan, and lando's ears ring as he brings his hands up to cup her breasts. they fill them so perfectly, and his mouth waters like it aches for honey, attaching it to her left nipple and sucking it like he was running mad. he's drunk off her essence, a complete goner, and y/n throws her head back as her grinds slow down.

"feels so fucking good."

she's so deep in euphoria that she's on the verge of tears, and lando decides to let himself do the work, grabbing her hips and grinding upwards frantically.

the car smells sharply of sex, humid and steaming up the windows, and y/n hazily complements the scent with a drag of weed, eyes rolling back, and mouth puffing out pouts of smoke and moans. she feels the knot tighten in her gut and her toes curl just as lando sloppily licks wet kisses up her chest and neck, then into her mouth.

the kiss is barely one, filled with clashing teeth and the exchange of sighs, but lando keeps their mouth attached, sneaking a hand into hers to steal the spliff. y/n lets him, jaw slackened and too tired to engage in the tangle of tongues either.

"fuck, i'm cumming— shit shit shit!"

"cum with me y/n, cum on my dick," lando slurs out, taking the roll into his mouth before inhaling and exhaling the white smoke. his dick spasms sporadically, sensitive and completely throbbing as he spurts right into y/n's cunt, feeling her own coat and pool at the base of his dick.

they can barey ride down their high, exhausted and completely satiated, and all y/n can do is rest her head on lando's shoulder, rubbing her hands up and down his chest as he does the same.

[haveihitanerve]

I figured that I would actually provide the source material to the stuff im commenting on, so uh yeah, here ya go, more SFTH nonsense with my thoughts bc you guys actually seem to care and enjoy them strangely enough???

anyway yeah, you know the drill, dont care about my dumb little lizard brain squeals of joy, dont click the keep reading button bc its a lot lol :)

those of you who do(thanks) and continue!!!-

“One of you… is hosting a party…” Luke looking between them like ‘who tf is gonna move’ while AJ is literally already half out of his chair because he knows they’re gonna make him do it-(literally a quote from Tom[not verbatim but close] “we always make AJ guess, because he… has the most trouble with it, and thats a joy”)anyway-

Sam’s eyebrow raise at Tom across the stage

“Balding” whoever said that- i love you. Sam, of course, volunteers, he’ll never pass up an opportunity to rag on one of his besties and we love him for it

His grin, once again across stage, to Tom

“Vampire bugs bunny.” toms face- and Luke immediately pointing it out

“He can do Bugs Bunny, I cannot.” “you can do bugs bunny cant you” help the fact that they just know  all this ahhhhh <333333

“Oh shit, Which means I’m balding…” don't lie tom you cant wait to annoy AJ with this

“What do you want Luke to be?” Tom you evil evil genius

“This is for giving him balding-” don't act like its karma Tom this is all you ever wanted

“Someone who’s convinced he’s tall.” whoever said that, marry me- you're hilarious and clearly have good taste if you're at this show

Luke also laughing at the joke is a joy

Tom pacing as Luke takes control again, literally grinning giddily with excitement ugh they clearly love what they do so much and its so pure

Toms smile at “yay!” idk its just pretty

Aj idk what kind of accent this is but im loving it

But tf were those hand movements- are we wrapping presents? 

Ok even he broke at it, and sam was grinning- luke laughed, very nice

So im not a big bugs bunny person but even i can kinda catch on to what sams trying to do- very clever, im soooo many levels of curious to know if aj can guess it

“Carrot” !!!!!!he said CARROT!!!! YAY close

Tom crossing the stage to enter from the same door as Sam-honestly i cant with their stagecraft anymore help-

Also the doorbell is soooo much higher for tom than it was for sam- sams was at his chest, toms was above his head anyway

“Careful.” AJs glance up into the cosmos to figure out what tf that means and how its a hint

Toms doing great job of being insecure about his hair, loving it, and the audience is eating this up

“This guy sucks and i should know about that” AJ’s frozen face of fear because what is he trying to tell me, quick what does that mean- oh shit im screwed-

“Other front door.” yep! Theres the stagecraft comment- Tom dodged it quite obviously but Luke had to go for the joke

PFFFFFF oh wow Luke is doing a brilliant job of being tall, truly

“I was just looking in the mirror and I couldn't see him behind me.” oh i completely forgot about the vampire bit- thank you tom-

Also sam helping him out with the “ting!’ is great, we love to see them helping each other (for once lol)

“All of the characters of the looney tunes” oh aj so close

“Uh, the bunny one.” “oh please no!” XD NOOOO AJ!!! COME ON!!! I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!!!

Luke breaking as well for it is the best 

Aj having to turn to look at him like “why did you let him choose this character- idk who this is.” 

“..lots of creatures” Luke literally folds, as Sam does the classic disappointed covering his face with one hand and tom has to walk away, classic

The way they join behind AJ like moral support kills me-

“Oh no you're really annoying me you're really---*expectant waiting* [bugging me]” nope aj is lost “fuckin-” now sam has to walk away LMAOOO

TOM LITERALLY ALMOST WALKING OFF STAGE IS INSANE

“Its like surveillance” aj- please, im begging you- we’re all begging you- go. simple. 

“Its called they piss you off.” Luke walking to the front of the stage so that everyone can see his disappointed head hang is crazy

“BUGS!!!” LADIES AND GENTLEMEN HES DONE IT AGAIN!!!! 

Oh no… oh no, aj please- please get it- please

“Bugs bunny.” YEAH!!!! YES YAY WOOHOO!!! HES DONE IT!!!!

Tom finally getting his moment to bring up his excellent addition- “its so crazy, i couldn't see him behind me in the mirror.” also walking to the front of the stage, thats gonna be a pattern

SAM LITERALLY KISSING AJ ON HIS BALD HEAD OMG IM GONNA CRY OF CUTENESS WHATTTTTT

MY HEART

“Hey my bald friend over here,” yess!!! Two in one!!! Nice work!!!

“Thats  your quirk.” man has never been so insulted in his l i f e 

Tom shrugging in answer as AJ smiles in disbelief is amazing

“I've got a pretty good angle.” while looking at the floor is what gives me life luke never change

“Is it like me ten years ago?” luke and tom both breaking at that- also, side note, they've known each other ten years to bring it up casually and have witnessed aj balding- moving on

Tom literally having to hug AJ after he guesses right XD i adore these little fucks so much

“You are so buff right now man.” Aj confused as to if this is real or…??? “Ok-?” laughs. oh these ridiculous goobers

“Fat friend.” wrong- wrong direction dude- up, not sideways🤭 so close

“All through this” still looking down, gestures to the space above his head that does not have body as much as he would like it to be

Luke having a breakdown on stage about an issue that he genuinely gets ragged on so much for- im losing my mind omfg-

“Tiny giant.” luke losing it again- and i gotta say thats a pretty nice way to describe it, i think he gets the point

Tom leaned forward in anticipation, the cutest smile on his face, sam leaned back, trepidatious 

“Im really- Im not *moves to the front of the stage and yells at the audience* tiny okay???” lukes loosing it niow

“Its very funny isn't it?” oh no, hes pacing and breaking the fourth wall- oh no

“Cause hes tall-” Tom perking up, “oh look! Im being included back in the sketch!” “and hes a normal height!” AJ isn't even bothering to think anymore, just enjoying the show

“Hes only 5’10” yes!!! Call him out Luke!!!

“And yet somehow Im a fucking short guy!!!” i just love the other three dudes expression in this scene, just pure delight at Luke finally snapping(albeit jokingly) and being like ‘yeah… tough luck’

Also, love Luke casually including the people no longer in the sketch back into it just to make a point and call out his legitimate grievances, love it

“Im not short!” oh now hes back in it ok-

“I don't know if im talking to a character or luke right now-” Tom and Sam breaking before he even finishes the sentence lol

“I don't know either.” oh poor baby XD

“Luke,” genuinely starts to address him by his actual name, gods i love them- he was about to legitimately comfort him before sam came in- i know it(or insult him further but like wtv, same thing lol)

“Connnn-vict!” Luke trying to speak and then giving up- AJ!!! Vince! Not Vikt!!!

YAYYY!!!! HE DID IT!!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this segment of me losing my mind about SFTH and their incredible bromance and also humor, thanks for tuning in, see you next time(maybe, if you guys still want it lol)!

@dawn-speckled you wanted it last time, hope you want it still??? anyway, thanks for reading, it means a lot, and byebye 👋

[salty-an-disco]

What chapters would you say are your favourite characterisations for each of the voices? I ask because a lot of the way they act is very much based on what chapter they’re in :3c

Ooooohhh, that's a good one…… I take all the different ways they're portrayed in these chapters in consideration to inform different facets of them, but if I were to choose a favorite, let's see–

Contrarian: As much as I like seeing their more spiteful side in Fury and Apotheosis, and their line readings in Razor is fucking top-notch, nothing can beat the character arc they go through in Stranger for me. It's just. so good. Love this clown who's full of resentment and guilt <3

Cheated: Torn between Cage and Wraith…… Wraith, because seeing her bond with Cold over their mutual hatred for the narrator is just so fun, and how she goes about suggesting throwing Wraith in the pit ("Fuck those two. Let's flip the table!" how Contrarian of you Cheated) is just incredible to me. But I also really like how Cage shows that as sympathetic as Cheated can be, she can still fall into doing cruel things just to assert control over her circumstances, even to her own detriment. That's some good stuff.

Skeptic: EotN Skeptic, my beloved…… I feel like after pris-cut, people started focusing too much on Cage for Skeptic's characterization. Which doesn't feel fair, when that's him at his most stressed and desperate to cling to any semblance of control. It's still a very interesting look into his character, but people seem to be taking that as his default, and not him in dire circumstances. In Eye of the Needle, though, Skeptic is much calmer and even friendly, trying to gas Stubborn up to get him to help. He has a theory and a very simple set of circumstances to test, and even seems a bit excited to test it. Also shout out to Den Skeptic, the moment when he realizes the Princess is more than just a moment is everything to me. He's got low empathy, but he tries to be fair to others <3

Smitten: Sighs, really wish we got to see more of him, really feels like out of anyone, his character is really underexplored, which is a shame. Character-wise, though, gotta give it to Burned Grey. He's just…… so fucking devastated, lashing out at everyone around him, and the way he quickly switches up the moment we see the princess aikskkdmdk This chapter is what really shows where Smitten's priorities are to me. Her safety. Her happiness. At the expense of anyone and anything, even himself. And if he has to hurt, to burn alive, to get to it, he will.

Stubborn: Listen…… the way he managed to have such good chemistry with Adversary despite never speaking to her directly is just sijsjddjjdjdjf SO GOOD SIKSKDKJDKFJ. And I love, LOOOOOVE how he isn't the cliché 'ew, emotions' kinda tough guy. No, he feels, and he feels STRONGLY, you can even get him and Ada to sob in this route I'm just simskjdmdjjdjfj THEM!!!

Broken: Call me a contrarian (heh), but I love seeing Broken getting worse and doubling down on his devotion lol. It's more engaging, OK? And how spiteful and even mean he gets in Tower-Fury is just so good akmskkdmmdjdjd

Hunted: Den with Skeptic…… Just. Seeing this lil guy who was so so afraid of Beast finally get to understand her, to connect to her, and be the one urging you to reach out to her is SO GOOD. Also, the ending where you end up trapped under the rocks with her, when Hunted realizes there's no escape, and it just says it'll lay down and rest for a moment…… OUGH.

Opportunist: Gotta go with Wraith for him too aikskdjdjdjdis Not only is him hilarious there, but also surprisingly competent??? He actually manages to successfully suck up to the princess here???? The surprise factor of it matched with just how funny he is really bumped him up for me when I first saw this version of the route lol

Cold: Another one where their own route just can't be beaten to me akmskddmxmdm. I just love how even after murdering her in cold blood and suggesting we try to kill her again, Cold still gets along with the Princess so well. I also just really like his insights in this route when you decide to free her, about where does a world ends and another begins. It just goes to show how detached he is from reality. (Also, him casually insulting the Narrator every other sentence is just too good lol).

Paranoid: Apotheosis……… What I think is interesting though, is that while on the outside, it looks like Paranoid is 'winning' here, I think she's never been losing it more. She just confirmed that there are no fucking rules. This world is whatever they think it can be. And for someone with a lot of intrusive thoughts (no, it isn't Cold who's 'intrusive thoughts personified', stop calling him that, it's medically inaccurate and honestly insulting to people who actually suffer from intrusive thoughts), the mere idea of it is TERRIFYING. And I think she reaizes that just as they go to that epic fight, which is why she laughs like that, and why the fall is so hard on her and immediately makes her back down and feel like everything's doomed again. For a person full of delusions and intrusive thoughts, the construct is a fucking nightmare world (pun intended).

Hero: Now, for him, I just can't choose one route for his characterization. Out of all the voices, I think he's the most important one to really take into account how he can act in each route when characterizing him. I love his complexities and different facets so much, I made them into a plural system wkmsdmdkdmd he's just. sighs. Hero, my beloved <3

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

ngl kinda curious what happens if mc gets shipped with one of the nobles more often than the kings instead?

You know the AO3 ship popularity chart? Let's say they did one of those for the "child of Solomon" fandom.

Mod Jjok: The most popular ship with Mc for this month is... Mc x Sitri! With over 20k words in the longest running fanfiction on the ship reaching peak popularity in the middle of the month!

Dantalian: Sitri? Isn't that his majesty Satan's blood bag?

Glasylabolas: It turns out he has a name.

Paimon: I think this must be mistakeeeeen. I just recently wrote in collaboration with Astaroth a 25k words fanfic about Mc x Satan

Eligos: Oh, I mass-reported that one. I would apologise about that, but demons can't lie

Paimon: You're so sillyyyyy

Paimon: You just lost cuteness session priveledgessss

Eligos: :'(

Eligos: It was for the greater good of Tartaros

Bimet: Very noble of you, Eligos

Dantalian: Bimet! You fucking bitch, where's my MC body pillow????

Eligos: @Dantalian please take this in private we don't vibe with this negative energy here

Dantalian: Speak for yourself, I vibe with it!

Gamigin: Guys, what happened????? I was asleep, it's like 5 AM in here.

Gamigin: HOLY FUCK

Gamigin: How did Sitri of all people win????

Paimon: I mean, he's not that baaaaaaad

Gamigin: 20k words isn't even that long! How?!

Gamigin: I think we all have to come together to break the two up

Gamigin: Sitri is a common enemy and we shall stop him!

Dantalian: I'm sharpening my knife as we speak.

Gamigin: His Majesty Lucifer said I'm not allowed to leave Paradise Lost :'(

Dantalian: And?

Gamigin: And ... what?

Dantalian: He's not your dad! Even if he was, you don't have to listen to him. Do you think I listen to everything his majesty Asmodeus tells me to do? No. He may be my dad and my king, but I am in control of my own future.

Glasylabolas: Preach brother, preach

Gamigin: But I don't want to go against Lucifer's orders

Dantalian: Pussy

Glasylabolas: Pussy

Dantalian: First! Suck it old man!

Gamigin: Wait, doesn't Paimon live in the same country as Sitri?????

Gamigin: @Paimon, dearest, could you please kill Sitri for us? At least tranquillise him or something. Make sure he doesn't move anymore.

Paimon: I'm not murdering Sitri over thisssss

Paimon: I'll just ask him if it's true he's dating Mccccc

Dantalian: I think we should vote on Sitri's fate

Glasylabolas: Absolutely. I am for democracy.

Dantalian: Knife or gun death?

Glasylabolas: I prefere knife. Gun's make everything messier. How am I supposed to get arroused by a pile of guts?

Dantalian: Ask Ronové or Phenix and they'll tell you

Dantalian: I once saw Ronové remove an angel's intenstines and fucking them

Eligos: That's why nobody wants to visit Abaddon.

Dantalian: In his defence, it was kind of hot

Glasylabolas: I can imagine

Glasylabolas: I should call Ronové again...

Dantalian: He charges for one night stands now cause Abaddon lost its health care recently

Gamigin: Yeah, Morax told me about how you started getting curious about his eye hole.

Dantalian: I don't even blame Ronové for that one. I'm also curious what happens if you cum down someone's eye socket.

Paimon: Ok guyssssss

Paimon: I talked with himmmm

Paimon: It turns out that he just had a lot of black tea recently and wrote 20k words in a dayyyyy

Paimon: And a lot of people read it because Asteroth recomended it on his bloggggg

Dantalian: ah, yeah, shipping

Dantalian: Asmodeus x Mc for the win

Eligos: In your dreams

Dantalian: Yes. I do dream about that often.

Dantalian: I don't even know why y'all care so much for Mc's sex life

Dantalian: Having sex with only one partner is boring

Gamigin: Keep your shitty opinions to yourself.

Dantalian: Only if you make me

Eligos: I'm going to mass report it

Gamigin: I already did <3

Sitri: All of you are so mean

[Mod Jjok stopped comments on this post]

[subskz]

Who in skz will be sad that you don't like giving oral and who are ok with it? Maybe if you're just the type to kiss all over it as you give them a handjob but never take it in your mouth or sometimes suck on just the tip just to tease them even it's not your biggest interest who in skz will beg for more and who is mlt like it this way

-💙

oh this is a fun question!! i listed them in the order of most to least <3

seungmin - he doesn’t mind at all! i think seungmo would already be kinda awkward abt receiving head sometimes, he just can’t really shake the feeling that it’s so dirty of him to ask that of you; having your mouth on his most intimate spot and hearing his body make all those embarrassing wet noises. even when it feels amazing, his fretting over whether his taste and hygeine are okay for you might make it a lil harder for him to enjoy it fully anyway, so he’s perfectly fine not receiving it. he’d much rather do smth you both take pleasure in

chan - channie is 100% ready to accept it! he’d be a bit sad bc he admittedly loves the feeling of ur mouth around him, it makes his brain melt faster than anything else and gets the sweetest sounds out of him. but he also feels kinda shy and guilty abt asking for head in general. he’s a big giver at heart who cares abt pleasing you first, so he’s pretty content w you not being into it! it’s far more important to him that you’d actually like it. pressing playful kisses to his dick while jerking him off would make him sooo weak and giggly, he’d be the cutest mess if u did

lino - if you’re not giving head, and he’s not giving head…then who’s flying the plane? hehe but as spoiled as lino might pretend to be, he has a love/hate relationship w receiving oral bc it’s one of the most vulnerable positions he could be in. being completely at the mercy of your tongue and teeth makes it impossible for him to stay composed and it embarrasses him how fast he crumbles. so if it’s not smth you take much pleasure in, he’d have no issue w you not going down on him! he’s secretly very willing to give you head instead…this man loves to use his mouth

felix - i think lix is pretty easygoing when it comes to sex, he’s just happy getting to experience it w you. a lot of the time he’s so eager for u to try new things on him that he isn’t even thinking that much abt whether or not you’d give him oral. he might be a lil sad bc…he likes to he pampered a bit hehe. it feels really good and he loves the intimacy of it but he also wouldn’t dream of asking you for it if you’re not interested. there’s plenty of other ways for you to feel good together! like channie, i think he’d go crazy for u pressing little kisses to his dick to tease him

jeongin - innie is a simple boy…if it feels good, he likes it! there’s lots of reasons why oral feels so good to him, it makes him so pliant so fast and nothing thrills him like you pushing his hips down to still him when he squirms under your mouth. but he’s another one who’s kinda shy abt receiving oral…a lot of the time he’d be hiding behind his hands or having trouble fully relaxing bc he’s so self-conscious abt whether or not you’re enjoying it too. as much as he might crave it, knowing that it’s not smth you’re super into is enough for him to be okay without it

binnie - he is a bit sadder than most of the other boys bc he admittedly goes crazy for the feeling, there’s just smth even more mind-numbing to him abt the control you have over your mouth and tongue when giving him head. sweet binnie is also quite the giver though, he really loves pleasing you and hearing your praises when he does well, so he’d never be truly upset abt not being on the receiving end of pleasure. he might shyly ask you if you could suck on the tip while stroking his dick, just to add those lil addictive bursts of pleasure that make him cum extra fast

hyunjin - hyune is a very passionate lover!! he’s not selfish by any means, but he can be very needy when he fully lets go w you, very desperate to feel you in every way. i think he’d be the most likely to get a bit insecure abt you not being interested in giving oral. he might worry that it’s bc there’s smth wrong w him, that you don’t want to be intimate w him, all kinds of silly thoughts like that. he’d need reassurance that it’s got nothing to do w him, it’s simply not smth you’re that into in general. he’ll be a lil wistful at first bc his romantic heart wants that mutual adoration, but he’d feel much worse asking for smth ur not very interested in, so he doesn’t beg too much for it

jisung - poor hannie…he’s a bit heartbroken. i think he’d love receiving head the most out of all the boys, sometimes he needs it even more than being inside you. he tries not to be greedy but he can’t help but feel so desperate to have your mouth around him, he’s not above begging for it. he’d never want to guilt you though, as whiny as he can be, he fully understands why it’s not your thing and feels a lil pathetic for wanting it so badly. he’d be so grateful if you would tease him a bit w your mouth when giving him a handjob, esp if you wrapped your lips around his dick right when he’s abt to cum and kissed his release back into his mouth <3

[bezslutpiercing]

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Shared good ch.1 bez/academy, 2.8k words

They are a bit tipsy, chatting about complete nonsense and sex.

And Bez is laying with his head on Luca’s lap and his legs over Pecco’s.

And Bez is thinking how they all had their fun with him one way or the other, and they are now discussing sex, and kinks and shit like that because that’s what they always do.

It’s Luca that brings it up, understably so, freshly divorced and not used to being alone in certain moments, same situation going on for Pecco, even though he never got to the wedding day, because the guilt of lying to Dudi about his sexuality was eating him alive.

“Do you know what free use is Marco?”

Pecco chokes on his drink like Franky, and Bez raises his head to look at him.

“Kinda? I am not sure tho” “I think you’d be the perfect fit for it, don’t you guys?” “I can bet my car he’d love that” “Mig come on, think bigger, I’d bet my house”

Franky gets elbowed in the ribs by Pecco, who’s still red from Luca’s question before.

“Care to explain why you’re betting so much on me?” “It’s about sex, that I think you know” “No shit Sherlock” “You get to be ours, we can fuck you, finger you, have you blow us, fill you up and you have to always be ready to take us, wouldn’t you like that?” “Practically like you already do but instead of you choosing when you want one of us we take control, so you don’t even have to use your brain and tire it” “Franco you are rude to our Bez today” “I’m honest, am I not?”

Pecco blushes again, Cele has barely looked over to them, too focused on keeping his thoughts in check, because if he listened to his will he’d jump over where Bez and Luca are talking and make out with both of them.

“So I’d be like a toy to you? Whenever you want to you fuck me?” “Yeah”

He gets up from his position, turning towards Pecco, staring at him in his eyes. 

He stares for a few seconds, before scooting closer.

“What do you say Franci? Would you like that? Have me ready whenever?” “Mhmh” “You get so blushy it’s adorable”

He then turns towards Mig and Franky, pointing at both of them, repeating the question.

“Fuck yeah” “I’d be fucking crazy to say no”

Cele holds his gaze for something like two second, then he nods harshly and whispers “yes”

Luca is last, his stupidly blue eyes watching every move Bez makes, urging him on to ask, but his question to him is different than that to others.

“When do you want to start with this?” “So you accept?” “Of course I do, free sex and always available? It’s a dream” “What about tomorrow?”

Pecco’s eyes widen, like yeah he’s fucking thrilled at the idea but starting the day AFTER they agreed to it it’s - woah.

Bez looks over to him, as if he’s asking if it’s ok tomorrow, and Pecco nods, as all the others do, and Bez can feel Pecco’s hard on through his jeans.

Before he can talk to him though, Pecco gets up and goes back to his room, and pretty quickly it’s only him and Luca still on the couch. Luca has this undecipherable smirk on his face, he probably wanted to propose this thing before, and he knew Bez would be down for it.

“Oh look, it’s midnight” “So our little agreement just started right?” “Yes Marco” “Do you want something from me?” 

Bez starts teasing Luca through his jeans, tracing with his finger the outline of his dick, slowly.

“Suck me off”

Bez climbs down the couch and slides on the floor, knees against the carpet as he unzips Luca’s jeans and tugs both those and the boxers down to free his dick. Marco can’t lie, it’s always a sight, Luca is big, and apart from that, he’s really good at everything, when he fucks his mouth Bez thinks he could suffocate and not care cause it’s so hot he’d be glad to die from that.

He opens his mouth and swallows him almost completely, making Luca throw his head back with a groan, and immediately tug at Bez’s hair, pushing him down more, just to remind him it’s him the one who holds the power. Not the other way around, then he lets go and Bez starts bobbing his head up and down, a few tears already forming in the corner of his eyes.

Luca moves his hips up, choking Bez on his dick, keeping him there, and Bez doesn’t complain, he likes that, the feeling of air getting taken away from him, the feeling of not having an ounce of control over what’s happening, and Luca knows, so he lets him choke on it,  tightening the hold in his hair and moaning his name. Bez looks up at Luca, almost daring him to do that again.

“I want to fuck your pretty mouth Marco can I?”

Bez lets go of his dick, coughing a bit at it sliding out his mouth.

“Yeah, yes you can” “Good boy”

The younger opens his mouth again, staring at Luca directly in the eyes, and takes out his tongue, while Luca stands up and pushes his dick in, holding his head still as he starts fucking his mouth, a rough pace from the beginning, his fingers tugging at Bez’s hair, keeping a steady and fast pace as Bez keeps on gagging on his cock, making such an unholy sound he’s sure the others will come downstairs check what the hell is going on.

Luca can’t keep his own moans at bay, because Marco is just too good and he’s just too horny for what they talked about.

Free use Bez. Basically a dream come true.

“I’m going - fuck- to come down your throat yeah? You better get used to this Marco, I’ll do this every fucking time I need to get off”

Bez moans, sending shivers down his dick, and Luca laughs.

“You can’t fucking wait for us to treat you like that can you? Make you our pretty personal whore so you can get fucked and filled up anytime?”

Bez moans again, palming himself through his sweatpants, at this point his tears are falling from his eyes uncontrolled, and Luca finds him extremely hot.

He chokes a bit when eventually Luca finally comes down his throat, the bitter taste of his release quickly going away.

Luca pulls out, pulling his clothes back on, and making Bez stand up to kiss him harshly, pushing his hand down his pants, past the waistband of his boxers, and starts stroking his dick, already half covered in precum, slowly stroking faster and faster, still making out with him to shut his moans up a bit, as Bez feels his legs trembling as the orgasm comes closer, almost collapsing once he gets his release, Luca barely holding him up as he stains his boxers with cum.

“Go shower Marco, I don’t think the others would appreciate finding you all sticky tomorrow” “You can come shower with me if you want Lu” “I would, but I really want to sleep so I’m sorry I’m not fucking you tonight” “Boring”

Luca rolls his eyes and pulls Bez in for a kiss, then lets him go, and as he turns to walk towards his room he gives him a light slap on the ass, making Bez yelp a little.

When Bez goes back to his room and locks the door he’s honestly happy, he likes this idea, even if from an outside perspective it may be dehumanizing almost, but getting almost used like that…yeah no one will hear him regret his decision.

But he really wanted Luca to fuck him, damned be his tiredness because he was really feeling it tonight.

Well, too bad for him Bez thinks, he'll get off alone, he’s got plenty of toys so he doesn’t have to rely solely on his hands and fingers.

He gets on the bed and gets naked, opens one of his drawers, takes out a blue box and opens it, then he grabs the lube as well.

He squirts a bit on his fingers and then pushes one inside his hole, slowly, just to feel it getting in till the knuckle, moving pretty quickly because he’s horny and he doesn’t give a fuck if he’s not stretched enough to take it.

In a matter of a few minutes he’s adding a second finger, scissoring them slightly, already looking for the prostate, finding it after just one try, moaning against the hand he’s got covering his mouth.

“Ah fuck yes god”

Bez keeps cursing, then he adds a third finger and he knows from then on it's a matter of not even a minute before he’s gonna use his toy to get his release.

He thinks how hot it will be, when one of the guys will just drag him to a not so secluded corner to rail him and leave him stretched and ready for the others to take their turn. Or maybe just straight up fuck him in a place where the others can see them, or maybe even two of the boys wanting him at the same time.

“fuck fuck”

He takes the dildo out of the box, it’s one he bought not long ago, purposefully using Mig’s credit card just to get him horny and angry once he found out and get fucked in his motorhome in Sepang.

It’s not exaggeratedly big, he didn’t really check the length when buying it, but judging by sight it shouldn’t be more than what he’s used to.

He pushes the toy in and immediately starts thrusting it in and out trying t get his release as soon as possible, he is stroking his dick simultaneously to the pace he’s fucking himself with, and pleasure is reigning over his brain, he wants to come, and he wants to do that as soon as possible because it’s already late and they’ve all got training the next morning, and he can’t be tired it the guys decide they want him during the day.

Yes this agreement is probably the best thing he could’ve hoped for, he knows how each of them fucks, how rough or considerate they are, where they place their hands and what they like. He arches his back and moans a little louder than before, he can’t help it, he’s so close.

And that’s when he hears the door to his room swing open and shut close behind whoever just got in, he can’t make him out in the dark.

“Enjoying yourself Marco?”

Franky. He whimpers as he pulls out the toy, patting the place beside him on the bed, as the older one turns on the bedside lamp on the other side of the bed.

“Wanna help me? Luca said he was tired” “Oh so I’m the second choice” “If you stuck around earlier you could’ve been the first” “Mh really?”

Franky gets on the bed, Bez panting and so close to his orgasm, looking at him begging for his help.

“Don’t just watch do something please” “Since you ask so politely”

Franky gets his shirt off, Bez enjoying the view as Franky gets his pants and boxers off as well.

Once he’s done Bez rolls over, and starts licking at the tip, precum starting to come out.

Franky is not difficult to get hard he found out, a few licks at his tip, pressing the tongue in his slit and going up and down just a small amount of time and he’s a fucking rock, and that’s exactly what happens.

“Marco I want to fuck come on” “Can’t fuck me if you don’t get hard no?” “You tease when you do that” “And you like it”

Franky has many qualities but patience is not amongst them, so it’s really not that surprising when he sits up and grabs Bez by the hips, placing him on his lap, getting a hand in his hair and pulling him in for a kiss.

When they break away Bez is completely empty of his oxygen, and he starts rubbing their dicks together, getting Franky even more impatient.

“Stop teasing Marco and do what you agreed to” “You are demanding today I love it”

Before Franky can reply again Bez lifts his hips up and sinks down on his cock, biting at his lip to keep quiet a bit, keeping a hard hold on the older’s shoulders as he does. He curses a bit and then begins riding him, moaning at every movement as Franky caresses his hips, eventually moving his hands to Bez’s ass and cupping it to have him moan louder.

His dick is leaking with precum, he was already so close before with his toy and this well fuck it’s complicated to hold back right now, especially because Franky is - yeah - maybe not bigger than Luca in length but he’s surely wider and he stretches him while he fucks him and it makes his head spin like a fucking beyblade.

“You’re holding back Marco, what is it you can’t cum more than once?” “I already did before ah with Luca” “Well I’m sure you can do three times”

And with that he wraps a hand around Bez’s dick and starts stroking it, quickly, much quicker than the pace Bez is riding him at, making him try to fuck his fist and get off quicker. And Franky lets him, because a desperate looking Bez chasing his orgasm as if it’s a Championship is nothing less than amazing.

A litany of “fuck” and other curses flows out Bez’s mouth before he comes all over Franky’s fist and abdomen, shaking as he gets his orgasm out, and Franky just smiles, because he fully knows how much more sensitive Bez gets after he just came. So he really meets no resistance when he slaps Bez’s ass and tells him to get on all fours, and even less when he pushes Bez’s head against the mattress and his dick in his hole, keeping one hand on his ass and one oh the nape of his neck to keep him glued to the bed, starting to fuck him again, moaning at every thrust and Bez doing the same.

Bez keeps moaning, probably louder than he should, he does it consciously of course, and Franky too, Bez just wanting to tease him and the others, Franky sorta showing he was there first.

“You’re putting on a show eh? You like this idea much more than us I’m ready to bet on it” “Well of - god - of course, you all want me and I get to have all of you I’d be an idiot not to like it” “Fuck you’re something else”

Bez doesn’t stop moaning and Franky just gets closer with each thrust, same as Bez, who’s practically melting now, hot lava running in his veins instead of blood.

The hand on his ass is surely leaving a mark, and he knows he’s going to wake up tomorrow with a sore ass and aching legs but fuck it will have been worth it.

Bez’s brain is so far gone he barely registers the moment he comes again, for the third time, in just two hours, and he just realizes once Franky lets go of his neck and ass and slips out, but before Bez is able to move he hears him moaning again, and he turns his head just in time to see Franky jerking off and coming all over his back.

It’s honestly really fucking hot, especially when Franky takes his phone from the sweatpants he discarded when walking in and waves it asking for permission to take a pic, and fuck yes Bez lets him do it, who knows, maybe he’ll show it to the others, and they will want to one up him, maybe he’ll keep it and jerk off to it when they can’t see each other, maybe he’ll send it to him as a reminder of tonight.

“You were amazing Marco, as always, really fucking good” “You too I know I’ll walk funny tomorrow” “They’re gonna be jealous, you know? Pecco and Cele the most” “Mh yeah I know, but it was worth it”

Franky smiles and dresses back up, while Bez gets up from the bed to go have a shower and result somehow presentable for the morning.

Under the stream of water Bez washes and rinses his hair and he thinks once again, technically he agreed only with the boys to do this, but. But what if he was to agree as well?

What if Vale was to say “yes” to this? To him? Now that’d be a fucking dream come true.

[aiscapades]

ts m5 as cinderella's castle songs!

🐸 come along with me to bog's hollow for a side quest ♡

leander — facade, neon vere — step on your grave, watch ais — last forever, ash to ash mhin — castle on a hill, cursed crazy kuras — ever after, trappings of starlight

explanations:

leander

facade: this is the MOST LEANDER song EVER. and it's a fucking BANGER!! i am screaming this at you. this is THE song of this whole musical. it's the evil stepmother SERVING CUNT on a silver platter talking about how she skins humans in order to wear their flesh as disguises for her & her daughters. did you know that's the plot of this muscial?? do you see why it's so leander??? i'm shaking you by the shoulders way too hard. the line "i don't forget my roots / i just pluck them out of the shit" is leander turning away from his wealthy upbringing to rebuild from the ground up in lowtown. "i look good in this / my facade won't let down / no one notices that my soul is inside out" LEANDERRR YOU ARE A SICK TWISTED MAN. "my truth is skin-deep and oblique" HE'S FULL OF SECRETS DO YOU KNOW THIS "i'm good to play the part / until i break your heart" HE'S GOING TO USE YOU. HE'S ALREADY USING YOU. YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO BE INTO HIM HE'S ALREADY PUPPETING YOU. YOU'RE ALREADY PLAYING INTO HIS LONG CON. YOU'RE ALREADY FUCKED MAN YOU SHOULDNT HAVE LOOKED IN HIS DIRECTION. "i'll try it on / i'll take it for a spin" he will play whatever role he needs to in order to get what he wants. this whole song is his villain monologue if he was a contestant on rupaul's drag race. does that make sense (??) neon: this song is soo leander seeing mc across the bar and being enraptured at first sight. i had assigned it to ais at first, which still works, but i moved it to leander bc 1. the actual imagery reminds me of leander presenting mc with the magic lily :) and 2. well it kinda has sub vibes if you really read into the lyrics. for example: "radiate my life / burn me with your fire / bend my space and time / let me be your martyr" leander's got ulterior motives for sure, but he'll let you use him a lil bit too if you know what i mean.. "you know i will not ever sleep at night" firstly, leander doesn't sleep, he's chugging monster and sucking the life essence out of orphans. or something. the second part "you walk in lookin' like a neon light / no sense in turning you off" read to me like leander sitting back and observing mc in order to further plot and plan.. there's no need to directly make mc do anything. he's not gonna outright force mc to stop seeing the other LIs. but he will always be watching from the sidelines to see if you take his advice, heed his warnings. y'know the old adage about how abusive men want a submissive woman but they always go after those who are independent in order to break them down. it's giving me that. leander is fascinated by mc and is absolutely gonna pull some strings, but he's also content just keeping an eye on them for now. controlling them in subtle ways. seeing how this plays out. i should probably mention this song is the prince singing about being bewitched by ella's magical disguise, but he's just a gross pervert and isn't actually looking for love. so there's inherently ulterior motives in the song due to the narrative; it's not a genuine love song, and i think that's why i ultimately decided to assign this to leander instead of ais (THAT'S NOT A DISS OK)

vere

step on your grave: rebellious teenage girl vere makes a comeback :) this is a "i want that bitch dead" song that i think fits vere's relationship with his handlers and the senobium. it opens with ella talking about how her life was meant to go as the daughter of a respected family: "i was raised to be appraised / path was paved, dress was made" which parallels how vere was once revered as a god. he was once looked up to, feared, worshipped. he was once something, but now he's reduced to a mere hunting dog. in the song, ella is preparing food for her stepmother & sisters, but given they are trolls, the ingredients are pretty nasty, from frog guts to entire cats to maggot soup. she's disgusted and sick of this routine, which i think is a bit like vere getting sick of having to consume all these low-quality, tasteless souls... i can't imagine what he's hunting gives him much satisfaction at this point. mc was probably the yummiest yet. anyway, ella goes on to fantasize about putting her stepmother in a grave. "'cause i wish you nothin' but defeat / and i want nothin' for you but the least / and i know you're wishing i'd be sweet and behave / i want to step on your grave" AMENNN vere deserves to stomp his handlers imo watch: maybe i'm too presumptious when it comes to these things, but i only know so much about these characters and my mind definitely assigns certain tropes to them. vere gets rebellious teenage girl and :) girlboss sadism <3. if it's cunty and freaky and dark, it's vere to me. this song is all those things. it's stepmother severing ella's foot (à la the grimm cinderella tale) while she's forced to watch and feel alllll the pain & fear. very reminiscent of vere hunting and consuming mc alive <3 the song opens "my god, you're so lucky / for me to appear in your life / you were itching for a thrill / something to catch your eye" which reminds me of how vere seduces(?) people? i'm thinking of the trailer scene with all the hands grabbing at him. either way, he certainly uses his good looks and charming wit to take down people's guard, and he pities easy prey. "i want you to watch / watch what happens / ... i want you to watch what i'm doing / the gore is half the thrill / the searing pain within you / won't go away until / you watch." idk i think vere should stomp his handlers lmaooo. i would love to see him break free from his chains and become a venerated god once again. "pain will come before pleasure / and the pleasure will be mine" i hope so pookie <3

ais

last forever: WALK WITH ME WALK WITH ME this song is right after ella learns her childhood friends will be visiting in order to attend the upcoming ball, and for the first time in so long, ella will be able to feel like a normal person again. she can sing and dance and chitchat and wear her pretty dresses and not have to worry about being the servant of monstrous trolls. she sings about how she hopes this feeling lasts forever. "i've been thinking about this day as long as i remember / and i've been dreaming about how i can make it last / if i close my eyes i can see the best in front of me / ... this day will last forever" now i'm putting emphasis on that last line because, unfortunately, her two childhood friends do come to stay.. as skinsuits for her stepsisters. she wanted so badly to pretend everything is okay when it just never was and never could be. to me, this is like ais, burdened by loneliess, entering the pact with ocudeus thinking he'll never have to be alone again, but instead entering his own living nightmare. the faces of ella's childhood best friends twisted over the form of bloodthirsty trolls = the dozens of mangled voices echoing in ais's head at all times. ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME HERE?? you still got what you wanted! your expectations for it were just too high. ash to ash: ok so this is my favorite song. no it's not bc it has my name. no im not emotionally attached to cinderella she's not my favorite princess bc of the ash/cinder thing. why are you accusing me of such things im trying to MAKE A MUSICAL ANALYSIS TUMBLR POST FOR TOUCHSTARVED THE GAME. anyway this song is fucking awesome and i first associated it with kuras bc it's sung by a goddess and has lots of fire/starlight imagery which imo is biblical. but honestly? i thought abt it more and i changed my mind. it's for ais. at this point in the musical, ella accidentally summons the fairy queen of sweet dreams through the blood of her fallen friends and the righteous fury in her heart. the god asks ella what she desires, and ella tamely responds that she wishes for the world to be a good place. the goddess is offended by this lie and tells ella to share her true feelings. ella responds that she actually wants revenge, and the goddess is pleased to hear this, singing "it all turns to ash and ash / and dust to dust / there's nothing left but a vengeful lust / ... when the light goes out / only fire is just." she uses her power to bestow gifts and blessings upon ella in order for her to achieve this desire, much like how ocudeus bestows ais with power to serve a greater purpose. the fairy queen isn't afraid to give ella all she needs to destroy her enemies. she wants ella to achieve her deepest desire, no matter how much bloodshed that may cost. she almost seems to revel in the thought of bloodshed. she tells ella, "i forge you these three gifts / for your just intention / against your opposition / use them." ella asks "wisely?" and the fairy queen corrects, "hardly." this just reminded me of ocudeus wanting ais to know he's allowed to hurt others, recruit others, do whatever he wants for the greater purpose. these eldritch gods are gifting them power and they want it to be used. "a god will see that your enemies run."

mhin

castle on a hill: this opening song of the muscial is representative of the senobium's perception to outsiders and those desperate for the secrets within, like mhin or even mc. "there's a castle on the hill as the story goes / and it watches over us from across the moat / there are tales in those halls / are they true or are they tall?" the ivory tower senobium lords over its citizens with secrecy, much like the eponymous castle on the hill; with this power and secrecy comes speculation on what goes on behind the walls. this song is the townsfolk recounting theories and stories while wondering if the castle would ever let them in to see for themselves. "it watches us from its looming tower... i worship its sheer size / oh, the ballads it must hide / i need to know, will i ever know?" the first mc sees of mhin (in the demo) is them trying to scale the walls and enter the senobium. we know they want inside but we can only guess what for (a cure? answers? revolution?) and, similar to mc or other unknowing outsiders, they seem to idealize whatever the senobium holds. maybe they know something we don't, or maybe they're just holding out hope that the senobium will live up to its mythologized reputation. cursed crazy: i have a lot of sympathy for mhin's curse situation, which is why i love any kind of angst for them. sorry <3 this song is all the townsfolk ostracizing ella for having gone mad after the death of her parents. nobody believes what ella claims, and she seems batshit crazy with all the talk of murder plots and trolls in skinsuits. "cursed or crazy? / ... the guilt she's got, she's overwrought / that paranoid look, like the town is talking behind her back / lock her away! / destined to join her mother at the stake / weird and eccentric / completely estranged!" mhin is overly cautious about getting close to other people and prefers to keep solo, probably for a lot of reasons, but most notably i think they fear hurting innocent people above all else. they would already be ostracized because of their monstrosity but they choose it for themself anyway, so they're doubly alone. in the demo, you get the sense others almost blame mhin for being such a recluse (like leander trying to get them to open up, or vere teasing them) but we know there are definitely underlying reasons why mhin would rather keep to themself. i think this dynamic reflects ella's perspective in the song with all the townsfolk looking down on her, oblivious to the horrorific reasoning. there are also the lines "when fighting your demons alone / you know you're fucked or fated / destiny couldn't be sicker / whether you want it or not" which gives the doomed by the narartive vibes i associate with mhin.

kuras

ever after: he who is laden with guilt and must repent,, i bestow upon him this song about not knowing if you will achieve (or even deserve) a happy ending. "just as the rain might fall / i've been bracing for years / has living with pain / eroded the last of my fears? / am i ready?" if a beautiful angel lived centuries on earth in order to make up for mistakes in heaven,, would he no longer fear his demise? would he acquiesce just as humans do to mortality? would he accept his punishment and finally free himself of all the guilt just so he may die in peace? "kings rise, kings fall / ... is it my time, or was it long ago? / will it ever after happily? / or will it all turn to dust?" or will he get to live, free of penance, finally? orrrrr will the harbiger of chaos and ruin make a return as the world succumbs to biblical destruction? you tell me (also a bunch of lyrics from other songs make a reappearance, which to me is fitting for kuras since he seems to be a pretty neutral touchstone for all the Lis in one way or another) trappings of starlight: strangely fitting how we're ending on the last full song of the musical ... well trappings of starlight is a "we won!" song with an heavy, underlying sadness for those that couldn't make it to the end. it also has some symbolism from ash to ash that fits well for kuras if you recall what i said about that in ais's section. "in trappings of starlight / all of the people / will get back together now / sunset and sunrise / fearsome and regal / ashes belie a crown" i think sunset & sunrise, fearsome & regal are apt descriptions for an angel, and even more than that, ashes belie a crown is soooo holy hellfire to me. the trappings of starlight is ella's dress crafted from the last flickering light in the eternal dark, infused with magic (and very irradiated glass coded) and due to this, when the prince tries to remember her face after the ball, he can only see fire and starlight. much like if you happened to encounter an angel! "i know you're worthy / for what we've been through / an unforgiving journey / but we've arrived at the truth" doesn't kuras just want to be worthy? of love, of forgiveness, of hope? i think he feels very removed from these rather ordinary things, whether bc of his extraordinary nature or because he was deemed unworthy of them in the past. whatever the case may be, i think this song fits him well. "gracious and lethal / lifting the heavy crown" like that's just kuras. "my love will be fierce! / and your love will be missed" is because mc will perish long before kuras ever will, just as all the others that preceeded them... but he won't love mc with any less conviction, with any less heart.

[chrrybombshells]

Mark + Fem Reader 18+, Minors DNI, Mentions of 'Noona' and slight mentions of overstimulation and cock-warming. Please ignore any typos I just kinda let this out in one go.

You never felt this before. This feeling of desire that was so strong that it almost felt animalistic. Mark had just come home from a shoot, late into the night, and he had come home with his hair and makeup still done, fake tattoos scattered across his skin. He looked almost unrecognizable from the sweet boy that kissed your forehead this morning on the way out the door. He looked older, broader, and completely irresistible. He was busy unlacing his boots that he hadn’t even noticed you get up from your spot on the couch and gravitate towards him like you were not in control of your own movements. All that was on your mind is that you needed him and needed him now. Even in the dark hallway, he could feel your presence, the hair on his neck rises as he feels you behind him.

 “Baby, why are you still up?” He asks as he feels you press your body against his back, he is very aware of the thinness of your nightgown and your wandering hand traveling up his chest. He lefts out a soft sigh as you begin kissing the back of his neck, a shiver runs down his spine as your teeth grazes the skin, making him want to beg for you to finally bite down. 

“Noona” he whispers as he feels your hand go lower and lower, teasing the outline of belt. “I want you so bad, do you know how sexy you look?” You say, mostly to yourself but Mark whines at your admission all the same. He turns around to face you, you’re looking up at him with wild eyes that make his breath catch in his throat. Your silhouette, highlighted by the moon light, looks tantalizing in your sheer pink night gown. Mark doesn’t even realize he’s licking his lips until he looks back to see you staring at them like he hasn’t kissed you in years. You couldn’t wait any longer, you all but lunge yourself into him, his arms wrapping around waist as you kiss him. Your hands are everywhere, his hair, his neck, down his back, across his front. It was like there was so much of him and you couldn’t figure out where to begin. It was so overwhelming for him, to feel you have this much desire for him. You bite down on his bottom lip, a little rougher than you probably should have, but Mark’s knee buckles slightly at the pain. 

“Baby, please” he whispers, not really sure what he’s asking for but the feeling of your lips on his neck again has his mind hazy. “Couch, now” you tell him, taking his hands off your waist to lead him to the middle of the living room. You push him down, his eyes are blissed out and his cheeks are flushed. He watches you slowly climb over his lap and start slowing moving your hips against him. You reach over to pull his shirt over his head and your hands trace the patterns of the fake ink. He looks so intoxicating like this. The dark ink against his soft skin, his hair tousled from you pulling on it and the way he looks up at you, waiting for you to do something, anything. 

“I’m going to have my way with you, if you’re ok with that.” You look into his eyes, hoping he’s listening but not quite sure. He nods his head yes, but thats not enough, you needed to hear him. “Use your words, baby” your finger traces his lip and he opens his mouth to take it in, sucking on it lightly before letting it go. “Take what you need, Noona, I’m yours” he groans. HIs voice is so husky and his eyes fight to stay open as he feels your hand trace down his stomach to reach for his belt. You slowly undo it, watching his chest rise and fall with each heavy breath. Your reach finally goes to where he’s been dying to have you. “You’re so hard, Markie” you whisper as you slowly drag your hand up and down, over his boxers. “Please take them off, please” he begs. You lift yourself off him long enough for him to throw off the remainder of his clothes. Once done, he all but pulls you back into his lap and watches as your fingers ghost the head of his cock. Its pink, just like the color of his cheeks, and if you weren’t so impatient you would have spent hours just appreciating the taste of it, you almost start drooling thinking about the weight of him on your tongue. But you needed to feel him inside of you so badly you thought you might explode. You didn’t even bother taking off your gown, you just pull your panties to the side and begin teasing the both of you. The head of his cock rubs against your clit and you watch his face as he fights himself to stay patient.  “Look at me” you request softly, Mark lets out a sigh before pushing himself to follow your instruction. He looks into your eyes as you sink himself into you. His lips part open and he continues to fight his instinct to close his eyes. He’s so overwhelmed by your gaze and he lets out another whine as he takes your hips into his grip. Once fully seated, you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly begin to rock yourself. Everything feels so good and you cant help but moan his namely loudly into his ear. You bury yourself into the crook of his neck. Your nails drag against the column of his neck, down to his shoulders and down his back, leaving angry red lines in their path. “Faster, please I’m so close” Mark begins. Your movements become faster and rougher, so focused on wanting to hear him moan your name again and again. You felt that familiar build up deep in your stomach and your pace gets harder to keep up. As if Mark could sense your need for assistance, his hands move from their tight placement on your hips to reach under your gown to play with your clit. It took only 3 lazy circles of his calloused finger and you were shivering and moaning against him. You wanted to be the one in control but somehow he was still able to make you weak against him. 

“Relax sweetheart, I got you, I’ll make sure you cum.” Mark promises you breathlessly. A few seconds after you felt his warm breath in your ear, your movements freeze and your orgasm washes over your body. Your pussy throbs around his thick cock as your body tries to push him in deeper, and push him away, simultaneously. You try to push past your overstimulation because you have to make him cum, you have to see his face and hear him lose control. And really it doesn’t take much. After feeling you lose control over him and seeing you work so hard to make him cum, he loses his willpower. A strangled moan rips through the depths of his chest, its husky and deep, but it turns into a high pitched whine after your hips continue to rock, even after you have deprived him of everything he had left. 

“Stop, stop, I cant” he whispers.You slowly your movements to a halt. You collapse on top of him and just rest. You can feel his heart racing against you and the smell of his cologne mixed with the sweat of his body is intoxicating. You try to test if you could go another round but the gasp Mark lets out as he still you movements tells you other wise. 

“Give me another minute, I think you broke me.” He confesses with a soft chuckle. He would later tell you that the way you more of less jumped his bones in the middle of the hallway was the sexiest thing anyone has ever done to him and he hopes he can get you that riled up again. He would also consider if he was brave enough to get a real tattoo if that was the kind of reaction he would get to fake ones. He would consider his pain tolerance until he starts softly snoring while still inside you. You would find it adorable, forgetting he had a long day and would somehow be able to get up and cleaned without disturbing him. 

[swarmishstrangers]

feed us with mspar headcanons 🙏🙏

you get extra purple sprinkles if you do mspar headcanons with marvus

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Oh. OH YOU WANT MSPAR HCS??? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?? HUH!!?...Ok teehee :}c

🍀Has a genuine caffeine addiction, not even playing. It's not so bad where they'll legitimately freak out and turn up the house if they don't get it, but they will get a KILLER, BRAINSPLITTING, headache from caffiene withdrawls + fatigue. Something they want to fix someday! But god...those headaches are hard to get over for them. They're supplier is, of course, Galekh. He really spoils them with the good stuff. He figures, what's the point in drinking coffee if it isn't the good kinds? He doesn't kick up a fuss if they ask him for a bad of whatever coffee grounds, he'd like for them to try. In fact, they bond over it actually.

🍀Kinda not great with comforting..with words! Their friend could have just vented to them about something that leaves them sobbing and Mspar, the fucking dumbass, kinda just there and is like, "Damn..that sucks, I'm sorry." They don't mean to sit around and twiddle their thumbs! Obviously, they try their best to comfort their friend, they just aren't always the most eloquent with their words so sometimes what they say can come out kind of strained and awkward. Much better with comforting people physically with hugs, rubbing their back, or letting them cry into them if needed. They just don't always know when they should deploy it? Cause trolls are so finicky and unpredictable to trying to gauge when it is or isn't okay to just be like, "Bring it in buddy, it's okay.." And go in for a hug or something. They think they're at least pretty good with discerning this for their closer friends.

🍀INCREDIBLY FUCKING LUCKY. Even outside of the initial control of Doc Scratch, and sure in some endings they die or it goes in a way it wasn't, otherwise? They're lucky. While there's definitely some existential stuff going on with them and who they really are, what they would be without their friends, had Doc Scratch not have been controlling them to some extent from afar..would they have ever really have even made any of the friends they did? They still consider it lucky to have even ever had them in their life. Outside of that, holy shit, how they survive some of the situations they do or are able to bounce back as fast as they do can be WILD to both trolls and humans. What they can they say? They just can't stop winning!

🍀Doesn't like working out tbh, they hate feeling so out of breath, they hate that taste of copper after having been running around for a while, that burning, itching sensation they get that feels like ants under their skin, etc. But catch them dead ever admitting it if it means that they can keep spending time with their more active friends, (Nihkee and Stelsa). Besides, in the end they know it won't kill them...er. Well, at least the jogging won't. Also it keeps those ROCKING legs in shape!!

🍀Did I mention having existential problems? I forgot to add they also deal with depression and dissociation problems smh.

🍦<- Be prepared to give me those sprinkles. Apologies in advance again, gonna try my best to characterize Marvus the best I can?? Aughh. Mspar I feel like, after a while, is one of those few people Marvus can trust to really let loose? Not as though he doesn't, but just like. More. He doesn't feel the need to look as pretty, to let those muscles relax (cause never really is, he's just really good at coming off as though he is lax). This feels GREAT if he was on a tour for weeks and he can just come back and be in the presence of someone who'll let him just chill out for a while. Pad Thai anyone?

🍦His sugar baby, his glucose grub, his uh. Insert other troll term for sugar baby. Jk!! Sort of..Marvus definitely gets them shit, and in return instead of something sexy, he gets their friendship cause DAMN Mspar!!! You pale friendslut!! You give them some cheap food and they're appreciative as fuck. But then again, they never ASK him for anything, they hate feeling like their mooching (even though they totally are and their friends don't gaf).

🍦Marvus sometimes does stretches, yoga poses, or these pretty contortionist poses. Mspar sometimes joins him for the stretches and poses part (hurt their back even TRYING to do the poses he does so effortlessly). While he's doing the more contortionist poses, sometimes Mspar gets stuck to places or tries on some places of his body. Think like..He laying down with his lower/middle back being bent with his long ass lanky legs in the air, then you got Mspar being airplaned by being held up by his feet. Adds a pressure to his body that he tends to like.

🍦OHH and uh, i've got one more for ya. Gonna admit, I don't know too much about chucklevoodoos or powers purplebloods tend to have, but um. Mspar has that ADHDtism, their mind is NEVER quiet. Always thinking, always running, so many thoughts, so many overlapping voices. It can be a real headache when they're just trying to rest but their brain is still active. I imagine on days when they're hanging out with Marvus, he can just..well, it's easy to tell. Cool fingers press to their head, rubbing over warm skin, claws teasing, biting as he scrapes them lightly over their scalp. Maybe he's humming with no real rhythm, but it's pretty all the while. They feel something be pushed, like their mind is being grabbed and like glass, something get's crushed (metaphorically), and when that hand opens it's palm, it's like all the sand in that dome runs out. And for once. They experience quiet.

[sly-curio]

Succumb

(Tim Wright/Masky x Reader) Part 1

Can also be found on AO3 here

Y/n is beginning to trust him more by this point, starting to accept that he isn’t in this situation of his own free will. He had realized months ago, when they had first become friends, just how much he liked her. He didn’t know that the other side of him felt the same. It scared him- still scares him. He doesn’t want him to hurt her. He can’t always control the darkness.

She awakes to his fidgeting, the dry pine straw on the ground of the old red tower shuffling with his movements.

“Tim?” she asks groggily.

“Oh. hey, y/n. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you-“

”It’s ok. I was already waking up anyway. Did… did that thing call you again?”

”…yeah. I don’t remember much of what happened. One moment I’m here with you… the next…”

”It’s ok. I understand.”

”Thank you.”

She’s kind. Patient. Understanding.

He learned it that first day he went to her dorm.

Terrified, sleep deprived, paranoid, and not in a good state of mind.

But she barely flinched, just inviting him in. Letting him stay the day.

Letting him feel safe.

Almost even getting his hopes up.

He didn’t want to get her involved in this mess.

But it seems no matter how hard he tries, anyone he gets close to will get sucked into this nightmare.

For years he had tried not to feel anything, tried not to get attached.

But then this fucking woman had to stumble into his life.

Had to be so patient. So kind. Had to tempt him, make him crave her company.

The dark part of him wanted to own her. Wanted to break her.

He struggles to control it.

And it only got harder as he got to know her.

As he got to care about her.

As he started to want- no, need her.

But she didn’t feel the same.

She can’t feel the same.

Not if she is going to get out of this alive.

“Tim? Are you okay? You kinda zoned out.”

”Oh- yeah, sorry. Just… thinking…”

”About what?”

She sits up, her eyes bright as she watches him.

He glances around, clearly nervous, struggling to come up with a believable lie.

“Uh… just… where we need to move to next.”

”You sure that’s all?”

“Uh… yeah…”

She scowls, but doesn’t press further. She definitely doesn’t buy his lie. But she doesn’t need to. She just can’t know the truth.

She can’t know how he felt.

It will only put her in more danger.

She reaches across the cramped space, softly taking his hand in hers.

“Lay with me. You need to rest.”

His mind is sent into turmoil over the simple action. He wants to. Fuck, he needs to. Not just rest, but be near her. His only source of sanity. Of hope.

But he can’t. He can’t risk getting attached, letting the other side of him out, putting her in danger.

And yet, he still sits beside her on the old cot. Doesn’t fight or resist when she softly pushes him to recline beside her.

But when she goes to lay her head on his chest, he freezes up.

“Y/n-“

”Tim, it's ok. You need to rest. Stop worrying. I’ll be here. I’ll keep you safe.”

If only she knew.

He’s trying to keep her safe.

Not just from that thing.

But from himself.

She had pieced it together the past few months.

The strange man that left her cryptic notes wasn’t exactly him, but also wasn’t not him.

Whether it was a side effect of exposure to the creature or just another mental disorder he struggles with, neither of them know.

But she’s understanding as always.

Her kind nature is going to put her in danger.

He just hopes it won’t be from him.

Eventually, he relaxes under her. Even allows himself to enjoy the affection.

She just wants to feel safe. Or help me feel safe. She doesn’t feel the same as me. She can’t feel the same as I do.

They drift off together for a bit, but soon awake to the sun and the birds.

Y/n is still laying her head on his chest.

She’s awake, tired eyes gazing up at his own.

“How did you sleep, Tim?”

He loves how she says his name.

“Uh… alright. You?”

He struggles to maintain composure. The reality of the situation is setting in.

They- or really, he- has avoided sharing the cot with her all this time. Trying to keep his distance.

Trying to make the feelings he has towards her disappear.

It hit him at that moment- he can’t keep running from his feelings.

“I slept pretty well… better since you were with me.”

She smiles, her expression somehow still soft despite the hard life he has unwittingly dragged her into.

He’s a bit shocked at the latter part of her sentence.

“Wh..what do you mean?”

”I slept better than usual. I think because you were here with me this time.”

“Oh.”

She gets a bit antsy and embarrassed, her cheeks growing warm.

“Sorry… that’s… kinda weird to say, I guess. I just… I feel more comfortable when you’re with me. Safer. Especially since we’ve been on the run.”

Fuck. No. This… she can’t. She isn’t supposed to. She's going to be in danger.

“It’s.. it's ok. I.. it was nice to be here with you.”

The bright gleam returns to her eyes, and she cuddles up next to him, her face getting dangerously near his neck.

What if I can’t control myself? What if she starts something and I’m too weak to stop it?

She hums as she lay beside him, strangely content despite the atrocious circumstances.

“You… you know I care about you, right? I’m not upset at you about any of this… you’ve honestly… you’ve been the best part of this mess.”

She seems uncertain as the words leave her mouth.

Maybe not uncertain.

Nervous? Flustered? Apprehensive?

”Y-yeah… I.. care about you too, y/n. You’ve…” He takes a sharp inhale, but before he can doubt himself, he says it; “You’ve been the best part of my life since I met you. The best thing- the only good thing- in my life in… years..”

He regrets it immediately.

He’s going to get her in trouble.

This is too dangerous for her.

He’s a source. He can’t get close to people.

And he can’t let people get close to him.

But she just smiles and buries her face in his neck.

His breathing hitches.

She notices.

But still she continues.

He wars with himself. He wants her. Wants whatever is happening to continue, he never wants it to end. But he can’t. He cares about her too much. He can’t endanger her like-

His train of thought is cut short as he feels her leave a soft kiss on his neck.

He shivers, turning to look at her.

Her eyes are hopeful, curious, and… something else. He can’t quite place it.

Her voice drops to a whisper.

“Tim… I….”

He kisses her before she can say anything.

No. I can’t. I need to stop. I need to keep her safe. And keeping her safe means keeping her away from me.

But her lips… feel so nice.

Her hands instinctively shoot to his chest, but she doesn’t push him away.

After only a moment of surprise, she kisses him back.

And when he tries to pull away, as his worries for her safety come to the forefront of his mind…

She won’t let him. Tangling her fingers in his dark hair, she keeps him locked against her lips.

He can only resist for so long.

Especially when she uses one hand to ghost over his skin, trailing her fingertips over his back, making him shiver against her.

Something inside him snaps.

He stops holding back and his reservations fade.

He grasps the nape of her neck, soft but firm, keeping her in place so he can deepen their kiss.

He nips at her bottom lip, taking his chance to intertwine their mouths, wanting- needing- to taste every bit of her.

Small noises escape her throat as he continues.

He’s addicted. He needs to hear more, taste more. Feel more. See more. He needs all of her.

An almost primal noise escapes him as he adjusts so he’s leaning over her. He kisses her lips, to her cheek, down to her jaw…

Ghosting his lips over her throat, he sighs, starting to shake as he attempts to reconcile his mind, trying desperately to control himself.

All control is lost when she presses her lips to his forehead and utters one word.

She’s breathless, her tone almost needy as she says it.

”Please”.

He’s still shaking as he moves his lips back to her neck.

His voice comes out low.

“Fuck… I’ve wanted you… so badly… I need you so much. I tried not to. I can’t. Not anymore.” His breath is shaky as he confesses.

“I can’t keep holding back.”

He uses the last ounce of self control to pull himself away, looking at her with longing, not allowing himself to escalate this further.

He still shivers, every part of him tense and conflicted.

But y/n makes the impossible decision for him.

She pulls him back, recapturing his lips with her own.

She whimpers, overcome with her own want.

She drags her lips away from his, instead trailing over his face and neck, leaving the softest of kisses all across his skin.

“How could you think I didn’t need you, too, Tim?”

She whispers in his ear. For the first time, he hears the despairing meaning behind her words.

He had agonized for months.

He didn’t even consider that maybe she felt the same.

Didn’t even give her the choice to try or not.

So he does the only reasonable thing.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I… wanted to protect you.”

She smiles, her wounded emotions hidden perfectly.

“You idiot. I’m in this mess to protect you. So let me care about you.”

Her voice lowers, taking on an almost husky tone.

“Let me take care of you.”

Tim’s breath hitches, understanding the suggestion beneath her tone.

He relents.

His mouth meets her neck, teeth grazing her skin. He’ll make it known just how much he needs her.

He can feel the dark part of him bubbling beneath the surface.

He will make it known that he owns her.

An animalistic growl leaves the man, the two sides of him both at war yet in agreement.

She belongs to him.

He bites her throat, kissing over it, tasting her skin, using his lips to paint her flesh with the evidence of his claim.

Her whimpers and whines work him up further, drawing the dark part dangerously close to the forefront.

He can’t let it out. Not now.

At some point, he gets fully atop her, one of his knees pressing between her thighs as he lavishes her neck with attention.

Her hands roam his body, leaving his nerves aflame everywhere she touches.

He begins to do the same, tracing his rough hands over her skin, kneading her flesh, gripping her hips and holding her flush to him.

Soft sounds continue to escape her throat, delicate and desperate whimpers the most beautiful music to his ears. His own noises mingle with hers, his deeper voice coming out in growls as he shows her just how badly he needs her.

He slips his hands under her shirt, a pleasurable groan escaping him as she shivers at his touch. He removes the piece of clothing from her frame, paying no mind to where it lands.

All that matters to him in this moment is her.