#like nooo not the doggy

[mikeybutnotway]

Just finished the show, feeling so good sooo good what a perfect last episode right guys? Haha right? (I'm dead inside)

[killuaisaprincess]

🥛

Gon’s eyebrows furrow as Killua’s sniffles fill up the room, and he marches over to his dresser, pounding his head into it.

Think! Freecss!

“Killua-!”

He turns around determined, and Killua looks up, slowly letting his grip on Kon go, the dog pressing his nose to Killua’s hand.

“I’m-!”

Gon goes to apologize but freezes when he sees Killua holding his arms out shyly, begging Gon to pick him up, hiccuping.

“G-Gon…”

Gon almost snaps his dresser in half from how cute Killua is.

[fushitoru]

back to the kittty, cause she's kinda pretty!

pairings ⸺ (SEPERATE) bf!sukuna x reader x toji, masseuse!nanami x reader, bully!suguru x reader, childhood best friend!choso x reader, best friend!gojo x reader

summary ⸺ jjk men as overused p0rn tropes! (part 2) inspired by this awesome post by the cool and super talented @/osamucide! pls check it out and the rest of his work :3

warnings ⸺ SMUT (mdni), sub!satoru supermacy, porn no plot, vaginal sex, doggy, fem reader, "sloppy seconds," pre-established consent for all, reader accidently eats an aphrosidiac for choso's, bullying in suguru's, oral (m and frecieving), fingering, semi-public humiliation, lowk pathetic toji, art by 3aem, nOT EDITED

a/n choso's is my favorite yet again i love a pathetic man that rails me into next tuesday <3

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KAMO CHOSO ⸺ MY HOT CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND ATE SOME WEIRD CHOCOLATE AND WANTS ME TO DICK HER DOWN!

Your best friend, Choso, was lounging on his couch, flipping through different movie options on Netflix while you were in the kitchen, bending and squinting through the different options. It’s a Friday night, and the both of you opted to stay in for movie night.

“Choso!” You complained, huffing while putting your hands on your hips to shout at him in the living room. “Why do you only have fuckin protein shakes and raw chicken in your fridge?”

All you get is a noncommittal shrug while he pauses on the preview for some shonen anime. “There should be some chocolate.”

Gasping in excitement, you go back to rummaging through his fridge like a raccoon and there you find it—-a pink chocolate box titled “tabs.” Smiling to yourself in excitement, you don’t hesitate before popping on of the bars in your mouth, appreciating the cherry flavor while grabbing another one. With your mouth full, you ask, “Do you want one? These are sooo good, where'd you buy them?”

“Nah, I’m good. Just come over here, you’ve been taking too long.” He sends you a glare and motions for you to sit next to him, to which you set the chocolate back in the fridge and pad your way over to him. “I think Sukuna bought these off the internet and that they were kinda bougie.”

You look at him, slightly alarmed. “Isn’t he going to kill you?”

He looks over at you—a little softly, you note—and ruffles your hair, to your dismay. “It’s okay, I’ll buy it again for him. Gonna blame your big back ass for it being gone.”

“Die.” You stick your tongue out, crossing your arms while settling into his side. 

Choso noted that you were being a bit more cuddly than usual, touching him more as soon as you got onto the couch. He decides to ignore it. “Ok, we’re going with Spider-man, k?”

You nodded into his side—he could tell you were flushed by the way you had continued to grow warmer and warmer, with beads of sweat dotting your temple. He paid it no mind, choosing instead to click on the movie and watch it play.

You were heating up. 

You tried to ignore it, because you hadn’t felt feverish before or done anything in particular to cause you to be sick (your coffee and ramen diet had been fixed after midterms season after Choso got on your ass about it). But about 25 minutes into the movie, you couldn’t bear it anymore, your vision blurring at the edges as you mumbled, “‘ts too hot. Gonna take off my shirt.”

Choso, who had been focused on the movie, tensed and looked at you, eyes slightly widened. “Wh—” Before he could even get a word out, you stood up—eyes slightly unfocused—arching your back while grabbing the bottom hem of your t-shirt and peeling it off, causing Choso to gulp as you uncovered the swell of your breasts in your red lace bra. You went back to borrowing yourself on his side, the softness of your boobs pressing against his arm. 

Choso closed his eyes because there was nooo way he was popping a boner for his best friend. No way. As both of your eyes went back to the movie, Choso focused on reciting the Japanese National Anthem to distract himself from the soft breaths you were letting out near his ears—and the way they tickled them—as well as the rise and press of your chest against his arms as you heaved. 

You, on the other hand, did not feel relieved. At all. There was a stickiness in between your thighs that made you think your period had started, but it had ended a week ago. You were probably just ovulating. Cuddling into Choso further, you put your legs on either side of his torso, burying your face into his neck and taking a deep sniff. At this point, you ignore the movie as you tried the soothe the heat that was going through you.

“What are you doing?” Choso was ram–rod straight and turned to peer down at you incredulously while reciting in his brain, until the tiny pebbles, grow into massive boulders. 

You continued your whiffing—-he just smelled sooo good—and sobbed, “I don’t know, but it hurts.” At this point, the feeling between your thighs was unbearable. You started to subtly grind on the side of his torso, much to Choso’s surprise. “‘M sick, Cho, but I’ve been eating healthy! I promise!” you whined. “Except for the chocolate right now. It hurts!”

At that moment, he knew he fucked up.

These were the tabs chocolates Sukuna was buying for his girlfriend. The ones viral on social media for serving as aphrodisiacs.

“Fuck,” he groaned while you continued to rub yourself onto him, now fully moaning and sighing as you tried to chase relief.  “Fuck! I fucked up.”

“Choso,” you whined loudly, prompting him to leave his state of anguish to look at you worriedly. “I feel so empty.”

Choso snapped.

Bent over, face buried in a pillow on the couch, Choso rams into your creamy, wet pussy, the squelching sounds echoing across the empty apartment. Punctuating his words with a thrust, “is-” plap! “what-” plap! “you-” plap! “wanted?”

“Yes!” you squeal, body bouncing as his rough snaps of his hips jostled you around, “You’re making me feel so good, Cho!”

“Do you know how much of a tease you’ve been?” he growled, balls hitting your ass as he pulled a hand back to spank you, red handprint imprinting itself on your cheeks. He groans at the sight of him leaving his mark on you. “Gonna take my cum, right?”

FUSHIGURO TOJI AND SUKUNA RYOMEN ⸺ I GET MY BEST FRIEND’S SLOPPY SECONDS! (a/n lol im not gonna lie this is just me ovulating and wanting to be creampied by two men)

Whenever Toji was at Sukuna’s place, it was like you, his girlfriend, pretended he wasn’t there. Because why were you always dressed in the tiniest of shorts and a tank top that could barely even hold your tits in and keep them covered? Sometimes, Toji thought it was Sukuna’s play—dangling you in front of him like a piece of meat, reminding him what he couldn’t have. 

Sukuna and Toji did have a bit of a…competitive friendship—one of good nature, of course. Toji, nonchalant as he is, didn’t really care whether he lost or not in the little skirmishes they had, whether it be seeing who can lift the most at the gym or walk somewhere faster. But he’s definitely seen Sukuna eye his groin in a mental competition to see if he was bigger or not.

Safe to say, Sukuna relished in the win. In a sense, he was obsessed with the submission. Not that Toji could care. He didn’t care when he flaunted his girlfriend around, groping you in front of him just to make him feel jealous…right?

Because why was his dick hard, him all hot and bothered as he listens to your moans and the plap! plap! plap! and squelches of Sukuna’s dick drilling in you? You’re both in the room, and Toji’s in the living room, confused as to why the fuck Sukuna asked him to come over when you clearly had a dick appointment with him. 

“Mmm, Sukuna you’re making me feel so good!” You whine, and Toji curses, closing his eyes and cursing whatever god was out there to make him subject to such torture. In his gray sweatpants, his bulge is undeniable as he hears Sukuna pleasure you. 

Then, he hears Sukuna call out to him, jumping as the other man yells, “Yo, Toji. I know you’re out there, man. Come in!” He then laughs meanly, speeding up to silence whatever protests you were making. Toji curses once again and moves to open the door just for his eyes to widen at what he’s seeing.

There is an obscene amount of cum oozing from your hole, it looked battered and swollen from the abuse Sukuna has dealt to it. There are tears in your eyes, a pretty pout on your face as Sukuna continues to use you as your fucktoy. And Toji realizes that Sukuna is looking at him while his hips languidly gyrate into you.

 “‘kuna–” you sob, embarrassed and cheeks heating up even further as you felt Toji’s eyes rove over your form, utterly decimated by Sukuna.

But you’re interrupted out of any potential protests you can make as Sukuna smacks your ass—Toji’s eyes not missing the jiggle—as he abruptly pulls out and motions Toji to come closer. “I’m gonna let him borrow you, okay baby? You see, Toji’s kind of pathetic here. Might as well give him sloppy seconds, right?”

With that, Toji is moaning as he slowly enters you, your pussy sweetly clamping on his dick as he can literally feel Sukuna’s cum every time he thrusts. The utterly debauched feeling of his still-hot come lubricating his every thrust makes his eyes roll back, lost in the feeling of your pussy as you whimper and squeal everytime he hits your g-spot.

“Yo,” and Toji’s attention is temporarily swayed to Sukuna, who’s watching the both of you with darkened eyes, manspread in a chair. “Come inside, okay? It’s my treat.”

NANAMI KENTO ⸺ DIRTY MASSEUSE GIVES HOT BABE A DEEP TISSUE MASSAGE! (WITH A HAPPY ENDING)

Working in corporate was hell.

Sitting in a chair all day slaving away at spreadsheets and emails was definitely not something your younger self imagined you doing, but alas, you were only but a slave to capitalism. Even your hip flexors could feel it—they were tight, and your upper back hurt a lot.

So, here you were, in the waiting room of this bougie massage salon that you decided to treat yourself to. After all, you’ve been a good girl with your savings, making sure not to spend loads on stress-virtual-shopping so you can blow lots of bucks into this 2 hour service. The lobby is neat and glamorous, as you wait while rubbing your back. You’re currently engrossed in watching a compilation of Moo Deng videos until a deep cough interrupts you. “Miss?”

You turn to face the rich, baritone voice that’s said your name, and then suddenly reeling back. In front of you was probably one of the most handsomest men you’ve ever seen, with blond hair and sharp cut facial lines. He’s rubbing his palms together, which seem laden with oil as he looks at you plaintively. “Shall we take it to the massage room?”

“Y–yes. We can do that,” you nervously affirmed, gathering your purse and belongings to tightly follow behind him. 

When you arrive at the room, the stoic man motions for you to get changed. “Please put on a towel. We’re going to be doing a deep tissue massage, so the towel will serve as a protective measure.”

You blush at the thought of this man seeing your body covered in nothing but a towel, but follow his directions regardless, putting your belongings in a corner while you step out of the changing room and into the massage room once again. You try to preserve your modesty as best you can as you go to lie down on the table. The only things you hear from him are the clinks of bottles as he rummages through different oils, uncovering them. The smell hits you dead on, soothing your senses already with the essential oils. 

And then, his rough, big hands are on your back, pressing into your shoulder blades. You jump, like a scared deer, and he lets out a deep chuckle. “My bad. I’ll be doing your back side first.”

“Okay,” you whisper in response, already closing your eyes in bliss with the way he’s roving his thumbs over the planes of your back, pressing in deep as he works out the kinks in your back.

In one particular spot in your lower back and hips—the one that’s been hurting like a bitch because of your endless time sitting in a chair—he presses his thumbs with the exact right pressure, and you moan.

You can’t help it—the chronic back pain has always been there, but he makes it disappear with a languid movement of his fingers over your back. But he pauses slightly as soon as the whimper comes out of your mouth. “Miss, are you alright?” Flushing, you are quick to affirm. “Yes, sorry.” With a lower voice, you say, “That was, um, that was just really relieving.”

He laughs melodically and continues his ministrations, going even lower, but pausing right before putting his hands on your ass. “May I pull the towel up? Direct contact will be helpful in this region for a deep tissue massage.”

“Y-yeah,” you say softly. “You can do that, you’re the professional.” He’s just doing this for massage reasons, right? With your consent, he slowly inches up your towel to uncover your bare ass to him, you clenching your thighs with the fact that he can see everything.

He then puts his hands on the fat of your ass, moving his hands in a circular motion that spreads your ass every time he moves in an outward rotation. Kento’s trying really hard to stay professional, but seeing your glistening wetness makes him groan inwardly. “Miss,” you perk up slightly as he refers to you, “I’ll continue with the deep tissue massage as requested, okay? There’s a spot that I believe really needs my attention.”

Innocently, you nod, and Kento can’t help but feel so aroused that you’re so naively believing him, letting him touch you as if it’s an appropriate part of his job. His hands inch closer and closer, and soon enough he’s fingering you while languidly licking you up.

“Does this feel good, miss?” Kento is out of breath as he nudges his nose deeper into your pussy while you’re squealing at the feeling of his fingers slamming into your g-spot, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he goes in, sucking at your clit just perfectly.

“It’s rude not to answer someone,” your masseuse gives you a slap, and quickly soothes it over. 

“‘M sorry!” you squeal, bucking your hips as soon as you feel like you’re getting closer, “It feels soo good.” With that, he pauses his ministration to give you a gentle kiss on your pussy, and the plush of his lips is enough to set you squirting, riding his face as you drench him in your juices. Safe to say, you were feeling very de-stressed.

GOJO SATORU ⸺ BEST FRIEND CATCHES HIM MASTURBATING, JOINS IN ON THE FUN!

Satoru groans, squeezing his ball at the base to avoid cumming prematurely. What he was originally doing was trying to find some porn to empty his balls to, releasing stress and gaining dopamine from masturbating. But eventually—like he’s been doing a lot these days—his fingers direct him to your Instagram profile. You, his best friend.

 Satoru does this in secret, waiting until he’s alone in his and Suguru’s apartment to go into his room, close the door, and sin by thinking of you in a way friends don’t of each other. So, he’s trying not to bust too early while he zooms in on your tits in the cute bikini picture you posted just last week, the ones he took of you. The pixels of your magnificent breasts zoom in, sweat and water glistening off of them as your bra hugs and makes them sit just right. He groans, throwing his head back as he feels his cockhead pulse again, deciding to end his edging to cum. 

In his focus on stroking his dick—the squelching and whines echoing in his room—he doesn’t notice the sound of the door opening. Nor of the footsteps heading towards his door, because he moves his hand up and down, up and down, up and down until he’s so close to cumm—-

“Satoru! I got us some mochi!” You yell loudly, and Satoru screams in return, albeit for a different reason. As your head whips up to look at him, alarmed at his shout, you register that his cock and balls are out. And that, in his left hand, is a photo of you. 

You blink, and Satoru blinks back, except with a red, throbbing length in his hand. Then, slowly, you ask, “Why is my picture open, Satoru?”

Satoru swallows, already hearing funeral bells and utters out, “I—I—that was a mistake. I meant to be on Pornhub. Haha! I mean,” he continues on rambling, “why would I be looking at your picture? Obviously, my hand slipped while I was jerking off I mean—” he cuts himself off, because in his yapping, he’s failed to notice how you’ve stalked over to his bed, now straddling him while spitting on his cock.

“Fuck,” he curses, as his pupils dilate watching the thicky, frothy mix of your spit ooze down from your pursed lips onto his dick. “W–what are you—” You motion for him to stand up, orienting yourself so that your throat was hanging off the bed and you were on your back on his mattress. 

“Since you’re so desperate,” you give him a deadly sweet smile as he stands, dick above your face. You give his tip a little kiss, and he shivers. “You can fuck my throat.”

Satoru definitely takes you up on that offer.

He can’t even believe that he’s here, you deepthroating his dick so nice. “Thank you, thank you,” he whines, gyrating his hips sloppily into the tight, wet heat of your mouth as your lips suckle on him. “Needed this so, so much.” You’ve even uncovered your tits, them bouncing nicely as Satoru continuously lodges himself in your throat. “Please, please let me cum.”

You gently push against his hips, indicating you want him out of your mouth. Raspily, you wipe the trail of spit that’s left your mouth and laugh meanly and give him a deceptively sweet kiss on his balls. “You have to last at least 10 more minutes, okay?”

And Satoru can do nothing but obey you, driving himself to the hinge of climax but never over, whimpering as your mouth swallows him up. 

GETO SUGURU ⸺ BIG DICKED BULLY FUCKS CUTE ANIME GIRL INTO SUBMISSION!

Your safe haven is your library. There, the man who’s been torturing you for most of your college career, Suguru Geto, doesn’t know where you hide, nor does he frequent the place. You’re focused in on your assignments right now, having fallen behind due to Suguru’s antics of bothering you and disturbing your peace to humiliate you across campus. It’s late at night, and there’s not a lot of people to disturb you. You thought.

You’re wrenched out of your state of focus as someone harshly pulls your chair back, grabbing your chin to meet your eyes with his. Your bully, Suguru.

 You gasp in surprise as he roves his eyes over you and what you’re wearing. A short skirt, one he dare wouldn’t admit made you look cute, and a sweater. Silently, he sits down while you tremble, looking at him with shaky eyes that makes his cock swell in his pants.

He smirks. “You thought you could hide from me?” He then ticks his head towards your textbook. “Whatcha reading? Recite it to me.” 

Even though you were confused as to why he would have you do that, you hurried to do as he said. Meanwhile, his siren eyes roved over your form, choosing to settle in between your thighs.

“Schroedinger’s theory had proved classical physicists wro—-“ You’re interrupted by your own gasp, because Suguru’s laid a hand that’s gently caressing your inner thigh.

“Go on,” he purrs, getting closer and closer to the heat of your pussy.

You swallow and go on. “…had proved classical physicists wrong, showing that unexplained phenomena in spectroscopy and atoms demonstrated discrete—-“

Meanwhile, he’s inched his hand inside of your panties, softly rubbing at your clit in a manner unbecoming of the mean Suguru you know. Before you know it, your orgasm was creeping up on you, and your legs were trembling while Suguru buried his face in your neck, giving you soft kisses. 

“Cmon, you slut,” he whispered, the softness of his voice contrasting with the harshness of his words, “are you too stupid to read?”

You whimper as he delves a finger into your hole, collecting the ooze there and going back to your clit. “…atoms demonstrated discrete properties, referred to as quanta—-“ It’s with a nasty lick to the shell or your ear that you’re cumming, squealing loudly as you cream on his fingers, humiliated at the show you were forced to put on in the library.

Suguru pulls his fingers out and sucks on them languidly, looking you in the eye. “Now slut, you’re going to do that seated on my dick. Got it?”

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a/n hiii pookies this was late sorry </3 but ANYWAYS im excited to write (and ride) cowboy geto and spiderman!gojo next! consider joining my kinktober taglist if you're interested <3 part 1 of this here btw

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[eccentricallygothic]

Coy

Pairing: Daddy!Steve Rogers | Shy Gf!You.

Description: Steve makes his shy girl call him Daddy <3

Warning(s): Stevie is lowkey a lil mean, m!dom, f!sub, size kink, unprotected p-in-v, missionary, doggy style, dick riding towards the end, spanking, hair pulling, age gap bc it's me, slight bondage idk, choking, humiliation, dumbification, dirty talk. MDNI.

Type: Request for my lovely @chxrryhansen, here. 

MASTERLIST

❤️

“C'mon, just say it, baby” Steve wasn't sure if the annoyance in his voice was unclear or if you were just that stupid. 

“Nooo, Stevie!” You giggled even though you had been whining just a few seconds ago because of how much strength he had had to use and the endurance that had been required of you to withstand the entering of his monstrous cock in your tight little pussy. Yes, Steve had indeed fingered you before that. And yes, it still hadn't been enough to open up your tiny hole. 

Not for Steve, anyway.

“Oh—” he stopped to keep himself from saying something hurtful because you were too sensitive for your own good. “Just… fuck!” He abruptly cursed as your pussy responded to the twitching of his dick by clenching around it just when he was balls deep inside you. “Just say it for me, yeah, baby?” You were choking his dick out and his dick was in pain too. 

Only, your tightness and his girth made up a pain too nice for either of you to want to stop. 

Your face was flush and your heavy breaths were labored, the weight of his massive body pressing yours down into the mattress. “B- But it's wrong, S- Stevie…” It took him all his strength to not scoff at your words so he took his ire out on your poor little nipple that was trapped between his cruel fingertips. 

“Why?” Steve's hips nearly collided with yours when he gave you yet another heavy but speedy thrust. 

“B- Because you're not actually my Daddy, S- Steve— hnng!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt his breach intensify, the pangs that were being caused by the vicious jabbing of his hard, thick tip against your innermost spot on the brink of reaching your cervix. 

Steve's nose flared and his blue eyes suddenly flashed you an icy look. “Yeah?” His eyebrows went flat but the violent rocking of his body against yours didn't. The room was full of the gut-wrenchingly obscene sounds of skin slapping against flesh. “Who do you think I am, then?” 

It was getting harder to form proper words the more his cock caused for the burning knot to tighten between your hips. “Y- You… You're… AH!” Your arms that were coiled around his broad shoulders tightened against his neck to withstand how his huge hand rudely was squeezing your boob. “You're… b- bofi…” Steve's strength was no joke.

“And who says bofis can't be Daddies?” The golden haired man expectantly peered down at you for an answer but you were too busy moaning and rocking yourself against his cock as much as his heavy body allowed you to do so. 

“B- But…” Your small protest told him all he needed to know.

Steve didn't have time for this nonsense. 

A loud plop! sounded in the air and you blushed a deep shade of red despite your worked up state. Before you could word your complaint about why Steve had suddenly pulled out of your weepy cunt, the older flipped you onto your chest and roughly pushed what remained of your shirt -the beast had a thing for ripping your clothes off, good thing he made up for it by buying you prettier compensations- up your arms and around your wrists until they were bound above your head. 

New slick bubbled out of your opening as you whimpered and felt your hole blink in sensitive realization of the fact that now he wanted you to lay your face down and keep your ass up. Fuck. When he took you like that, there was absolutely nothing he couldn't make you do or say. 

After that, Steve had your throat in one hand and your boobs in the other, his muscular thighs fished their way under your trembling legs to collect them out of his way. His tip that had cooled down a bit made you jump when he entered you again and though the penetration was somewhat easier this time around, you couldn't help but whine from the stretch again. 

And then, Steve went into a crazed jackhammer mode. Your throat tickled and ached from the deep groans that crawled up your vocal cavity, ones that your position was forcing you to stifle into the mattress. The temperature of his cock easily returned back to its previous warmth. 

“Say it” he demanded as he squeezed your windpipe. 

All you could let out was a humiliating, breathless and incoherent guttural ‘aaaaah~’ as your body began to slide off his due to the force of his brutal fucking. The tip of your nose hurt from how it rubbed up and down the bedding.

“Tsk, messy little kiddie brat” his hand abandoned your boob to firmly claw around one of your thighs to hold you in place to ensure a smooth pounding. “Needs Daddy for everything but acts like she doesn't” you could deny it to your heart's content and be as shy and ‘innocent’ as you pleased, but the way you moaned, messed yourself up and clenched when he said the dirtiest things was not lost on him.

Steve knew you liked it all just as much as he did. 

“Oh, my God—!” Steve squeezed your throat again because he did not like what he was hearing. Your lungs ached from the strain he was putting them under.

“Now that's a bit far, baby” before he shook in mirth and the vibration of his body shook your squishy walls, the sensation causing your eyes to roll until their undersides burnt. “But I guess that's okay too” your fucked out mind felt somewhat relieved. Maybe this would satiate him and you would not have to— “But that's not what I want to hear you call me tonight” your chest ached from the wheeze you let out when he finally let your throat go to smack your ass and you could breathe again. “Come on, now. Chop, chop” you cried out from the frustration. 

He was so mean.

“After all, Daddies take care of their kids. And I take care of you, don't I?” There was something in the way he worded it. You moaned out loud. His balls began to penetrate your stubborn opening. 

And then he crept his fingers between your legs and against your cunt. The grainy digits stroked your hardened flesh. And you knew at once, you had lost. 

It was impossible to hold back now. The taut dam of your building orgasm came undone and your toes curled as bittersweet relief exploded between your hips and down your legs.

“DADDY! OH, DADDY! OH!” You began to chant uncontrollably, feeling your knees shake as cold sweat trickled down the back of your thighs. 

“Now that's more like the dirty little slut that I've raised on this cock” when Steve really got into chasing his own orgasm, and he always did that after yours, the most obscene and sodomous things came out of his mouth. “Tell me, brat” since you were going through a mind melt, Steve smacked your ass to redirect your attention to him. “Will you ever try to deny your Daddy again?” His hand wrapped your hair around it and your body curved in a humiliating angle as he pulled you up to bounce on his cock now.

“N- No, no, Daddy, no! Never!” Your orgasm was turning into overstimulation and there was not a damn thing you could do about it.  

“Really?” You broke into a fit of cries when Steve began to pat-slap your clit. “Doesn't sound very convincing to me…”

“No! No, Daddy! I promise! I promise! I promise I won't, Daddy!” You were curved so far out that your head collapsed on one of his hard shoulders. Your chest ached from how violently your tits bounced up and down.

“That's my girl” The baritone of Steve's voice drilled into your mind as he looked down at you before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, one tyrannical paw settling on your chest to keep you from falling down, hips springing you up and down like a mindless little toy.

❤️

Everything tag 🩷: @rosecentury

I know it sucks, I am sorry. I have a very bad creative block these days but I am trying my best to clear out all requests <3 

[kooqitas]

— need to deserve ★ with: jjk!

#pairings: jjk X reader

#synopsis: you are willing to do anything to cum

#tags: pwp, sex, rough sex, cockslut, rough sex, spanking, spit, vaginal sex, degradation, humiliation, orgasm denial, orgasm play, feetkink (you use his feet!), idk i just wanna write something hot

🌸 . . nsfw, +18 | 

🌴 english isn’t my first language, so be patient :)

’to cum on my dick need to deserve, and i think you won’t deserves that’’

‘’jungkook, please’’ you scream, crying because you really need cum, that was all too much.

it was the second or third time he stopped right when you were going to cum, it was frustrating you

‘’please? now you can say ‘please’? you are pathetic!’’ he spit on you, literally! ‘’and i still fuck this hole until i feel satisfied’’

‘’please let me cu, i do anything’’

‘’anything? including let me eat this asshole, hm?’’

‘’yes! so, please, let me cum’’

he laughed, removing completely his dick of you.

‘’i don’t know, i can found a hole in everywhere, why i choose just you’’

‘’jungkook, pleaseeee’’ you moaning, sounding like a plea, in that situation you would let jungkook fuck any hole of yours, you just wanted him.

and he knows that! he gives a slap on your face, spit on you again, laugh for the way you are.

‘’just that? you really think that one ‘please’ give me fuck you? c’mon girl, if you want you need ask, but better.’’

‘’jungkook, i really need to cum, fuck, please’’

‘’so boring, what type of slut you are?’’

‘’your!’’ you answered.

‘’oh no, with this pathetic way you really think that is mine?’’ 

‘’to be honest, jungkook, if you won’t like me, you won’t be here’’

oh, yes, mostly, you are a sub, you really were a good sub, but sometimes pushing back was necessary…

‘’you’re right, so i cum… i cum in this pussy, my pussy, right?’’

‘’only your’’

so his put his cock in you again, and for the fifth or sixth time in this night, his spit on you, when fuck your pussy.

‘’in a while you won't be of any use anymore, this hole is getting wide open, i like tight whores’’

‘’y-your di-dick opened m-me’’

‘’of course is my dick, or my slut is giving her cunt for other guys… or girls?’’

‘’no… just you’’

‘’is this needy hole just for me?’’ you agree. 

he still fucking you, pinching your nipples and spanking you every time his cock entered in you again.

‘’noooo, jungkook nooo’’ you scream. ‘’please, let me cum, please. anything.’’

jungkook got up, sitting at the foot of the bed, you didn't even understand what he was doing there.

‘’how muh you want cum, baby?’’

oh, no! you know that tone of voice.

‘’do you anything? really?’’

you knew that 'anything' excluded what you had talked about before and one of you had refused, so you weren't afraid to agree

‘’yes! anything, so let me cum, please’’

‘’ride on my feet!”

‘’on your face?’’

‘’has the cock you received affected your hearing? sit on my fucking feet!’’

the reality is that you were so desperate that you didn't even think, you placed your pussy against jungkook's foot, moaning at the cold contact.

‘’really a cockslut! but only one hole is not enough for me! suck my dick when you ride, whore!’’

and you obeyed, of course you obeyed.

jungkook didn't give up, pulling your hair and pushing his foot more and more against you, it was so humiliating to moan on top of your foot with his cock in your mouth, but damn, it felt so good

and you came right there on his foot, specifically when he pressed his thumb against your entrance, making your wet pussy swallow his finger.

but you didn't stop riding, you knew you couldn't.

and he ended up cumming again when, as he came in your mouth, he put his thumb in your asshole, the finger without any lubrication entering you gave a mix of pain and pleasure that only jungkook would know how to tease

‘’at least this one is still tight, we'll have to play with it now’’

and then he pulled you by your hair, throwing you doggy style on the bed.

 you knew the night was just beginning

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Hello!! It’s me again. I am simply obsessed with the Kokushibo x fem! Reader that I requested, the “after hours” story. Like, it’s my favorite story currently.

I’m wanting to request a nsfw Muzan x fem! Reader where he has a maid (reader) and he saw her on the floor trying to scrub a spot off the floor that is refusing to come off. (her maid uniform/ outfit is short so her ass is peaking out) So he decides to pick her up by her forearm and leads her to his bedroom/chamber (not sure what to call it) and fucks her. (Not unwanted sex.)

I swear, requesting nsfw is awkward.😭

I’m so sorry for this request being a really long request, I hope this makes sense.😭

Please, take your time and have a good weekend and good next week!

Temptation

Pairing: Muzan x Fem!maid reader

Synopsis: Muzan seeing his maid bent over while cleaning and her not realizing how hard she made him♡

Content: Maid outfit, clothes on sex, Muzan is a ass man, Muzan being somewhat nice 😱, Dom Muzan, size kink (Muzan has a big pp), sub reader, Horny Muzan, doggy style, oral (M receiving), throat fucking, praising/degrading, edging, cum eating, creampie

Word count: 2.5k♡

A/n: Nooo don't feel awkward!!! You made a lot of sense dw. Hope you like this!♡

"How frustrating," Muzan said to himself in a low growl under his breath as he walked into his home. Nakime teleported Muzan back home after today's many failed experiences to make a replica of the blue spider lily. He has been trying to conquer the sun for many years and has invested his time searching and studying about this flower.

Knowing this, an annoyed day is very usual for Muzan. He is rarely satisfied, but today, he was angry. Angry another day went by with a failed experiment, and none of his upper ranks brought him news about the flower he desperately needed. Muzan lossend his tie and kicked off his shoes off at the front door and made his way inside with the intention of heading to his bath to relax.

However, he stopped once he turned the coner and saw you. His house maid on the floor, on your hands and knees, scrubbing the blood stain off the floor with all your strength. Usually, Muzan would be angry at you for being in his way, but it's like all the anger he felt from today was just gone once he eyes lay upon your ass from behind, admiring it's shape when your bent over.

You stopped and let out a heavy sigh. You leaned over more to rest your cheek down on the back of your hands. "Why is human blood so hard to get out? Wish it was a demons blood.. it would've just evaporated," you breathlessly said to yourself. You hadn't noticed Muzan come in yet, and with how you're bent over, it was only natural for your short skirt to ride up and expose your behind.

Muzan couldn't look away. His eyes narrow, seeing how the lining of your panties dig into the flesh of your ass and his eyes looked down between your legs to see how your panties also hug your pussy in place. Muzan's jaw clenched. He tried to hold himself back. He "didn't have time for this" or at least that's what he repeated in his head.

However, Muzan just couldn't push his thoughts away. His body couldn't either. Muzan's jaw lossened to let out some breaths, his fangs exposed, and his eyes looked down to his crotch. His body grew hot and he felt the blood rush down to his cock and saw the bulge for in his pants from his hard cock. Muzan couldn't take it anymore. It's been so long since he had a pretty human Satisfy him, especially after tonight.

Muzan needed you, and he needed you now. He cleared his throat for you to notice his arrival, and you snapped out of your exhausted state. You quickly turned around, fixing your skirt, and sat down on the floor. "Welcome home, Lord Muzan. I'd greet you better, but as you can see.." You chuckled nervously. "The stain is quiet hard to get out," you explain.

You were prepared for Muzan to throw some kind of insult at you but not prepared for his response. "I prefer this greeting." Muzan said. His lips were once a frown when he came into the house and now curled into a smirk. A lustful smirk. You opened your mouth to say something, but then your eyes lingered to his lower half and seen the bulge in Muzan's pants.

Muzan took notice of you seeing his arousal and walked closer to you. Close enough for his crotch to be inches away from his face, not hiding it at all. You couldn't help but stare at it for a moment and observe how big his bulge is up close. You got curious to know just how big his cock really is out of his boxers but then you tried to snap out of it and looked at Muzan.

Muzan chuckled. "Dirty girl. Curious to see a demons cock mm?" He said and watched your eyes widen in embarrassment. You forgot. Muzan can read minds, not just demons, but humans too. "I'm sorry, Lord Muzan," you apologized. Muzan gave you a soft grin and brought his hand to your head, and petted your head.

"Oh darling. I don't think a simple sorry can fix this. Just look at how hard you've made me from seeing you bending over like a bitch in heat and having that pretty ass out for just anyone to see" Muzan smirked as he pushes your head towards to have your cheek softly rest on his hard on. Your heart was racing from the excitement. This wasn't on purpose, nor was it planned.

You were simply tired from scrubbing the floor to notice Muzan's arrival. However, you couldn't help but enjoy how things were turning out. It made you feel good knowing you were able to make Muzan this hard. You felt it on your cheek, of course. It would be a waste to turn down this golden opportunity from a handsome, attractive demon like Muzan.

"Master should I.." Your words trail off in a seductive tone as you take off your cleaning gloves. You slide your hand up his muscular thigh and over his bulge. You couldn't help but tease it by rubbing his tip though his pants and then giving his cock a little squeeze. "Fuck.." Muzan swore under his breath and grabbed your hand, stopping you from teasing him anymore.

You were about to apologize, thinking Muzan didn't like that, but he pulled you up from the ground. Before you could balance yourself, Muzan bent down to sneak his hand under your thigh and picked you up, holding your body over his shoulder. "Lord Muzan-" you held onto Muzan as he carried you to his bedroom. Once inside, he kicked the door shut behind him and put you down on his bed, almost throwing you.

"I give you permission to call me Muzan." He said and motioned his finger for you to bring your face closer. You adjust yourself to aline your face to his crotch. He let out a soft sigh as he felt the tightness around his pants release once you've unbuckled his belt and pulled out his hard cock.

Muzan is big, you thought as your hand stroked down to the base and back up to his tip. Your hand squeezed around the thick width size of his cock as well. You looked up at Muzan. A look that thought if you could really take it but he chuckled. "I take if you've seen smaller. You're about to have sex with a demon darling. We're quite bigger then human males. You'll get used to the size." Muzan pet your head again.

You nod and open your mouth to wrap your lips around the tip. Muzan let out a soft grunt as you start by sucking lightly on his tip and rolling your tongue around it, teasing his pre cum. "Your lips are so soft.." Muzan said through a heavy breath. "I could put you to better use than just a maid. Now let's open that mouth," Muzan said and watched you open your mouth. "Yes, that's it- f-fuck" Muzan moaned once you got his cock half way in your mouth.

You took him, little by little and deeper, bobbing your head and moaning each time you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. You continue to lay on your stomach with half your body up, using your hands to support yourself, and look up at Muzan. He moaned at the site of how pretty you looked and thrust his hips forward a bit. "You're too good at this~" He said and placed both hands on your head.

"You're gonna make me cum soon. Breath through your nose, and don't you dare gag" Muzan said, already having that slight fucked out expression on his face, close to his orgasm. He thrust his hips forward, groaning at how your mouth squeezed his cock in as he fucked it. "That's the face I want to see," Muzan said, seeing your glossy eyes and knit brows and the feeling the vibrations of your moans around his cock.

You felt your drool drip down your chin and onto your hands, tightly gripping onto the sheets as Muzan's hips thrust faster. His veiny hands having a firm hold on your head as he pleasures himself in your mouth till his thrusts came to a stop and releasing his cum inside. Muzan hunched over slightly and placed his hand to your neck, mainly having his thumb on your throat.

"That's it. Drink it." Muzan catches his breath and has his thumb there to feel more satisfaction, knowing you are drinking it. There's only so much you could take, a demon really can cum a lot and you felt some of his cum spill out from the side of your chin. He pulled your mouth off his cock and pulled his pants down to drop around his ankles.

"On hands and knees, now," Muzan said, standing at the edge of the bed with his cock still hard in your face. You cleaned your mouth and got up to turn around. "Let me see that pretty ass again~" Muzan bit his bottom lip as he watched you lift your skirt over you ass. He smirked and grabbed your ass. "All you did was suck my cock and your already soaked? Dirty girl," Muzan rubbed hus thumb up and down over the set spot of your panties.

You felt a bit shy at the call out of your arousal sate but you couldn't help but moan from the feeling of how his thumb rubbed your cunt through your panties, even feeling his thumb push harder as if it rip through your panties to be inside you. "These are in the way now," Muzan said. You felt his hand grip on your panties and heard a tear as he ripped them right off.

Muzan threw your ruined pantie over his shoulder, onto the ground, and began to slide his tip between your wet folds, to your clit. "I assumed you wanted to take off your maid uniform, but you seem to be getting off to the idea of me fucking you in it" Muzan's voice deepened as he brought his tip to your hole and pushes his tip in and out. "Not that I mind you keeping it on. I could've ripped it off if I wanted to, but you look so fucking good for me right now" he groaned.

You cover your mouth, moaning softly as he felt Muzan fuck you with just his tip until he stopped. You looked back and felt a harsh spank on your ass. Muzan's cock twitched, watching how your ass jiggled from his spank and felt your muscles tighten around his tip and hearing your sweet moan from his slap. "Muzan~" you whined out his name, practically begging for him to fuck you but he just clicks his tounge.

"I thought I've made myself clear. I said that once you're in my room, I'd get you to work. Or did you think that only applied to just sucking my cock" Muzan spanked your ass again. "No~ ooh~" your back arches as you moan. "Then get to it. Fuck yourself on my cock" Muzan said, holding his shaft in place and waited for you to back up on it. You take stady breaths, preparing yourself as he push your hips back, moaning as you felt his cock go inside.

Muzan let out a deep sigh as he felt your walls tighten around his length and how your pussy sucked him in as you move your hips back and fouth. Your ass smacking back against his lower half. "Feels good?" Muzan asked, and you nodded your head, biting your bottom lip. Muzan spanked your ass again, harder this time until you felt a sting. "I asked you a question. You know I hate repeating myself." Muzan said.

"Yes! It feels so good~ really good Muzan" You whimper and begin to fuck yourself back on his cock faster until he grabbed your hips. "Uh, uh. Slow." He said, and you let out a desperate moan as you go back on it slowly. "That's it. Ask to go after when your ready to cum." Muzan teased. You were getting close, you reached your hand down to rub your clit.

Each time you move your hips back, your moans grew Louder and you began to rub your clit faster. "Please~" you begged, over and over. "Please, what? Speak up." Muzan huffed and spanked your ass again. "Please~ c-can I move faster? I need to cum" you begged, looking back at Muzan who had a devilish grin on his face. "Yeah. Go ahead and cum on my cock"

As soon as you heard those words, your ass smacked back against Muzan, filling the sounds with skin smacking against each other and moans. "Muzan!" You rubbed your clit faster until your hips stopped and your legs shaking as you came on his cock. "Good girl." Muzan moan, mixed in wjth a growl as he grabbed onto your hips and began to thrust his hips. "Good- fucking- girl," he said and fucks you through your orgasm.

You gasped, moaning loudly as his hips thrust fast and hard. You heard his deep moans and heavy breaths. It's like he was holding back before and is now fucking you like he wants to fill you up with his cum. "Taking my cock so good" he grunted as his hands push down on your hips, making you arch your back more, till you decide to rest your upper body on the bed, eventually getting you in a face down, ass up position.

"Muzan~ Muzan, please-" You whine loudly, feeling his big cock deeper inside your sensitive cunt. You moved your hand back behind you to Muzan's thigh, to some what, push him back. "Move your fucking hands" Muzan demanded, his voice deepening as he grabbed your hand and held it behind your back. "M-Muzan i-" "How dare you think you get to cum and make a mess on my cock and try to hold me back?" Muzan cut you off as he grunts.

Muzan grabbed both your hands, holding them behind your back with one hand and continued to fuck you. "M-sorry~" you slur your words. "I-Im just so sensitive- Muzan," you whimpered. "Too Sensitive to take my cum in your sloppy cunt?" Muzan asked. No, I'm not! Please cum inside me, please~" you begged and heard his deep grunts and moans softly turn into whimpers as he fucks you.

Muzan was already close. His hips snacking faster and slopper until he stopped and all he could mutter out was a, "fuck" as his tip kissed up against your cervix and released his thick load inside you. Like before, you felt so much cum. You moan into the sheets as you feel his thick load inside and splat out of you on the bed. Muzan calmed down enough to steady his breathing again and slowly pulled out of you.

Muzan placed his hand on your ass cheek but then pressed his thumb on your asshole. "This is what happens when you bend over like that in my house." He smirked, knowing how much you also enjoyed it and he leaned down towards your ear.

"How about we go another round and I train this hole to take my cock next?"

[itcouldwearyourskin]

No, nooo it's okay, sweetie. I understand. It's only natural for a puppy like you to fantasize about taking knot from another doggy instead of human cock. I'm not judging you.

Huh? What am I doing with this large dog carrier? Don't worry about it.

[thescarletnargacuga]

Human!Caine trying to bathe puppy!Bubble! (You can make it showtime, if you wish lol)

A/N: AWWWWWW!!!

BATH TIME

A HUMAN!SHOWTIME ONESHOT

WARNING: none! Just slice of life domestic fluff

~~~

"Come on, Bubble! Work with me here!" Caine struggled to get his medium sized, mud covered mutt through the bathroom door. "Alright, you've forced my hand. Come here!" He picked up Bubble, smearing mud down the front of his shirt.

Bubble braces his front paws against the doorframe in defiance.

Pomni giggles from behind her phone, recording her husband trying to give their dog a bath. "Why didn't you hose him down out back first?"

"Because he wouldn't stop eating the water." Caine tried maneuvering Bubble through the narrow threshold without getting too many marks on the walls. "Are you going to stand there laughing the whole time or are you going to help?"

"Hmmmmm, I think you've got this."

Caine playfully glared at his wife as he finally got Bubble through the door. Pomni came in behind him and shut the door. The tub was already running with warm water, dog shampoo bottles at the ready.

Caine set Bubble down inside the tub. "Come on, boy. You love water. You'll be fine."

Bubble immediately tried to get out, whining. Caine put an arm around Bubble, preventing escape. Bubble looked to Pomni with sad puppy eyes.

"You're okay, buddy. Daddy's gonna clean you up." Pomni spoke in a soothing voice to calm the pup. "How did he end up like this anyway?"

Caine used the shower extension to start rinsing the mud out of Bubble's fur. "It rained last night and he found every mud puddle at the dog park."

"Aw, buddy. Did you have fun?" Pomni kneeled down to record Bubble's adorable face.

Bubble wagged his tail and tried to lick the phone.

"He had so much fun, he didn't want to leave. If you think getting him into the bathroom was difficult, you should have seen me trying to get him in the car." Caine chuckled, then realized. "Uh... Don't use the car anytime soon."

Pomni laughed. "It's that bad?"

"The backseat...the front..."

"What?" Pomni continued to laugh.

Caine grinned. "The steering wheel....the roof..."

"Oh my god!" Pomni almost dropped her phone in the tub from laughing.

"Yeah, I get to add car detailing to my to-do list." Caine took off Bubble's collar and hung it over the edge of the tub before grabbing a bottle of doggy shampoo.

"I'll help you with that. It's needed in deep cleaning anyway." Pomni kept a hand on Bubble so he wouldn't be tempted to jump out.

Bubble shook, sending muddy water everywhere.

"Ah!" Pomni trying ducking below the tub to get out of the line of fire. It didn't help much. She still got dirty dog water in her hair and on her back.

Caine just sat there on his knees and took it as he poured shampoo in his hand. "And now the bathroom too. Looks like today's going to be a cleaning day." He massaged the shampoo into Bubble's fur, getting him all lathered up.

Pomni grabbed a hand towel and dabbed the water off of Caine's face.

"Thank you, dear." Caine smiled.

Pomni gave Caine a kiss on the cheek. "You're welcome." Bubble whined and tried licking Pomni. Pomni pushed him back. "Nooo, not yet. You're all soapy."

Bubble have a small bark and shook again. Suds covered the couple, as well as the counter and mirror behind them.

Caine spat away suds covering his mouth. "Forget the car, I need a bath now."

"I think Bubble is already obliging." Pomni put her phone away to protect it from further spray and helped keep Bubble still as he was rinsed.

Bubble shook twice more through the rinse cycle, drenching his human caretakers. He jumped out of the tub when they finally let go of him.

Pomni grabbed to towels. One for Caine, and the other she used to dry Bubble. "Who's a good boy? Yeah, you were so good." Pomni praised as she toweled him down.

Bubble excitedly wagged his tail and wiggled under the towel, panting happily.

"Yeah, you're a good boy that deserves a treat for taking a bath." Pomni clicked Bubble's collar back on and opened the bathroom door.

Bubble zoomed out, rubbing himself against the floor and furniture.

Caine stood, drying his hair. "That went surprisingly well. Remember the first bath we ever tried to give him?"

"When we first found him in our garbage bin? Poor thing probably thought it was the end of the world. Now, look at him. Our Bubble-headed boy is just enjoying life." Pomni watched Bubble roll around on the carpet.

Caine put his towel down, his red hair all disheveled. "As all dogs should. Now..." He hugged Pomni from behind. "I don't know about you, but I smell like wet dog. Care to join me for a shower?"

Pomni leaned into him. "I don't know...you always make it so hard to get clean." She smirked.

"What can I say, I'm a happily married man." Caine kissed her cheek.

Bubble bolted out the dog door to the backyard. At first, Caine and Pomni didn't think much of it. "Wait..." Pomni said. "Didn't you say it rained last night?"

"Yeah...oh no!" Caine and Pomni ran to the back door, watching in horror as their best boy dove right into a giant puddle.

[pressplay-if]

please do the NSFW alphabet for Angel

Hahahaha hell yeahh. btw I'm using the same "template" as @thelonelyshore-if did, dunno if there's any other floating around...

A - Aftercare: He's just gonna start yapping idk. "Soooo how was I? Omg, you made such a weird noise tho, but don't worry, don't worry, it was cute..."

B - Body part: about himself, nothing really. He just doesn't pay that much attention to himself. Also has no preference when it comes to his partner. He prefers the overall picture, doesn't discriminate between any limbs in particular...

C - Cum: Don't... don't cum on him... Or well, his belly or his lower back is okay, it just happens, but don't cover him in it. He doesn't rly love that.

D - Dirty Secret: He's an open book. Whether you want him to be or not. He has nooo "inside thoughts". Or, you know, just thoughts in general (jk I love him I love him)

E - Experience: Angel has an average amount of experience. The odd hookup here and there. Nothing crazy.

F - Favorite position: Doggy, he doesn't care who's on top. Also, he loves being ridden.

G - Goofy (whether they're more serious or playful in the moment): Definitely goofy af.

H - Hair (how well groomed): He doesn't really shave anywhere.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantically): pretty chill and playful. But also kind of needy, depending on the situation.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): He jacks off a lot, actually. Sometimes just because he's bored. That can actually be a hindrance during sex bc he might be too used to his own death grip to come everytime.

K - Kinks: he likes public stuff, risk of getting caught and causing a scandal and so on. Also, he's down for anything MC might wanna try.

L - Location (fav places): anything public that's not super gross. A gas station bathroom won't do.

M - Motivation (what turns them on): Skill. Seeing someone do sth they're really good at makes him want them carnally. You see how that would work out with the MC.

N - No (sth they won't do): eat cum

O - Oral: He prefers being on the receiving end, though he can have lots of fun giving, too, as long as it doesn't end with the partner coming in his mouth. He's not half bad at it either.

P - Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?): fast, but only slightly rough.

Q - Quickie: He's down. Anytime

R - Risks (are they game to experiment?): Absolutely.

S - Stamina (how long do they last?): he can last very long actually, especially given how he doesn't always cums. Once he does tho, it's over.

T - Toys (does he have any? how does he use them?): No toys, only death grip.

U - Unfair (how much does he like to tease?): depends on his mood. If he's feeling particularly sassy, sure, but mostly it isn't really his thing. Unless you count his general playfulness as teasing

V - Volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes): he can be silent when it's required, but he enjoys giving words of affirmation and just moaning and stuff while it happens. So more often than not, he's pretty loud.

W - Wild Card (a random headcanon): can't think of any

X - X-ray (what's under his clothes?): nothing of note, really. He's really pretty average, but he doesn't really mind. Most of the time, he doesn't think about his body, but he has no illusions either. He's got a lot of hair and acne on his back that he hates. (It's bad enough on his face...)

Y - Yearning (how high is his sex drive?): pretty high, actually, if you count his masturbation habits.

Z - Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards): not so fast. You have to listen to his full review of your performance first.

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10.16: being fucked in ‘dominant’ positions by sub!leon ♡ making him stay still during doggy, just rocking yourself back onto him </3 it drives him crazy being left to just watch while you use him like a dildo, whines please fuck me faster, only for you to stop and press your hips flush to his and cockwarm him. that’s not what he wanted!! now he’s extra talky, drapes his body atop yours and pants in your ear, nooo that felt so good, why’d you stop? please please please just fuck me—he’s on the verge of tears at this point. you’ve been edging for him so long he thinks he’s going to lose his mind, you look so pretty with your back arched and ass bouncing on him like this but you won’t let him cum :( and what’s worse is he allows you to torture him—he could easily overpower you and grip your hips and fuck you senseless, but he doesn’t because he’s a good boy and knows his place ♡

[wrightingdungeon]

Growing Pains

Don't mind the writers block I'm going through, trying to get it to go away.

Enjoy a Shane fic in the meantime

Looking down at the plastic chew toy in his hand, Shane sighed, thinking about how his life ended up this way. 

He had moved him and his goddaughter here for a quiet, safe life, definitely not because he was depressed and lost in his mind about how to raise a child. Nooo.

And yet here he was buying a chew toy because- 

“You got a dog!” 

Damn it, Sam’s voice rang loud in his ears. Looking up at the taller yet younger male Shane’s brain froze, what should he say? How would he say it? 

“Jas… Jas has been wanting one…” He said slowly, trying not to sweat from the anxiety pooling in his stomach, that was kind of the truth

Like every child does at some point she had been asking for one, but that wasn't why he was buying a chew toy.

“DUDE! You are getting her a dog!” Sam jumped in place as his smile split his face. “That's so cool! I wish my parents would get us a dog, then us two and Alex can have doggy play dates!” 

Shane rolled his eyes slightly at Sam's excitement, always beaming with happiness. “Yeah, sure.” He said curtly while shoving the dog toy under his arm. 

Sam didn’t seem to notice Shane’s curt response as he leaned in closer. “Wait, did you get the dog already?” he asked, his eyes lighting up. “I wanna see them!.”

Shane forced a thin smile, his grip tightening on the chew toy. “No, no. It’s… uh, getting sorted. We got an adoption planned.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. “She’s... just not ready.”

“Oh man, I can’t wait to meet her,” Sam said, his voice bubbling with excitement. Though Shane was happy that he hadn't picked up on his tension at all. “Can I come by and help set up or something? I bet Jas is thrilled.”

“Uh, no I got it,” Shane replied, his mind racing. The last thing he needed was Sam poking around, especially with how Jas was now. She’d already gnawed through two of his shoes and had developed a habit of barking at the vacuum cleaner.

“Vincent’s gonna be so jealous. He’s been talking about wanting a puppy forever.” Sam chuckled, bouncing on his toes. 

The mention of Vincent made Shane’s stomach twist. He swallowed thickly, remembering how Jas had been bitten that night in the woods.

She said Vincent had been there too, the two of them stuck at the hip always, but that he had run off, leaving Jas alone. 

Taking a deep breath he tried to calm his anger, the thought of Jas not making it home that night making his blood burn.

“Yeah, well, don’t tell him,” Shane had to clear his throat, mustering a weak grin. “Just not yet… I want it to be a surprise, alright?”

Sam gave him a thumbs-up, oblivious as ever. “You got it, dude. I’ll keep it under wraps. This is gonna be so awesome.”

“Yeah,” Shane mumbled, already backing away. “Awesome.”

He turned on his heel, making a quick exit out of the aisle before Sam could say anything else. As he walked, he let out a long, shuddering breath. 

How was he going to do this? He was in over his head already. It was one thing raising a kid. It was another thing entirely raising a werewolf kid.

He couldn’t help but think back to the night it happened. Jas was at a sleepover with Vincent, Jodi was supposed to be watching the kids and had let them go out to play.

Shane had woken up hearing Jas crying. He was confused, hearing her voice broken and small. Why was she home?

“Uncle Shane,” she whimpered, her little hands clutched to her chest. “It hurts.”

Shane had sprung out of bed, groggy with sleep, only to freeze at the sight of Jas doubled over on the floor, clutching her stomach, her arm bloody and torn up. 

She was burning up, her skin clammy with sweat. He’d never seen her like this before — she was always so energetic, so full of life. His immediate thought was to call an ambulance, but then she looked up at him, and his heart dropped into his stomach.

Her eyes weren’t her own. They glowed a haunting, feral yellow.

“Jas?” he breathed, his voice cracking. He’d dropped to his knees, reaching out instinctively to touch her, but she flinched away. Scratching out in fear, catching his arm as a low growl rumbled from her throat — not a sound any child could make.

“It HURTS!!” she sobbed again, but her voice was different now, raw and strained as if it was scraping against something primal. Her hands had started to change, fingers curling and elongating, nails sharpening into small, claw-like points. 

Shane could only watch, horror freezing him in place as she continued to change before his eyes.

He didn’t understand what he was seeing. This wasn’t possible. This kind of thing didn’t happen in real life. He wanted to scream, to run, but this was Jas. His Jas.

He needed to do something. Anything.

“Jas,” he managed, forcing calm into his voice despite his rising panic. “It’s okay. I’m here, alright? I'm right here.”

But Jas wasn’t listening. She dropped onto all fours, her small body convulsing as patches of coarse fur sprouted along her arms and legs. She looked up at him again, her eyes wide with terror, and he saw her teeth had sharpened into little fangs.

“I’m scared,” she whispered, her voice almost unrecognizable. And then, she let out a pained howl that filled the entire house.

He’d spent the rest of the night cradling her, not knowing what else to do. He whispered soothing words, holding her close as her body continued to change, the convulsions tearing through her. He’d never felt more helpless in his life.

When the sun finally rose, the transformation seemed to ease. She was back to being a little girl again, but she was exhausted, her tiny frame limp in his arms. 

Shane had not slept a wink, his mind racing with what he’d witnessed. He’d considered taking her to a hospital, but how could he explain this to anyone? They’d take her away, lock her up, and treat her like a monster. And she wasn’t a monster. She was his little girl.

He’d promised her that morning as she slept, still curled up against his chest, that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. He’d figure it out. He had to.

Now, as he walked out of the store, clutching the purchased chew toy in his hand like it was some kind of lifeline, he wondered if he’d made the right choice. How long could he keep this secret? How long before someone noticed that Jas wasn’t just an ordinary kid anymore?

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of someone yelling his name. Shane looked up to see Vincent running towards him, his face flushed with excitement.

“THERE YOU ARE!” Vincent shouted, skidding to a stop in front of him. “Is Jas with you?” He peered around Shane, eyes wide and hopeful.

“Uh, no she's at home,” Shane said, hiding the toy behind his back. “What are you doing here, kid? Shouldn’t you be at home?” He had to hold his tone, reminding himself he was indeed talking to a child.

Vincent’s smile faltered a little, his shoulders slumping. “I just… wanted to see if Jas is okay,” he mumbled. “She hasn’t been at school, and Mom won’t tell me anything.”

Shane felt his chest tighten at the sight of Vincent’s downcast expression. “She’s…” Shane struggled to find the right words. How could he even begin to explain? “She’s been a little under the weather, that’s all. It’s nothing to worry about, buddy.”

Vincent looked up at him, his eyes searching Shane’s face for reassurance. “But it’s been so long,” he whispered. “Is she mad at me for running off? I heard… noises. Growling… But when I turned around, she was gone...”

The words hit Shane like a punch to the gut. He’d been so wrapped up in dealing with Jas’s condition that he hadn’t considered how Vincent might be feeling — the guilt, the confusion, knowing he’d abandoned his best friend.

He could see the kid had bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t been sleeping well, he must have been worrying about Jas ever since that night in the woods.

“No,” Shane said firmly, dropping to one knee to look Vincent in the eye. “Listen to me, kid. Jas isn’t mad at you,” 

The words felt heavier coming out of his mouth than in his head. Still wanting to tear Jodi a new one for letting them go out so late, still mad at Vincent for running off, mad at himself for not protecting Jas.

But what would holding onto the anger do in this situation? Nothing.

It could have very well been him and his mom in his shoes. Feeling scared and alone, not knowing what to do, or who to talk to.

“And… And you didn’t do anything wrong, okay?” He said softly, as he looked at Vincent, seeing tears welling up in his eyes. 

“Then why won’t she see me?”

Shane hesitated, feeling like he was balancing on a knife’s edge. He couldn’t tell Vincent the truth, but he also couldn’t keep brushing him off like this. The kid needed something, some kind of explanation.

“She’s just… going through a rough patch, ok,” Shane said finally. “It’s hard to explain, but I promise you, she’s not mad at you. She really misses you, too.”

Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand Vincent sniffled. “Can I call her or something? Maybe it will make her feel better?”

Shane’s heart twisted in his chest. The sincerity in Vincent’s voice, the pure, untainted concern of a child who just wanted his friend back — it was almost too much to bear.  “Yeah,” he managed, his voice thick. “I think she’d really like that.”

Vincent’s face lit up, and he nodded eagerly. “And I’ll draw her a picture, too!! She loves my pictures.”

Shane forced a smile, reaching out to ruffle Vincent’s hair. “You’re a good kid, Vincent.”

“Do you think she’ll come back to school soon?” Vincent asked, his voice small. “It’s not the same without her.”

Shane swallowed hard. He wished he had an answer for that. He wished he could promise Vincent that everything would go back to normal. But the truth was, he didn’t know when — or if — things would ever be normal again.

“Maybe,” Shane said, standing up and patting Vincent’s shoulder. “Just give her a little more time, okay? She’ll come around.”

Vincent nodded, his expression a mix of hope and uncertainty. “Okay, you promise?”

Shane hesitated for a moment, could he promise? “Yeah, I promise.” He couldn't tell if it was a lie or not, he just hoped it wasn't.

As Vincent turned and ran off, Shane watched him go, feeling like a weight was pressing down on his chest. He was barely holding it together himself. 

Penny and Jodi had been asking about Jas, Vincent is worried, and now he will probably need to buy a dog so that way Sam won't ask him where the damn dog was.

He took a deep breath, glancing down at the chew toy in his hand. It was ridiculous, the lengths he was going to keep this secret. But if it meant protecting his girl, if it meant giving her a chance at a life that wasn’t defined by fear and uncertainty, then he’d do whatever it took.

Later that evening, Shane was sitting at the kitchen table, head in his hands. He’d dropped the chew toy onto the counter, staring at it like it held all the answers he was searching for. Or at least the answer to his shoes no longer being torn up. 

The house felt too quiet now, the kind of quiet that buzzed in his ears. It was always like this after a full moon — Jas would sleep most of the day, exhausted from the transformation, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

He was so lost in his mind that he didn’t notice the tiny footsteps padding into the room until he heard a small voice.

“Uncle Shane?”

Shane’s head snapped up, and he saw Jas standing in the doorway, clutching one of her stuffed animals to her chest. She looked so small, so fragile, her big brown eyes wide and searching. 

“Hey, kiddo,” he said, pulling a smile onto his face. “You’re up early.”

Jas nodded, but she didn’t move any closer. She looked down at the floor, shuffling her feet. “I… I don’t feel good.”

Shane’s heart ached. He stood up, approaching her slowly. “Yeah, I bet. You had a rough night, huh?”

She nodded again, her bottom lip trembling. “My tummy hurts. And my head.”

Shane knelt in front of her, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know, sweetheart. It’s gonna be like this sometimes, okay? But I’m here, and I’ll take care of you.”

Jas’s eyes flicked up to meet his, and there it was — that glint of something not quite human, like a shadow lurking in the depths of her gaze. It vanished almost as quickly as it came, but it was enough to make Shane’s breath catch in his throat.

“Are you mad at me?” she whispered.

The question took him off guard. “Mad? No, honey, why would I be mad at you?”

Jas’s grip tightened on her stuffed animal. “Because… because I’m different now. Because I’m a monster.”

Shane felt his chest clench painfully. He reached out, taking her small hand in his. “Hey, don’t say that. You’re not a monster, okay? You’re my girl. You will always be my girl.”

“But I hurt you,” she said, her voice so small he almost didn’t hear it. “I… I hurt you, Shane.”

Shane glanced down at his arm, where the deep scratch marks were still visible. He’d hidden it under his sleeve this morning, not wanting to alarm her, but clearly, she remembered. He gently squeezed her hand, forcing a smile.

“It was an accident, baby. You didn’t mean to. You were scared.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over onto her cheeks. “I don’t want to be scary,” she sobbed. “I don’t want to hurt you or anyone.”

Shane pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly as she buried her face in his shoulder. He could feel her little body shaking, hear her hiccupping breaths as she cried. He held her close, rubbing soothing circles on her back.

“You’re not a monster,” Shane whispered, his voice barely above a murmur as he held her tight. Her small sobs wracked through his chest, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if he was reassuring her or himself. 

“You’re just... you’re going through something no one should ever have to go through. But I’m here, kid. I’m not going anywhere. Whatever happens, we’ll face it together. Okay?”

Jas nodded against his shoulder, but the tears kept coming. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to be bad.”

“You’re not bad,” Shane said fiercely. “Don’t ever think that. You’re the best and bravest kid I know.”

They stayed like that for a long time, Shane kneeling on the kitchen floor, holding his goddaughter as she cried. He wished he could tell her it would get easier, that this was just a temporary problem. But he didn’t know that, and that uncertainty was what scared him the most.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Jas’s tired little voice breaking through her slowing crys brought a smile to Shane.

“Of course,” He said softly, lifting her into his arms. She snuggled against his chest, and he felt her relax, her breathing evening out.

As he carried her to bed, he couldn’t help but think about what the future might hold. 

He had no idea what he was doing, and he was terrified of making a mistake. But as long as Jas needed him, he’d keep going. He’d keep fighting for her.

Because she was his girl, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep her safe.

[lovechrissturniolo]

reading & answering

"weird" fan questions leads to more

* friends with benefits *

built up & foreplay

ends before the actual sex

short review

Y/N and Chris had been close friends for a while, but a week ago they had - by accident - become intimate: Y/N had spent the night at the Sturniolo's place after a party because she couldn't get a cab.

They both had been longing for physical contact. In Chris's cosy bed, cuddled up under the covers - the desire for each others touches had overcome them.

They agreed afterwards that it should remain a one-off incident. Their friendship meant a lot to both of them and nobody should get hurt.

now

Chris had just posted a story on Insta when the two of them were on the couch, Y/N lay on her side, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Can't wait to see the weird shit." Chris smirked, stretching and making a growling noise.

Y/N enjoyed the view as his body tensed:

his upper body in a black tank top

his stomach briefly to see

the waistband of his boxers peaking out

the outlines on the grey sweatpants

"I can't believe you're up for this right now." Y/N yawned, trying to distract herself from staring at his lap. "It's been such a long day!"

Chris slid a little deeper into the sofa and sighed deeply. "I don't know. I have so much pent-up energy in me - and my head's all over the place right now."

"Maybe I should go soon, it's pretty late." Y/N murmured as she saw the time on his lock screen.

"Nooo, you can't go now!" he replied, jokingly upset. "You have to go through this with me!"

Chris always became very cuddly when he was exhausted and hyper. It brought him down to feel her so close.

Y/N unconsciously put her leg over Chris' lap as she tried to find a more comfortable position. It was not unusual for them to lie cuddled up together, but Y/N immediately realized that it was risky now.

The tension between the two became more intense every day since they slept with each other a week ago.

"Look." he murmured, pointing at the screen. "I knew it wouldn't stop at one!" and pointed to a fan's question:

Favorite position sexually?

"Well, answer then!" Y/N said jokingly and looked up at him. "That's a fair question!"

"Pah," Chris felt a little awkward and rubbed his eyes to avoid eye contact. "I wouldn't even answer that to my friends!"

Y/N smirked. He looked so damn cute when he was a little bit irritated. "Maybe I already know."

Chris eyes got back to hers. "Because we had a drunken quickie once, you think you know everything, huh?" Her eyes being fixed on his lips as he spoke made him slightly nervous.

"Can I take a guess?" Somehow she liked it to tease him a little right now.

"Go for it."

"Regardless of my personal experience with our 'quicky' - I'd say you're the doggy kind of person?"

"Not bad!" he replied in a hoarse voice and cleared his throat. Their faces were so close together that he could feel her breath on his neck. "What's yours?"

"I like the way we did it the other day. Spooning cuddle sex-" Y/N realized that her teasing had the price of becoming increasingly aroused herself.

She lay her head back on his shoulder and took a deep breath. "But it depends, you know?"

Chris swallowed a lump in his throat. "Depends on what?" and wondered why he was even asking. He hadn't been able to think about anything else since they fucked last week. This conversation certainly wouldn't make it more bearable.

"To the mood, the situation, probably?" she mused. "I mean, I love cuddle fucking, but for harder sex, doggy style is wonderful. So rough and animalistic somehow..."

"Fuck yes." Chris rasped, leaning his head back and exhaling deeply, trying not to get too worked up.

"You should pick a new question." Y/N suggested to break the tension a little and leaned on her forearm.

"You pick!" he replied quickly and held the screen in front of her face. Y/N should be in charge of where it would lead, what she started.

It was only fair!

Y/N surrendered to the fact that she was dying to sleep with Chris again since they did it last week and chose another one of the "weird" questions:

Oral - giving or receiving

"Jesus, Y/N!" Chris groaned with a flustered laugh and put his forearm over his face.

Her squirming around, with her leg on his lap, while asking these questions started to make him crazy. "How about you start this time?"

"The questions are for you, not me." Y/N smirked and bit her lower lip.

"Alright." Chris returned somewhat desperately. "Hold on." He took a deep breath and his hand subconsciously reached for her leg to hold it in position.

Y/N's mouth went dry with excitement as she felt his clearly hardening member against her thigh.

"That's actually easy. I love both," he whispered, looking her straight in the eye.

"Same for me." she replied husky and glanzed at the screen again.

Tits or ass?

"That's a shallow question!"

"Why?"

"Because I don't look at tits or ass first."

Chris licked his upper lip with the tip of his tongue. "A nice neck is hot for me." and ran his finger along her neck.

"Waists are sexy, too." he added, tracing hers with his fingertips.

Y/N's pulse began to race and she got goose bumps from his gentle touch.

"Your mouth is beautiful." he added in a quivering voice and pressed his lips to hers.

Y/N put her hand on his chest and pressed herself against him while their mouths opened and their tongues met.

Chris pulled her on top of him and moaned softly from the pleasant feeling of her abdomen on his lap.

"Tits or ass?" he groaned between their kisses, put his hands on her breasts and pressed them gently. "Whatever I can reach..."

Y/N moaned from pleasure burrying her hand in his hair.

length of your dick?

she added breathless, "was one of the questions!" while her free hand wandered between his legs.

"Fuck, Y/N!" Chris moaned as she gently grabbed his cock and tilted the head in his neck from pleassure.

"One more exception wouldn't hurt, right?" she moaned in his ear.

"Fuck, you don't even have to ask!"

I love describing the built up/foreplay part more than the actual act, so I leave the rest to your imagination.

Hope you like it! 💕

⬅️ more

[omegalomania]

FIRST NIGHT OF TOURDUST AT WRIGLEY

im writing down all the stuff that i remember so i dont forget!! obviously the big ones were GINASFS LIVE?? HELLO??? i was very unspoiled for the setlist so every song was a huge shock

tai as openers got a hUGE response. and it was great!!! im thrilled to report that bilvy is still a whore <3 he was playing submission games with mike and sisky the whole set, did snakes on a plane, doing high kicks and draping himself all over his bandmates as god intended

i mean it probably goes without saying but i need to shoutout the set design for this tour. oh my god it was SO beautiful. there were no big screens behind them, instead there was a big round screen mounted over the stage and it would play funky videos during all the songs. one half of the stage was this gorgeous blue wrought-iron looking thing with stars and monsters and a clock. the other side was glowing gold, so it was like a night/day dichotomy

there were big red curtains behind the guys and they would sweep shut for a few songs and when they opened again there'd be a new setpiece behind them. like a physical setpiece!! the first one was an anchor, the second was A MOVING DOGGIE HEAD, the third was a huge tree with owl eyes. they were fucking gorgeous

the pink seashell monologue played w/o any instrumentals before love from the other side kicked in

joe has a new guitar! it's like...green and super detailed, it's seriously so fucking fancy i need hq pictures of that thing stat

joe vocals were SUPER LOUD AND PROMINENT my god it was a blessing

patrick was KILLING it the whole concert. i was floored. fob songs are NOT EASY TO SING esp love from the other side but he was impeccable pretty much the whole night

he did fumble the lyrics to centuries tho dlfdjkjf looked like something was up with his soundboard around that time

they hit us with a triple-punch of chicago is so two years ago, calm before the storm, and then where is your boy, all in a row. patrick talked a little bit before where is your boy to be like "yeah so this was forever ago...i was jogging..." and pete chimes in "imagine us jogging"

patrick also talked a bit before they rolled the piano out. he was like "hi guys!! :)" and talked about how the set design was all pete's idea and it was super fucking fancy and he was floored by it. he said that pete suggested he play piano and then was like "ugh i dunno im not GREAT at that" (you fucking liar) and then that led up to the medley that closed with don't stop believing and the rest of the band joined in and AGHHH

i was not prepared to hear headfirst slide and disloyal order in the same night.

i was not prepared to hear HEAVEN IOWA that night. of all the stardust songs i did NOT EXPECT THAT ONE

for those who were involved in the stardust project, it went off really well the first night! i got my pink seashell and during fake out i looked behind me and the whole stadium was lit up pink! after it was over, pete was like "wow that looked amazing guys" so the band definitely noticed!

pete did the baby annihilation monologue live! he seemed kind of nervous he had his hoodie pulled up and everything but he delivered it very different from the studio version and when it was over he pulled a big black curtain over himself and then disappeared when it fell

save rock and roll live is always a treat but my god when the camera pulled back and i saw that all four members of fall out boy were smiling while they sang OH NOOO WE WON'T GO. my god. my heart.

they did not do a proper encore because they didnt want to tread into curfew, so we did not get a picture with them

OKAY THATS ALL I CAN REMEMBER FOR NOW. ILL ADD TO THIS IF I REMEMBER ANYTHING ELSE <3 THIS WAS A STELLAR START THANK YOU FALL OUT BOY I LOVE YOU FALL OUT BOY

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s2 episode 5 thoughts

boy. where this episode started out and where this episode ended were two VASTLY different spaces. come along while i undergo this journey.

the first thing we see is a dog! a doggy! it's a border collie, and it looks like it could be the same one we see in s1 episode 8- maybe dog actors are in short supply! but border collies are famously very smart and to me the cutest of all dogs, so i was pleased to see a friendly face <3

and then things escalated. aliens arrived to fetch the dog's owner.

thankfully they left the dog alone- perhaps they saw the threatening "ALIENS, STAY AWAY FROM THAT DOG" i had written in my notes- but whatever they are inflicting upon this gentleman seems. unpleasant.

(the aliens are obviously terrifying but they're always shown vaguely wiggling in some cold white light and it does make me laugh. ohhhh here they come. the wigglers)

so in the morning our gentleman- duane- was taken to a correctional facility and he hasn't been taking his meds... and then he hurts his doctor! they always find the kindest looking people to play doctors on this show and then make them suffer

THE NEXT THING WE SEE IS: a pool? the pool scene i wrote about seeing a while ago in my last post! the one where mulder emerges mostly naked from his exercise to face this new guy who looks like he covers his beer stench with a designer cologne!

i rewound to see whose pool it was mulder was swimming in but gained no clues. would be sick if the FBI had an in house pool.

breaking news: this SOAKING WET MAN is called to a HOSTAGE SITUATION!

(i do find it endearing that he swims recreationally <3)

next thing i wrote was "alex is pissing me off" and i don't even remember what he did but i stand by it

so mulder is at the scene, duane has four hostages, and claims to be abducted by aliens. now to mulder it makes perfect sense to ask about his abduction experience, and he's trying to do his homework and follow the rules for hostage negotiation, but duane knows all the tricks because he's former FBI which they DID NOT TELL MULDER!

he walks up to the head of the hostage situation and very angrily asks if she knows about how aliens will take your brains out and fuck with your ovaries and she tries not to laugh at him. mulder tell me what they do to ovaries i'll listen. i'll take notes.

and then alex is trying to be all sickly sweet puppy dog boy and asks if he can do anything to help. so the head of the hostage situation tells him to get her a coffee. HA! POINT AT HIM AND LAUGH.

cutscene to SCULLY CAM!!!! <3 she's gonna sleuth for his medical records

ohhh the power went out and duane started blasting. he shot someone so they're gonna send mulder and another guy in (an excuse for mulder to wear a paramedic uniform.......)

mulder's like nooo i won't tell him i believe in aliens (<- said by a man who is lying)

and off to the races, can you imagine it, he does JUST that, says he believes duane and trades himself for the guy who was shot... he says it happened to his sister OHHHHHHH sister mention

he's got the guy monologuing about his tortures from the aliens and honestly, these aliens are bitches. there is NO reason to do all of this. drilling holes in his teeth??? that's fucked

alex is on the phone with scully who is freaking tf out because duane is lying about who he says he is... when he tells her he traded himself for the injured hostage she says "WHAT!" so loudly and is filled with intense urgency

! MULDER LORE REVEAL ! his sister was 8 when they took her

(for some reason i thought she was 10 when it happened, but the larger age gap between them explains a lot in terms of his instinctive level of Protectiveness towards all creatures big and small)

this next part had me GAGGED: SCULLY FLEW IN FROM WASHINGTON!!!! she is AT THE SCENE and she is YELLING at someone who isn't listening to her

alex made a VERY FATAL mistake in telling her to "calm down" while mulder is a HOSTAGE and she RIGHTFULLY told him off (and frankly she could have kept going and i wouldn't have complained) but she's a woman who gets things done so she finds someone who will actually listen to her

she says he has a very unique case of being shot in a specific part of the brain which happened to another guy before and then that guy became a pathological liar so she is basically saying "duane is the nastiest skank bitch i have ever met do NOT trust him"

so back to the scene. duane is saying the government is there while the aliens do all this. which i have no idea how to interpret so i'm just storing it here for later use.

SCULLY CAN HEAR HIM! she's on his secret wire mic and talking to him. duane can hear her a little bit but is going on about "the mountains"... it was at this point, with scully talking in mulder's ear, that everything was so tense i had a brief moment where i remembered that this is actually a tv show i'm watching in my free time and not an actual life or death thing

mulder convinces duane to let the women go and the younger one says she believes him which had to be impactful i'd think

but the snipers are closing in!!! mulder sees the line of fire on him and calls him over to get him out of the way so he won't get shot....

he asks duane if she was lying to distract him and now he's VERY VERY VERY ANGRY and he tries to calm him back down and say hey... you forgot to lock the door.... please go lock the door...

and he goes over to the door and bam. duane's shot.

we see scully and mulder watch as he's loaded into the ambulance and mulder looks deeply conflicted and once again has his sad wet eyes on because he still believes duane was telling the truth. scully tells mulder he did the right thing in getting him to go to the door, because we all know by now that mulder has a complicated set of feelings towards any loss of life.

"whatever you're feeling, you did the right thing" <- augh. scully loves him so much. oh to love anyone how truly and deeply scully loves this man

(shhhh i'm not getting into what kind of love it is. i don't know and whatever your answer for its flavor is, you cannot deny that she loves him. that she tries to find the exact words he wants to hear to soothe that internal Guilt he wears like a heavy jacket.)

later he smiles when the lead hostage negotiator calls him to thank him because he broke all of her rules and thought he was going to get yelled at LMAOOO that lil smile was very sweet

and he goes to see duane but the REAL reason she called him in was to tell him about the metal they extracted from duane's body... the doctors claim that the stuff in his teeth could not have been made from any current technology... alien life confirmed??

((i thought the episode would end here on a little cliffhanger that never gets resolved but boy. i was off))

no, instead of an episode's conclusion, we see mulder bring the metal pieces to scully, who once again has the most beautiful freckles in the world, and she says she'll take it down to be analyzed.

mulder leaves the room without saying a word which i thought to be cold in the moment and now that i'm typing this knowing what happens next i might actually cry.

she goes to the store and she's buying some stuff... we see kodak film in the background... sigh instant cameras i love you and your work... but she buys $11 of groceries and then sneaks the metal chip across the barcode reader and it makes the whole thing break down!!!!

the poor cashier is freaking out because the machine is going wild and she looks at scully like "did you touch it?" and she says no and awkwardly leaves LMAOOOOOOO i was howling because girl idk wtf i would have done in that situtation either

duane wakes up to more aliens and rips all his medical stuff off and runs like he didn't get shot very recently and he's on the prowl for something

scully's back at her place, calling mulder, telling him about how the barcode scanned, and she's really worked up about the whole thing, when she hears a rustle, but it's just a thunderstorm...

but she goes to the window and DUANE IS THERE!!! a look of horror passes over her face, and we hear her through mulder's answering machine, screaming for help while he takes her

(everything happened SO quickly, it transpired in my notes like this: WHAT!!! he's outside her window WHAT THE FUCK TO BE CONTINUED??)

yes. we get a "TO BE CONTINUED" on the outtro scene.

i sat there, baffled for a few moments, trying to process what i just saw.

but then i thought i noticed something else: her place looked different than it did in s1. at least, i thought it did- we didn't see it much, but perhaps she got fed up with folks showing up like eugene tooms did in s1 and bought a nicer space. i thought the old space was cute though, and maybe it really is the same space but from a different angle, but then i thought about how it looked like mulder's space also changed from s1, so maybe they both moved, or maybe i'm just not good at noticing things, but oh yeah, scully's in virigina now since she's at the academy, so she probably DID move, although i thought the drive from DC to virigina was doable, but maybe not?

none of this changes the fact that scully has been TAKEN.

(i won't lie, i knew this was going to happen at some point, because i read the s2 episode descriptions and saw something about her being "returned", which implies being taken in the first place. but still. it was very abrupt. they had thoroughly lulled me into expecting a vague sort of non-answer of an ending and then switched out the formula at just the right time so i never grew suspicious)

to be continued!!! this is soooo evil, especially because i don't have time to watch the next episode tomorrow. so i'm gonna walk around all day tomorrow at important work events thinking about what horrors scully must be enduring and get NO conclusion as to what they might be. duane i have fists and you are not real and i am small but i am unafraid to bludgeon you. stay away from her if you even LOOK at her ohhhh you're gonna learn a lot more than what it feels like when aliens take out ur brain just keep that in mind!

(and man. i'm sitting here typing. thinking about how mulder never said a real goodbye to her the last time they spoke. and i wonder if that's gonna haunt him. and i wonder if when he gets her back, he always always always makes sure to take the time for a goodbye. just on the off chance it might really be the last one. fuck.)

[y-unrei]

NOOO IT WAS A GOOD THING (why does everyone think I'm sending them threats hold up ..) I LOVED DORA AS A KID GENUINELY AND YOU LOOK LIKE DORA (according to you even though you don't RLLY)...CONNECT THE DOTS??(Please don't make me a villain I'm so cool)

doggie tew is mad at you I'm gonna call Jojo siwa on you