#my anatomy sucks ass but its fine

[m00nsh-ne]

lazy morning <33

the jayvik brainrot is unreal

[samicakes-exe]

May I ask when the Jeff fic is gonna get finished?🥺

Ahh! It's finally done and hopefully not too late! ♡♡♡ I hope you enjoy my first fic of 2023!!

ℍ𝔸𝕋𝔼𝔽𝕌ℂ𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕁𝔼𝔽𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃𝔼ℝ ♡

warning: rough rough sex, BIG DEGRADATION STUFF, hair-pulling, it’s hate sex with a murderer sooooo, pain, fat-shaming??, you domming jeff???, use of feminine names and anatomy, unwanted cream pie, nipple biting and sucking, lot of biting, public kinda sex like you could get caught!, overall general nastiness, BARELY EDITED SMUT!

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: around 4k

ℚ𝕌𝕀ℂ𝕂 𝕃𝕀𝕃 𝔹𝕌𝕃𝕃𝔼𝕋 𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋-

Jeff is a little shit- You know it. I know it.

Sooooo He teases the absolute fuck out of you! when you two aren’t fucking or at least making out: he won’t let you hear the end of it-

“You hate me huh?” “You don’t seem to hate me slut.”

People at the mansion would never guess that you two hook up most nights- since both of you are at each other throats insulting each other for everything under the sun.

Something about the insults, the yelling and the hard grip he had on you made you wet. Made you quiver, made you want this man that you hated.

You hated this man but couldn’t truly express that while you were clawing up the counter tops, him behind you rutting into your needy cunt hard.

you both needed this release.

You still hated each other.

Y’all just needed this just this once!!your bodies took ahold of you! This would be the last night of it.

until you two did it again

and again

fine- maybe you liked it more than what you wanted to admit.

♡♡♡

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠!! ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕣:

It was early morning in the mansion, and the sun was barely poking its head over the old windowsills; It provided enough light for you to creep through the sleeping house, the only sound was the sharp creaks of the aged wooden floor. The nerves made you walk slower and they didn't truly settle until the pads of your feet touched the almost ice-like tile of the kitchen.

The kitchen was darker than the rest of the house, it was completely devoid of the warm peeks of the sunrise due to the thick curtains. You placed your hand flat on the wall and blindly felt around for seemingly a minute while you stared into the void that was the kitchen currently. Past a certain pattern of bumps: The tip of your finger thumped into the thick light switch, and in a flash, the odd staring contest with the darkness ended.

You beelined straight for the fridge which looked worse for wear. Slenderman doesn't make any unnecessary purchases, it still worked good so why buy a prettier one. Sure, it was tough to get it open but a hefty push from your sleep-riddled arms was just enough for this morning.

The buzzing lightbulb in the fridge made you press your eyes tight together and squeezed the remaining sleep out of them. Once again you were back in the dark, giving your eyes time to adjust from the soft light of the peeking sun and the sickly dim yellow lights above to the now almost heavenly fridge light.

Lucky for you, It only took a second.

And there it was: All of the food in the house currently. The cabinets were pretty bare aside from cleaning products and dishes that weren't either in the dishwasher or being used as makeshift tupper-ware. Standing there and soaking up that light that once blinded you. There were a couple of items your eyes were flicking between; A neat plastic container that held some sort of pasta, a tin foiled-wrapped paper plate mystery, and an unwrapped probably stale mash potatoes from a leftover tv dinner. Absolutely none of it looked particularly appetizing but the grumbling in your stomach didn't at all care, but before you could reach for one of your choices for breakfast your appetite dropped.

"Getting a nice tan, fat-ass?"

The hunger subsided but your stomach filled with the same feeling it always had when you heard that nails on a chalkboard voice of his. Of course, Jeff had to be the only one awake just to spite you when you think the whole house is asleep. You clenched your teeth tight until you felt a slight whirring in your jaw, hopefully, he would fuck off if you didn't respond but that only seemed to spur him on more.

"What are you now, deaf? C'mon toots you know how to say good morning the right way," Jeff's voice still had the sleepiness rasp to it. "Don't ya?"

Honestly, if it wasn't for him being so annoying you would find it quite sexy.

"What's the proper way to say good morning then?" Your voice was also raspy, it was the first thing you said this morning. Too bad that you wasted it on Jeff.

Jeff liked the raspiness more than he would admit, it reminded him of how you tend to scratch up your throat during your guy's screaming matches and how much worse it would get when you were screaming for a different reason. The very thought of a possible fuck made him want to start poking those few buttons he knew.

"Not fucking ignoring me for starters," Jeff smirked against the already scarred smile, making it stretch more. "And giving me a big smile babe."

Your eyes rolled before you even looked back at Jeff. He was leaning against the door frame, his black plaid pajama pants were hanging low on his thin build. The white tank of his was tighter than what you would think, all of it revealed his belly and revealed your favorite part personally: That thick happy trail of his which led to your second favorite part.

You flashed him the most fake smile you could muster, lips stretching against your teeth with how grand you were making it, "Uh-huh."

He couldn't help but smile back before biting his lower lip, Jeff's eyes were glued to your stretched lips. He leaned in closer to you, watching how your lips twitched against the strain "Uh-huh~"

Just as fast as you put that smile on, it dropped into your resting face aside from your lips which were in a slight frown. "Like calling me a fat-ass is such a better way, bleach boy."

It was now his turn for his eyes to roll, "Real mature Toots."

"Oh shove it up your ass Jeff."

Annoyance aside, he was genuinely letting his semi speak for him, and the way you insulted him almost made his semi not a semi anymore. Still, he needed another screaming match to fully get into the mood; deep down, he knew that you needed it too.

"A better way to say good morning to me toots is by sucking my cock."

Your face was stuck in disbelief, your eyes flicked up and down his whole being. You were dumbfounded but when you saw a noticeable bulge in his pajama pants you immediately knew why he was saying this. You let disgust run all over your body, the only thing you wanted in you right now was food and even that was iffy since your appetite was draining by the second while you were with him.

"Really Jeff? As if I'll put that thing in my mouth- won't even reach past my gums." You sneered, looking away from him and towards the empty cabinets, a smirk came across your face.

Jeff rolled his eyes, annoyed but turned on even more now. He came closer to you, now standing in front of you. Towering over you even though he wasn't the tallest guy in the house but here, compared to you he was. He was currently taking up your side view, It made your breath hitched slightly, and the excitement rumbled in a ball in your chest, you felt it every time you breathe.

"You weren't saying that last time doll, you know that." Jeff's sleepiness rasp to his voice was actually sending tingles down your spine, just the excitement of getting into not actually an argument but a bickerment was enough to get over the hatred you had for this man, and get into the pure lust you had instead.

"Who got overwhelmed by my size? screaming about how big it was huh?" Jeff was still teasing you and seemingly his craved smile stretched even wider when he caught your cheeks starting to redden.

He only wants to continue this. wanting to see how red your cheeks would get.

"I saw how your little tummy bulged out when I was absolutely balls deep in you, Doll." Jeff couldn't help but smile more. Now his actual smile was now mocking his carved one.

You couldn't stop the blood rushing to your cheeks causing them to mimick the color now. The redder they got the cockier Jeff got. His ego was inflating and he wouldn't stop until you were naked and squirming underneath him.

"Shut up Jeff. I swear." You murmured, barely able to get it out of your mouth. You swear that the heat from your cheeks was getting in the way of talking, Jeff picked up on this as well and it only pushed him to keep teasing you.

"Come on now can't defend yourself now? Come onnn call me stupid or something sweetface."

Before you could even get a word out he continued.

"See absolutely speechless because of me teasing you? Wow, would never thought that I would see the day that Y/N didn't have anything to say."

He looks proud of himself but a better word for it would be cocky, you thought. He kept going on about his small victory and soon his words snuffed the heat right out of your cheeks. You needed to shut him up somehow before his cockiness also snuffed out your lust. Thankfully, you had just the idea.

You pushed him into the wall, cutting him off in the midst of another boast. You looked up at him with a devilish smirk as you gently pulled up his white tank revealing his lean but toned body, and that happy trail as well. When the shock subsided he immediately got the hint, smirking down at you, while his eyes watched you carefully.

Your hand slid down his pajama pants feeling that same semi he had while you were insulting him. Now you could feel the effect that you always knew you had on him. You, almost at a painstaking pace started to rub his cock. as you started to kiss all over his chest. Sloppy wet kisses, leaving a trail of slight purple bruises as the blood rose to his snow-white skin.

He could only groan softly, keeping his voice hushed because y'all were next to the kitchen door: He couldn't let anyone see him like this, pinned up against the wall, shirt pushed up his chest and you teasing him. He couldn't be seen especially with you. His pride wouldn't possibly let the entire mansion or a single person know that he could stand for a second or even a quick fuck.

The kisses got meaner with time, now biting into his surprisingly soft skin which made it a lot harder for him to conceal his moans and groans.

"Fuck.. Doll." He whined which made you smile against his ribcage. The noise was delicious, and you didn't expect that you would get that from Jeff of all people.

A soft giggle left your lips and was muffled by the bruised flesh currently in your teeth. Your hand that rubbed his semi-to-a-full erection paused its movements as you got an idea that would be rather fun to execute and hopefully get another delicious whine from him.

Your lips left his ribcage and your teeth left their marks in the now red-purple love bruise. Your lips made a trail of now soft and sweet kisses up his chest. No one could tell that you hated this man with how soft you were being in this moment.

You paused when your mouth hovered over his right nipple. Your eyes flicked up to meet his and he looked mostly confused why you stopped kissing him. He liked it despite how rough you were. Little did he know what you had in mind.

"Doll- what are yo-"

You cut him off but wrapped your pretty lips around his nipple and gently sucked on it like he had done to you during past hookups. You ever so slightly let your tongue graze again the hardening pebble.

Pitiful groans came from Jeff's mouth, he was shocked that he could muster up these sounds.

With a wet plop, you stopped sucking, leaving Jeff to scramble to catch his breath and thoughts. When he looked like he had a smidge of it back, you had your two front teeth and bottom teeth around the now reddish pink bud, the color similar to your blush from earlier.

A groan that ended off with a high pitch whine when you started to roll the bud in between your teeth, wriggling your tongue on the top part.

"Fuuuck Duh-Duh... Doll."

That free hand of yours had a similar mind as it went up to his lone nipple gently flicking it and pinching it.

Jeff was a blushing mess, happy that your view was only on his chest cause he would have hated to see your reaction to him like this.

You didn't stop until his right nipple was bright red and slightly puffy.

Jeff reached for your face which had some drool pouring out of your mouth and onto his chest. He absolutely didn't care, pulling you up to his height by your face so he could roughly make out with you. His scarred skin rubbed against yours, tounges smashed together and so did moans. Accidentally bumping teeth when either of you got a little too excited.

You struggled some with the height difference and the way you felt like you were just held up by your neck, so during the make-out, you climbed him like the bean pole he was. He easily helped you: his hands grabbing massive greedy heaps of your thighs, squeezing it hard to start making his own marks on your body.

Drool seeped out from the corners of y'alls mouths.

Finally, he pulled away so your lungs could take gulps of air. He moved to your neck where your pulse was beating the strongest and started biting and sucking: His hands moved to one of his personal favorite body parts of yours: your ass. His hands which looked to be made for piano left imprints.

Your moans filled the kitchen now and weren't the least bit quiet: fuelling him to carry you to the old island in the middle of the kitchen and plopped your bruised ass on the yellowed marble counter.

His greedy mouth traveled down your chest leaving wide 'O' shaped burst blood vessels. You felt your body warming up, you couldn't see all too well, blinded by lust. All that mattered was taking this man in every way y'all saw fit.

Jeff ripped open your shirt, sloppily sucking on your breasts in any way they could fit in his mouth. he didn't care what part he just wanted to suck on them and also for them to be marked since you did one hell of a job on his chest.

"Jefff fuuuck~"

"Now you're moaning my name toots." He said his voice muffled by your marked flesh still halfway in his mouth. "Good." He huffed, his mouth now going lower.

He left a couple marks on your tummy, didn't want to spend too much time there but didn't want to leave it bare. He couldn't wait. He wanted to taste you. To swirl his tongue around in your insides. quite hastily he pulled your underwear down to around your ankles and threw your legs over his shoulders: making you lay your warm naked back against the cold marble which made your nipples hard and that caught his attention.

He flicked his eyes back up to your breasts, taking in the sight before he reached out and grabbed them roughly leaving the same hand-shaped imprints.

His eyes looked wild as ever. the pupil constricted into a pin-point like a parrot who just learned how to say "fuck". Those wild eyes traced your body from your tits down to your pussy, pretty and glistening from all the excitement and fun y'all had earlier. He reached down, gently taking his index finger and rubbing the slit of your cunt. From how he grabbed you earlier you weren't expecting this. How he so delicately touched you as if you were a brittle piece of bone, threatening to snap

You greedily tried to move your hips, trying to push yourself against his hand so you could feel more. The red flush on your face now was out of frustration since he In perfect timing moved his hand so you just missed his fingers by a hair.

"Nuh uh uh toots. Not yet." He said through gritted teeth as if he was straining to hold even himself back from completely devouring you. "I wanna hear something?"

"What Jeff? Whaaat" You whined, now sitting up half-assed.

"Beg."

"I am not-"

"Shut up Doll: You did it before."

"Im not doing it this ti-"

You were cut off by a long moan erupting from your mouth one of Jeff's long fingers slid up inside you, bottoming out easily. the beginning of his palm right against your clit. You were knocked back on your back, legs naturally spreading open for this man which pulled him in closer due to your panties still being around your ankles.

"Please Jeff."

Jeff stood above you, jaw unclenched as now he worked his hand shoving his ring finger in to join his middle one.

"That's all you had to say bitch.. GOD, you're so hot like this." He groaned, pulling back as he lowered himself to be in direct line of sight of your pussy. He moved his hand so his palm wasn't covering your now swollen clit, His natural smile was now ear to ear before he leaned over and started to suck lightly on your clit which sent your hips into wild motions so wild in fact that he had to reach up with his free hand and firmly press it against your belly to keep you still enough while he tasted you.

He worked his fingers into you hard but slow, thrusting into you as if he was fucking you with his cock, his tongue flicking around your clit. he changed his thrusts to the scissoring motion when he noticed you tightening up on him, your pussy throbbing wildly, your moans pleads, and whimpers all in his ears.

He moaned along with you, seemingly getting off to see you getting off. Strangely, you twos emotions were always tied together.

Maybe it was from all practice he had but he genuinely felt you were close, it must've been muscle memory.

His fingers worked rough, sloppily thrusting into you with no real timing or pacing. His tongue and mouth got sloppier and so did his hold on you which meant you could buck all you wanted. You squeezed tighter on his fingers genuinely feeling a big knot in your stomach, only tightening more and more with how more messy Jeff has gotten.

His mouth trailed off, his tongue joining his fingers in your hole while his other hand's fingers rubbed your clit, flicking it back and forth between his index and middle finger.

The muscles in your legs twitched and generally shake as if that would help you hold in the need to come undone under jeff's talented hands and mouth.

The knot only swelled and so did the upcoming scream in your throat. In time, you clasp your hand over your mouth muffling the guttural scream the best you can.

You came and came hard, juices gushing out of your hole and onto Jeff's fingers and waiting mouth. He looked up at you, your whole body flushed a rosy pink. Your mouth agape taking in greedy breaths, boobs bouncing slightly from your chest moving.

"Jesus toots almost drowned me." He grinned, at how annoyed you looked. He straightened up, his chin still dripping with your fluids, he stuck his fingers into your hanging mouth.

"Suck." He ordered, eyes lowering but the smile was still the same.

You closed your mouth around his fingers and gave it gentle sucks, savoring the taste of yourself much to the enjoyment of Jeff. his eyes sparkled when you kept sucking even when he tried to pull them out.

He pulled you by your hips closer to him, his pajama pants barely able to hang on. He barely pulled them down, just enough so that he could take out his cock.

"I know you been wanting this~"

"Shut up Jeff."

"What am I wrong toots?"

"Ye-" A loud moan interrupted you when he shoved himself into your needy cunt, gladly sucking in all of his length.

He joined your choir of moans as being in your tight pussy was enough for his knees almost to buckle. He was hunched over you, god he could swear to a priest that this pussy was the closest thing to heaven he has ever known. He gave only shallow thrusts which were enough for you both to shudder and whine. You from being overly sensitive and him from just edging himself.

"Fuck toots- god!"

He thrust into you hard one time and you both saw stars. Jeff was hunched over you like a lion eating its's meal, his hands found a way towards your hair and pulled it backward, making you stay in an arch position. He gave you more brutal thrusts, knocking every damn thought out of ya.

"Cant fucking think huh doll?" Jeff mocked you for the glazed-over look you had in your eyes. Your tongue hanging out like a puppy-dog.

"Fuck you." your tongue found it's way back into your mouth and hurled that at him.

"You're already doing that sweetheart~" He cooed looking down at your pretty face, which know had more of a glare on it then lust.

He kept the same deep pace with you, looking intently into your eyes.

"Fu-fuck you jeff! I hate you!"

Your pussy squeezed around him almost like it was milking him. His thrusts only grew rougher as his smile grew wider.

"hate me huh? Dont hate me enough not to fuck me~ God you're such a stupid little slut."

The way he was bottoming you out on repeat was making you stammer on your words. "Shut shut shut up-"

"Or else what bitch? Am I the only guy you fuck in the house or just the one that does it the best?'

His index and middle finger went to rub your clit. pressing harder down on it. You couldn't help but to buck your hips again. The knot in your belly finding the loose strings and tying itself up again.

"Jesus christ Jeffery- You're such a fucking asshole- Can't even- make me cum again." You said through gritted teeth, the way you had to suppress moans just to say that drove you insane. And deep down you knew that he was gonna make you cum again by how the knot was quickly tightening up.

"Oh? I can't, news to me bitch." He slow down but still trusted into you hard enough for you not to complain. His hand went off of your clit and onto your belly pressing down on it. He could feel his own cock going in and out.

His other hand loosens up on your hair, allowing you to move a little and you did, propping yourself up on your elbows, looking him right in his cocky face.

"fuck smiles-" You moaned and he laughed.

Your hand went and grabbed his hair pulling him to your lips. The smart way of shutting him up, can't brag if he's busy swirling tongues.

The kiss was hot and heavy and soon you both got sloppier. Jeff with his thrusts and tongue and you with your tongue.

your facades both fell apart and you two wildly fucked into each other. Not thinking about the rivalry, the other people living here, nothing at all but getting each other off.

The knot was unbearabley tight, your thighs twitching like mad around his waist, squeezing him a little tighter. Jeff pushed you flat on your back, now chest to chest with your tongues still locked together. Moans seeping out in between the little breaks in the kiss. You pulled away to fully let out a louder moan and you could feel jeff's hot breaths against your cheek. He smelled of you.

"Jeff... I'm gonna cum."

"Fuck me too."

Jeff got sloppier like how he did when he was fingering you. No rhythm or pacing to it, fucking into you rough. Whatever felt good to him he just did it. Rocking his hips into you at a brutal pace. He lifted himself off of your chest, his hands taking greedy handfuls of your thighs and squeezing hard, matching the brutal way he was fucking you. He was holding you as if you would run away but you did quite the opposite, fucking yourself back against him when he wasn't pulling you against his thrusts.

When you did have your eyes open, you caught glimpses of him staring at you with such an intensity it made your pussy throb. His jaw clenched, eyes crazy but scanning your whole body drinking the view in.

It felt like hours going on like this but a couple more thrusts made you cum, your body seized up, tightening your pussy around him before just gushing all over his pelvis, thoroughly soaking his pajama pants that were loosely hanging around his thighs. Seeing you being sent over the edge was what he needed to come undone, with one last thrust he filled you up to the brim, his legs shaking as he dumped every last drop into you.

He then slouched and laid on your chest, his face resting in the nook of your neck. You both lay there, breathing heavily but in sync. Somehow your hands found their way to his back, your finger drawing invisible circles on his shoulder blade.

When both of ya'lls breathing stopped resembling that of an asthmatic kid who just got done running the mile, Jeff picked his head up. A gentle smile against his carved one.

"i'll make us breakfast, toots."

[abbywifyforlifey]

Ouch! Sorry..

cw: mentions of sex, sex injuries (reader), nudity mentions, pet names (babe, baby ect), use of y/n

Abby Anderson x reader

Inspired by that scene in greys anatomy, iykyk

this also kind of sucks but oh well!

It started off as another quiet morning in the WLF stadium. The cold Seattle wind blew through our halls and the sun peaked out the window, creating a warm glow in the room.

Abby had to leave early for patrol, leaving you alone in bed.

Finally you decide to get up out of bed, at 1:18 pm in the afternoon. (Only because you hadn't had breakfast)

You notice a slight ache from.. Places down under as you where getting changed, but you didn't think much of it.

Walking through the halls you see manny chuckling to himself.

"You good there amigo?". I'm fine ..you reply trying to ignore to burning pain coming from under your cargo pants.

"why are you walking that?, you look like a Pingüino.

''piss off Manny'', you scoff trying to walk normally past him

After penguin waddling you made it to your favorite place in the stadium, the cafeteria. You wince slightly at the pain on your ass sitting down.

Hey Mel, where's abs? You ask, "I don't know but what's wrong with you?" She asks noticing how your face twists up slightly as you sit down

Nothing" you reply trying to act natural. "Whatever you say," she says biting back a smile.

"So... What did you and Abby get up to last night" you roll your eyes. "Because I can tell you that nobody walks like that when nothing is wrong"

I just...I have an injury, Mel suddenly looks concerned ''what kind of injury?

Before she continues you interrupt her "Mel, you are one of my best friends and I trust you with my life" She nods "Yeah, and?" I need a favor... A certain type of favor.

"Oh my god y/n!" That's how you ended up behind a certain in the wlf first aid area, bent over bare, on a table with your pants down right in front of your best friend.

shhh not so loud! you whisper, already embarrassed enough

how did you-.. why do you have a bruise on your ass? she asks clearly horrified

it's a long story...okay...can you just- help me, please.

Jesus Christ y/n" Mel says getting wipes to clean the bruise.

it's from when Abby lifted me onto a table okay? you say ashamed

"so a sex injury?" Mel says amused

"Hey Mel have you seen the- OH MY GOD"

NORA!? You say horrified as you turn around to see Nora standing behind Mel, a concerned look on her face.

"That's going to blister bad if you don't clean that up, here let me help Mel"

You put your face in your hands, trying to keep whatever dignity you had left.

"Busy night huh?" Nora asks amused

Its not funny okay!? You say annoyed

"It's okay, we're all women here no need to be embarrassed y/n"

That's not helping guys!

"I know, I know but it's not like we don't know what you and Abby get up to"

"If anything your lucky, I don't remember the last time Owen was this passionate to me"

I hate both of you... god. you express

"jeez y/n, this is something."

"this explains the penguin waddle" they both chuckle

"That's what I said" The three of you heard the curtain open, turning your heads around to see Manny and Abby, who seemed to be quite amused and concerned at the same time

"MANNY GET OUT OF HERE!" the four women express to him as he quickly turns around and walks out.

Everyone but Abby please leave! you express

After Mel and Nora leave, you pull your pants up and explain to Abby what happened.

"you okay?" Abby asks, softly chuckling

I will be, you reply.

"I think next time we should watch where we are going" you hum in agreeance.

"i don't think Mel and Nora are going to look the same at me or you ever again"

"I wouldn't be surprised to be honest, although we've heard enough of Manny's stories. this is tame compared to some of those stories."

you laugh with her, avoiding eye contact, which does not go un noticed.

"hey?' she wraps her arms around your waist looking down at you, nothing but love in her ocean eye

"next time something like this happens, tell me. okay?"

okay'' you look up at her

I will say, for someone with a bruise on their ass, you still looked pretty-"

Abigail Anderson! you say, the two of you giggle

Okay! sorry" she exclaims in a sarcastic tone

"your lucky i love you abs"

yeah? well, I love you too.

why don't you prove that statement then? you reply in flirtatious manner, smirking.

i think i will" she says looking down at your lips and back into your eyes. slowly closing the gap between the two of you.

but you're not complaining, just as long as Abby is with her person, she's happy.

[s-4pphics]

i NEED to see a street racer ellie x grid girl reader fic IM ON MY KNEES FOR THIS🙏🏾🙏🏾

OHHHHHHHHHHH WEVE DONE IT AGAIN IMPULSIVE HCS

wc;cw: 800 or sum, streetracer!ellie, gridgirl!oc, ellie being a car nerd and hot, mentions of sex MDNI, mentions of ciggies and illegal shit

streetracer!ellie…… passes out 

she always loved cars :3 her dad owned a mechanic shop and used to watch him repair all the damaged cars that showed up

when she was thirteen he finally let her help him replace the tires 

and then change the oil

and then fix the ignition 

eventually taught her how to drive stick😝😝

and 2 years later she knew the anatomy of vehicles like the back of her hand 

she was on her dads payroll 💯💯 shout out to mechanic!ellie😞

when she found out ab street racing she got obsessed with it. 2 fast 2 furious is her favorite movie of all time

her youtube history was wild😞😞 30 hours of devon aoki edits saved 

so when she got invited to a race by one of her friends when she was a junior for her birthday she almost passed out 

the screech of the tires on the pavement and smell of gas gave her heart eyes

she swore she was going to participate in a race after they both left that night

SIKE she thought everyone laughed at her when she showed up the next day in her dads beaten up family van LMFAO 

the bullying was devious fr😞 she cried a little when she got home

but ofc her friend helped her ass out and high jacked his brothers old nissan

the overseers allowed her to participate but nobody bet on her except her 2 friends. that $20 pitch didn’t help her confidence much but she loved them😞

she was nervous and filled with adrenaline and tried so hard not to gawk at the hot girls that waved their grids around 

when they waved their flags and signaled for the racers to go….

ellie was out that bitch fr😞😞 SKKRTED ON THEY ASS BIG PURRR

VVRRRROOOOOOOM LIKE BFRRR

she hit every sharp turn every curve every bump like it wasn’t shit 

she made everybody eat they words that night. HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEENIE😝😝

some overseers gave her $300 outta pocket that night and she wasn’t even on the list to race 

her and her friends went every weekend. would leave campus and go straight to the tracks fr

she started getting a little fan base after a month of racing😞😞 girlies from school would come just to see her 

but she didn’t pay them any mind💯💯 she payed them a little mind 

n 5 years later…. most betted on racer in the city YUHHHH 

she makes racks every weekend… and she brings it all home to her dad so she can take care of him 🥺🥺

he doesn’t question where she gets the cash from but he always feels nervous when she leaves the house🥺🥺 poor old man he just wants his baby to go to college

she owns one mclaren senna but never takes it anywhere😞😞 it just sits in her garage lol she paid for that shit in cash tho big bags big stacks

drives a fucked up supra when she races😂😂 she tries to cover up the scratches and large dents with cute little spray paint jobs of fire and sparkles and shit😂😂

she named it renee and slaps the trunk like she slaps ass every time she gets behind the wheel :3 thinks it’s good luck

smokes cigarettes mmmm fuuuck

such an aggressive racer like omgg she gets so competitive and pissed she's so hot

tatted to hell. full sleeve

TERRIBLE RECORD!!!!! arrested twice and was on parole :/

but at least all the grid girls got a little crush on her 😳😳 titties out ass out bc they want her attention 

all the male racers hate her bc of it… she don’t care tho suck her dick💯💯

she’ll never say it but…

she definitely stares too long at one grid girl whenever she shows up in her little croppies and booty shorts😞 she’s fine as hell ITS NOT HER FAULT💯💯

too bad gridgirl!oc doesn’t pay ellie any mind anymore :((she had the prettiest smile and such good pussy 

that ooey-gooey. that sloppy. THE WORLD'S BEST CREAMER💯

did i mention they're ex's? YEAAAH CLOCK THAT TEA

every time ellie fills up her tank she can’t stop thinking about the time she bent her ex over the trunk and railed her from the back 

she may never feel that pussy again 😞😞 it makes her wanna cry 

when she met gridgirl!oc for the first time two years ago her world changed for the better

her zits disappeared, her hair got softer, her crops were watered

they fell in love immediately…. like instantly 

they were inseparable. up each other's ass. in each other's cars. in each other's guts. so so happy 

until they weren’t 

their breakup was soooo fucking messy. 

cheating accusations. screaming contests. EVEN A PREGNANCY SCARE???😳😳😳

a hot mess. and their relationship ended in flames :(

but that doesn’t mean ellie can’t peep every once in a while😛😛 that ass is still fat as fuck regardless of the beef >:)

[itsaspectrumcomic]

man ok idk if youll be able to advise on this or something but like. do you know anything regarding dealing with like internalised ableism?

i live in a rural part of ireland, right? and idk what it is about rural ireland but some of the people are heinous. my school is in a small miserable-ass town and like. God, man. not everyone sucks, of course but like. jesus lol additionally i have a ~mildly ableist~ mother (a "we're all a little bit autistic" and "erm. youre not disabled because youre not in a wheelchair or blind/deaf" etc etc type stuff. + "npd = bad person" which isnt particularly good for me specifically because i have npd (that i both Cant get an official diagnosis for, for various reasons, and im not really Looking for one either because i know what i am and its not like you get support for it because ~ooh scary narcissist~.)

and like. idk if this is Obvious but that can kinda cause a weird-ass relationship with You (being Me in this case, yk how it is with the second person perspective when. ranting) and The Concept Of Being Disabled. like, objectively. im disabled. im autistic, ive definitely got adhd (that im hopefully going to get examined for at some point cause college stuff requires it for the disability forums and stuff. gotta love that. fuckin 80% comorbidity right?), ive got a laughable number of repetative strain injuries, i have a sensory processing disorder, an endocrine disease that effects my Entire cardiovascular system, a spine that felt a lil quirky and bent in too much. so on a so forth

but also like. it feels wrong to call myself disabled. yk, like im doing a disservice to all the other ~actually~ disabled people (being Anyone but me lol) (none of this is At All helped by the fact that my mother refuses to listen to me regarding Jack Shit about my health in Any way. "oh you nearly passed out on top of a hill because of your cardiovascular condition? erm youre just not exercising enough actually" "you dont have depression [said while i was filling out an assigned mood diary after being forcefully brought to camhs for Reasons" like. shut the fuck up and Listen to me please. at least Entertain the idea that i could be right about something for fucking once lmao. cause ive been right about EVERYTHING regarding my mental health so fucking far so. fuck off /nay ofc) (also man. like, even if you ignored the physical issues ive got im still disabled on account of being autistic. like, motor function is fine, despite being a lil clumsy and/or unsteady sometimes but like. my emotional needs are Fucked. think of the response youd get if you asked a. fuckin. 8 year old or something to do algebra. but with a very emotionally stunted and traumatised 17 year old lol. lmao, even /lh)

so like. if youve got. any advice or whatever on any of this thatd be Super cool + no pressure obvs. sorry this is a whole. like. fucking essay's worth of Random Guy Complaining To You On The Internet lol

-🐢 <- just so i can find this again if you respond. i Like Turtles. i am Normal about the tmnt and also turtles The Creatures. i wont talk at length about turtle mutant anatomy (i am deceiving you)

Internalised ableism is a really hard thing to deal with, especially when you're surrounded by people who constantly re-enforce it. I've also spent a lot of time worrying that I'm not disabled 'enough' to deserve certain accommodations, that I'm making an unnecessary fuss. But the truth is, autism IS a disability and if there are accommodations that can help support you, you deserve access to them. You're not taking away from others with disabilities by advocating for yourself.

It's taken me a long time to understand this and I still worry sometimes. What has helped is talking about my experiences with people I know understand, like my therapist or best friend, and learning about the experiences of other autistic people through books, social media, YouTube and even real life.

I'm sorry your mother and others aren't being understanding - remember that's a them problem, not you, and try to spend your time with people who do understand.

🐢🐢🐢 <- the turtles wish you luck

[snaillock]

noo, bc i fucking feel yall. bc a fic i read thr other day?!? "gn!reader" the next line is "reader could arguable be considered afab" and then out of no where the fic uses female anatomy terms??? the reader is not "arguably" afab. it is afab, and a warning tag like "afab!reader, but no pronouns used" would have been a better explanation for your fic.

i fucking DESPISE when people do that and refuse to put the actual gender of the reader in the actual post or the tags. its really not that hard. as someone who writes both female and male readers, i know how to tell my viewers which one they are so they csn steer clear of something they dont like. its just female readers r considered "the standard" or "the default" with both female and male characters. (finding fem char x male reader is the hardest thing on earth omg but anyways)

and untagged drabbles are the WORST at this. there's no gendered tag and no warning at the top of the post so i assume the reader is gender neutral only to ve bombarded with fem terms. even if a creator doesnt want to put the reader's gender in the fic warnings, but it in the tags. it really isnt that hardddd. all tumblr writers need to have a seminar about tagging fics correctly and stating what is actually in your fic. or we all need to learn a03 etiquette or smth. bc being a male reader sucks😭

(srry sbout this rant. i just needed to say it)

nsfw mentions for anyone else reading!

dude yesterday i saw a fic that was legit tagged “gn reader, reader is called mama.” like how is that a coherent statement. it’s almost comical to me. one of infinite examples of what it’s like to look for fics on tumblr. like im BEGGING and PLEADING to people to think about what the neutral part of gn means.

i hate also when writers do “gn!reader that could be seen as female” when 90% of the fic makes it so so obvious like shut up that’s totally fem reader.

when people use afab as some cool fancy ass synonym for woman also irks the shit out of me but that’s a whole other conversation.

i fucking wish putting “character x female reader” or whatever gender in the actual tags itself was a much more common practice so filtering would actually do something. unfortunately the only people who actually do it consistently are of course the ones who write male reader fics.

like people shouldn’t be allowed to leave their fics untagged if it isn’t 100% gender neutral. like give me some indication god please. it’s even worse when i’m going through the blue lock tag so most of it is just untagged fem smut drabbles so it’s like a double smack in the face for me. like give me a heads up at the very least.

honestly i should just start fining people whenever they screw up with their tags. like straight up start demanding money for emotional damage charges.

(speaking of fem char x male reader, once i transition into more multifandom, i’m for sure gonna start doing those as well. the lack of them just makes me so so sad)

also don’t worry about ranting bc im so glad i have yet another chance to complain about this for the second time today. being mad about this stuff is like the whole reason why i even made this blog

[starswake--archived]

i. 4/6 exams i’ve passed. 

th, so. i. really don’t have to. try with this last one. 

[silentstyx]

I’m Holding You Back

Pairing: KiriBaku x AFAB! GN!Reader ( Uses they/them for the reader)

Requested: maxifantasitque ​

Summary: Reader thinks they might be pregnant and is scared to tell their boyfriends

Warnings: Pregnancy, poly relationships, cursing, illusions to smut, female anatomy, not proofread.

A/n: This is gonna suck ass, sorry. I also kind of rushed the ending cause I gotta do missing work lmao.

NOT MY GIF CREDIT TO WHO MADE IT

“No, no! This can’t be happening!” You said while mentally cursing yourself. Here you were in the bathroom opening another pregnancy test. The first one: positive, the second one: positive. Then it all hit you at once. They wouldn’t wanna be with you anymore if they found out you were pregnant, you guys JUST graduated high school! They wanted to focus on being heroes and you were in college, but you just had to fuck it up by getting pregnant. That’s when you saw the results of the third test. 

Positive.

fuck.

how are you supposed to tell your sweet and bittersweet boyfriends this? Of course they would tell you its okay, but what would they actually think? Would they think your trying to hold them back from being heroes? 

No, of course they wouldn’t. Get out of your head. What are you talking about its Katsuki and Eijiro. You’ve known them since you were 5. Before you were dating you were bestfriends. They would definitely support you. 

...Right?

About an hour after (successfully) getting rid of the several positive tests you were sitting on the couch with a tear stained face. You were terrified how they would respond. How would you even tell them? Which of them is the father though? Last time you all had sex there wasn’t a condom at all. You started crying again. As soon as you started crying that's when you heard door lock start to rattle. You looked up at the door dumbfounded, tears still streaming down your face as they walked in. They saw you crying. Elijio's big bright eyed smile was quickly dropped into an empathetic look, even Katsuki’s very subtle smirk dropped in an instance. 

“Babe? What’s wrong? Are you ok? Do you need something? DId someone say something to you?” Eijiro asked while walking over to you. 

You were wiping your tears away, “No, I’m fine. Just a little stressed with school that’s all!” You forced a smile.

Katsuki just stood there, not buying one bit of what you just said, “What’s the actual reason you’re crying, dumbass?” it sounded like more of a demand  to be honest. 

“u-i-um-s-i-” you cut yourself off after stammering so much. You could see the pity in Eijiro’s eyes. 

The tears started falling down your face again. Katsuki then slowly made his way over to the couches you two were on. He sat right next you, making you in between the two men.

“u-um so, remember last week? Well um- so- ever- ever since then I’ve just been feeling sort of... off? Anyways, I took some tests thinking they would all be negative and I just have sort of stomach bug. I just took them because it’s better than to be safe than sorry! Uh- but um they- the tests- they were all positive...” You blurted out. 

Their faces were blank. No expression, no feeling in their eyes. Just blankness. That’s when you realised you ruined this. You just ruined this whole relationship and they hate you now and they want to break u-

“So do you know who’s it is?!” Eijiro asked excitedly, cutting off your thoughts while having an excited expression on his face.

“U-uh, n-no, no not yet...” you said confused. Why wasn’t he mad? Why was he smiling his ass off?

“God, I’m gonna me a dad, Kat is gonna be a dad, you’re gonna be a parent!” He squealed, “I love you so much” 

He hugged you tight and kissed you on the cheek.

“Wait, so you, don’t think I'm holding you back?” I asked, slightly confused.

“What the shit kind of question is that? Obviously not. We have talked about kids before, just me and Eijiro, but we thought you didn’t want kids so we never brought it up. Yeah it’s a little unexpected right now, but we can make it work!” Katsuki replied.

“Exactly!” Eijiro said in an agreement.

God, I love these men. I am so glad I get to have this child with them.

[tabletop-nightmare]

i forgot to say this earlier, but thank you for the art advice!! i follow people like adorkastock for art references all the time, but tracing the pics to practice learning anatomy is a very good idea.

i may not have figured out how to solve it, but i did realize that when people say to imagine/draw 3D shapes, i just... can't? like, my problem is i can kinda imagine a cube or cylinder just fine, but they always come out lopsided when i draw them. this isn't anything new, either; it's been like this for me since grade school. it's weird because i can draw 2D shapes just fine. i can actually see improvements in how i draw flat circles! unfortunately, many tutorials mention perspective or whatever, but while i understand that it can take time because perspective can be complex, i don't get how people learn the extreme basics without throwing a fucking fit!

i'm not exactly asking for advice this time around. even though i'd appreciate it, i'm just borderline venting about how so many art tutorials for beginners start off with the author assuming that the reader has an understanding of very basics things, and that's so endlessly frustrating to me >:(

Hey I get it, you're totally fine art is a fucking bitch when it comes down to it. I have mild aphantasia. I can barely picture anything in my head and when I try to imagine an image I may want to draw I have to cut it down to little pieces to get any kind of detail in my minds eye. (Turns out its not normal to have fuzzy dark dreams either LMAO) Choosing to be an artist with this shit fucking sucks ass. So I get it. I used to teach art basics to people as a freelance teacher. I don't know what you know but I can try and link you to some sources that may help. Actually fuck it I'll just draw some basic 3D shapes here we go!

Because my writing is a disaster here is the text. 1. Start with your rectangle, maybe use a guide or square tool at first. 2. Create the back of the cube (another rectangle) you can move the back around to create length. 3. This is technically the "edge" of the cube, but think of it as just a line connecting two points. (The two closest corners to each other get connected) 4. Do that for all corners and you've got a see through cube! 5. If you want a solid cube erase what you decide is the upmost back 3 edges. 5.1 Most cube set ups can make 2 cubes. You get to decide which square is actually the back of the cube. 6. The only thing your keeping from the back square are its outer most edges, play around with making free style cubes before using perspective. Just remember doing these kinds of things isn't so you learn to make a perfect cube, it's more about training your brain and eye to break down 3d shapes into 2d shapes into lines in order to help you create grander things from your mind.

1. Make an oval. They can be put into perspective but don't worry about that, it's one of the last things you should learn when dealing with perspective and basic shapes. I still struggle with it, it's annoying as hell. 2. Make another oval, decide the length and if the cylinder gets smaller or fatter. 3. Treat the edges like points and connect them, like the cube! 4. Now you decide which end of the cylinder is in view, and then erase all of the circle within the cylinder that is the "back" of it. 4.1 Like the cube you're really just keeping the edge. 5. Experiment with lengths and if lopsidedness is a problem switch the order of things, and create one edge before making the other oval, it allows you to guide the "edges" or "points" of the circle. And remember a lot of what gives a 3d objects its 3d...ness is shading, so line based shapes are always gonna look flatter then you may want them to be. But in the end perspective and drawing 3d shapes is an illusion. Artists are masters at illusion, we are learning magic and skills at the same time. Art teachers go to for learning one point perspective is the Room (tm) I couldn't find a guide that simplified it enough, everything added to much detail too quickly which can be very overwhelming. I'd recommend "Proko Penko" on youtube, he has hundreds if not thousands of short videos that cover the largest variety of things. Especially involving the human form. "Drawing and Painting- The Virtual Instructor" has a bunch of perspective based videos, I'd start with him and then move on to Penko's stuff since he deals with the perspective of human anatomy more than just the basics. D&P has another classic one point perspective exercise the buildings and road one. The videos are old but he's one of the only ones I see breaking it down into simple shapes at a quick glance. I think perspective and basic shapes can be one of the hardest things you learn in art, but it is the very basics and learning it can help you exponentially with anything else you do, maybe not because you're creating cubes all the time but it helps train your eye to break down objects into shapes and planes. I hope this helps, I'm sorry you're struggling with it, practice is absolutely your friend and no one ever has to see your cubes and cylinders, they are only there for you to learn!

[rreyie]

𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨- 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: after three years of not seeing eren due to his buisness in marley, you reunite with him only to find he isn’t the same person anymore, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is his desire for you.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: smut! hair pulling, spanking, hate (?) sex, eren being an asshole, MAJOR season four/manga spoilers, vaginal, orgasm denial, overstimulation, fingering, oral (male receiving), f! anatomy reader, dom! eren, sub! reader

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: smut/ nsfw

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: eren yeager, reader insert

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: i really struggled with what to name this, but i still think it turned out fine. this may be the dirtiest thing i’ve written so far but anyways, eren stans come get y’all juice

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it had been three whole years since you had last seen eren. as much as you missed those emerald green eyes giving you a playful glare from across the room, you certainly did not miss his careless demeanor.

it had happened after the girl shot sasha, your best friend. as you laid there sobbing on the floor, all eren did was laugh. no comfort. no “i’m sorry.” just a half hearted chuckle from that asshole of a man.

as you put her body in a different room, you walked out of the dimly lit airship to see eren sitting on some sort of box. through that mane of chocolate brown hair, you saw those emerald eyes again, only this time, they weren’t as youthful as they once were. they were tired. drained. dull. you didn’t know how else to describe that look.

“whatcha starin at?” he asked. his voice was barely audible.

your cheeks still red and eyes puffy from crying, you sniffle and manage to speak some words. “i’m looking at the jackass who was laughing at my best friend dead on the floor.”

eren chuckles. “i see nothings changed over the last three years, huh?”

you look away from him. you couldn’t bare to look eyes with him, especially now. he touches your arm. “come on now, look at me. i missed you.”

you swat his arm away. “shut the fuck up. why did you laugh? in a time that i needed you most you just sat there and laughed?”

eren laughs again. “haven’t you forgot, dear? i can see everything. i knew sasha was going to die before it happened.” you couldn’t stand his shit anymore. you jerk your body to face him, and raise your arm, looking directly into his eyes. you throw a punch at him, aiming directly for his skull, but his calloused hand stops you, making you look weak.

“heh, let’s not get too hasty here, dear-“

“quit calling me that damned nickname!” you shout at him. “i can’t talk to you right now. i’m going to bed.” his arm releases it’s grip on yours, and you angrily storm off into your resting place in the airship.

another few days passed, and you were coming back from the memorial service held for sasha. as you took off your army great coat, darker spots staining it from the rain pattering outside, a figure towers over you.

you look up and make contact with the entity, now figuring out that it was no other than yours truly, eren.

“well, want to talk now?” he asks. his voice was monotone, like nothing happened at all. you throw your coat onto a nearby chair, and storm upstairs to your room.

you eneter the room, which was pitch black, your tear-ridden eyes not processing anything you see. only a blurry mess of shadows and highlights. you throw yourself onto your bed and curl into a fetal position.

you wanted to throw up. first your best friend dies, and then your relationship was going down the drain... on top of that a world war was happening right before your very eyes.

a cold hand is pressed onto your back. you jolt at the contact, and see erens face looking down at you. you hadn’t taken the time to notice that he had cleaned up nicely, hair in a bun and cleanly shaved.

as your head tilts upwards, he presses his lips to yours, the unfamiliar sensation making your lips tingle. you let out a small moan and feel erens mouth curl upwards.

“well, i can tell even if you didn’t miss me, you sure missed my cock.” eren says. this statement caught you off guard, and your cheeks flushed red. eren snickered, and continued to kiss you. eren inserted his slick tongue into your mouth, pushing and pulling your tongue in all different directions, mixing your saliva with his.

erens hand moved south, his finger just grazing upon your clothed womanhood. though your area was covered, you could still feel the friction of his finger and the fabric. he began to slide his hand inside the flimsy waistband of your pants and cupped your delicate womanhood.

letting out a soft moan at the contact, he began to grope and squeeze you in all the right places, and ran his index finger along your wet folds, already soaked with your slick.

“wet for me already, ain’t’cha princess?” he growls into your ear, warm breath sliding upon the exposed flesh of your neck. he moves his lips to your neck, and begins to gently suck, eager to mark you, similar to how an animal marked its territory. the gentle suction made you like putty in his arms, and you leaned into his chest. his heartbeat was beating right into your ear, giving you a sense of security.

unexpectedly, a finger slips into your walls. an “a-ah~” elicits through your lips. you shifted your hips to desperately try and feel full, even though only one narrow finger was inside you.

“only good girls get two fingers”, eren says. “are you gonna be a good girl for me? hm?” eren pushes his finger inside you more, hitting the plush sweet spot that was nestled inside you. you let out a pathetic little whimper as eren stretched you a little further.

“y-yes...” you stammer. eren began to pump his two fingers into your tight hole, as he felt his own arousal course through his veins, the fiery sensation talking over him and pulsating though him, going straight to his dick.

your thighs began to tremble as you were about to feel your orgasm, but then, right when you were on the cusp of reaching bliss, he carefully but slowly took his fingers out, his coated in your juices. he sneered at you, as your let out another whimper.

“h-hey...” you say, barely able to make words after your spoiled orgasm. “what w-was that for?”

“because you’ve been fucking around with me all week”, he responds, starting to unbuckle his leather belt. “all i’ve wanted this whole week was for your pretty little pussy to bounce on my cock, but you’ve been so stubborn that you wouldn’t even look my way. this is my payback. i’m going to absolutely fuck your brains out tonight.”

your spine shivered at the thought of you being here all night being used as erens own personal pocket pussy. you didn’t want to know how many rounds you were in for tonight, since eren never stops until he’s tired.

before you knew it, erens belt was off, and you were sitting on the bed watching him did himself of his shirt. his perfectly toned abs were semi-visible in the moonlight, the ripples of skin or bones creating a masterpiece. his hair was nearly free of the bun at this point, but you wouldn’t dare notify him of this.

eren folds the belt and gives it a little whack upon the bed, giving a crack.

“strip”, he commands. “now.”

you obey his words, and pull of your shirt without hesitation, followed by your cargo pants, leaving you in your bra and panties only.

erens gaze turns predatory as if he was a lion and you were the antelope. he flips you over almost effortlessly, and grabs your ass.

“dear god, i missed this...” he groans. “your ass is gonna be all red after i’m done with you.”

you clench your eyes, bracing for impact. you knew exactly how this was going to go down. eren cracks the belt down onto your left ass cheek, and you yelped at the impact. he did it again, the pain soon quickly melting into pleasure with each snap.

sure, eren could be a bit rough in the bedroom sometimes- no, scratch that. he could be super rough. but he always knew where the line was to be drawn. or at least he used to know. you only knew that this man had been deprived of sex for the time he was in marley, so he was likely craving some sort of intimacy. and now that he had you, he wasn’t going soft this time.

as soon as the last crack of the belt had ceased, he threw the belt down and kneeled over you.

“suck me off”, he demanded.

you flipped yourself over this time, and got level with erens member. erens black boxers had a throbbing bulge in the center. as you pulled his boxers down, his cock immediately sprang up, and slapped against his stomach.

boy, eren always had a nice dick. it was pale, but a vein ran through the side, and connected to the red tip of it. he hasn’t shaved down there in a while, so the seemingly primal hair that laid at his base was expected.

you grasped his cock that was eagerly waiting for attention, and moved your tongue along the shaft, placing kitty licks on the tip. you felt eren twitching under your touch. you wanted to tease him to compensate for your lost orgasm, to feel him writhe and beg to cum.

eren grew impatient with the kitty licks and tongue work that he grabbed a fistful of your hair and jammed your mouth onto him. you gagged at the sudden movement, the tip touching the back of your throat. he moved your head back and forth, using your spit to guide you along.

you took in his whole length. it was painful, but totally worth it to see his expression on his face. cupping his balls, you played with them, moving around the sensitive skin with your hands.

“i-m gonna c-cum...” eren warns you. you try and pull off so he wouldn’t make you choke. eren resists, only pulling you closer. his cock spasms, and releases a load of cum into your mouth. you were nearly choking on cock, the salty taste reaching every corner in your mouth.

you swallow it all. eren pulls out his cock, still hard even though he just came. he takes hold of your shoulders and pins you down on your bed.

“don’t worry princess, i’ll compensate for that lost orgasm this time.” he said, an evil smirk on his face. yup. you were in for it.

he quickly takes your bra and panties off before starting, and takes note of the giant spot of arousal in the bottom of your panties before he slides them off. he unclasps your bra and gives your breasts a quick little squeeze before pumping his cock a few times and lining it up at your entrance.

“p-please, be gentle...” you whisper.

eren laughs. “not a chance.”

he thrusts into you, his whole length unexpectedly filling you to the brim. letting out a groan, he thrusts into you again. it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. you grip the sheets beside you.

“i missed the feeling of your little pussy...” eren growls. he continues to thrust, smashing his hips into yours as he fucked you with no mercy at all.

lewd sounds of skin slapping a guttural wet sounds filled the room as you squirmed beneath him, moving your hips so he could get a good angle. his dick begins to touch on your sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly. the pressure on your spongy seeet spot was enough to make a loud moan escape from your mouth.

“m-more!” you yelp. eren heeds your command as you felt his balls slapping against your ass ruthlessly. “oh god, please, eren! please!” erens pace quickens a little bit more as you feel the burning sensation of your orgasm about to take over. you cum right on his dick, the creamy liquid spilling out of you and coating him so he could glide into you with ease. eren still has a bit to go, and while making an effort to cum, he only thrusts harder, causing you to cum yet again, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“ngh- oh fuck...” eren stammers, as he bottoms out into you, shooting thick ropes of cum into your hole.

you lay there panting, eyes almost shutting. but eren isn’t anywhere near done yet. his dick gardens yet again, and he continues to thrust.

“e-eren... please no more...” you gasp, trying to contain yourself as eren slammed into you again and again.

“no”, he says raspily. “you’ve been teasing me all fuckin’ week. you need to be punished for this.” his tip kisses your cervix, causing you to grimace. “turn over.”

you tried to move, but your legs were like jelly, unable to move after all the previous sensations you were feeling.

“dumb slut. let me help you.” eren places you on your tummy and re-aligns himself at your entrance, and jams his throbbing dick into you. your ribbed walls were clenching around him tightly, which only made him encouraged and want to go harder, deeper, if that was even possible.

your vision turned foggy upon your third orgasm, toes curling and all.

“ngh- aah!~” you whimper, feeling numb and helpless. something about eren using you as his own personal fuck toy made you seem to cum a little bit quicker than the last times you’ve had sex. maybe it was the control he had over you, the domination.

“oh, did my little whore cum for me again?” eren groans. “louder. i want this entire hallway to know exactly what we are doing in here. let them know how good i’m fucking you.”

eren gives a tug at your hair, making your head turn around and look him directly in the eye. he had a wicked sneer painted across his face. he purposely hits your sweet spot again, making a string of high pitched moans and whimpers fill the room, maybe even the whole hallway as eren instructed you to do.

your noises were the final straw that eren had. he quickly pulled out and flipped you over before jacking himself a few more times, and letting his cum splatter across your face and chest. your vision was so foggy at this point that everything was just a big cloud of white. as you regain your vision, you see eren laying over you, his brown hair messy and eyes filled with love.

“you’re not gonna just leave me like the others, right?” he questions you as he kisses your naked collarbone. you’re completely out of breath at this point, and all you can do is nod.

“good.” he grabs a towel that was sitting on your nightstand. “i hope you never leave me, to be honest.” he cleans up his release combined with sweat that was puddled on your body.

“n-never.” you stammer.

[jackalopesao3]

So I submitted this to @getlitaesthetic's amazing tumblr yesterday! Go follow Eden now! She has an amazing Dark AU!

I decided to touch up this fic a bit so that it flows better so there are some changes.

⚠️ Minors do not read! ⚠️

The Demon Lord’s Pet

Reader is GN but has afab anatomy.

Warnings: Dubcon, slight degradation, size difference, forced orgasm, breeding kink, slight blood play, just gross smut, that's it, that's the plot

This wasn't beta read so I'm sure there are spelling and grammatical errors, apologies in advance!

Enjoy!

You rolled over in your bed, unable to sleep. Would tonight be the night he comes to your room? You shuddered and winced at the thought. You knew the future King of Hell could be brutal in bed. Worse, if you became pregnant, just birthing his spawn had killed his last partner, another “exchange” student.

“Exchange program”, you thought with a bitter scoff, “More like the annual sacrifice to the lords of Hell.”

You had hoped to remain under the radar but Diavolo, ahem, Lord Diavolo had different plans for you. It was rare that he came to the Human Hall but there he was and there you were, walking back to your room after class. You hoped the imposingly large demon wouldn't notice you but your hopes were quickly dashed when a large, clawed hand picked you up by the back of your shirt.

“This one Barbatos! I choose this one,” he grinned as he looked you over.

The color drained from your face. Was he going to torture you? You had witnessed him snatch an unfortunate student during your orientation only to pull the limbs right off of the unlucky bastard. Diavolo was like a twisted child tearing the wings off of a butterfly.

“They'll make a cute pet. What's your name, little pet?”

“Y/N,” you managed to choke out, fear and bile creeping up your throat.

Diavolo chuckled at your fear. Human fear was like fine wine to a demon so the Human Hall must have been like a Winery.

You shuddered at that memory, pulling the covers around you tightly. It was getting late, maybe you could avoid him for another night.

Just as your eyelids were starting to feel heavy you heard the creak of your door opening and the sound of your canopy being pulled back.

Your heart hammered in your chest when you felt the covers slide off your body. You rolled over on your back to see the large demon looking down at you like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

“Y/N...did you think I forgot about you, Y/N,” Diavolo purred, crawling over top of you.

He had you caged in. You could only look up into his deep, amber eyes. Your body froze in fear. He trailed a clawed finger down the side of your face and along your neck.

“Are you ready to prove yourself as a worthy partner?” He asked, breath tickling your neck.

You swallowed hard but nodded. What were the consequences of saying no? Nothing pleasant that's for sure.

“Good pet,” he smirked and patted your head before slicing your nightgown open with just one claw.

His mouth was all over your exposed skin, claiming every inch for himself. You yelped as he bit down hard on your shoulder. That was more than enough to draw blood. A hot tongue lapped at the blood and you couldn't help but moan at the touch. You felt disgusted with yourself and tried to keep quiet by biting your lip.

Diavolo could sense that you were trying to will yourself to be silent. This would not do. His clawed fingers curled into your side and you gasped, at the same time he latched his mouth onto a nipple.

“Fuck…” you let out a whimper as you felt his tongue swirl around the sensitive bud. His claws were breaking through your skin but you barely felt the pain.

You turned your head in shame, only to have a rough hand pull your chin back to face him.

“Do not look away,” he warned once. You knew it would be your only warning. He kissed you on the lips roughly as if for emphasis, chuckling darkly as you once again froze.

You could only watch in horror, disgust, and arousal as he began to kiss down your body. He took a perverse pleasure in making you feel ashamed. You squirmed and cried out when he bit down on one of your love handles, licking up the blood.

“You are such a dirty whore,” he smirked, eyes locking with yours. “Letting a demon defile you in this way. Only the filthiest of humans can feel pleasure like this.”

Without warning he pushed your legs apart with his hands. You instinctively wanted to shut them but he was holding them open.

His claws ripped through your panties and you flushed at the air against your bare skin. You felt a sharp pain on your inner thigh as he bit into the soft flesh. You screamed, half in arousal, half in terror. Diavolo smirked against your skin as his tongue snaked out to lick the blood. You couldn't help but to let out another moan.

“I want to hear more sounds coming out of that filthy little mouth of yours,” he said as his hands squeezed your hips for emphasis.

“Y-yes Lord Diavolo!” You stammered.

A shriek escaped your lips as his tongue licked up the slit of your cunt. The pit of shame and dread was growing in your belly. Diavolo took delight in your shame, eyes locked with yours as his tongue licked and swirled all over your most sensitive places. He slid a finger into your core, claw retracted but you didn't doubt he'd unsheathe his claw inside you if you disobeyed. He inserted another finger and began to pump them in you. Diavolo wasn't normally one to give pleasure but seeing your shame and fear was highly arousing to the demon lord. You had started to lose your mind in the haze of pleasure, hips bucking into his mouth and hand. Diavolo worked you into a frenzy until you were a crying, whimpering mess. You let out a scream as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked.

He curled his fingers inside you and continued sucking and licking your clit until you came so hard you nearly blacked out.

You felt disgusting as you came down from your high. Diavolo was pleased with himself as he noted the look of disgust and shame on your face.

“As expected of my little whore,” he cooed in a mocking tone.

Before you had time to register what was happening, you were on your stomach, ass in the air.

“This is the when I fill you full up with my seed,” he leaned over and whispered into your ear.

You howled in pain as you felt him enter you. To say he was huge was an understatement. It felt like you were being split in half. Diavolo was unrelenting with his pace, slamming in and out of you with a ferocity you'd never witnessed before with any of your past partners.

It wasn't long before he flipped you over on your back, continuing his onslaught. He looked down at your stomach and smirked when he saw his dick bulging inside you as he thrusted, much to your horror. You felt as if his dick were going to rip through your flesh.

Through the pain of nearly being split, you could still feel pleasure starting to build up. No one had ever filled you up as much as the future demon king did. You felt your second climax approaching and a feeling of dread washed over you. Were you really going to let him bring you to climax twice? You didn't get to dwell on that thought for long as he swiped his thumb over your clit.

“Lord Diavolo! Ah-” You screamed as you came hard around his cock.

It wasn't long before Diavolo was chasing his own climax. His claws dug into your hips as your blood soaked the sheets beneath you but you barely noticed, lost in a fog of pleasure and pain. Suddenly, his body tensed as you felt him release into you, his hands held you roughly in place as he filled you with ropes of his hot seed.

You looked up at him, the demon lord hadn't even broken a sweat. He shot you a feral smirk and you yelped as you were flipped back onto your stomach.

“Did you think we were done?” He tsked with a chuckle.

“We are only just getting started, my pet.”

[descendantofthesparrow]

messy ass comic/doodle i did for my dumbass TD/D3Rewrite crossover idea

first meeting on the bridge; (y/n) and Lia. @disneyfan50​ did my best to draw Lias hair style but i suck and need more practice XD also lias arm anatomy is just full on wrong and too long but its just a messy doodle, its fine. 

[meruz]

Aforementioned long ask post please excuse me while i try to figure out tumblr's new text editor. I’ll get into the art meme questions first and then the rest at the end.

Ok first of all thank you all for sending in questions! Giving me an excuse to talk hehe. I’ll address these in number order. Here’s a link to the ask meme for reference but also I’ll restate the question for ease of reading.

1. When did you get into art?

Super cliche answer but I don’t remember a time where I WASN’T the weird art kid! I started keeping a dedicated sketchbook when I was about 12? But here’s a page from my kindergarten journal about what I want to be when I grow up.

2. What art-related sites have you ever signed up for? 

LOL this is a weird question. Not sure why so many people want to know. Anyways I definitely had a dA. more than one dA account. I used to browse oekakis when I was a kid but I think I was only signed up to some small ones that internet friends owned. What else...? Mangabullet,Tegakie, Paintberri, iscribble back when that was a thing, instagram if that COUNTs, I used to post art on livejournal and dreamwidth too. Patreon, I guess. Gumroad, inprnt, bigcartel, storenvy all for selling stuff.

In terms of resources.. I have a schoolism account that I’m sharing with friends. Used to take classes on coursera for free. I signed up to textures.com for work recently haha. I can’t remember if I ever had an account on posemaniacs. Did they have accounts...? I definitely used to visit all the time.

3. Show us your oldest piece of art you have on hand.

Alright here’s me actually logging into my old deviantart account. These are from September 2008 So I was 13 years old. I don’t have a deviantart account from before then because 13 was the required age for having an account and I didn’t want to lie about my age because I wanted people to be impressed by how young yet clearly incredible at art I was LOL.

4. What defines your artistic style?

You guys are probably more equipped to answer this than me but uh... I wanna say... Focus on colors. And... a slightly heavy hand? Like confident... not always well-considered mark making HAH...

Also I think I have a pretty healthy mix of american comics/manga influences. I feel like people who are into american comics always think my art is too manga and people who are into anime/manga always think my art is too american. And I’m taking that as a good sign.

5. Do you practice other styles/have you tried other styles in the past?

I like to think I switch it up a bunch! I mean, these are pretty different, right?

I think I’ve mentioned this before but one thing I really took away from art school is that, for an illustrator at least, art style shouldn’t be consistent. Your greatest weapon is changing the aspects of your style based on the task, the emotions and message you want to illustrate etc. So depending on the project I’m working on, the fandom I’m drawing for, whether I want something to be funny or serious or dramatic, I’ll change things about my style all the time.

One thing I don’t rly post on here is really tight polished work and that’s because I do that for my day job haha. If you’re not paying me... I’m probably not gonna color in the lines.

6. What levels of artistic education have you had?

I have a whole ass diploma LOL. Bachelor of Fine Arts in Illustration. from the Rhode Island School of Design. And I had a great college experience tbh. Besides the student loans. If any of you guys are thinking about art school feel free to e-mail or message me questions or concerns, I’ll be happy to help. Be as honest as I can be.

7. Show us at least one picture you drew or sketched recently that you did not put on a public site.

heres the wandavision kids. Uhh what else do I have...I feel like I’m rummaging for loose change here...

assorted valentines prep doodles

8. What is your favourite piece that you have done?

Well, obviously this is gonna change all the time and generally it’s gonna be my most recent piece LOL. So yeah, why the hell not. I’ll say it’s this one. I have a pretty short memory which I count as a blessing for an artist. I don’t dwell that long on older work and it keeps me moving forward.

10. What do you like most about your art?

I like that it’s something that only I would make! I had this thought fairly recently and I wrote it down in my sketchbook, it’s pretty cheesy and rambling but it felt revolutionary at the time:

So yeah. I like my art best when it’s the most me and for me. And I like it least when it feels like I’m just making something for social media or for other people’s expectations or whatever.

14. What do you like drawing the most?

Kids in baggy clothing are like my go-to LOL idk if that’s obvious. but also I like being challenged so lately I’ve really loved drawing multi-character compositions, environments, weird angles, etc.

oh i LOVE drawing the underside of shoes lol. And bandages. People that are kinda beat up.. I think it comes from getting a bunch of cuts all the time. I’m always patching myself up and I want to patch characters up too.

15. What do you like drawing the least?

mmm I try to find something to like in every drawing but lets see... I don’t like doing commissions of people’s dogs. Just because it’s normally like... a family friend and my mom volunteered me without my consent and I don’t even really know what they’re expecting me to draw and I don’t even get to meet the dog. Also I’m not that great at dog anatomy. Trying to learn though.

18. What is your purpose for drawing?

This could have a million answers! Uhhh to GIT GOOD??? But also to express myself... and also to make money... I mean it depends on what the drawing IS. I draw fanart mostly to connect to people in the fandom so if you ever see me drawing fanart please take it as like an open invitation to talk to me about the character haha. 

20. How would you rank your art? (poor, mediocre, good, etc.)

Good!!! I have a lot of self-confidence primarily born out of ignorance and a short attention span. If I don’t think too hard about how many other artists are mindblowingly unfathombly good... its easy to think I’m good too! LOL

In all seriousness though, I think the opinion a person has of their art is like a crazy balancing act, right? Like you have to think you suck enough to want to get better but also you have to think you’re good enough to not want to give up. I think we’re all walking that line, I know I am! But also I’m a glass half-full type of person so. Most of the time I feel good about it.

22. List at least one of your “artspirations.”

This is a good question because I’ve been trying and failing to put together one of those “influence map” memes for like a full month now. What’s giving me a hard time is I feel like none of these are actually really obvious “““influences”““ in my art? Like it’s hard to see a lot of them in the work I make...? But idk maybe you guys’ll see what I can’t.

And these are just a couple! God there’s so many more. I could talk about other artists for ages, from all different genres of art. Daumier, Rockwell like every illustrator out there, Dana Gibson, Alex Toth, Hiroshi Yoshida, a lot of the Brandywine School. Lots of current working artists too, Karl Kerschl, frikkin Masashi Kishimoto lol, Jake Wyatt, Richie Pope, Edouard Caplain, Matt Cook, Sachin Teng, - lots of big internet artists, Sophie Li, Freddy Carrasco, Milliofish, Angela Sung... like all my friends from art school too. I could just keep going but I’ll stop for now lol.

24. Do you have a shameful art past? (recolour sprite comics, tracing art, etc.)

I mean if that’s how we’re defining shameful?? sure LOL. It’s not sprite comics but I used to do pokemon sprite recolors all the time. And I used to trace manga panels and color them... Granted this was all when I was like under 12 yrs old so it’s not even embarrassing. Can you really call it shameful when a 7 year old wets the bed or whatever? Not really. In fact some of these are cool as fuck. Look

25. Draw a picture!

Man I’m so tired now but here.

I used to get a lot of compliments for drawing people smiling lol but I don’t think I’ve drawn a lot of smiling lately.. here’s proof I’ve still got it.

OK MEME DONE. onto the rest.

I read this ask first thing when i opened my computer in the morning and it made me really emotional.. I’m so glad my sketches could help you!!

I think a lot of artists on social media talk about the struggle of making art but imo not enough people talk about the joy! Like I know it’s corny but. I really meant what I said at the beginning of that sketchbook about re-contextualizing art around process and progress > product and perfection. I think its super important..! The strength of messy, unfinished, and energetic art! For the feeling of it, for the love it!

That's crazy!!! I hope you like 'em. The whole line of x-books is really good rn imo.

Hi! I totally have the answer for digital stuff on my faq lol. But in terms of drawing on paper.. it varies! I tend to use sketchbooking and any on-paper doodling I do as a way to loosen up/warm-up or experiment. But right now my go-to aresenal is:

from top > bottom

- kuretake no.55 doublesided brush pen

- tombow fudenosuke

- muji 0.38 ballpoint

- medium size poscas

- grey tombow double brush pens

- good ol bic mechanical pencil

not EXACTly sure which inking you referring to from my sketchbook but if I had to take a guess it'd probably be the kuretake no55. That's been my main inker, lately. Great for sketching with the thin end too.

You can print out and eat my art if you like. Just please don't mass produce or re-sell. <3

Thanks! I've come to accept that my art is always gonna be sort of gestural and painty naturally. It's getting it to tighten up enough to be legible that's hard lol...

uh yeah lol I agree actually. I think yolei is great.

I assume these asks are related? LOL

1) Yeah totally true. I love David.

2) I don’t take requests, sorry! But if you want to commission me to draw Legion i would be MORE than happy to. Just e-mail me at isellhotdogs@gmail.com.

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[lifblogs]

Had this idea for awhile once I learned about Twi'lek anatomy, so here's Kanan in a sexual situation with Hera trying to figure it out.

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Hera cried out, and shoved Kanan away from her. He fell back against the controls of the Ghost, not quite sure of what was now digging into his back. The dim lighting wasn’t helping.

“Kanan!” she admonished, holding a hand over the cone-shaped nub that served as her ear.

“What? What is it?” he asked, all sweaty and blushing. “I just… humans lick each other’s ears during… well… and I thought—”

“I’m not human!”

Kanan tried to right himself, but his arm got stuck in the steering controls and he fell again.

“Right. Right, sorry.” With another try, he managed to stand and was brushing non-existent dust off of his rumpled, and somewhat undone clothes; anything to avoid looking Hera in the eye. He sat in the co-pilot’s seat, back hunched in with some trepidation and guilt, before asking, “So… did—did I hurt you?”

Hera lowered her hand and gave him a smile, one that eased his nerves somewhat.

She pointed at the nub. “How these work is that they directly pick up vibrations.”

“Okay, ears do that too…”

“No, this is more like…” She surprisingly giggled and went to sit in his lap, the palms of her hands resting against his chest. He unintentionally squeezed her waist when she licked his earlobe, sending hot tingles through him, reminding him what they’d been trying to do. “Imagine if someone licked your eardrum.”

Kanan cringed, covering his ears, almost knocking her off of him.

“Oh gods, Hera, I’m so sorry.”

Wait? Why was he covering his ears? He was fine!

Immediately he reached out for Hera, stroking her neck, caressing her cheek.

“Are you okay?”

“Just kiss me, you idiot.”

Kanan let Hera guide his hands back to her waist, but he wanted them lower, on her hips, to tug her against him. He arched up into her, as he kissed her, trying to get back into the mood.

Remembering what she’d said about her lekku being incredibly sensitive, he reached out a hand and began to caress one. It was… somewhat odd, seeing as he’d never been with a Twi’lek before her, but stars, he was sure he loved Hera. He’d do anything for her. So this was no problem.

Her mouth opened in a long, low moan, and she ground down against him hard. A surprised grunt left him as familiar pressure started filling his gut and in between his legs.

Hera sucked at his mouth before putting her tongue in, and Kanan swore he was seeing stars, even with his eyes shut tight.

Trusting her to hold onto him tight enough—really, she was so close against him that he wasn’t sure anything, even gravity, would be able to pry her off—he reached out for her other lekku. He stroked up and down with both hands, and Hera started to tear at Kanan’s clothes. The most she got was tugging his shirt up, and his pants down, but that seemed to be enough for her because she was palming at his cock, even while she ground down against his thighs. Kanan could feel the heat of her between her legs even through their clothes.

He groaned, and pulled back to look up at her. Their heavy, hot breaths shared the same air, and Kanan felt as if he was breathing her in. He arched up into her as best he could. With a powerful tug

Hera had him leaning his head back, mouth open. And she went at his neck with her mouth.

He cried out through gritted teeth, and released her lekku to reach for her pants, trying to get them off of her. She released his hardened cock to try helping, and she started to get off of him to figure it out. Both of them were having difficulty thinking at this point, and clothes were just a pointless distraction.

Kanan shoved Hera off of him, and he tugged his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the deck, before reaching out for her and pressing her up against the console, tugging her pants down. She squirmed against him, and when he brought a hand down to pleasure her and get her wet he found that she was all ready for him. Still, he searched for that little swollen nub at the apex of her thighs, and he kept his touch light as he ran his fingers over it.

This had her bucking into him, lekku tossed back over her shoulders. A jolt shot up from his balls, reaching through his cock. Precum trickled out of him, and he rubbed himself up against her ass. He felt her pulse against his hand, and, unable to contain himself anymore, Kanan took hold of his cock to bring it to her entrance. Hera grunted, and pushed back with her slim body.

The both of them were so desperate at this point, that it took almost nothing to get him buried up to his heavy balls in her. Hera was growling his name, bouncing on him as much as she could—which wasn’t much.

Eyes nearly rolling back in his head from how tight and hot and wet she was, Kanan started to take her with hard, fast thrusts.

They often had quickies in the cockpit, or hell, anywhere on the Ghost, but this was the first time Kanan felt brave enough to try and get used to Twi’lek anatomy. An idea came to him, one born from knowing what Hera did to him with her mouth, and he reached for her lekku. A throaty cry left her, and Kanan was leaning far over her, bare chest against her back.

Trepidation churning slightly in his gut despite the pleasure bursting through him and nearly up into his chest, he took the end of her left lekku into his mouth. It was an odd sensation, having his mouth filled, and he was surprised that he actually enjoyed it.

It ended all too soon because Hera shoved back against him hard, almost making his brain short-circuit, and then she was grabbing him, pulling his mouth away. She pushed him, and he fell back into the co-pilot’s seat, disappointed.

“What the hell?” she asked, turning to him and doing what she could to get out of her pants. She tossed them aside, and then straddled him.

“What?” he asked.

“What you were doing with my lekku.”

A blush crept onto his already-reddened face, and he nearly forgot all about his throbbing, wanting cock pressing against her naturally-hairless pelvis.

“Uh… I—I… I thought that—”

“That you’d give my lekku a blowjob?”

Kanan gave her an awkward smile, and shrugged. “Hehe…”

“Gods, you’re so stupid.”

“What?” he asked, still thoroughly confused.

“We don’t do that.”

“But you told me that it’s uh… like a non-procreative sex organ, and you have me eat you out, so I thought using my mouth…”

“It’s just… it’s not what we do.”

“We as in Twi’leks.”

“Yes, love.”

“Oh. But I don’t know, we could still give it a try.”

Hera pulled back and looked him dead in the eye, a smirk growing on her face. She poked at his chest playfully. “You liked it.”

“Who, me? What? No!”

To his surprise, Hera then tilted her head and waved her lekku in his face.

“Let’s see how much you can take in.”

“I thought you said—”

“I’m open to trying something new if it’s something you like. Besides, it’s not like it hurts like what you tried to pull earlier.”

“Oh… yeah…” Kanan swallowed roughly, looking at the tattooed, green appendage. “But, uh… I was thinking maybe just the tip?”

“Baby,” Hera teased.

“Oh, come on, are you actually serious?”

“You make me try with this.” On the last word, Hera grabbed his hard, wet cock, and gave it a rough squeeze near the base. He let out a cry and bucked into her.

“I thought you liked doing that,” he said.

“No, you like it. So I do it. Your turn.”

Kanan looked at her lekku again. Hmm… It would be interesting. But…

“Only if you suck me off when I’m close.”

Hera leaned in and gave him a deep kiss. “Deal.”

He took her right lekku, which was the closest to him, and sucked it into his mouth. Hera let out a throaty moan, and started working on getting him back in her again. She took charge this time, riding him as he moaned around her lekku, and tried to get more of it in his mouth.

Wow, this was not easy, but the fact that he was being ridden by her—and desperately—at the same time, made him want to give it his all. He pulled back on her lekku when he felt close to gagging, but he sucked, like she might do for him (even though it certainly wasn’t that kind of appendage).

Hera’s bouncing on him grew desperate, and he grabbed her ass hard with one hand. With the other, he tried to get her lekku in deeper again.

Come on, Kanan. It’s barely in. If Hera can almost get you all in, then surely—

All thoughts left his head as Hera moaned and whimpered. He felt her orgasm, felt her body clench tight and rhythmically around him. She ground down hard, and his pleasure started to reach its peak.

In his shock, he accidentally got her lekku in too deep, and he gagged. Quickly, pulling back, Kanan gasped for breath.

“Hera!” he cried.

“Kanan,” she moaned.

“I’m close. Oh kriff, I’m so close.”

Despite still coming, she got off of him, moaning her regret, and got on her knees before him. He tugged lightly on her lekku, and caressed her face as she pumped the base of him, and squeezed his balls, and sucked the tip.

His head leaning back, Kanan could scarcely breathe. It was like a white fire had taken him over, and it burned and burned, as if it would never end.

He clenched his teeth against a growl as a jolt ran up from his toes, condensed in his balls, and then pushed out of his throbbing cock in ropy spurts. Pleasure bombarded him, exploding up to his stomach, leaving him light-headed. Hera moaned, maybe just for his benefit.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes, and watched her swallow. If he hadn’t already cummed, he would’ve done so just then.

“Oh, Hera…” he breathed.

She was in his lap again, kissing him, breathing hard. When their bodies relaxed more they pulled their lips apart, but pressed their foreheads together.

Hera let out a giggle and kissed his cheek. “That was interesting.”

“I was gonna say weird.”

She got up to start putting her pants back on, and was righting her clothes. Kanan, face flushed as he watched her bend over, seeing how swollen she was in between her legs because of him, cleared his throat. She threw his shirt at him as she pulled her pants up. Right, right. Getting dressed. They were getting dressed now.

Kanan stood, following suit.

“So, uh… what now?”

“Now I clean your spit off my lekku, you strange, strange man.”

Kanan held up a finger. “Hey, you wanted to do that. And you liked it.”

She came forward, and grabbed his chin, pulling him down into a kiss that left him wondering if they could go another round.

Her voice was soft, her eyes gentle, as she said, “I did.”

[justthehiddleswrites]

Daredevil in Disguise | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary:  You see the live feed of Tom in that infernal Daredevil costume. And man does it your engines revving. You insist that Tom bring the costume home for so you can appreciate him in all his glory.

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Costumes, Costume Kink,Teasing

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You scrolled your phone for about the twentieth time in the last two minutes. Tom told you to watch at the Betrayal Instagram after the show. Tom spoke of a special Halloween surprise tonight but nothing more. And the teaser posted online gave no insights.

“Come on!” you growled at the phone in your hand. As if on cure, a live feed popped up. “It’s about time.” You flopped onto the bed, phone in hand.  Eddie exited first, wearing a skintight Captain America costume. You giggled at how he held the shield in front of him, covering his crotch. Zawe came out next, looking stunning in her blonde wig and Captain Marvel get up. You waited with bated breath for Tom to exit. The crowds cheered as the stage door opened and Tom and Charlie emerged dressed as Daredevil and Loki.

“Oh, my fucking GOD!” you yelled out loud into the apartment. Tom looked like sin in his Daredevil costume. As he stood there, you realized the costume left little to the imagination, causing yours to run wild.

Your arousal grew as Tom walked around signing playbills. You saw one particular part of his anatomy accentuated. “Someone has been doing his squats.” you muttered as your hand traced the inside of your thigh.

You watched with continued growing lust until the stream ended. You opened your message app and shot off a quick message.

That costume is too tight. You can see everything.

You smiled as you waited for Tom’s reply.

I don’t know what you mean, darling. My costume fit just fine. :winking emoji:

Just how many fans fainting out there with you parading around like an exhibitionist?

There is only one fan I care about. How did you like the show?

Bring the suit home and I will show you.

Tom sent a smiling emoji, and you tossed the phone onto the bed, all sorts of naughty ideas of what you would do once Tom arrived home danced through your head. As you realized it would take ages for Tom to finish packing up and make the car trip from the theater to home,  you moaned in frustration. You edged yourself by sliding your hand to draw languid circles across your clit. Not enough to orgasm but perfect at making you lust for the touch of Tom’s skillful fingers.

Before too long, the front door slammed shut.

“Thomas!” you called out.

“Don’t come out, darling. I will be in a moment.”

You settled back down onto the bed. Tom entered a few minutes later, resplendent in his Daredevil outfit. You stood from the bed.

“How do I look?” Tom held his arms out. Even decked out as the Devil from Hell’s Kitchen, he couldn’t hide his Loki. You smiled as you circled Tom, surveying the view.

“Someone has been working out.” you commented as you run a nail along one of Tom’s biceps. His breath hitched, and you knew Tom was yours for the taking.

“One should always keep in shape.” he retorted, his eyes following you narrowed and suspicious.

“Speaking of shape, your ass…” you punctuated your words with a smack to Tom’s right ass cheek. “… is a peach.” Tom jumped at the unexpected impact. The cracking sound reverberating against the walls of the apartment.

You grinned as you snaked your arms around his waist to cup his hardening cock through the thin fabric. “And this…” you palmed him as his head fell back with a groan. “… is mine.”

Tom whipped around and pulled you into a crushing kiss. His tongue tasted of espresso and chocolate. He pressed his hips against yours as he walked the two of you back. Your shoulders hit the wall hard but you don’t stop. You reached your arms up around Tom’s neck to pull him deeper. Tom hitched your knee up and stepped between your legs.

You bucked your hips into him, needy for friction and release. Tom rutted against you too. You slid your hands down to grip his ass, pulling him into you.

“Oh god!” you moaned as you felt your release growing. Tom grunted against you before pulling away.

“The costume is rented, darling. You will make me lose my deposit.” Tom said breathless with a devious grin.

You chuckled at the word “deposit”. “Then by all means, allow me to rid you of this…” you slid your hand up to grasp the zipper, pulling it down slow. “… encumbrance.”

Tom lifted the Daredevil mask and placed on the nearby table. “Borrowed from Charlie.”

“Remind me to thank him later.” you muttered as you tugged the face cowl off of Tom’s face as Tom pulled at the arms. The upper half of the costume fell around Tom’s waist as you pulled the two of you onto the bed.

“Darling. I never knew you were into costumes.” Tom groaned as he pulled at your shorts and panties, discarding them somewhere in the dark. “Otherwise, I would have brought Loki home ages ago.“ he licked his lips before pushing your legs apart.

You gasped as Tom’s teeth nipped at your inner thigh while his arm snaked up to your hips, holding you steady. “Please.” you pleaded as Tom moved his lips at a languid pace, denying your pleasure.

“Ah, not until I say so.” Tom growled into you, pushing you into the mattress to assert his dominance.

“Just fuck me already!” you yelled in frustration. You needed him, his cock like you needed oxygen. The long nights of performance took its toll on your sex life for both of you.  You were in no mood for teasing tonight. You sat up and pulled your tank over your head, revealing no bra.

Tom popped off the bed and pulled at the waist of the costume. You tilted your head to gaze as the flimsy fabric slipped from his hips to expose his bare ass. Your fingers found your clit. Tom allowed the red and black fabric to pool at his ankles, pulling it off entirely with his feet.

“Naughty girl. Starting without me.” He placed himself again between your legs, pushing your hand out of the way.

He captured your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking hard. The flame of arousal ran through your body, settling deep into your core. Tom gave his cock a few pumps with his hand before teasing your slit with the tip. He plunged into you at a slow pace, eliciting a deep guttural groan as he filled you.

“Fuck…!” you left out as your head fell back.

“God, I have missed this!” Tom panted as he thrusted slow but urgent. You bucked your hips to match his rhythm, his pubic bone grazing across your nerves.

You reached to grab Tom’s ass, digging in your nails and pulling him deeper. Your orgasm teetering on the edge.

“So close.”

“Cum for me.” Tom urged as he thrusted with vigor. You wormed a hand between the two of you to reach your clit.

You rubbed as Tom continued to chase his own release inside you. Within a few moments, you groaned as your sight went white. Your pussy clenched around Tom and his mouth fell agape.

“Fuck, darling!” A few thrusts later, Tom collapsed as he cums, spilling inside you.

Before long, the only sound in the apartment is the deep and even breaths of both Tom and you.

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The next morning, you wake to find Tom’s side of the bed empty and cold. He heard clanging in the other room. You located your shorts and top from the night before and pull them on as the aroma of coffee and bacon filled the air.

“I would have expected you would sleep in. After all that exertion and heavy breathing last night.”

Tom laughed. “You know it takes more than one round to wear me out.”

You smiled as you snuck a piece of bacon off the plate. Tom slapped your hand with the spatula but he was too late.

“You snooze you lose.” you popped the piece into your mouth with a smug smile. Tom leaned over to give a quick peck to your lips.

“You taste delicious.” Tom cooed as he sampled the grease of the bacon from your lips.  You reciprocated the kiss, pulling him deeper.

“You taste of coffee.” you retorted as you pulled away.  Tom smiled as he returned to the stove. You run your hands down from his shoulders before cupping his ass. Tom swatted at you again with the spatula, missing again. You spied the discarded Daredevil suit crumpled at the foot of the bed.

“When do you have to return the suit?”

“Not until Friday. Why?” Tom’s brow furrowed as he caught a glint in your eye.

You give his ass a hard smack; the sound cracking through the air. Tom glanced over his shoulder as he sees you sauntered back. You slide off your shorts as you reached the bedroom, tossing them on the floor. “I thought you might be up for round two.”

Tom flicked the oven off before following you into the bedroom.  He tugged at his underwear as he hustled behind you.  The bacon burned in the pan but more pressing matter needed tending to by Tom.

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Tripple Threat

Billy loomis x Reader x Stu Macher

Summary: you survived a Ghostface attack in sneeky way and the boys find out you are a lot more intresting than they had expected.

Warning: swearing, mention of murder?

This took me so fuckin long to write for no good reason, and it still sucks ass

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You felt him watching again, but you knew that the second you'd turn around to look out the french doors to the porch he would be gone or just not there at all. 

It made you think you were paranoid.

They had been at this for weeks now, only you couldn't figure out why the Hell they hadn't already finished the Job and Ended you. 

They were playing with you, you knew it, wanted to see you drive yourself insane figuring it out. Going back and forth between Is he or isn't he? Is it all in my head or not? Sick fuck.

You shook the thoughts from your head placing the bags on the counter along with your other belongings 

 pulling the movies out of the bag looking at them still deciding which one would be the one for the night. You counted down from five in your head as you looked them over again, just like you had in the video store. 

 On one the phone rang just like you knew it would. It was another part of this game. One of the reasons you knew he was watching now. You made not rush to cross the room and pick up the phone.

 "Hello?" 

You hummed walking over to the Back doors and Unlocking them and pulling them open. "Movie night?"

 He asked as you stepped onto the back porch, the Thick summer air, although cooled a bit too the lack of sun, instantly slapped you in the face with its heat.

 "How'd you guess?"

 You asked sarcastically, scanning the yard for any sign of either of them. 

"I'm good like that." 

"Right." 

There was a rustling sound from the bush beside you making you jump away only to find a Lizard crawl out at your feet. 

"Jumpy tonight aren't we?" 

"What can I say? You don't exactly set me at ease." 

"Ah Boo, Guess I'm failing at my job."

 You chuckled heartlessly. "What do you want?" You finally asked him." It was silent for a moment.

 "Hello? Hey dick, Cat got your tounge!? Answer me!" 

More quiet. 

"Fine, Don't answer me! And don't call back!" 

"Gosh you're cute when you're angry.And to think I made you that angry...hmm wonder what else I could-" 

"Answer my question."

 You snapped now walking to the edge of the porch in an attempt to  try and spot them.  

"You know, I heard what you said to that boyfriend of yours before you threw him at us to save yourself.." You gulped at the thought of what you'd done.

"Oh...you're a tough cookie I didn't think Fear was something you felt, maybe it's not fear more like Guilt." 

He was playing with you, trying to get reactions from you. 

"I remember what you said to your boyfriend, how you pushed him right into the knife, blood splatting up to cover your pretty face."

"What are you getting out of this? Why play these games? You could easily kill me right now...and any time before that especially on that night when you planned on doing it." 

"Oh poor little princess, is living with the guilt getting to be too much for you!?" You opened your mouth but it was quickly covered by a gloved hand and you were yanked back Into the house. 

You growled into the glove and used all your weight into pushing him back into the corner of the counter. 

He let out a sharp cry in pain and loosened his grip on you enough for you to escape his hold. But he grabbed your ankle pulling you down to the floor with a hard smack, you hissed in pain as he pulled his knife out and moved to pin you down.

But you weren't having it and sat up, head butting him and knocking him off of you enough so you could roll on top of him, pinning him down and yanking the mask off of him. 

"Billy fucking loomis!" You chuckled. "No goddamn way!" 

"You're a tricky one." He said from under you. 

"Yea...and your so fucking dead." You said hitting his chest. He only smirked at you and leaned up closer to your face. 

"No, you." You narrowed your eyes and glanced up to look at the back door, seeing the second if the pair running up behind you in the reflection. 

You ducked his knife attack getting up intime for him to turn and face you. you quickly twisted his arm behind his back, taking the knife from him and pulling his own mask off. 

"Ah! Stu Macher!?" You laughed in his ear and held the knife to his throat as Billy got up. 

"What a fuckin dream team." 

"C'mon y/n! No hard feelings!" Stu said a little worried. "Yea, besides you wouldn't actually do it." Billy said a little more confidently. You tilted your head and tightened your grip on him, pushing the knife closer to his neck. 

"You're absolutely right Loomis, I won't." You smirked as an idea came into your head. 

"Unless.." 

"Unless what!?" He spat at you, you pulled Stu back with you as you backed away from Billy slightly. 

"I want in!" You said excitedly. 

Stu laughed a little. 

"I told you I liked her, Billy." 

"Awe! I like you too Stu!" You said nuzzling into his neck and planting a light kiss on his jaw. "A lot! And I'll be really upset if I have to carve up Your pretty little face! So! do we. Have. A. Deal?" 

Billy smirked at you and nodded slowly. 

"Sure we've got a deal, let Stu go and we can talk about it."

"I'm not a Moron dipshit! I have A's in all my classes, Including my Human Anatomy class so I know exactly where to Cut Stu here so he dies within seconds! So don't fucking trick me!" 

Billy held up his hands and slowly set his knife down on the ground and kicked it across the floor. "Now I promise you, we just want to talk."

"Thank you." You let stu go pushing him away from you. "Can we keep her?" Stu asked giddily as he stood next to billy. You tapped the tip of the knife to your lip with a smile. 

"Sure we can, Stu." Billy said walking over to you almost sizing you up, he cupped you face in his hand. "You know you're the only person to ever escape us Twice." He said looking at you as you leaned into his touch. 

"I think we could make this work." 

"Glad to hear it." You said leaning up to peck his lips. "How bout we talk about this over dinner? I'll buy."  Stu rushed over and looped his arm with yours.  "Sounds perfect." You looked at Billy and offered your hand. "You in?"