#my lil hunter babygirl

[voyanti]

@enreality is where i’ll be tomorrow!! gonna get some sleep and finish up her bio in the am xoxo

[rosemaze-reveries]

Hello! I found your blog and love the writing

Here’s sit with me while I tell you my favorite idea 💡

✨So the hunters (all if possible) come back to the manor after a long match of smelling sweat and blood upon walking towards their shred room with reader they catch a scent of their lovers perfume- mind going a mile a minute with the idea of their lover being in they arms and just melting from the stress of the day ✨

Thoughts 💭

ANON. anon...... this is the kind of scenario that makes me CRAZY uegh.. when their judgment's clouded by bloodlust but inhaling your scent brings them back to their senses >>> 🤒 let me be your lighthouse home etc etc. sign me UP.

for some blurbs, this turned into a broader "hunter comes straight to you after a rough match" without the perfume bit. kind of misunderstood the assignment but either way, here's this!

🌪️✂️👘🏳️🏴🦌🐍🪞🎻🔩🐟🕯️

🌪️ Ithaqua brings an air of gloom with him into your bedroom. Driven by nothing but a searing want for you, he skips over any pleasantries to tear off his mask and shove you onto the ground. A bed of wind tries to break your fall, but his impatience gets the better of him; he pins you to the floor with such force that he disrupts his own gale from cushioning your way down. Not that you care in the moment. You’ve been waiting to have him in your arms all day. He leaves a scattering of love bites and wet kisses up your neck.

✂️ Jack has one particular tune that he hums after his worst matches. Months of living together have left you all too familiar with it. His song begins from the foot of the staircase and steadily crisps itself to your ears as he draws nearer. Afraid of the state you might find him in, you rush outside to meet him at the top of the banister. He pauses with one foot on the next step. “Curious,” he says, greeting you with a cordial smile. “It’s not often a little mouse stands in my path—not on purpose.” His blouse is soaked a shade of reddish brown, and no amount of easy banter can hide the weariness in his eye. “Well, you’ve saved me the trouble. I was on my way to ravage you next.”

👘 Michiko drags her nails along the walls of the corridor, leaving a dull streak of blood behind. She doesn’t make a sound when she slips inside your room, practised in her delicate step; you don’t even feel the dip in the mattress before she has her shoulders arched over you. Eyeing you tenderly, she rolls a warm thumb over your cheekbone. “I’m home,” she murmurs. “Your sweet scent led the way again.” She realizes she left a smear of red on your skin, and her hand jerks away, startled by the reminder of what she had been doing just minutes ago.

🏳️ Bi’an’s arms wind around the small of your back, drawing you into his chest for a slow, tender embrace. It’s the first thing he does after returning to the manor: falling straight into your arms. As his lips trail down your forehead, peppering soft kisses in their path, you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer. A whisper escapes you about how out of the blue this is, and in response he brings a kiss to the corner of your eye, prompting them to flutter shut. “Let me have you, just for a little while…” Those sweet kisses he’s so good at descend your neck, growing rougher the lower he goes.

🏴 Wujiu’s arms wind around your stomach, pressing his chest flush against your back. He hasn’t uttered a word since returning from his match, aside from a tepid “Nothing worth mentioning” when asked about his day. This sudden affection takes you by surprise. You try to turn your head to face him but he catches your chin, steering your gaze back to the wall. “Don’t look at me.” Whatever is clouding his mind today is better left alone, you realize. You lay your hands on top of his, squeezing them, encouraging him to let your presence blot out everything on his mind. Warm breath fans your collarbone as he nuzzles into your neck, drinking in your scent.

🦌 Bane doesn’t like to discuss his matches. It makes no difference whether they are quick or slow, a win or a lose, they always weigh on him the same way. He sits on the edge of the bed lost in thought. You decide to break the tension first by greeting him with a hug from behind, your chin hooking over his shoulder. Bane isn’t big on physical affection. But after a while he cups a tender hand to your temple, palm taking up the entirety of your face, and presses you gently into him.

🐍 Yidhra might be the hunter most detached from the nightmares of the manor games. They provide nothing but leisure for her, and she’s never felt particularly passionate about them, win or lose. Her followers are the ones who give her the most trouble. When they resist her will, her consciousness splinters apart, some days leaving her too weak to herd them back again. These are typically the days she comes for you. You aren’t sure when she enters your room, but sometimes you catch glimpses of her tail in your peripheral, never to be seen when you’re looking on purpose. Her voice floats in the back of your mind: Mine, mine, mine, mine… There is nothing that binds you to her, yet you’re the only one who never resists her.

🪞 Mary barges into the room clumsily for someone of her poise. She struggles to prop herself against the door, muddy skirt stiff in awkward folds. “My mind is a mess,” she exclaims, voice clear but breathless at the same time. “Where are you? Come settle me.” The second she spots you, she sulks over to toss her arms around your neck, finding a seat in your lap. Clearly she isn’t concerned about observing her usual decorum today. Her dress is heavy and splotched with muck you don’t care to identify, but you don’t mind holding her as the burdens of the day ease off her shoulders.

🎻 Antonio’s fingers instinctively travel to the liquor cart by the window. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, but feeling around to find nothing but an empty platter gives him pause. One resigned cluck of his tongue later, you feel tendrils of hair coil around your waist and wrists. They pluck you up from your side of the bed and present you in front of him as if you’re nothing more than a doll. “Not a drop to console me?” he complains, knowing you’ve hidden his bottles again. Then his head tilts slightly, taking in your scent. You can practically see detention’s fiery glow return to his eyes. “No, perhaps you are right—there is something more intoxicating for me here.”

🔩 Percy - “Hm...” He’s scrutinizing you with such intensity that you wonder if something’s on your face. He leans over to take an exaggerated whiff of you, and your heart sinks in offense. You have half a mind to tell him you showered just that morning, so it’s probably not you — besides, he’s the one who’s been tangoing with carcasses all day — but Percy keeps a thoughtful look about him. “You smell full of life,” he muses. “That fragrance you wear, it was popular back in the day. Transports me to the city again.” He would know better than you; you just found this perfume in the trunk of a dusty old room. When he comes closer, clasping either hand around your face, you let him lose himself in the nostalgia. Moments like these are all you have to keep yourselves sane in the manor.

🐟 Grace’s mouth is pulled into a taut frown when she flings open the door. You can see a slight quiver in her lip if you squint. Her harpoon clatters on the ground and she drops onto your bed, braid falling out, face buried in a pillow. There’s little you can do except rub a soothing hand in circles on her back. When she peeks over her arm with a gentle plea in her eyes, you wonder if she’s asking for a deeper massage—but you don’t get the chance to ask before her hand latches onto your forearm, tugging you down to lie with her.

🕯️ Philippe settles for a glass of brandy and his bundle of sketches. He’s resting on the chaise by the foot of the bed, not his work desk where he’d usually be. Rather than drafting new ideas he’s simply thumbing through the old ones, mechanically, breaking from his cycle only for a sip of his glass. It’s like your lover’s been replaced by a puppet. You feel unnerved enough to intervene: stripping him first of his glass, his sketches, then his monocle, you tip him back onto the cushion. You expect him to complain about having to get back to work, but he doesn’t protest. Tonight is for him, you decide. As his dark hair sprawls out beneath him, you straddle his thighs, and his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. “I’m terribly jealous of this magic of yours,” he murmurs, faint lilt in his voice. “It’s always you who brings me back from the stars.”

[namarikonda]

⚔️ Hekate Valerius, bloodhunter of the Profane Soul

My human vampire hunter (she/they) in a modern DnD campaign!

[bijouxcarys]

Just Your Tribal Chief (Roman Reigns x fem!Reader)

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Description: In the chaotic world of WWE, where titles and egos clash, the Women's World Champion faces a new kind of challenge: her own boyfriend, Roman Reigns...

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, smut, angst, slight daddy kink, dirty talk, rough sex, oral sex (m recieving), semi-public sex, voyeurism, lil bit of choking, Tribal Chief-mode...

Word Count: 3.8k

Tags: @trippinsorrows (literally don't know who else to tag so if you want to be tagged in any future Roman fics, let me know!)

Her face was hard as stone as she followed her boyfriend, struggling to keep pace with his towering strides. Despite her own formidable strength—she wasn’t the undisputed WWE Women’s World Champion for nothing—his height advantage was undeniable.

She had earned her title through relentless dedication, ever since she started training at fifteen. She had bulldozed through her opponents, male and female, during her NXT days and earned her place on both RAW and Smackdown. Being assigned as a Free Agent in the 2023 draft by Hunter had been the culmination of years of sacrifice.

That’s when the chaos began.

Interviews, talk show appearances, high-stakes matches—nothing could deter her from her goal. Her ultimate triumph came at Wrestlemania 39 when she vanquished the one and only Charlotte Flair. It took her long enough to comprehend that she had in fact defeated the daughter of the man she’d sat and watched hours of as a kid. But it happened.

Life was perfect; she was the champion, her boyfriend retained every time. Pure bliss, right?

No.

Just… no.

“What the fuck is wrong with you today?” Y/N spat, slamming the door behind her as they entered his locker room. His. Of course, his.

“Me?” Joe laughed, running a hand over his face as he paced the length of the room. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Yeah, you. You’ve been bitching all day, Joe!” She crossed her arms, her eyes ablaze.

“Oh, I’m Joe now,” he jabbed a finger into his chest, halting his stride. “Out there, I’m Roman Reigns, undisputed champion—but in here, I’m fuckin’ Joe.”

Y/N was baffled. Joe hated being referred to by his ring name when they were alone; he despised being treated like a superstar off the clock. So what was this?

“Last time I checked, your name was Joe,” she huffed.

“And the last time I checked, my girlfriend didn’t let men leer at her like she’s a whole ass meal on a plate.”

She laughed bitterly, amused by his newfound insecurity. She had never seen this side of him before. They had joked about it, but it had always been about his magnetic presence and how women practically swooned around him.

“Aw, are you jealous?” she taunted, leaning forward. “Is that what this is about? Does my success fracture your delicate little ego?”

She wasn’t about to let anyone, especially a man, undermine her. Not even when it was hers.

“You get off on this, huh?” Joe’s brows narrowed as he stepped closer. “You get off on antagonising me all the damn time!”

“Antagonising you? I was doing a fucking interview, you insecure prick! What am I supposed to say—oh, sorry, I can’t talk today, my Tribal Chief is a little fragile, let me come back once his dick is intact again!”

“Oh, my dick be stayin’ intact, babygirl, you know that better than anyone.”

“Don’t fucking detract, Joseph.”

“I’ll stop detracting once you admit that… guy out there was gunnin’ for your number. My boy’s eyes couldn’t even stay focused!”

As they argued, they closed the distance between them, Y/N’s neck craning to meet Joe’s intense gaze. She couldn’t deny the thrill of seeing him riled up, though she knew this wasn’t genuine anger. She recognised angry Joe, and this wasn’t him.

This was angry Roman.

Narrowing her eyes, Y/N chuckled, her nose inches from his. Joe’s lips curled into a sneer before he straightened, taking a deep breath.

“Joe–”

“I’m not gon’ tell you again, Y/N…” he began, his voice measured, before he lowered his head, his eyes locking with hers, darker and more menacing. “When we in these four walls. This arena. Hell, when we at work…” He loomed over her, metaphorically trapping her, though she was free to leave if she chose to.

“I’m Roman Reigns. Ain’t no Joe here. Do you see Joe in this room right now, baby?”

She bit back a grin, revelling in the tension. Damn, she was fucked up, but she loved it.

Before she could respond, his large hand encircled her neck, holding her in place.

“I asked you a question,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding.

Her irritation melted into a dull ache low in her abdomen, her thighs clenching involuntarily. She exhaled shakily, struggling to maintain her composure.

“No…”

The whisper conveyed everything he needed to know.

“Good,” he murmured, his fingers tightening on her neck. “Now, are you gon’ make it up to me, or are we gon’ keep fighting?”

Y/N swallowed hard, the air between them electric. “Make it up to you?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes, testing him.

He didn’t reply with words. Instead, he closed the distance between them, his lips crashing down on hers with a fervour that sent shivers along every inch of exposed skin on her body. The kiss was demanding, urgent, reflecting the tension that had been simmering all day.

His hands travelled down to her waist, gripping her possessively as she responded with equal passion, her fingers tangling in his hair, just below where it was all neatly held together in a characteristic man bun. They stumbled backward until her back hit the wall, pinning her in place with his weight. Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at her with dark, smouldering eyes.

“You know exactly what to do, babygirl,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that weakened her knees. “Show me just how sorry you are.”

Her breath hitched, heart racing as she nodded, her fingers already working to unbutton his pants. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but it only heightened the intensity of the moment.

She sank to her knees, a willing captive to his dominance. Joe chuckled, pleased with her compliance.

“Even when we arguin’, you still so desperate for this dick,” he taunted as she tugged down his pants and briefs. She didn’t have to look up to know he was smirking—that signature smirk that always had her pulse quicken.

“Well, sometimes it’s the only way to get you to shut up,” Y/N retorted, unabashedly cheeky as she stroked him with a deliberate slowness, savouring his reaction.

“Babygirl, that mouth of yours better get to work before I do somethin’ ‘bout it.”

Instead of following through immediately, she paused, her hands resting on her thighs. Eyes wide and provocative as she looked up at him innocently.

“What are you doing?” Joe asked, narrowing his gaze. Her innocent facade only fuelled his frustration.

She simply shrugged, maintaining her coy demeanour.

A slow, understanding smirk spread across his face. “Oh, you wanna play that today, huh?” His voice was low, almost a growl, filled with a predatory hunger.

Y/N licked her lips slowly, teasingly, her eyes glued onto his. “Maybe I do,” she murmured with a slight husk.

Joe’s smirk turned into a wicked grin. “A’ight then, babygirl, let’s see how long you can keep this up.”

Without warning, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back slightly, not enough to hurt her, but enough to assert his dominance. Y/N’s heart raced, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. She loved when he took control, loved the raw, primal intensity that radiated from him in moments like this.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough and authoritative.

She complied, her wide eyes locking with his. The room seemed to shrink around them, the outside world fading away as their focus narrowed to just the two of them. They didn’t even care that someone could walk in at any moment.

“You know what I want, don’t you?” Even though his tone was softer, it still carried a growl in its undercurrent.

“Yes…”

“Then stop playin’ games and show me.”

With that, he released her hair, his hand moving to the back of her neck, guiding her forward. She didn’t need any more encouragement. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his length, her other hand resting on his thigh for balance, and took the bulbous head between her lips. Slowly. Just enough to savour the taste of him.

Joe let out a low groan, his eyes closing for a moment as he felt the warmth of her tongue circling the sensitive skin. “That’s it, babygirl,” he murmured, his hand tightening slightly. “Just like that…”

She worked him with a deliberate slowness, swirling and teasing around him—torturing him with every movement. She traced the tip of her tongue along the bulging vein that stood out prominent along the underside of his cock, applying pressure at the correct places. Just that alone caused a light throb against her, his breathing to grow heavier, more ragged with each passing second.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he growled with a strained cadence. “You gon’ make me lose my damn mind.”

Her response was a soft hum, the vibration shooting right through him. She loved having this effect on him, loved knowing she could drive him to the edge with just her mouth. Increasing the pace slightly, she took him deeper, her fingertips digging into his thigh for further leverage.

Joe’s hand slid from her neck to her jaw, guiding her movements, dark eyes surveying her every move. “That’s it, baby, take it all…” he encouraged lowly. “Show me how much you want this dick.”

It was inevitable that his gravelly words made her moan around him. Made her core tighten around nothing. Throat relaxing, she forced more of him into her mouth, pushing herself to her limits. Eyes watering from the effort.

“Fuck,” Joe hissed, his hips bucking involuntarily. “You’re so fuckin’ good at this.”

She pulled back slightly, gasping for breath as she ran her hand along his length, coating the entirety with residue spit. Before he could even process it, he was back in her mouth, and her warm palm was skillfully lowering to pay attention to his full balls. A steady massage. The combination was almost too much for him to handle.

“Shit, Y/N,” he groaned. “You keep that up, and I ain’t gon’ last much longer.”

Y/N pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his throbbing cock. She looked up at him with a hint of arrogant pride. “Maybe that’s the point,” she teased breathlessly.

“Oh, you think you’re clever, huh?”

She nodded, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Maybe.”

He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her up to her feet and pressing her back against the wall. “We’ll see how clever you are when I’m done with you,” he growled, his lips smashing against hers in a bruising kiss.

She whimpered into his mouth, hands flying to his broad shoulders as she clung to him. His punishing assault had her arching into him, her body pressing against him in a desperate attempt for any friction. She even went as far as to roughly tug at his bun, clumsily pulling the hair tie from his head and letting it snap around her wrist for the time being. The way his hair framed his face when down and free had her yearning. Every. Single. Damn. Time.

Rough, calloused hands played with her, yet failed to relieve any of the growing arousal below her waist. He squeezed at every curve he could grasp, a non-verbal worship of the woman in his arms, despite his harsh demeanour.

“You want this, babygirl?” he murmured against her lips, dragging her across the room with him. “You want me to fuck you? Here? With everyone walkin’ around outside?”

“Yes,” she gasped as she felt the back of her legs hit the couch. “Please, Joe.”

He chuckled darkly, pulling back to look at her. “Sorry, who?”

“Roman,” she corrected herself quickly, voice shaky. “Please, Roman…”

“Good girl.” Even though, in essence, he praised her, one could not miss the slight condescension woven between the words. A condescension that intensified as he guided her back until she let her weight fall onto the plush, cushiony surface behind her. With one hand propping himself up, his other traced light circles along her bare leg, slowly creeping further up until it disappeared under the skirt that started it all. The short, form-fitting skirt she chose to wear that day for her interviews. The one that showed off the shapely contours of her body—toned legs and all.

He hadn’t even gotten beneath the thin material of her underwear and he could already feel the dampness collecting on the fabric. “Damn, so wet for me already.”

She whimpered, bucking her hips against his hand, desperate for more. “Please,” she begged weakly.

Narrowing his eyes down at her, he gauged her reaction, every contortion in her face, as his fingers gingerly slid beneath her panties, barely grazing her weeping folds. That alone caused Y/N to let out a breathy moan, her head falling back against the couch as the small grant of relief encompassed her.

“You like that, huh?” he taunted, allowing the tip of his middle finger to apply the slightest pressure, scarcely touching her sensitive nub. “You like it when Daddy touches you like this?”

“Yeah…” She furrowed her brows at the sensation of Joe’s fingers dragging downwards, teasing around her entrance. He lowered his head down to hers, pressing a light kiss to her forehead before he pushed forward, allowing a single finger to slide into her with ease.

It seemed almost immediate that she clenched around him, the bare minimum sending her into utter bliss.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he groaned with a smirk, lips moving to brush against her ear. “I can’t wait to dick you down, babygirl. Feel all this,” he added his ring finger without warning, steadily stretching her in preparation, “around me.”

Y/N was trembling with need, her body threatening to take her pleasure by grinding into him, but she refrained, knowing the outcome was always a prize in the face of anticipation.

“Please, Roman,” she sighed, moving her head to look up into his eyes. “Please.”

He continued to taunt her, pulling his fingers from her pussy, only to lift them up to his mouth to suck them clean. “It’s a damn shame you ain’t gettin’ no head right now when you taste so good, baby.”

She wanted so badly to cuss him out, to stop this whole thing and make him suffer further. But she knew better. This was all part of the game, and they both loved every second of it.

“Ass up, babygirl,” he smoothly demanded, leaving no room for argument as he nodded his head to the side.

Like clockwork, she obeyed, flipping herself onto her hands and knees, finding a place on the couch arm to prop herself up. Back arched, she presented herself to him. For him to use at his disposal. One look ahead and she was caught by the sight of their own reflection in a full-length mirror. Their eyes met, and a smug little smirk appeared on his face as he braced himself on the couch behind her with one knee propped up.

“Ready, baby?” he asked, tracing the pre-cum soaked head of his cock along her folds, shimmying the tight fit of her skirt up and over her ass so he had the perfect vantage point.

“Always ready—please,” she whimpered, teeth clamping down onto her lower lip. “Please, Roman, fuck me.”

It was almost brutal, the swift motion that allowed him to sink into her tight hole. She tightened around him within seconds, the burning stretch taking over her entire being for a moment. His thickness stung her, impaled her. Claimed her.

His face strained with his stubborn attempts at refraining himself from going to town on her pussy, his hand momentarily leaving her ass to tug his shirt off. Now she had the glorious sight of not only her needy body bent over for him, but also the perfectly sculpted structure of this Godlike human’s body.

Whilst he started out slow, giving her the benefit of letting her adjust, it wasn’t long before he’d fallen into a brutal pace, hands grabbing at her hips as skin collided and sweat beaded up all over both of them.

“Mm, that pussy singin’ for me, baby, y’hear that?” he chuckled airily, leaning back to watch as her core hungrily swallowed his thick dick, the glisten of his shaft when he withdrew, just to slam it back in. The noises were lewd, and entirely theirs.

Y/N could barely think, her body consumed by sheer ecstasy, all provided for by him. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her, building a steadfast pressure as she hung onto the couch for dear life. Her body jolted forward each time his hips collided with hers, a groan reverberating in her chest when he swung particularly hard.

“Can’t even speak, I’m fuckin’ you so good…”

As much as she hated to hand him a perfectly stroked ego on a fucking platter, she couldn’t argue with that very simple fact.

“H-harder,” she managed to squeak out.

Always happy to destroy her, he lifted his leg to plant his Jordans-clad foot on the couch, allowing him to build up momentum as he obliged, his thrusts becoming animalistic. She reached back to grab at one of his hands, pulling it lower and guiding it towards her clit.

“Needy lil’ girl,” he chastised, but happily circled her swollen clit with a rhythm that matched the ferocity of his thrusts. Glancing up at the mirror, the sight sent him into overdrive; her mouth dropped open, her face flushed and makeup smudging around her eyes. “Look at you, babygirl… how fuckin’ beautiful you are takin’ this dick.”

She let out a moan, starting to viciously bounce back against his dick, a fiery look in her eyes as she, too, watched their reflection putting on a picture perfect show curated for an audience of two.

“That’s it, mama… Goddamn, you takin’ me so well.” Joe’s body careened over hers, shadowing her entire form with his. His lips were ghosting beside her ear as he roughly purred, “Remind me to make you sit on my face when we get home.”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, body rippling as his large arm circled her neck, holding her against him as he went to town on her cunt. Her head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as she felt her climax barreling closer.

“Nuh-uh, baby, open those eyes,” he mumbled into her ear. “Need to see those pretty eyes when I nut in this pussy.”

With a strained whine, she obeyed, forcing herself to open her eyes and look ahead of her.

“Good girl… fuck, Y/N.”

“Oh my God…” she groaned.

“Ain’t no God here, babygirl,” he started, tightening his arm around her neck. “Just your Tribal Chief.”

That did it for her, she arched painfully, pussy fluttering around his shaft. “Roman… I’m gonna cum—fuck, yess, keep going…”

“Yeah? You gon’ give me that nut, huh?” He nodded at her, his hair falling around them as he pressed his lips into her neck, dragging his long tongue over her salty skin, teeth baring down on her as he felt her clench so tightly around him. “Gon’ cum on Daddy’s dick like a good lil’ slut?”

“Yes, yes, fuck, please–”

“Ain’t nobody make you feel this good ‘cept me, baby. You got that?” he said through clenched teeth, pummelling his hips into hers. When she only responded with a shaky whimper, he yanked her against him. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes! Nobody can fuck me like you, Daddy, only you!”

“Damn right… go on, aulelei, cum for me.”

She didn’t need to be asked twice. Without further effort, she let out an elongated whine, high-pitched and unbothered by the very public location. Convulsing, writhing, ears buzzing, she released harshly on his cock, squeezing him so intensely, she could see the effects of it on his face in the mirror. 

“Goddamn, that pussy cummin’ so hard,” he breathed with a low chuckle. “You want this nut, baby? You want it?”

Garnering the last of her energy, she nodded fervently.

“Tell me. Tell me you want it.”

“I-I want it…”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to cum inside me.”

“You want who to cum inside you?”

“You!”

“And who am I?”

The sensitivity was too much, and her hips jerked, the aftershocks stunning her pussy as Joe chased his high like a cheetah with its prey.

“I said,” he ripped his hand away from her clit, landing a sharp sting of a slap to the side of her ass in the position they were in. “Who. Am. I?” He emphasised each word with a jolting thrust.

“Roman Reigns! Fuck, you’re Roman Reigns…”

“That’s right… You gon’ get this Tribal Chief nut, and you gon’ take it.”

“Yes, please, please give me it all…”

“A’ight, baby.” His movements became erratic as he soon found his release, practically roaring as he hit his zenith, spilling into her in hot ropes.

All Y/N could do was stay in his grasp, her weight completely limp in his arms as she allowed him to empty his frustrations deep inside her. She already knew she’d be feeling it seeping out later into the day, but that’s what she loved so much about it; the hidden reminder that she was his, and nobody could come close.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined, breathing heavily against each other. Eventually, with a huff, Joe pulled out, shoving himself back in his pants and turning her over to face him. His tepid fingers stroked over her hair as he gazed down at her, eyes softening.

“You okay, babygirl?”

“Mhm,” Y/N nodded, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “More than okay,” she hummed, leaning into his touch.

Unlike last time, the kiss he planted on her lips was a stark contrast to his roughness. “Good,” he whispered against her.

“Are you actually upset with me? Y’know… about the interview stuff?” she asked quietly.

Joe chuckled, shaking his head. “Not in the slightest… I’m proud of you,” he let her know earnestly, lightly grazing his lips over her nose. “And I love you.”

Y/N grinned, almost giddily. “I love you too.”

“Dammit, Uce, again?!”

Both Joe and Y/N snapped their attention to the locker room door, where a flabbergasted Jey stood with a take out bag from Waffle House in his hand.

“Oh, yeah,” Joe smirked. “I asked the twins to get us some food,” he casually told her.

Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open a bit. “You’re such a dick.”

[theworstcreature]

THE NEW SEASON OF THE BAD BATCH IS OUT AND OH MY LORDY LORD

!!!!!!! SPOILERS AHEAD !!!!!!!

SO!!!! MUCH!!! CROSSHAIR!!!!!!!!

ALSO OMG OMEGA IS STILL MY PRECIOUS LIL BABY I LOVE HER IM LEGALLY ADOPTING HER SHE DESERVES THE WORLD

I CRIED LKE FIVE TIMES WAYCHINF THE NEW EPISODES IM SO NORMAL I SWEAR YOU GUYS

ALSO STILL NO NEWS ON TECH WHAT THE FUCKKKKK MY AUTISTIC BABYGIRL TECH IS STILL ALIVE I KNOW IT I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES

UNRELATED BUT BATCHER BATCHER BATCHER BATCHER ID DO ANYTHING FOR HER SHES JUST A SILLY LITTLE PUP AND IF SHE DOESNT STAY A MEMBER OF THE SQUAD I WILL BE THROWING HANDS

HUNTER WILL SEE A UNACCOMPANIED CHILD AND IMMEDIATELY ADOPT THEM AND I LOVE IT SO SO SO MUCH

THE FACT HUNTERS TAKING THE CADETS TI PABBU OMG SCREAMING

ALSO SIDENOTE I ADORE NALA SE’S VOICE IT SOUNDS SO WKDJNSNSBDHJDJ

[msommers]

🗡️ for riya and meredith and ellana!!

muah muah ty // character danger meme

RIYA

raw power: ★★★★★ — i won't hear any logical arguments on her realistically being closer to a 4 right now due to level bc 1) she's my babygirl, 2) most of her entire deal is having bonkers bananas offensive magic bc of the powerful, aggressive nature of her mana, 3) she can feel me giving her a good score thru the multiverse and she deserves a lil pat on the head rn formal training: ★★★☆☆ — okay, this one can truly get a +1 or -1 depending on how you look at it. because she would have had so much training between the college of magi basics and her decision to get into the tourney life, and her mother would've ensured she had the very best teachers! but also it's riya, so much of her prowess comes from pure instinct and impulse. combat experience: ★★★☆☆ — she had a decent amount between everything to do with the grand tourney and the nevarran privilege of more exciting training exercises in the circle. then i added an extra point because the party's been through a good deal of battles so far, and i'm sure that'll be maxed out before the campaign ends if riya makes it that far lmao willingness to kill: ★☆☆☆☆ — i'd give this a half star if i could. like she's going to fight and she will hurt people if the situation calls for it, but fully killing somebody is a last resort. she'd probably let her own ass get beat for a while before giving in tbh previous victims: ☆☆☆☆☆ — she was FRAMED!!!

MEREDITH

answered here!

ELLANA

raw power: ★☆☆☆☆ — she's so sexy and cool and good with daggers but most of her power comes from the tempest elixirs and we all know it. also her heart but that doesn’t help much in combat, i GUESS. formal training: ★★☆☆☆ — i imagine that she spent a good few years apprenticed under one of the senior hunters of her clan to gather the basics, and then earned the rest of her learning through personal experience. combat experience: ★★★☆☆ — i'll count her years spent hunting to provide for the clan, and then she more than likely had a few skirmishes with groups of humans that decided to take up arms against her clan for just being around, as they're wont to do. willingness to kill: ★★★★☆ — will more often than not gravitate towards the most merciful choice, but she's a protector first and foremost and if that calls for somebody to be taken tf out 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ guess they gotta go! she'll send a prayer to falon'din for them on the way out. previous victims: ★☆☆☆☆ — she probably took out one or two or a few of those humans trying to stir up trouble with her clan, yeah.

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Hey gorgeous 🥰

Can I get a moodboard of going trick or treating with Eddie? I know we’re both too old for it but I feel like Eddie would still be down lol

Maybe we could be wearing a couples costume of some sort? I’ll leave the costumes up to you. ♥️

Giaaa, my babygirl, I present to you: Vampire Hunter Eddie and his lil vampire gf, laughing their asses off when people give them weird looks for trick or treating at their age. 🖤👻🧡

Here’s the link to my Halloween Game if you’d like to request your own.🖤

[dollygirl808]

Garp is literally soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hot in the new live action !! Such a silver fox🥰🥰🤭🤤 Daaaaddyyy~ ugh and his accent oooooohhhh woo me with your voice daddy~! (Scottish?)

Nami is of course our navigator and we love her here. So badass. I love the way she uses everything to her advantage. Smart girl.

I can't wait to watch Luffy grow as a captain and for his crew to be more official and trust him with complete undying, unwavering loyalty.

Zoro was so hot too. Love my lil mosshead minority hunter directionally challenged babygirl. I love u.

Usopp can get it too, just sayin. I'm only on episode 3 tho.

..

....also Buggy is hot too. If you like that kinda insane pirate clown thing. (Which I do.)

(The way he was sitting in that chair UUUGHH🤤🤤)

Mu brain played that tiktok audio, "If you don't let me suck your dick right now, I'm gonna kill myself!"

I'm joking he's not that hot😒

...

I lied hes hot🤭

[bnbc]

moar babygirl content cuz I can!

here's a short extract from my lil 'legacy appreciation fic' I wrote 100 years ago and havnt fully translated:

__________

The sea breeze blows through the open window, moving the curtains which barely block the sunlight. The Heartseeker squints displeasedly, and, without waking up, rolls over to the other side. She presses her cheek against the shoulder of a man lying beside her and smiles in her sleep.

The Heartseeker always sleeps soundly, like a contented, meat-fed ice cat. She’s not haunted by memories, or mistakes, or the faces of her victims - only good dreams, only positive emotions. The foreboding of a possible disaster, the famous hunter’s intuition, dutifully retreats and agrees not to disturb her this morning.

Not the best strategy for survival, but now the last thing the Heartseeker wants to think about is survival: she came to Copero to have fun, relax and spend her hard-earned money, and nothing will stop her.

Not even the fact that the tall, dark-haired chiss she'd picked up last night at the beach bar is most likely a cop, or a spy, or a fellow hunter aiming for a bounty on the Heartseeker's head.

Perhaps the last option suits her the most. After all, this is her favorite game - to ingratiate herself with the victim, to get as close as possible, to become their best friend or lover, but not at all in order to make her work easier. Oh no, the Heartseeker does it for the last look, and for the way the victim's face changes when they realized they were played.

Would be so fun to be on the other side for once.

The Heartseeker doesn’t know yet that when she wakes up, she will feel a slight anxiety and unease. Nervous trembling in the shoulders, goosebumps along the spine, and yesterday's (today's) chiss won’t be to blame. It’s all about Copero, a beautiful green planet, with a clear, open and very high sky.

If a few years ago someone had told Asper Foss, a teenage gangster from a shabby mining asteroid, that she would miss the low ceilings and the feel of the mass of stone above her head, she would have laughed, and then, perhaps, would have shot them in the face.

[clonehub]

Starting the finale!

It's been quite an uneventful journey I will say!

Oh muffled volume! You don't get that often. The coolest was when mace had his moment in s1

The pause in this clones when he says Kaminos been destroyed :(

"and I will be left here on my own" :((((

Damn crosshair is really down

Oh he's up

Why was it not in AZs instinct to help 😭

I wonder who taught her to swim

Damn is crosshair really this stubborn

This almost sounds like I think the clones theme from tcw??

Yeah being this deep underwater.....nah

CROSSAHIR BE FUCKING SERIOUS

"all those missions together and you threw away" bitch BE SERIOUSSSS

"soldiers follow orders" notice how he didn't say "good"

Ok crossie baby part of the reason they're all nearly dead is bc of you you know that right

They looooove shoulder bumps in tcw

Kinda crazy that AZ can just weld through two feet of metal

No this was driving me insane. All this running bc you knew y'all was finna drown now that you're on the ocean floor in a cracked tube you want to WALK

WALK AND TALK AT THE SAME TIME BETTER UET RUN

How is this the finale and they really had to slow this shit down 😭

"something on your tiny mind, wrecker"

See look. Wrecker getting the emotional development that everyone should have been getting simultaneously

But tech essentially saying Crosshairs severe and unyielding personality is in his nature is rubbing me the wrong way. It's like. Essentialst idk. Like a long that same thread of eugenics that's been undergirding this show more than an actual plot has, saying oh well Crosshairs never going to change he simply cannot help it. Form one PoV this could be tech being just as uncompromising as crosshair is. Another is the contrast between tech and wrecker as a mind/heart thing which theyve been semi doing for this season. But also does this not essentialize his fascist tendencies too. Nooo he can't help being a fascist or having a personality that lends itself toward authoritarianism it's in his nature and you cannot change nature. Which kinda goes against the whole choice thing Hunters been talking about up to this point. Idk.

"understanding you does not mean I agree with you" this line annoys me sorry it just sounds like. Every Single -Ist and -Phobic person I've come across who's like "yeah I ~understand~ you but I don't have to agree!!" Babygirl I think actual understanding at least on the level as deep as ideology (or in my case various positions of marginalization) would require......nvm I can see here that there's two ways to understand "understand" but also the line is still corny soz

WALK FASTERRRRRRRR

Ok if there's a problem why did you stop walking.

"run!" You should been doing that--

Man Crosshairs run was so dumb

Az was strong enough to carry fives I'm sure he could lift omega up some of these places

"where our MUTATIONS were MANIPULATED and ENHANCED"

Stop calling them defective lmao

"you take things too personally" stay on topic crosshair let's talk about the empire leaving you for dead 🧐

"kamino regs the Republic" wild wild wild

"the empire will control the entire galaxy and I am going to be a part of it" see how he's a fascist guys

Why is he having headaches

LMAO not even omega gave up on him

They've got buttons on the inside?

Oh btw omegas 10 which means tbb is like. Probably 7 if she remembers them being created.

AZI :(

NO BECAUSE WHATS RHE FHCKING POINT OF FOING AFTER HIM??? REALISTICALLY OUTSIDE MAKING CROSSHAIR HAVE HIS LIL FAKE OHT MOMENT OF GOOD

I mean at least they have him now 😭

This is the whitest they'll look in this series

"we want different things" I mean. Yeah. But like fascism is kinnndaaaaaaaa

Second use of the word brother in this series lmao

This Forgive a Fascist ass plotline

You don't get a lot of characters with bangs

DONE

Quite uh. I guess uneventful as a finale all things considered.

[foxbearclub]

✷ june's notes ➊

hi there, i'm june! my pronouns are they/them and this is a space where i reblog a plethora of my current hyperfixations ✶

other than my tumblr, you can find me here:

twitter - i rt a lot and occasionally scream about my favs.

carrd - all other favs are mentioned here, so check it out!

AO3 - i write heavy angst, character studies, and maybe fluff.

my brainrot varies a lot so i desperately need to use the tagging system. my current favs are house of the dragon, hunter x hunter and mob psycho 100:

house of the dragon

my skrunkly lil babygirl, aegon ii targaryen is so pretty when he cries and i love him with every fiber of my being.

lucerys velaryon may have been offed too soon, but the lil dude will live in my heart forever idc!

my otps are aegon and lucemond bc i love their crazy dynamics uwu. but i do ship jacegan, jacegon and helaemond for funsies.

hunter x hunter

gon and killua are my absolute favs. i can talk about them all day.

i ship killugon, leopika and paraging. i also think hxh is an incredible piece of art. every aspect is just perfect!

greed island is the best arc, argue with a wall. chimera ant arc comes in second.

mob psycho 100

shigeo is the best boy, reigen is my wonderful, pathetic man and dimple is my emotional support ghost.

i love how well-written the characters are and the story as a whole. this just means so much to me.

that's about it! just remember: i curate this space for myself so if you're antis on any of my favs, just know that this isn't the acc for you. if you want to know more, click on "keep reading" ☻

other than the three that i mentioned, here are favs i will always go back to, so you should know bc i may or may not reblog posts about them:

tolkienverse

both lord of the rings and the hobbit encapsulate my childhood and adolescence and it seems to follow me in my adulthood too lol.

i love the dwarves so much, i kin them too ngl.

my fav ships are bagginshield, gigolas, and fingros but i also appreciate rarepairs bc why the hell not?

i've yet to read silmarillion (oh and children of hurin cos i hear the angst is great so let's go with that!)

percy jackson and the olympians/heroes of olympus

percy jackson and leo valdez, adhd bad boy supreme lovers only!

i kin percy so much to the point i created an oc twin cos he needs a sibling. read about my oc on twt!

haikyuu

no matter what, i will never let haikyuu go! it will forever be my comfort anime, it's just perfection to the core.

kageyama tobio is and will always be my first love in haikyuu ★

kita shinsuke and miya osamu are my role models, ngl (they're also vv pretty so yeah).

[myslooni]

Hooough I've been playing Bloodborne and I. Need to draw my hunter SO BAD GRAAHHHHH!!!! Soon, I will....

Here is a lil picture of her tho :] Her name's Aylin! I'll take a picture of her outfit for references once I get the chance. Also I need to draw Micolash, I love him so much he's so babygirl to me- I mean what.

[heelbucks]

do you have any thoughts about triple h comforting his s/o that's having body image issues? im a little pale chub and im goin thru it rn...

nonnie you are beautiful!!! i’m also a lil pale chub so let’s get some hunter love!!! also i’m feeling 90s! triple h for this sorry ://

if you ever feel bad about yourself, hunter is there to make you understand how beautiful you really are. “babygirl, you’re so gorgeous. i love you with all my heart. let me show you.”

if you need to be told you look good enough for a swimsuit, hunter is throwing bikinis at you to try on. “no buts about it baby. i wanna see my girl lookin’ sexy for me. give daddy a show.”

some days it’s harder than others. like if you’re backstage hanging out, you cover yourself up as much you can. an oversized degeneration x shirt and leggings. you subtly pout as he comes back from doing a segment with stephanie. “hey beautiful, you okay? how’re you liking the show?” and you just mumble asking why he’s with you and that you’re not as pretty as half the girls that throw themselves at him. “y/n, you are the most beautiful, smart, talented person i’ve ever met. i never even thought about seriously dating until i met you. you’re so insanely perfect and i’m so glad you’re my girl.”

[purplecatghostposts]

SB’s AUs and Writing Masterlist

Hello! If you’re reading this then welcome to my own personal guide on the stuff I create!

Since I do a lot of talking and writing, I decided it might be easier to create a lil masterpost on it all so it’s a lot easier to find if you look at something I make and go, “Huh, that’s cool, wonder if they got more.”

Fandoms Included (In Order) Are:

- MH (Marble Hornets)

- TOH (The Owl House)

- HLVRAI (Half Life VR But The AI Is Self Aware)

So, without further ado, here we go!

Last Updated: April 16th, 2023

Marble Hornets

No Masky AU

Summary: Brian knows that technically, this started with Tim. That for whatever reason, that eldritch monstrosity that has taken a liking to Alex once relentlessly tormented Tim to the point of stripping him from a childhood. To the point of him having a sickness that will never leave. He knows Tim passed it onto him, and that he passed it onto everyone else. He knows.

But Tim has suffered enough. He will get a chance at a normal life if Brian has anything to say about it, and believe him, he does. So if Jay, Alex, ToTheArk, or anyone else thinks they’re gonna drag him into this again, they’ve got another thing coming. Namely, him. Because he won’t allow it.

Ramblings:

- If You Even LOOK At Tim

- He Don’t Bite :)

Take The Help Action (D&D AU)

Summary: Tim needs help getting across the country. Brian is looking to pay off a few debts. They might just be able to help each other, and if they pick up a few extra people along the way? So be it.

The trip would be a lot smoother if they didn’t all have baggage, but baggage is a lot easier to carry when you have other people helping you.

Ramblings And Silly Posting:

- Rogue Brian And The Knife Cat Meme

- Tim Is A Very Polite Warlock

Marble Hornets Concepts And Ramblings:

- Eldritch Tim Concept

- MH Time Travel AU Where (Part One) Everyone But Alex Remembers (Part Two)

- MH Comic Operator Appreciation

- Top Ten Marble Hornets Fucked Up Moments: Number One

- Polyhornets And Streaming Services

- I’m Going To Write Marble Hornets Fics With Good Endings AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME

- After Everything, Tim Still Tried For Peace

Marble Hornets Silly Postings

- Brian’s Interference

- YOU’RE DATING THE HOODED GUY??

- Brian Is Attached, Unfortunately

- Introducing Your Boyfriends Like Dogs

- The Bram Dynamic (With Hoody!Brian)

- Why Does The Hooded Guy Call You Babygirl

- Join The Polycule

- Jam Writers

- Brian is So Gay

- The Brian Is Touch Starved Agenda

- Season 3 Hoody With A Masky Plush, What Will He Do?

Writings:

(AO3 Stuff Can Be Found Here!)

On Tumblr:

Save Him (+Part Two)- Canon Divergence from Entry 80 where Brian saves Jay from getting shot at the cost of getting shot himself. Jay finds out not only that the Hooded Guy is willing to sacrifice himself to save him, but that he’s Brian of all people. It’s a lot to take in.

It’s Not A Bad Thing To Be Taken Care Of- Tim gets sick. Jay wants to help. A few things are revealed in the process.

Brian And A Series Of Hugs- Brian’s love language is physical touch, and what goes around, comes around.

Get It Over With- Brian is haunted by the Operator and realizes what needs to be done. A Roleswap AU In which Brian takes Alex’s place, and nothing gets better.

It’s Dangerous To Do It Alone- Seth lives. Seth not only joins Jay’s investigation but tells Tim what’s going on too, causing him to join the fray as well. A lot changes because of it.

— — —

TOH

Ramblings:

- Darius’ Concern For Biting

- My Love For The Rebels

- Hunter’s Predecessor Lives AU Concept

- Gustholomule Is Very Funny To Me

- Darius And Hunter Are Messes, Your Honor

Writings:

(All on AO3)

Little Bird Who Fell From The Nest: (Current One Shot) Within the woods, Darius can finally hear a loud rustling getting closer and rapidly approaching their location. Eberwolf shifts, sharp teeth outgrowing their mouth and sticking out in different directions. Darius morphs one of his arms into a sickle, keeping it at the ready in case of a fight.

The moment it finally bursts from the trees and into their clearing, they’re all ready to strike. The unknown variable however, trips over a stray root just before and ends up stumbling and falling to the ground. Darius catches sight of an all too familiar yellow outfit with blonde hair and immediately reverses his transformation. His hand shoots out— warning Raine and Eberwolf not to strike— and they both freeze in place.

The Golden Guard lays before them, shaking violently and struggling to so much as sit up with how badly his arms tremble. However upon realizing he’s not alone, he nearly throws himself on his back and scrambles, head wildly snapping to each and every one of them. His eyes are filled with absolute terror and it pains Darius to see it.

(Or Post-Hollow Mind, Darius, Raine, and Eberwolf find Hunter in the woods. They deal with the aftermath of Hunter finding out the truth about his so-called uncle.)

- Status: While the One Shot itself is completed, it will be turned into a series that will be continued where it left off. Said sequel is in progress.

- Author’s Notes: Hunter needed a hug Post-Hollow Mind so I gave him three new parents. Rebel Shenanigans included because these three are such an interesting mix. I loved writing this and plan on continuing it!

— — —

HLVRAI

AUs

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon AU (PMD AU)

Summary: Gordon wakes up as a Cubone and in a world of Pokémon with little idea of who he is other than two facts: One, his name is Gordon, and Two, he used to be human. Luckily he’s got Tommy by his side, Benrey aiding from the shadows, and experienced explorer team Bubby and Coomer to help him adjust, and hopefully, find answers.

Everyone’s got secrets, Gordon. You’re not the only human turned into a Pokémon, and that information is very valuable and dangerous if it gets into the wrong hands.

Ramblings:

- Initial Information

- Bubby Time

- Enter: Darnold, Forzen, Joshua, & G-Man

- L O R E

- Darnold Changes

- Finished Informational

- Miscellaneous Facts Feat. Relationships

- Miscellaneous Facts Feat. Reasonings

- Bubby’s Secret

On To Do List:

- Winds of Change (Drabble; Bubby and Coomer deal with the aftermath when the bounty for a human turned Pokémon is set)

- Like Driftwood (Drabble; Tommy finds Gordon & The Beginning)

- Fun House Mirror (Drabble; Benrey is acting weird and Gordon doesn’t know why)

- Totodile Or Drilbur (Drabble; Joshua is saved but Benrey is not. Weird... Why does this Luxray seem to hate Benrey so much if he’s never even met him before?)

- The Shift (Drabble; Gordon’s supposed to be sticking to the shadows but... He can’t just leave this blue Ditto here- they look hurt!)

Jumbled AU

Summary: When Forzen is caught up in trying to escape Black Mesa after a Resonance Cascade, he gets caught up in alien family relations, experiments both by Black Mesa and the military, mildly evil clones, and someone communicating through the VOX as they make their escape.

(Or in other words, this is another Roleswap AU but where the roles are mostly jumbled around to create a story that goes a bit differently.)

Ramblings:

- (OLD&OUTDATED) Character Summaries

- Fleshed Out Character Summaries

- Forzen Named His Kid After A Bayblade And That’s My Proudest Part About This AU.jpg

- Short Summerization Of This AU

On To Do List:

- Bubby, Coomer, And A Prototype (Drabble; Self explanatory title)

- Gordon Loses An Arm And Makes A Friend (Drabble; Self explanatory title)

- Lucky Charm (Drabble; Forzen has a lucky beyblade that as long as he keeps on him, everything will turn out okay in the end)

- Adventures In VOX (Drabble; Hey... When did the VOX start talking so weird?)

- The Effects Of Evil Powerade (Drabble; One of Darnold’s clones gets ahold on the Evil Powerade but calling him an “Evil” Clone makes it sound a lot worse than it is)

- Stranded (Drabble; Sometimes Bubby gets stranded due to his powers and sometimes he makes a new ally because of it)

- Some Sunny Day (Drabble; Tommy will see his dad again. No matter what)

- Project Goodman (Drabble; G-Man Vs. His time in Black Mesa)

- There’s No Longer An ‘i’ In Guardian (Drabble; Forzen protects his team until he can’t)

Roleswap AU

Summary: Benrey’s just trying to make it out alive. Gordon was just trying to do his job and follow the guy who didn’t have his ID and passport. Things get... Complicated along the way.

(Or a Classic Roleswap AU)

Ramblings:

- Initial Ideas

- Betrayal Details

- More Details About The Characters

- Tommy And Darnold Swap Time

- Darnold Going Ham

Drabbles:

- Beginnings And Ends (Drabble)

On To Do List:

- The Trolly Problem (Drabble; Coomer and Gordon have a talk about betrayal)

- >Try Again? (Drabble; Benrey post-betrayal)

- Bitter Is The Heart (Drabble; Growing up in Black Mesa sucks and Coomer knows that’s better than anyone)

- The General Man (Drabble; The most dangerous man in the army is the one who doesn’t pick up a gun)

- Shattered Glass (Drabble; Dr. Bubby isn’t terribly close to Benrey but... The guy’s on the verge of a mental breakdown, what else is he supposed to do?)

- Following Orders (Drabble; His name is Forzen and there’s something very wrong about him)

Fucked Up SAO AU

(Man this needs a better title but at the same time I’m slightly attached-)

Summary: Five streamers all beta test the new game with updated AIs, only to find that they’ve been sucked into the game. With the beating the game being the only way out, they need to work together. Problem is that this is the first time they’ve ever met each other so there’s a bit of... Trial and Error.

Not to mention the worst part is if they die in the game, they die in real life.

Ramblings:

- Here’s The Post Where I Started Thinking About It (Thanks Simpson Stream)

- And Then I Made It: Initial Ideas

- Andddd I Kept Going Feat. Game Mechanics

- Team Bonding Because This Is Absolutely A Found Family Trope AU

- G-Man And Tommy Time

- Final Boss Talk

- Final Boss Talk 2: But Now There’s Hopes And Dreams Playing In The Background

On To Do List:

- Wave Of Realization (Drabble; The Team all individuality realizes that they’re in a game)

- All Together Now (Drabble; Team meets up)

- Mortality And Other Fun Getting To Know You Topics (Drabble; Team realizes they have limited lives and will die for real if they lose them all)

- Grief That Goes Both Ways (Drabble; Bubby is the first to lose a life)

Promare AU

Summary: Firefighter Coomer and the rest of the team on Search and Rescue are used to putting out fires from the Burnish, people who are born with the ability to create fire. However, what should’ve been the usual job turns into a fight to save the world when Coomer faces off the leaders of the Mad Burnish, Bubby, Benrey, and Forzen.

(Based on the movie Promare! There are spoilers to the movie in said AU so heads up)

Ramblings: 

- First Thoughts

- Thoughts Expanded

- Bubby Dear, Could You Say That Again?

On To Do List:

- First Impressions (Drabble; Search and Rescue Vs. The Mad Burnish, who will win?)

- The Fire That Protects (Drabble; One tiny spark from Bubby’s flame is all it takes)

- What Goes Around (Drabble; Bubby has saved Benrey and Forzen a dozen times. Now it’s time they return the favor)

To Love A Security Guard AU

Summary: Things go a bit differently when you realize early on that you may or may not be in love with a certain security guard.

(Or when a small Drabble turns into something else entirely)

Drabbles:

- Part One: Court Jester

- Part Two: Lights Out

On To Do List:

- Part Three: Home Sweet Home...

Abandoned But Not Alone (ABNA) AU

Summary: Bubby’s first contact with space finally comes: Black Mesa is sending him on a solo mission to collect some samples from Xen. It’s a dream come true until Bubby gets left behind and knows Black Mesa has no intention to rescue him. He’ll have to survive on his own.

Meanwhile, Dr. Harold Coomer learns of this and takes fate into his own hands.

Ramblings:

- Main Idea

- Bubby And A Certain Not-Human Fella

- What The Fuck? Touch Starved Lil Alien

- Local Summer Intern Learns A Lot More Than He’s Supposed To

Mini AU: Teen Joshua

- Initial Idea

- Some Other Thoughts

- Not Mine: That Tall Child Looks Terrible

- Also Not Mine: You Can’t Keep Burning The Candle From Both Ends

(Both shorts are by E-Bubby and they’re so good, I recommend giving them a read!)

Miscellaneous AUs

AUs that have been talked about but don’t quite have enough to have their own section. Yet.

A Spectrum of Benreys in different AUs

HLVRAI Haunted & Claws And Fangs

(HLVRAI Haunted is also mentioned here)

Xen Bound & CYWO AUs

Stage Crew AU

Double Stasis AU

Writings

On Tumblr: 

Safe And Sound: For better or for worse, Tommy can see the future. Usually it’s for worse. (Frenmy; Hurt/Comfort)

Weakness? Pet Names: Gordon insistently tries to go to work, despite being sick. Luckily, Benrey has ways of stopping him. (Frenrey; Sick Fic; Hurt/Comfort)

Stay: Benrey has a fever and Gordon has no idea if he’s helping him correctly. (Frenrey; Sick Fic; Hurt/Comfort)

Don’t Lie To Me: Benrey takes the fall for Gordon and Gordon knows he’s not doing as well as he claims. (Frenrey; Hurt/Comfort)

The Looming Threat Of A Dinner Party: Gordon has a breakdown. Bubby is there to help. (Platonic; Hurt/Comfort)

There’s Nothing Out There But You’re Not Alone: Bubby isn’t going to fall apart on Coomer. (Boomer; Hurt/Comfort)

What Scares You The Most: Benrey has some things to work through and Gordon is there to help. (Frenrey; Hurt/Comfort)

Bubby vs Ice Cream Flavors: Making choices isn’t so easy for everyone, especially when you’re used to having repercussions. (Platonic; Hurt/Comfort)

Bubby v Bubby v Tommy: Bubby builds a time machine. Tommy is very concerned.

On AO3:

Existential Existence: (Series) Gordon thought his biggest problem would be the game ending. Now his biggest problem is that it didn’t and he has to figure out how to live normally.

- Status: Ongoing, Part Five Pending . . .

- Next Part: fix it all up before it grows too late

- Author’s Notes: Post-Game AU in which the gang is still healing in a seemingly perfect world. First Fic I ever created for HLVRAI and my metaphorical baby.

- Extra: Through Bubby’s Eyes

sweet poison that i keep drinking: (Two Shot) Ever since he was a kid, they've always been around. Benrey no longer questions the skeleton or their Sweet Voice's influence in his life. Until Gordon Freeman of all people makes one comment about it and suddenly everything feels wrong.

- Status: Ongoing, Part Two Pending . . .

- Next Part: The Mongoose

- Author’s Notes: A ‘What If The Skeletons Were Controlling Benrey’ Fic except I put way too much lore into the skeletons and oh boy it got dark. Happy ending is promised, I’m a sucker for those. Warnings for lots of manipulation involved.

in this part of the woods: (Series) Gordon is Lost. All the trees look exactly the same and he's scared to stop driving. Gordon is Found, but not by anyone he knows. The being who calls himself Benrey definitely isn't human but Benrey tells him if he wants to get out of this alive, Gordon will need to trust him. And frankly, Gordon doesn't see any other options.

- Status: Ongoing, Part Four Pending . . .

- Next Part: let’s take this outside

- Author’s Notes: A weird fantasy-horror-esk Fic series I’m just recently starting up in which I’m literally making up a lot of it as I go and it’s one of the most self indulgent things I’ve ever written.

- Extra: Facts About Benrey

- Extra: Tommy’s Internal Screaming

- Extra: On The Name ‘False Security’

back in the day, you were all i had: (Series) Dr. Harold Coomer is upbeat, weirdly nice, and Bubby's newest lab partner. Bubby expects this to end messily as it always does and he'll be gone soon enough. What he doesn't know is that Dr. Coomer is stubborn as hell and is here to stay. And maybe Bubby's life will improve because of it. Only time will tell.

- Status: Ongoing But On Pause

- Next Part: Heart Palpitations

- Author’s Notes: A Boomer Backstory Fic Series in which I explore and build up how Bubby and Coomer met, gained each other’s trust, and fell in love. Warning for the fact that Black Mesa itself is manipulative and just not a good place to grow up in.

- Extra: Was Originally Going To Be A SongFic For This Song

a different story, a different flame: (Series) Bubby Mesa has always loved video games. Getting early access to the new game 'Half Life' which is said to have impressive AIs is the best birthday wish he could've ever dreamed of. No two playthroughs have been the same so far. However, Bubby finds that his actions take the game in a wildly different direction than he or anyone else could've imagined, and that this will not be an experience he will ever forget. (Or in which Bubby is the Player, not Gordon)

- Status: Ongoing, Part Four Pending

- Next Part: Warm Heart, Cold Hands

- Author’s Notes: A ‘What If Bubby Was The Player’ Fic in which Bubby has no idea he’s playing with AIs who are real and he may or may not screw with the narrative heavily and piss off a certain Government Man.

frozen and watching as the world passes by: (One shot) Your name is Forzen and you have decided to enlist in the military. Your name is Forzen and Benrey is your new best friend. Your name is Forzen and you're having trouble remembering why you're supposed to attack a guy in an HEV suit. Your... Your name is... You don't remember. And you don't know why you just kidnapped a dog.

- Status: Completed

- Author’s Notes: A Forzen Character Study told in second person in which being an NPC is not fun and screws with you.

you’ll come home eventually, i know you will: (One Shot) If there's one constant in Gordon's life, it's that Benrey always finds his way back to him. It doesn't matter if he's supposed to be dead- he's come back from that before. Gordon knows Benrey. This won't stop him. He's coming back. And if he doesn't...

- Status: Completed

- Author’s Notes: The second most indulgent Fic I’ve written for HLVRAI in which Gordon painfully misses Benrey but takes a while to realize that.

because you’re like a fever dream but twice as sweet: (One Shot) Xen has always adapted to kill the unkillable. Thicker skin to combat bullets, heat seeking attacks from those who try to hide, and ranging in all sorts of shapes and sizes for different mobility and strength. The entity who calls himself Benrey has made himself a threat to the beings of Xen by aiding the human known as Gordon Freeman in killing many of their kind. So, the beings of Xen must do what they do best and find a way to kill him as well.(Or in other words, Benrey takes a hit and can’t get back up from it. At least, not on his own)

- Status: Completed

- Author’s Notes: The longest one shot I’ve written for HLVRAI (14k), in which Benrey and Gordon have issues communicating post betrayal and it takes Benrey almost dying for them to talk. This could be considered a dark sick fic and it’s one of my proudest fics.

Other Cool Ramblings:

Two Sides Of The Same Coin: Coomer and Benrey thoughts.

A Proposal: Frenrey Proposal Thoughts

A Strange Rhythm: Bubby and Benrey thoughts.

Other Ways To Show You Care: Frenrey other ways to say I Love You.

Fight And Make Up: Frenrey fight and make up thoughts.

On Competition: Frenrey competition thoughts.

Post-Escape Bubby: Bubby deserves to be happy post game thoughts.

Tommy Thoughts: T...Tommy Thoughts...

G-Man thoughts: Funky Alien Dad Moments

On Tommy/Darnold/Forzen: My #3

Andddd that should be all of it! If you made it this far, congrats! That’s a lotta stuff to scroll through, even if you don’t click the links.

I’ll try to keep this as updated as possible! If I missed anything, feel free to tell me and I’ll get it fixed up in no time!

This took a veryyy long time to make oh boy-

[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Happy Valentine’s Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: NSFW! (Oral f receiving, dry humping, unprotected sex, wrap it up guys)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I already posted a little Valentine’s Day fluff for The Mandalorian but I couldn’t help but give a smutty one for my man Bucky Barnes (especially after that instagram video). It is unedited so I apologize for any mistakes! Requests, prompts, and tag list are open!

Masterlist

It had been two months since Bucky had been home. Sent away with Sam on a mission, Y/N counted off the days where she would be able to hold him again. Bucky promised her it would only be a month a most if everything went according to plan. The phone call that confirmed otherwise upsetted her, but she understood that this was his job, and it’s not like he wanted to be gone either.

But tomorrow was Valentine’s Day, and Y/N had so much planned for the two of them. She even bought the new lingerie set Bucky was eyeing up for a while now. All red and lace and silk, one of his favorites.

“I’m trying baby,” Bucky said.

It was the first phone call in a while, and Y/N immediately relaxed at the sound of his voice. It was a rough day at the office for her, and all’s she wanted was to be in Bucky’s arms.

“I know.” Y/N sighed. “It just sucks.”

Bucky chuckled. “Believe me doll, I know. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“Okay,” Y/N mumbled. “Be safe. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Bucky smiled at the sight before him. He wanted to surprise her. The mission was finally successful and he was on the quinjet to home when he made the phone call. It was only 11-30, but he imagined it was a tough day for Y/N by the way she was curled on their bed, his pillow stuffed beneath her open mouth as she snored softly.

The tv was still on, light dimming in the dark room. Bucky stripped and cleaned himself as quietly as he could before crawling into bed, immediately sighing at the warmth.

Y/N stirred, feeling the bed dip and comforter being lifted up. She had gone to bed wearing only his t-shirt and boxer briefs, which made Bucky grin as he realized.

“It’s just me,” Bucky whispered softly into the back of her neck.

Y/N immediately rolled over, eyes now opened in shock. She quickly broke out in a grin, raising her hand to cup his cheek. The stubble lightly scratched her palm, but she loved the feeling of it.

Bucky placed a palm over hers, scooting closer to her.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

Bucky smiled. “I missed you too.”

Then he smiled, that toothy, cheeky smiled that Y/N adored, and placed a soft but passionate kiss that left her breathless and wanting more.

“Let me show you just how much.” His voice had dropped a few octaves, and it made her stomach clench with arousal.

He gave her another kiss, trailing down her jaw. He gave her jaw and playful bite before sucking on the sweet spot on her neck, causing Y/N to moan lightly and wrap a leg around his hip. Her fingers gripped at the base of his neck, pulling at the soft, short hair.

Bucky gently pushed her onto her back, hands sliding under the shirt, palms splaying over the smooth skin of her stomach. He was already hard, it had been too long since he’d had any type of release. He suspected Y/N had the same problem, hips moving up to meet with his. They both groaned at the covered friction.

“I love it when you wear my clothes, doll.” Bucky groaned.

Y/N grinned, bringing him back down for another kiss, sucking on his lips.

“I know.”

Bucky pulled the shirt over her head, palming her breast with one hand, mouth enveloping her nipple. Y/N moaned and thrusted harder against him; he could feel how wet she was already.

When her moans turned to whines and their hips rutted faster against each other, Bucky let go of her nipple with a pop and trailed down her stomach. Every little kiss resulted in small nips, no doubt leaving marks for her to wear proudly.

Y/N sighed when he pulled down the boxers. Bucky groaned at the sight of her wet pussy, breath blowing against her heat. Her hips stuttered against her will, waiting for Bucky to make a move.

He chuckled at her eagerness. “I got you babygirl. I got you.”

He licked a broad stripe over her slit before she could respond. Y/N let out a guttural moan, and he had to hold down her hips with his metal arm.

His tongue trailed around her clit, clearly teasing her. Y/N whined pathetically as he did, giving him a dirty look but fucking melting at the sight of his eyes on hers as he tongue fucked her.

“Please,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Please what?”

He teased her entrance with his pointer finger, gathering up the mix of his saliva and her juices.

“Please use your fingers. I want your fingers inside me so bad.”

Bucky grinned, pleased. Y/N was rewarded with two thick fingers curled inside her, already rubbing at her g-spot. She cried out, one hand gripping and tugging at his hair and the other the bedsheets.

He finally attached his lips to her clit, sucking and licking. Her thighs were shaking and tightening around his head, a clear sign of her impending orgasm.

“Oh!” She gasped as he fucked her harder, biting down on the soft skin of her thigh. “Baby I’m coming!”

“Go ahead,” Bucky cooed. “Come around my fingers for me doll.”

It was like she needed his permission to finally break the dam. The coil in her lower stomach snapped as she wailed, nails scratching into his head which earned her a growl. He didn’t let up even after she came down from her high, only stopping when he she begged him sweetly too. He needed to be inside her.

It didn’t take long for him to shred his clothing before pushing his thick girth into her.

“Shit,” Bucky hissed as he bottomed our inch by inch. “You’re just as tight as I remember princess.”

Y/N clashed her lips with his, tasting herself on his tongue. She could never seem to get entirely used to the way his dick stretched her in a painfully delicious way. It left her sore but craving for more the next day. She rolled her hips up, giving him the okay to move.

“Oh Bucky,” she cried. “I missed you. Missed this.”

Bucky wanted to be slow and gentle with her, but all thoughts of that flew out the window as soon as he kissed her. They would the next two weeks to themselves to do whatever they wanted; it could wait until later.

Y/N moaned at the bruising pace Bucky set, walls already clenching around him. She could tell by the grunts and the way he was clenching his teeth that he wasn’t going to last long either. She trailed her nails down his back, making Bucky groan into her neck.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” Bucky voiced her thoughts.

“I know,” she whined as he repeatedly hit the soft spot inside her. It seemed as though he never missed.

“I want you to come in me baby,” Y/N rolled her tongue around his ear lobe, giving it a soft bite that made Bucky’s toes curl.

Bucky grabbed onto their headboard, hips postioning impossibility harder and faster into hers.

Y/N’s mouth was open in a silent scream as her velvety walls tightened around him. Bucky cursed as his hips stuttered, placing a calloused thumb to rub roughly against her clit.

“F-fuck,” she stuttered. “Imcomingimcomingimcoming.”

Bucky moaned as he felt her juices spill down his balls, giving a few more hard thrusts before releasing thick ropes of cum deep inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, careful not to hurt her with his arm and weight. She held on to him tightly, rubbing his back and kissing the top of his head. Bucky looked at the clock on the nightstand, smiling softly at it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N.”

Y/N grinned, pulling him up for a soft kiss. “Happy Valentine’s baby. Oh and by the way, I got that lingerie set you wanted.”

Bucky’s eyes perked up, and she giggled at the excitement in them.

“Good thing I got home just in time then, huh?”

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[chaneajoyyy]

Hi Librarian 🥰 I'm feeling kinda crappy. Can you point me to some sappy, lovey dovey fics. Where the reader is getting drowned in love and affection? Any of the BP men will do. Thank you for your service 😭

Hey Love!!!! Okay so hopefully this is good enough! So I added some absolute cuteness, as well with dadmonger  and funny stories as well. So it’s a lil mix of everything. I didn’t want overwhelm you, this is just to start! i’m sorry this is so late. I hope you feel better!

FOR T’CHALLA THERE’S 

- mine- @goldvnkillmongerbarnes

- moments like these, new look, quickie, matching tats, abdulisms, nominee, make it last forever, family vacay, 73 questions, divas, act up, sensitivity training, how ramonda got her groove back, untitled- @bribrisback

- nice & comfortable, you may, comfortable, up and alert, possibly, early morning concerts, do it, his sixth sense, lose that attitude, i’ve been going- @supersizemeplz

- first night in the castle, the rain, bowling with t’challa, being laid up with t’challa would include…, how he kisses you- @wakanda-4evr

- song short (with m’baku and erik), #19… “the paint’s supposed to go where?“ , father’s day gifts, i dare you, strong like you, good kisser, reactions to make up (with erik and m’baku), mother’s day, a mother’s prince, primal instinct- @wakandanblogger

- bundle of joy, inviting t’challa to your grandmother’s cookout- @oshaia

-  first impression- @heyauntieeee​

- blindfold, right by my side, should’ve kissed you, jealous, got your back- @songficsbyrissi

- half on a baby, baby on board, guess who ,he loves to play in your hair, pet dog- @sisterwifeudaku

FOR M’BAKU THERE’S

- it just reminded me of you is all, i need your shirt for reasons; i love you, you know; under a starlit sky, reflection, house hunters: jabari edition, drunk m’baku, thigh ride, halloween, ember- @muse-of-mbaku

- another heir, a well deserved rest, satisfied, full body - @wakandan-flowerz

- hair day- @sisterwifeudaku

- spoiling my baba, your firm grip, caught in the act- @wakandanblogger

- long days & longer nights, it’s time?, forever my chieftess, change in schedule, big baby, tamed, ain’t got no time, love berries, wakandan events & charisma series, relax & unwind- @supersizemeplz

- mr. stanima, princess- @sonofnjobu

- shopping series- @mbakusprincess

-sugar daddy m’baku imagine- @great-neckpectations

- m’baku in a relationship- @haechvn

- m’baku being obsessed with you would include- @underratedcharactersimagines

- a pushing tease series- @hidden-treasures21

-snowed in- @mbakusthrone

- jabari illness- @thatonefanficalien

- sweet thang- @wakandamama

FOR ERIK THERE’S: 

- poptart man series, sudden reunion series, nose wide open, just a bit longer, i owe you that, not again, can’t even look at you, nope, whatever she wants, baba’s day, take our time series, it should’ve been you, hard headed, you have a message, whatchu’ say?, was that so hard?, i’m sorry, bedtime stories, bath time, for however long, battle it out, doped up, sing it baby, you done now?, toss em, no more tummy time, i’m not going, that’s my face, you sure? (insert eyes emoji), i’ve always been, no reply, hit me, i won’t tell you again series, jealous, but i thought, since you can, then stop ignoring me, ain’t that right?, being honest, he wasn’t having that…, that’s all it took?, ballet baba, he’d make you his, since you can; snip, snip!, but, i’m sick…, send it to mommy; aight,aight; i’ll show you excitement, or maybe, maybe they’re right series, sit still, leave me aloneee, you’re so handsome, don’t hide, that’s what i thought, paintbrush to my easel, if she wanna watch?, be quiet, do it again, you so crazy, how that sound?, deck the b-..halls?, sugar baby series, who, me?, so relax; see, what had happened was..;baby see, baby do; he gets it from me, times like these, memories of you, lemme try, tell me your secret series, guess what? cartoons and cereal, i’m there, his princess, twins?, heaven is a place on earth, the cure series; knock, knock- @supersizemeplz

- Crybaby series- @blackgirlimaginesmarvel

- daddy, erik’s getting soft series, erik and his princess, erik’s afraid of love, erik takes care of his princess, erik with a shy girl series, afraid of heights, erik loves to spoil you- @killmongersgurl

- fried green tomatoes- @iliketowrite1996

- begging to see his tail- @wakandanblogger

- having a babygirl with erik- @oshaia

- tsrbaewatch|blow the whistle, fix my crown- @apantherinmypastlife

-teach me series, when you’re mad series, waffles series, spoiled little brat, slow ride, movie night, let’s talk about sex series, mines, thunderstorms; girl fuck you, eat your breakfast, secret admirer, amusement park fun day, displays of affections, night at the movie theaters, kissing strangers series, worship, loving the way you love it, day drunk, smile for me daddy, just like you- @thehomierobbstark

- all the dadmonger fics, carnival, just the tip, - @ljs-writing

- study buddy- @heyauntieeee

- babies- @wakandantings

- feel love, do you remember, i wanna be, worry bout it- @songficsbyrissi

-all dadmonger fics- @thebrokenmistakes

- nuggets- @wakandamama