#she has worked so hard to put this together so if y'all have like free time I'd appreciate y'all helping! no pressure ofc

[betsj]

Battle

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✩°｡🦦 warning: angry izuku, public??, degrading, pet names, maybe OOC? and smut

✩°｡🦦 summary: you threw yourself into battle, it was a risky move but it saved so many people. other hero’s were proud but izuku thought differently.

✩°｡🦦 he isn’t a minor, he’s 28 😒

Cheering erupted as the hero rose from the dust and smoke on the ground. "The heroes have done it again!" A reporter yelled above the loud crowd in the street.

You were put above the crowd, name being chanted by kids and their parents along with elders. Ochako ran over to you as soon as the hero's put you down, "Are you okay?!" Nodding with a hurt-smile, "Yes… Shoto was able to help me as well.” High-fiving him as he walked past you.

She was talking to you but it was cut short when Izuku grabbed you by your arm and dragged you off to the side of broken buildings, where multiple cars laid around and debris. Shoving you against a car, "What the hell was that?" Knitting your eyebrows together...

Izuku has never reacted like this before...

Calmly, you said, "What's the matter Izuku?" Trying to get off the car but Izuku wasn't having none of that. In a frustrated voice he yelled, "You could've died!" Eyes widening, looking around to see if anybody was peeking around corners... nobody, you thought. "I know but if somebody didn't do anything, everybody could've died." Izuku wasn't breaking.

"You need to stop throwing yourself out like that!"

Scoffing, "You cannot talk!"

Izuku and you have been together since the last year of high school. You knew everything he's been through so, he has no room to talk... "Izuku I understand you're mad but you can't be a hypocrite as well." His green eye twitches and that was the last straw.

Flipping you around, making sure your stomach was flat on the hood of the car. In a gasp, he pressed his legs against yours, using all of his strength, you couldn’t move at all. "Iz-Izuku, what're you doing?!" No answer. So you asked him again in a panicked tone when you felt him pull the zipper down. "Out here?! Really?!" Before you could push yourself up, he took your wrists with his right hand while his left worked on your hero suit.

"You're going to feel how mad," Pushing his bulge against your now exposed panties, groaning "I get when you put yourself at risk."

Closing your eyes, panting and probably drooling... you and Izuku have talked and argued about the risk of throwing yourself in danger but you didn't know it angered him this much. Believe when you say, you like when Izuku is in control but not like this... he's usually soft and gentle. Mad Izuku? It made you shutter.

Letting out a loud moan when three fingers were shoved into your now, soaked hole. Likewise, he wasted no time to start fingering and opening you but it was so rough it made you start crying. Hearing him chuckle, "C'mon don't act like you don't like this." Once he hit a spot that made your thighs squeeze his hand, he said "You're always begging me to go harder and faster, so here ya go." Shaking your head, finally looking back, "No-Not like this! Not out in the open!”

Izuku almost falters from seeing how desperate you looked for him to be softer but he couldn't, you pissed him off for the last time. You also haven’t yelled y’all safe word: hunter.

Rubbing your clit hard and in circles to ring an orgasm out. It took everything in you to overpower him. In a whimper, "At least look at me Izuku, please."

It was quiet before you felt your wrists being let go and you were put into missionary. Seeing him made you feel better... still soaking wet, so you moved your hips. "Such a whore sometimes," He grinned and smacked your pussy... his dick was already set free, seeing it made you whine.

Anytime y'all had sex missionary, you held your ankles up but not this time. Izuku had a tight grip on them, using one of his hands to align himself to your entrance, "Ready?" Nodding immediately, he laughed and pushed in quickly.

Both letting out a moan in unison. "Fuck you're tight..." He began to move and it didn't take long for him to pick up a quick pace. Hips slamming hard into your thighs and his balls were hitting your ass.

"Izuku! Oh God!" He was sweating and panting over you and his right hand left your ankle to push down on your stomach, "That feel good?" Nodding, feeling tears run down your face again, "Yes!" You didn't realize it but your own hand began circling your hard clit.

That turned Izuku on a lot.

Pushing himself to the brim, whimpering, "Oh fuck... your pussy feels so good, baby."

"Izuku, my love, I-I'm about to..." He nodded, "Come on my dick, you whore." Throwing your head back while pulling him down to kiss him. Moaning into his mouth... it took four thrusts for him to pull out and jerk himself off, finishing on your stomach.

Y’all both were panting in sync, not saying a word before you mumbled, “I should throw myself out there more if this is what I get.” Izuku sat up, glaring down at you.

Giggling, “I’m joking.” Sitting up and pulling him into a hug.

izuku mmmm

[c-conztantine]

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[spookysteddie]

Studio Sessions

18+ MINORS DNI

Modern!rockstar!Eddie x influencer!fem!reader

Series masterlist here

cw: voice recording during sex, reader gets insecure, studio times, fluff, flirting, pet names, oral (fem! receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, dirty talk, reader gets what she wants.

wc: 3.6k

a/n: this got away from me... I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to send in requests for these two if you have them!! ALSO: this is the last post for them I'll have with a tag list... it's so much work and not that I dont love y'all ( I do) it's just hard. I hope y'all still love me and understand ❤️.

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Is it normal to miss someone you just met? 

Is it normal to go on a few dates, sleep over their house like every night and still miss them immensely when they're gone? 

You and Eddie have spent every moment together since that first real date. Has he asked you to be his girlfriend yet? No. But you really don’t like to think too far into that one because then you’ll spiral, which is no good for anyone.

It didn’t matter too much. You knew it didn’t matter and you knew that he wasn’t fucking anyone else because he was either in your bed at night, or you were in his. I mean he could be fucking other people during the day, but you doubted it. 

Back to the missing him part. It feels weird to miss someone who is a few feet in front of you, who you can literally see. But here you are, Eddie standing on the other side of some glass gathering things, and you miss him. You can’t help your thoughts from wandering back to if he feels the same way. But also, why would he? Men don’t act like that, right?  

“Sweetheart, you ready?” Eddie's voice cuts through the fog of uncertainty. 

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. You were in the studio with Corroded Coffin, getting to watch their recording process. Eddie is right, there is something missing from a few of those songs, but you’re unsure if your voice is what is missing. You’re willing to try, though, still honored every agreed to this.

Eddie sets you up, putting headphones on you so you can hear the music. “Okay, sweet angel, don’t get too close to the mic because it can cause the sound to get a little weird. Got it?” 

“I got it.” You grin up at him. He kisses you sweetly, your body growing hot. 

He leaves, going to stand outside the booth with the rest of the band and his producer. He gives you a thumbs up, smile lighting up his face. He’s been more than excited that you agreed to do this. 

You hear a count before the music starts, you quickly look down at the lyrics sheet in front of you. When you get the cue you start, turning on the most bedroom voice you can manage, eyes locking with Eddie’s as you speak. “Mine, be mine. Love me. Never let me go.” 

You smirk at him as he squirms, his friends hitting his arm. You aren’t sure why it makes you happy to watch him squirm but it does. You let out a laugh, real and loud, instead of saying your next lines. 

The producer perks up, cutting off the music, “oh my god, that was amazing! I need more of those.” 

You feel your face get warm, a small and shy giggle leaving your chest. You don’t hear Eddie enter the room, but you can feel him. His energy calling to yours. You hum, not caring that they’re still recording you. 

He pulls your headphones off, “great job, sweetheart.” 

“Thank you, baby.” You lean in kissing his lips. It’s quick, just enough to get a taste of him. “This is a lot of fun. I like this!” 

“You sounded very beautiful.” 

You giggle, looking up at him grinning, “I was just talking.” 

He kisses your forehead and whispers to you, “no. You were using that voice you use when you’re desperate for me to fuck you.” 

You freeze, looking up at him. He’s looking at you with that sexy smirk on his face, making your stomach flip and clit pulse. God, he’s so hot when he’s doing absolutely nothing, dressed in black sweatpants and a sweatshirt, dressing comfortably for the long day in the studio. You could kiss him, right now. 

No, scratch that, you could fuck him right now. You would if there weren’t six other people looking at you. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you whisper, winking up at him. 

He kisses you quickly, leaving you wanting more as he pulls away. “Ready for the next one?” 

… 

You’ve been here for 8 hours. 

Between adding little snippets of your voice, the band recording the rest of their songs, adding background vocals and putting in instruments, it takes a while. And you are tired. So tired in fact that during their last two songs, you fell asleep on the little couch in the studio. 

You know this because you’re woken up by a soft voice and a hand brushing your hair out of your face. 

“Sweet angel? Hey, baby.” You know it’s Eddie's voice based on the softness and sweetness he reserves only for you. 

You stretch, groaning just a little as your joints crack, “m’sorry for falling asleep. Didn’t mean to.” Your voice sounds small and a little crocky with sleep. You cover your mouth as a small yawn slips out, “s’cuse me. I’m sorry.” 

He laughs, kissing your free hand, “don’t apologize. We had a long night and early morning. Could’ve gone back to my place and slept?”

You shake your head, “mm-mm. Gotta be supportive. It sounds great and your fans will love it.” 

His grins widens, lips meeting your knuckles. He looks tired too and you sort of regret keeping him up most of the night. Well, actually, it was a mutual thing. You’d tried getting him to go to bed but he just ‘couldn’t get enough’ and then when you tried again, while he was still inside you and growing soft, but the second he shifted, you were pushing him on his back and riding him. See, mutual. 

“I’m glad you think it’s great, sweet girl. But you won’t upset me if you go home.” 

Home. The word clangs through you and makes your head spin. It shouldn’t because he definitely didn’t mean anything behind it. It was his home so of course he’s called it just ‘home’ and you are for sure overthinking it. 

You shake your head, both to clear it and to answer him, “no. I can wait. How much longer?” 

“Like another fifteen minutes? I just need to listen to that last take and the boys need to add some background stuff. Then we can go.” His thumb is rubbing along your knuckles, his touch soft even if his hands are calloused. 

“I’ll wait.” 

And you do, this time staying awake. You post some instagram stories, making extra sure to mute it so you don’t spill a single note. Everyone loves the little insights to your time with Eddie, his fans enjoying seeing a different side to him. Of course, your parents still aren’t happy. 

You haven’t spoken to them since that phone call. You don’t need their opinions and Eddie has yet to be a bad person when it came to you. 

In fact, he’s good at planning dates and making sure no one follows. Blocking the paparazzi from getting unflattering photos of you. Sending you with security if needed. He cares. He cares more than anyone else ever has. 

It feels nice to date someone who doesn’t see you as a ticket to their fifteen minutes of fame. Who didn’t look at you as a way to further their own career. Sure, Eddie was more famous than you were, something the press loves to point out. But in some way you were on the same level. It was more than refreshing. 

“Ready?” 

You look up at his brown eyes and nod, letting him take your hand to help you up, your coat already in his hands. 

Once you both are ready to brave the slightly chilly weather, he takes your hand and leads you out. “There’s going to be people out here okay? Just so you're prepared.” 

You grin, looking over at him, “I am prepared, Eddie. I know the cost of dat- um, being seen with you.” 

If he catches your almost slip up, he doesn’t say anything. He just smirks, squeezing your hand as he opens the doors to the outside. Cameras flash and people scream, you’re practically blinded by the flashing bulbs. It doesn’t last long though, Eddie helping you into the car before getting in himself and closing the door, the sounds of screams muffled slightly.

“God, I love them but the screaming kills my ears,” he presses his finger to his ear, blocking it slightly before releasing it. 

You giggle, raising a brow, “aren’t you used to it? You hardly wear your ears on stage.” 

It was true. Eddie had this habit of taking out the ears he wears on stage, usually used to help keep beat as most artists can’t hear the music coming from the speakers. 

He shrugs, “ya aren’t wrong but I feel like I’m far enough away that the sound doesn’t hurt that bad? I really should keep my ears in so I don’t like lose my hearin’ before I’m 32.”

“Should hear it from the crowd,” you tilt your head slightly. “I had to get little ear plugs after the first time I saw you guys live. My ears rang for a few days after and I was yelling cause I couldn’t hear.” 

His eyes get wide, “that sounds awful. I should get ya some custom ears so you can hear what we’re doing on stage.” 

That makes your heart flutter a little, the fact that he wants you to hear all they do. “I don’t think I could deal with the metronome ticking.” He looks at you, “how do you know that happens?” 

You playfully roll your eyes, scrolling through your phone till you find a post you liked a little bit ago. “This. It’s a video of what Taylor Swift’s sound like inside. It was very interesting.” 

He watches it, three times actually. And then he giggles and scrolls, some familiar music starts to play and you already know what he’s looking at. Your face flames as you move to take your phone back. Unfortunately, he’s faster, moving so you can’t grab it from where you sit. 

He scrolls again, “you like these edits of me?” His tone is teasing and you feel like you’re going to die. He was never supposed to know you like thrist traps of him, most of them to his own songs. 

“E-Eddie give it back,” you plead with him. 

But he shakes his head, scrolling again and again and again. “These edits are actually really good. M’impressed. I also think it’s cute you like them.”  

You finally reach your phone, tugging it from his hands, “it’s rude to go through someone's phone, Eddie.” 

He fake pouts, “awww, are you embarrassed baby?” 

You don’t say anything as he coos at you because you are embarrassed that he saw those. But fuck, he looked so fucking hot in those edits. They make you feel things deep inside you, things you’ve used your vibrator to take care of. 

He leans forward, his hand reaching out and cupping your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I think it’s kind of hot you have those liked.” 

He pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, soft kiss. That feeling comes back, the one with a voice that questions why he hasn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet. It’s been some time and you spend a lot of it together. You don’t want to push him, to make him look at you as needy or too much or annoying. That’s the last thing you want. You’ve heard it enough, from boyfriends, from your parents, from the people in your comment section. And the last thing you wanted was to hear it from Eddie. 

He breaks the kiss, his eyes scanning your face. Fuck he knows. 

“Are you okay?” He asks you with worry in his eyes. It kind of makes your chest hurt to worry him. 

“Oh yeah! I’m fine. Just… tired.” 

But, of course, he sees right through it, “no. You’re in your head. Come on… spill it.” 

You can’t. You want to express to him how you feel, to ask him to not waste your time. If he isn’t interested in you then you need him to tell you that so you can move on. But you know he is interested, you just sat and recorded bits for their album for fucks sake! He calls you sweet names and listens to what you have to say. He fucks you in a way you’ve never been before. He’s in tune to you and your needs, so the idea he doesn’t want you is absurd. 

But… “nothing. I just have that photo shoot coming up and I’m just nervous. It could make or break my career.” 

Half truth. You were nervous about the campaign. It could make or break your career if you didn’t do a good job or if people didn’t like it. 

He looks like he doesn’t believe you but he doesn’t push you further. You wish he would. 

… 

Eddie’s lips kiss along your chest, nipping a sucking sweet marks into the skin there. Marking you. Owning you. His hand moving up to tease your breast while his mouth sucks on the neglected one. 

His phone is set up beside you, the little red dot indicating he’s recording. It definitely catches the gasp you make as he works your chest, but he just feels so good you don’t think about it. 

He asked you six times before hitting record if you were okay with this, him voice recording. And you were, truly. He wanted your moans for his music but wanted some variety in there. So, he’s recording the entire round of sex. You’d be a dirty little liar if you said it didn’t turn you on. The idea that he’ll have this on his phone and in his music. Your moans immortalized on tape? It was hot as fuck. 

Eddie swaps sides, eyes meeting yours as he licks and sucks and bites. It hits you right at your center. He was hot as fuck, actually. Looking slightly feral as he kisses down your body. You can’t take your eyes off of his when he settles between your legs, putting them over his shoulders to give him more room. 

 “God you’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” he runs a finger through your slick, making you moan. “So pretty. Was so hot watchin’ you today.” 

“But I-” he licks up your slit, cutting you off what you were about to say. 

He sucks on your clit, making your back arch. It was insane to you how well he knew your body. He’s learned every dip, every curve of your skin. He’s learned exactly how to drag deep moans from you with his mouth, tongue and cock. Memorized them. He did it quickly too. 

“B-but I didn’t really do anything.” He slips two fingers inside you, stretching you out. “God! Fuck that feels good.” 

He doesn’t say anything, just laughs and curls his fingers. Eddie knows exactly what he’s doing, turning your brain off with every thrust of his fingers.

“J-just like that, baby! Oh god, don’t stop.” You can feel the orgasm building deep in your belly, your whole body growing hot as you squeeze his fingers. “M-more. Eddie, I need more.” 

He adds a finger, the burn from the stretch feeling incredible. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh my god.” You don’t even know what you’re saying, just a babbling mess. This was typical when it came to the way Eddie worked your body. He’s the only one who’s worked you like this. 

Your orgasm hits you, mouth dropping open as your back arches on the bed, “Fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck!” 

You ride it out with Eddie’s help, his fingers slowing and his mouth coming off your clit with a soft pop. And when he finally removes his fingers, sucking them between his lips and moaning, you feel empty. You need him to fuck you, to feel him inside you. 

“Taste so fuckin’ sweet, baby. Just can’t get enough,” his voice drops a few octaves and you swear your heart stutters for a moment. 

“Please…” you whine. 

It hits you then that he is fully clothed and you are as naked as the day you were born. The dynamic is hotter than it should be, you might need to talk to your therapist about that. Or not. That’s an issue for another day. 

He pulls off his shirt, stomach flexing with the movement, “please what, angel?” 

His hands pull at his belt, tugging it through the loops before meeting the same fate as his shirt on the floor. Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth and you forget the English language for a moment. He pops the button on his jeans, sliding the zipper down as he waits for your answer. 

You manage to find it, “please fuck me. I-I need it.” 

He slides his jeans and boxers down his legs, his hard cock bobbing free. You squirm, licking your lips while your eyes rake over him. You need him, need him in many more ways than just sexually. You need him as yours, need him to love you. You can see the life you’d have if he called you his. Your babies would be beautiful thats for fucking sure. 

You don’t really have time to think further on it because Eddie slides inside you, his lips meeting yours and swallowing your moans. He tastes like you, cigarettes and weed. An odd mix but you love it anyway. 

“Shit, pretty girl. This pussy feels amazing. S’like you were fuckin’ made for me.” 

Your heart pounds and you know he can feel it, you can feel his. “I-I was. I was m-made for you, Eddie. Made for you” You kind of don’t mean for it to come out, but it can easily be brushed off as heat of the moment dirty talk. 

But there is something in the way he’s fucking you right now, something different. It’s slower than it has been, sweeter. Like he wants to take his time here, like he wants to feel every inch of you. His eyes shine with lust and something else, something he blinks away before you can decipher it. You have a feeling you already know what it is, because you feel the same way. 

“Yeah? You think so?” He lets you wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close. “Think we were supposed to end up here?” 

You’re going to die if he keeps talking like this. He’s actually going to kill you. More so because you do believe in the invisible string theory. Everyone can say you’re going too fast, but you think your string is attached to him. Everything about him screams it in confirmation.

“Y-yes. I do.” 

He kisses you soft and sweet, adjusting slightly to hit that sweet spot inside you. You gasp into his mouth, hands coming up to his cheeks to hold him there while you kiss him. Again, it’s all slow and sweet and filled with emotion. 

“Glad we’re on the same page, baby.” 

He fucks you just a little faster, hitting all your sweet spots and making the coil in your belly twist tighter. “I- oh my god, Eddie.” 

He laughs, not straying from your lips, “I love when you pray to me.” 

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, a deep moan falling from your lips as your velvet walls squeeze him. It makes your head spin and you kind of feel like you’re going to pass out from how good it feels. You don’t, of course. 

“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl coming for me. My pretty angel.” 

“Y-yours.” 

He nods, “mine.” 

Mine

Mine

Mine

Mine 

The word cycles through your head over and over, making you clench harder around him.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum. Fuck fuck FUCK!” 

He spills inside you as he moans your name. It’s angelic when he does it and you’re gonna make him send the recording to you immediately so you can hear it again and again. He collapses on you, being careful to not crush you with his weight. 

“I s-swear on my life, you’re the best I’ve ever had.” 

You giggle, shaking your head, “i bet you say that to every girl you fuck.” 

He lifts his head, his face serious, “no. I don’t. You’re the first person I’ve ever said that to.” 

You just stare at him, not knowing what to say.

“Did you mean what you said? About us being made for each other?” He asks it quietly, like he’s afraid of anyone hearing him. Anyone but you. 

You swallow the lump in your throat. You can do this, tell him how you feel. Right? “I-I did. We fit together so well. Don't ya think?” 

Now it’s his turn to swallow, “I do… I meant it too.” 

You aren’t sure where this is going, but you hope to whoever the fuck is listening that it’ll go your way. 

“You did? You haven’t known me that long.” 

He shrugs, “so? You spend every night here, or me at your place. You get to know someone pretty quickly that way.” He laughs a little, pushing some of your hair out of your face.

Ask me 

Ask me 

Ask me

“I would agree,” you say as you run your fingertips up his arm.

“Would you agree to stay forever if I asked you to?” 

You hold your breath and nod. He gives you a look that makes you squeak out a small “yes.” 

A huge grin breaks out across his face, bright white teeth showing, “then stay. With me and be mine. And I’ll be yours. No more wandering around lookin’ for each other.” 

You blink away the burn behind your eyes, you cannot cry at someone asking you to date them, “n-no more wandering.”

[raspberrybesitos]

Muñequita | javier peña x f!reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~2k

Summary: Javier comes home from a shit day at work, and puts your free use agreement to work.

Warnings: free use, oral (f receiving), mirror sex, unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all), doggy style, papi (daddy) kink, dom!Javi, dom/sub dynamic, spanking, degradation, praise kink, creampie, fluff, after care, reader is female, reader has hair Javier can pull but no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: i cranked this out in like an hour. this literally came out of nowhere, i've just been thinking about Javi a lot. like honest to god this is just the result of me watching too many Javi edits on tiktok and a severe case of Javi P brain rot :P hope y'all enjoy! not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

Divider by @saradika

Sighing as he unlocks the door to your home, he loosens the tie around his neck and tosses his keys onto the counter. He toes off his shoes and kicks them to where yours lay in the foyer. The sound of music and the smell of something cooking catches his attention, pulling him into the kitchen.

The frustration from today dissipates ever so slightly at the sight of you at the counter, preparing dinner. He trudges to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a kiss on your neck, eliciting a startled yelp from you.

“Javi! I didn’t even hear you come in, you scared me!” You yell, setting the knife down and turning around in his embrace. He sighs and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Rough day?” You ask, twirling the curls at the nape of his neck. He silently responds with a nod as he peppers kisses to the column of your throat. 

Javier isn’t typically one for talking about what’s bothering him. Letting him open up to you at his own pace, you two have an agreement: he can fuck you whenever and however he likes after a hard day.

A moan threatens to spill over your lips as he sucks on the spot just above your collarbone. “What can I do to help, papi?” Asking teasingly as you feign innocence, batting your lashes at him.

He snarls at your words, gripping your hair and drawing you into him. “I think you already know the answer to that, bebita.” He sinks to his knees, hands roaming to the hem of your dress. Your scent intoxicating as he leans in to hike your dress up over your stomach and bunching it up over his head. He groans as he takes in the sight of your bare cunt. 

“No panties, baby? Did you know I was gonna come home pissed off huh? Make sure my meeting went to shit so you’d get fucked like a little slut?” You whimper at his words as you shake your head.

“No, Javi, I swe-,”

You’re cut off with a light smack to your thigh, moaning at the dull sting. “Uh uh. What’s my name, bebita?” Javier growls. “P-papi,” you whimper. “That’s right,” he says, pressing a kiss to your mound.

“Look at her, bebita. She’s drooling for me. All from being called a slut?” He rasps against your thighs, his prickly mustache scratching them as he litters kisses along them. Javier doesn’t miss the way your thighs squeeze together, noticeably clenching around nothing.

A soft bite pulls you from your trance, gasping as he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your thigh. “Yes, papi. Wanted to give you something nice to come home to,” you moan, locking eyes with him as his hands roam up to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“My sweet bebita walking around here with no panties on like a good little slut. You go out in public like this or just here, waiting for papi to get home?” 

“Only here, only for you, papi,” you pant, your neediness increasing by the second. Your words elicit a growl from him.

He dives in with no warning, your head swims at the sensation of his tongue on your dripping core. “Oh fuck, papi!” He hums as he laps at your juices, licking a broad stripe up your folds, parting your lips with his tongue. Endless moans stream from your lips as a new wave of slick seeps from your cunt and into his mouth.

He groans at the taste of you, his cock twitching in his suit. “F-feels so, s-so good, papi,” you whine as you toss your head back. The smell of something burning piques your interest, turning your head to the side. The pan you’d left on the stove sends smoke into the air, completely forgotten in the midst of everything. You gently tap Javier’s shoulder. “Papi, d-dinner,” you stutter through your moans as Javier curls his lips around your clit.

Grunting at your words, Javier turns it into a race - betting he can make you cum before the smoke detector sets off. Eager to win, he shoves two thick fingers into your dripping pussy. Your eyes fly open, inhaling a sharp gasp at the unexpected intrusion.

The sting from the stretch is welcomed and so utterly delicious, you clench around them as he relentlessly suckles on your swollen, puffy clit. “Ja- Papi, wait, gotta - hah - gotta turn off the stove,” you whine. He doesn’t relent, in fact, his pace picks up as he laps at your core. His long, thick fingers ruthlessly hitting your g-spot as he fucks them and in and out of you. The smoke permeates the air, your head swirling as your orgasm approaches.

He groans as he feels you clench around his fingers. The vibrations of it sending you crashing into your orgasm.

“Papi!” You scream, seizing up under his hold as you uncontrollably convulse, bucking your hips up into his mouth. Moaning as he drinks up every last drop of your slick. He pulls back, the skirt of your dress slightly falling.

Without moving from his spot, he keeps one hand on your thigh while reaching for the knob on the stove, turning it off before the smoke detector can beep. The smoke slowly dissipates through the open windows as he turns his attention back to you.

A bead of sweat drips from your brow from the combination of the heat and your orgasm. He lets the hem of your dress fall back into place and rises to his feet. His lips crash onto yours. His mustache damp as his chin glistens with your slick, smearing it onto yours. The kiss ravenous and heady, you moan into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“Bedroom, now,” he rasps, grabbing your hand and hurriedly leading you to your shared room.

He nearly throws you across the room as he flings you onto the bed, shucking his suit jacket off in the process.

Drawing him in by the tie, you suck his bottom lip into yours as you fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. He fiddles with his belt as you slip off his shirt, tugging his curls in your hands - deepening the kiss.

He helps you tear the dress from your body, your lips still connected. Swiftly unhooking your bra and tossing it on the floor, he growls at the sight of you laid out, stark naked on the bed for him.

You coyly spread your legs, your cunt still wet and sticky from earlier. Flames burning in your core as he removes his briefs. His angry, red cock throbbing as his seed spills over the tip as his eyes blow wide with lust.

He pumps himself in his first, lathering his length in his precum. “Turn around bebita. All fours,” he demands.

You quickly follow his instructions, eager to be stuffed full of him. Propping yourself up on all fours, teasingly arching your back as you wiggle your ass. A sharp smack comes crashing down onto your ass, a loud moan escaping you.

He snarls at your teasing. The bed dips behind you, as Javier settles in behind you. Gripping your hair, he yanks you flushed against his chest. “You gonna be a good girl, baby? Or are we gonna have a repeat of last time?”

The delicious memory of him restraining you to the bed, edging you for hours replays in your head.

Despite how appetizing that sounds, your neediness overpowers your decision making as you’re desperate for him to fuck you.

“Yes, papi, I’m gonna be good, I promise,” you keen as he nips at your ear lobe. “Good girl,” he whispers in your ear, tossing you back onto the mattress.

His girthy, long cock drags along your ass and teasingly prods at your aching pussy. Anticipation bubbles in your tummy as he lines up his length with your entrance. He enters you in one, slow motion, drawn out moans from both of you filling the air along with the squelch of your pussy.

Filling you to the hilt, you pant as he languidly pulls out of you before ramming back into you. You duck your head into the mattress, muffling your moans.

“Uh uh, don’t do that. Look into the mirror and let me hear you, baby. Let me hear those pretty sounds you make for papi,” he says as he slowly begins fucking you.

Turning your head to the side, you catch a glimpse of you two in the mirror. A particularly loud moan escapes you at the sight of him buried in you while he fucks into your sopping cunt, stroking your g-spot. The familiar mouthwatering sting of his cock causes tears to blur your vision.

“M-more, papi, more! Please!” You beg, needing more than the slow pace he’s going at. Suddenly, he’s ramming into you fast and hard, grunting with every thrust against your cervix as your cries fill the air.

“That hard enough for you? You like getting fucked like a slut, baby? Como una muñequita, like my little doll?” His hips snapping into yours, his balls slapping your clit with each thrust.

“Yes, papi, yes! Your little doll to use whenever you want, do anything you want with, papi!” You cry out on a choked sob, tears of pleasure streaming from your eyes. A tug of your hair elicits a high-pitched moan from you.

“I’m the luckiest man, bebita. Coming home to my girl cooking for me and letting me fuck her whenever I want, however I want. So fucking good for me, baby. So. Fucking. Good,” he moans loudly, his hips punctuating his words.

“Only for you, papi," you breathlessly whine. 

“That’s right, baby. Only for me. Cum for me, bebita. Wanna see you cum on my cock. Look in the mirror and look how pretty you are when you cum all over my cock, baby. Be a good girl for papi and cum, bebita,” he babbles.

You shift your gaze to the mirror again and the sight of him fucking you along with his words launch you into your climax, screaming as he grips your hips harder.

“Fill me up, papi. Stuff me full of your cum. Want it so bad, need your cum, papi, please,” you sob through your release. 

Thrusts growing sloppy as he fucks you through your high.

"Fuck!" He grunts as he coats your walls with his warm load, dribbling out of you and smearing between your thighs and onto your cunt.

Toppling over you, he remains inside as he rests his weight on top of you. Pants and the smell of sex linger in the air as he softens inside of you. He grunts as he pulls out, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder before padding into the bathroom.

Your limbs feel like jelly as you lay there, pliable and fucked out. Javier returns with a damp washcloth and kneels down to gently clean in between your legs, eliciting a soft hum from you.

He carefully flips you onto your back, delicately swiping at your mound, causing you to hiss at the contact - still sensitive from your back-to-back orgasms. 

“Lo siento, bebita,” he whispers, placing a tender kiss on your hip. “Estás bien, papi,” you softly tell him as you run your fingers through his hair. He goes to toss the washcloth into the laundry basket before coming to saddle beside you in bed.

Scooping you up in his embrace, he places a loving kiss on your forehead.

“I meant it, bebita,” his words making you perk up, your brows furrowed as you lock eyes with him, confused as to what he means.

“I’m the luckiest man and I don’t thank you enough, so… thank you, baby. I love you,” he rasps as he gazes into your twinkling eyes. Your features soften at his words, a small smile splaying onto your lips.

“No need to thank me, baby. I’m happy to do anything for you. I love you, Javi,” you whisper, cupping his face and drawing him in for a leisure kiss.

Your lips stay melded to one another’s for a moment until the sound of Javier’s growling stomach interrupts you two. You break the kiss as you burst into a fit of giggles.

“What?!” Javier asks, a smirk playing at his lips at the sound of your laughter. “I knew I should’ve stopped you when we almost burned dinner!” You laugh, playfully swatting his chest. A chuckle rumbles from within him, you lightly bounce on his chest as he laughs.

“We can order something, I know you’re tired, bebita. Don’t worry about it, okay?” He asks, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple.

“Okay.”

tag list: @nostalxgic @mandoisapunk @bastardmandennis @tinygarbage @party-hearses @pascalpvnk @daydreamingmiller @persephone-girl @harriedandharassed

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Fandom Observation Funny tags: One Piece Marines

Due to character limits, the funny tags post has had to be broken up into multiple parts

This post contains the tags for all the Marines plus Cipher Pol. I ran into a little issue with character limits again because someone, and they know who they are, got carried away with their love of smoker. At least they're entertaining, plus I don't mind. They're one of my favorite followers because of their tags

Admirals

Akainu: "The world's next top authoritarian," magma Daddy, "He makes donuts and I still love him" “akainu looks like a toxic yaoi seme in a yakuza story (this is hot) (100% would let him do to me what toxic yaoi semes do to poor unfortunate ukes)” “akainu is too wide and stiff. He'd probably loosen up if I gave him a blowjob but I wouldn't because he's ugly and a bad person” “I like scars.” “proof that a beard can change men” “yo sakazuki is hot PERIODT. However post-ts has a little goatee and that's fucking sexy as shit love that love you daddy sakazaddy yum” “My baby daddy looks hot in both versions though😍😍😍” “pre timeskip because he's only a cop then and not the head of all cops” “are people voting like literally hotter? cos that burgundy outfit has only been worn better by Doflamingo and the sakazuki camellia (like that’s its actual cutivar-synonymous with Sakazukiba apparently) like I’m guessing it’s the fire joke cos I love pink and red together and it’s one of the few redeeming features of akainu well he’s still got the camellia in the second but it’s striking in the first against the red” “reblogging bc this is the funniest picture of akainu ive ever seen bless u op reminds me of the ‘mom says it’s my turn on the xbox’ memes”

Fujitora: "fujitora yes plz that like calm collected way he fights makes me KNOW hed take care of his partner real good", "have you seen how he slurps his noodles? I just know he could eat me out in ways I could never imagine"

Kizaru: “We are losing but we are free Borsalino” “Borsi Baby” “

Sengoku: “Sengoku is no villain” “Don't think he gets enough love especially since he's probably packing”

Ryokugyu: "I'm a sucker for plant/earth based powers, can't help it. Plus he's got the lovely shirt allergy. And he is genuinely better looking than Volcano Gru.” “

Shockingly, no Kuzan yet if anyone would like to change that

Vice admirals

Doll: “not to be a marinefucker but if doll doesn't win i call conspiracy” “VOTE VICE ADMIRAL DOLL she'll punch you so hard your grandparents will feel it but thats kinda hot so” “doll is stupidly hot hot take shes hotter than boa”

Garp: “garp all the way his scottish accent does it for me and the salt and pepper look” “Objectively? Garp. However he loses points for being a pig” “uh oh i have gender envy for garp but” “I just have to clarify, because I went through the tags. That is not a Scottish accent you're hearing from Garp, it's Welsh. Vincent Regan is Welsh, which is still a Celt but completely different from a Scottish. For starters, you can understand him and that is the biggest hint that it's not Scottish you will ever get.” “monkey d garp should show me what the d in his name stands for” “garp lost this because y'all are FUCKING COWARDS don't worry gramps i got ya

Smoker: "Smokedaddy", "Smokestack. 'Ole Smokey. Smokin' Hot Smoker", "smokers allergy to keeping his Tits covered compels me", "i do love smoked sausage i'm sorry i'll see myself out", "smoker he's just so beefy like fuckkk and he's like almost 40 i just wanna be smokers lil housewife", "smoker is a beautiful lesbian to me", "smoked sausage I just *know* he's got more to work with than a cocktail weenie", "SMOKEYBEAR PAPA SMOKE MY KING i would smoke him like a chimney if you're pickin up what I'm putting down wink wink nudge nudge he really would kill my lungs but it'd be a fun time", "SMOKER PAPUCHO RICO I NEED HIM", "smoker is solid (despite being made of smoke)", "smoker. smo-yan. ultimate "guy who is allergic to wearing shirts" and honestly? he's so right for that. he needs to show off his tits! in a one piece man boob ranking he's coming number 2 (after crocodile) i said this in dms earlier today but it needs to be released to the world "fat d*ck fat tits fat ass he has it all" smoker is PACKINNNNN in every way he's genuinely so attractive, even just considering him physically and look at his sexy facial scar also (beck also has one. very good) and his slicked back short hair.....not to mention the things that are very endearing about him personality wise - he does masculinity like NOBODY ELSE. genuinely NO ONE does it like him like. he's gruff but he has a very strong personal moral code and he really *does* care..... the man's a tsundere and he's never been cruel to those undeserving like in his introduction - kids bumps into him, spills ice cream on his pants YOU KNOW WHAT SMOKER SAYS? YK WHAT HE SAYS? "my pants ate your ice cream." KILL ME NOWWWWWW HES SO FUCKING HOT IM EATING MY OWN HANDS and then he GIVES THE KID MONEY TO BUY MORE ICE CREAM. jesus christ smoker big d*ick big tits big heart i fucking love him good god", "something something vague moaning sounds I would call him smokey just to provoke him",

Smoker continued: “daddy smoker you may not win any fights in op but you CAN win this poll <3” “Smoker there's zero competition sorry. i think i got pregnant just watching him in punk hazard.”  “Smoker? I hardly know 'er-” “gotta add to that wonderful smokersweep 👀✌️✨” “smoker for the voice and drive” “while i am usually a horny demented sex freak, smoker is cool because of his moral compass, the way he treats regular civilians, and the rack of cigs he keeps on him 24/7” “Why is Smoker attractive? Excuse me, he is 6'10 and exudes Daddy Dom energy, and due to his logia fruit, he comes with his own unique form of bondage. Smoke cuffs, anyone? I want to be his naughty little Marine or pirate, whatever he's into. I also think there could be some other kinky implications of his devil fruit, but I won't get into it here. I'm already gladly going to horny jail for this” “SINCE WHEN WAS SMOKER 6'10???” “That intro should be enough to persuade anyone. That Smoker is the bestest boy. Then post time skip he became the beefiest boy” "Listen. Smoker's a big muscular man who's canonically good with kids. He also refuses to NOT walk around bare chested” “can he stub those cigars out on me. please. please. plea- [comically large piano falls on me, cutting off my speech]” “a part two to my smoker defense, now that ive been given permission to talk about his dick: the man is the definition of a service dom. he could be mean, sweet, whatever you want. whatever you *need*. as others have mentioned, he's tall as fuck. he's built like a brick shithouse. he could manhandle you, fuck you against a wall, hold you up in front of a mirror, countless other positions... and the smoke. position awkwardness is no longer a thing. your partner can't reach something? not anymore ! smoke hand ! and, of course, the gags, the handcuffs, the blindfolds.... all made of smoke.... is it not intimate, to have restraints be made of your partners own powers? i'm not even into daddy kink but if he asked me to call him that? i'm down. would do anything for this man / would let this man do anything to me. also just look at him and tell me his dick's not as thick as a beer ca- [i am pushed into oncoming traffic]” “come on. you can't look me dead in the eye and tell me you don't think smoker would make a great father. Due to this, i would gladly let him rail me into a wall while im gagged with his smoke until im stuffed fuller than luffy during his fight with croco in alabasta.” “wdym I'm older than Smoker ??!!” “He's a gruff tough guy who if a girl walks into him and drops her ice cream, he'll buy her extra scoops.” “hes buff hes gruff he wont take no guff hes got the right stuff” “I just yelled so loud bc smoker? a baddie? I mean I guess but 😭😭😭” “if smoker is a villain then by god im fucking the evil hes not a villain???? hes my babygirl. who im going to get pregnant or the other way around im not picky” (Note: 70% or more of the smoker section was made up of tags by one person. That person was @badtzbot. If you want to thank them)

Tsuru: “tsuru is a queen” “im gonna be so honest with you. six-foot-eight gilf appreciation hours” “tsurus so hot gilf of all time”

Other Marines

Helmeppo: “y'all are sleeping on helmeppo” “everyone forgot about a certain sword scene mhmm you fools”

Hina: “it's hina 100% hello? have you heard her voice?? also she smokes (not hot to me irl. very hot in fiction)”

Koby: “Koby tf?? Hr got them sad wide eyes n I love that for him He's like a pink baby cat I wanna squeeze n hug him”

Tashigi: “i love tashigi i will forever love tashigi FUCK YOU GUYS she's my BABYGIRL !!!! how can you not fall for that autism sword rizz that heart of gold and strong moral compass she shares with smoker her cute little face….. she could probably benchpress me man shes probably super strong i want to take her out on a date and compliment her and fluster her and and and” “The Tashigi agenda is dying…”

Cipher Pol

Lucci: “good to see lucci and his stupid beard is in last place” “kind of want to be railed by his hybrid form so I have to vote for him”

Kaku: “if his nose is square does that mean his dick is too? just asking”

[confusedacenb]

Ya know what one last post for AAA and I think everyone who worked on the show did an amazing job. I think the problem is just the Marvel Format and that Marvel doesn't really know how to end anything cause they want every film/show to like connect with each other which causes honestly rushed endings that feel like they created more inconsistencies than nicely tying everything in the end. Y'know, like in no way did I go into the show for any sort of ships or anything. I loved all the character interactions and I think the first half of the season was really fun and put together in an interesting story. With like well developed characters, that had flaws, motivations, buildup and again development. I think that's why the ending feels so meh in comparison. Like in no way was it the worst and I can definitely logically see how they got to it from a logic stand-point. But like there are things that just make it so short of a good ending. Like Agatha's punishment which was I believe confirmed by Jac Schaefer (don't know if I spelled names correctly or if I have the info correct so feel free to correct me if I'm just wrong) was that she couldn't stop herself from killing Alice, but then she has like insane control over it in the finale like...? Am I insane for being confused by that. Also just how her son died in his sleep is a worse truth than being accused of selling him for the book of the Damned like I'm sorry I think the latter is far worse then the former. Lilia honestly had the best ending, in terms of following her character development. And like Alice's was tragic but I loved Rio being like "but you served your purpose, you protected" and Alice not being ready but still following death to the beyond. Also I liked Billy's character, there were times where I thought they could have handled him, and just the make shift coven dynamic better but I did think he made for an interesting story telling and narrative like hook if that makes sense.

And finally for the Vidarkness fans. Um... Just WTF, we were being hyped up on a centuries spanning love story and got none of it. Like I get the poeticness and that poeticness is beautiful... but like all we got of them was calling each other their loves, a declaration of hate and never wanting to see each other again, and a literal kiss of death. Like I didn't want them to just make out, I wanted to know the story there. But it just ended with no real story just how they came to be estranged and like what happened with Nicky between the both of them (which are essentially the same exact thing). Maybe I spoiled myself with Carmilla and Wynonna Earp. instead of being into OITNB (cause I swear this show was the start of the doomed lesbians trope never seen but can only assume cause I swear ever doomed sapphic lover always recommends that show to me)

Or maybe I'm just thinking about it too hard. This is my actual last post on the show cause of the post show depression and also cause I don't know what else to say. This has all been my opinion and I'm glad people found me agreeable or my commentary humorous enough for enjoyment. Have a lovely day everyone and may positive vibes lighten y'all's day.

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Together Bound In Madness - Part 7

Summary: There.....was...someone else…

A/N: This particular piece of work wasn’t meant to see the light of day and live its life in my WIP folder…it was supposed to….

Then I mentioned to @ken-dom that I might share and well…here we are…what can I say y'all? She’s mad encouraging and I love her dearly for it. Without her none of these would exist.

Y'all are getting an update because my internet Mama is the worst (read: best)

As always, this NSFW 18+ and has a few extra warnings attached; a kidnapping trigger warning being the biggest one, and approach this one with some caution….it’s consensual so it’s not technically rape, but the situation could make some uncomfortable.

The title comes from the Marianas Trench song The Killing Kind

Inspiration for this particular bit came from my recent rewatch of "You" on Netflix (Season 1 Episode 10 to be precise) See here (The first 2 mins or so) (Spoilers obvi)

Y'all should know by now I rarely post one shots…..so yeah, this will be multiple parts….I’m just not sure on the final tally yet. You can find previous parts here.

Enjoy my loves! <3 

He sat at an empty barstool, finding this idiot was easier than even he thought it would be. Day drinking like the real winner he was. 

He didn't even need to try, your male suitor, who had been so enamored with your lips. His lips. You were his. 

He spent no less than twenty minutes next to this man before he started talking about you. It became very clear very quickly you were nothing but a piece of ass, a conquest. 

The moment this waste of skin stood from the barstool, he saw red. Immediately pulling himself up from his own stool, following him out into the street. 

***

You jumped hearing his keys outside the door as he opened it, stepping over the threshold. 

You gasped, for the second time in as many days, his typically white jacket was stained dark red. 

“God…please no” you whispered softly, dropping your gaze as he came to stand in front of you. 

His shoes were blood spattered, you looked up slowly, your eyes taking in his blood streaked jeans, his stained shirt, his soaked jacket. 

“What did you do?” You whispered, finally meeting his eyes. “Tell me you didn't”

He stood in front of you, his face emotionless and unreadable before he spoke with a small shake of his head. He reached behind you, snapping the zip ties apart; you winced, moving your arms in front of you, stiff from being held back for so long. “I can't”

You gasped, feeling like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs as you broke down sobbing. 

He reached a bloody gloved hand to cup your cheek and you flinched away as fresh tears streamed down your cheeks. 

He sank to his knees in front of you. His gloved hands resting on your thighs. “I did this for you,” he spoke softly “He wasn't good for you,” he reasoned, “You should have heard the things he said…”

“You killed someone!” You sobbed, your voice braking with emotion as you pushed his hands off your thighs and you got to your feet, desperate to put space between you. 

Your breath caught in your throat when his bloodied hand closed around your equally bloodied wrist. You ripped it free from his grasp and took a few more steps backward as he got to his feet. 

“You, are insane,” you cried trying to inconspicuously make your way towards the door. “The thing I need protection from is you!”

His shoulders dropped and he looked visibly hurt by your words. It almost made you laugh out loud. 

“What?!” Your anger getting the better of you “You wanted me to be grateful that you kidnapped me?!” You screamed, not giving him a chance to answer before you continued. “That you've been holding me captive here for God knows how long?!” 

When he still didn't speak you continued. “What did you want to hear?! That I love you?!” Your voice cracked again with effort as you strained your vocal chords. “You're sick,” you swallowed hard, taking a breath. “You need help” your voice had dropped to a shaky whisper. “I hate you”

That had been like a knife to the gut. Everything he had done had been for you. To protect you and keep you safe from people like that Facebook guy. And you had just lumped him in with the likes of them. 

His blood boiled at the thought; how dare you accuse him of being anything like that.

He stalked forward, quickly closing the distance you had tried to put between you, but still kept his distance. 

You glared at him, standing your ground; your heart still pounding in your ears. You parted your lips, taking  a slow deep breath. 

“You’ll never be like him,” you spoke; surprised your voice was coming out even and steady. A single tear slipped down your cheek. “You’re not half the man he was” 

“You don’t mean that” he shook his head slowly, continuing to close the distance. 

You grit your teeth, your eyes laser focused on his movement “Like hell I don’t” 

In a flash, his hands grabbed both your wrists, slamming you against the door, knocking the wind from your lungs, pinning your arms over your head, your knuckles rapping against  the wood. Again, you fought to keep your voice even; you were certain your heart pounding in your chest was going to give you away regardless. He leaned closer, his bloody body pressed against yours; his breath hot next to your ear. 

You winced in pain as his hands squeezed your wrists, but kept quiet. 

His nose pressed against your cheek. “Did you let him touch you?”

You took a sharp breath in through your nose. “N-no” 

He let go of your wrists, his open palm slapping against the door. Making you jump, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“You're lying” his voice was harsh, but only loud given its proximity to your ear. 

“So what if I am,” you snapped 

He slapped you hard across the face and before you could think twice about your actions, you struck him back. 

He gripped both your aching wrists in one of his hands; the other shoving between your legs as his knee forced your thighs apart.   

Your cheek burned and his was bright red. His fingers work the soft fabric of the pyjama pants against your naked clit. 

You bit your lips together and immediately released them; both were swollen and sore. 

“Does he tongue fuck you well enough for you to brag to your friends about it?” 

“Better,” you grit your teeth, fighting back the moan that threatened to spill from between your lips “He didn't need me to tell them’

You slammed your head back against the door with a loud thud as his bare hand slid inside the loose fitting pants around your waist. You hadn't even realized he had taken his gloves off. 

Without so much as a breath of warning, his fingers plunged inside you, making your knees buckle, your hand instinctively grabbing his shoulder for support with a gasp. 

You tried to squeeze your thighs together to no avail. 

“Did he tell you how beautiful you look when you're fighting not to come unraveled?” He whispered, leaning forward to scrape his teeth along the line of your jaw 

You squeezed your eyes shut, bucking your hips into his hand. “You’re fucking pathetic"

“And you're dripping down my hand” he whispered “I bet he never saw you like this”

Your eyes locked on his and he raised an eyebrow and you whimpered loud, going limp in his arms as he curled his fingers deep inside you. 

Your hands wedged between your bodies, yanking the button on his jeans open, shoving them off his hips. A guttural moan as his cock sprang free, his fingers never stopped moving. 

Your hand streaked with the sticky, drying blood on the waistband of his jeans, the open zipper biting into your own raw bleeding skin of your wrist, palming his pulsing length. 

You whimpered, breathing hard, crying out against his mouth as he bit down hard enough on your bottom lip to draw blood. 

You gasped as he pulled his hand from the confines of your pants before pulling them off. His short fingernails biting into the back of your thigh as he wrapped your leg around his waist. Before he pulled your hand from inside his jeans, slamming your wrists against the door; his fingers lacing together with yours. 

He thrust forward, making the door rattle in its frame, again your head banging against it as you threw your head back, screaming towards the ceiling.  He caught you before you could fall to the floor, both your legs now wrapped firmly around his middle. 

He pulled away from the door, his arms wrapping around your back as your arms dropped around his shoulders. Your hips thrusting, desperate to feel the friction between you. 

His weight came down on top of you as you landed on the bed, your legs came free from his hips, your heels digging into the mattress as you thrust your hips up into his, moaning shamelessly as you braced one hand against the headboard. The entire bed shifted as he thrust harder. 

You screamed as he bit down hard into your neck. He moaned against your skin, his cock twitching inside you. 

The hand not braced against the headboard, fisted in his hair, pulling hard before he moved to look down at you underneath him.  

“You're a sick fuck” you breathed hard. 

“And you're not going to have to finish yourself on the bathroom floor” he smirked. 

The hand pushing against the headboard flew to slap him hard across the face. 

He had hardly flinched, his blue eyes flared; a deep growl in the back of his throat sent a shiver through your body. Your shrill scream filled the room as his teeth sank into the other side of your neck. Arousal jolting through your entire body. 

“You’re mine” he growled against your ear. “No one else's”

His hips snapped against yours as your hand dropped from his hair, only for him to immediately lace your fingers together, pinning your hand to the mattress. 

You didn't answer, just whimpered and writhed underneath him. Your hand squeezing his; you gasped as his lips smashed against yours, your tongue twisting together with his as you moaned against his mouth. 

He peeled his lips from yours and you gasped for air. “Say it” 

You shook your head and his hand reached to  squeeze your throat firmly.  

“Now”

You glared at him as his hand squeezed, easing only enough so you could speak. 

“No”  His weight was heavy on top of you as he shifted. That hadn't been the answer he expected, or wanted. 

He tipped his head with a frown

His entire body felt like you had set him ablaze. 

His hand landed heavy on your cheek and you winced before letting out a heavy breath running your tongue between your swollen lips with a raised eyebrow. 

You grit your teeth, squeezing your eyes shut as your body jerked with the force of his efforts; his cock still buried inside you. 

You were fighting everything inside you to keep your orgasm at bay, purely out of spite. You weren't in the best position to make him angry, but fuck. The jealousy practically seeping from his pores over an old high school boyfriend who lived firmly in senior year where he'd peaked was stirring something in your gut, wanting to see just how far you could push. 

He pinned your arms over your head, using your own body as his leverage, his full weight on your wrists making your arms ache down through your elbows. The sting of your wounds familiar at this point, simply adding to your arousal. 

You hated him, this complete fucking stranger. 

The hot neighbour

He had kidnapped you and ripped you from your life. 

But this is your fantasy….isn't it? You’ve watched him for months.

Not like this; you had just observed him when the opportunity presented itself; he had stalked you. Kidnapped you. 

And yet….

You whimpered as he growled next to your ear, his teeth biting hard enough to pierce skin. The sharp sting quickly soothed by his warm tongue, making you shiver. 

He was absolutely fucked in the head. This wasn't normal. 

Normal is overrated

He had murdered someone. Probably more than once…

You don't know for sure….

There was no denying it. He was covered from head to toe in someone else's blood. 

And now so are you…and he's SO good at-

A shudder rocked your entire frame as you fought the urge. It was getting harder and harder. 

You gasped, fingernails biting into the palms of your own hands as you felt yourself being filled with his hot, thick release; his tongue filling your mouth as he rode out his orgasm and you broke, nearly biting through his lip as a strangled, muffled moan came from you. 

“Tell me” he whispered, his lips moving against yours.

Still you shook your head, your lips moving against his. “No”

You cried out as his fingernails purposefully dug into your raw flesh before he pulled from inside you, forcing your legs apart before putting himself between them. You barely had time to recover, your breath catching in your throat as he thrust two of his fingers inside your throbbing core. 

Immediately pumping in and out, making you twist in the sheets, trying to escape the onslaught. Both your hands reached between your legs, fighting to pull his hand away. His free hand closes around both of your wrists with ease, keeping them still as his fingers thrust harder. 

You threw your head back against the pillow letting out a desperate cry. “G-god p-p-please”

Your bottom lip trembled as you fought against your primal instincts trying not to come unraveled again. But then he-

“Finish” he snapped, the two fingers buried inside you as far as he could get them, curled with a precision that made your orgasm jolt through your body, your hands flying to fist the sheets underneath you as you arched off the bed; a loud, desperate “FUCK” cracking from your throat. 

And still he kept going. 

He lowered himself between your thighs, looking up as you tried in vain to push him back. Your last orgasm had barely subsided as he pushed your weak legs apart. 

He leaned forward, his warm breath on your over sensitive core making you jump before he locked eyes with you. 

“Say it” he commanded

You opted for silence; much to his delight. 

He licked a hot stripe up your centre, making you cry with pleasure. If his weight hadn't had them pinned, your legs would have snapped around his head. 

You panted desperately as his warm skilled tongue lapped between your folds; his fingers bruising your thigh as he kept your legs spread wide. Your hands fisted his blond hair, your nails intentionally finding purchase in his scalp as you pulled hard on the fine strands between your fingers. 

He moaned loud, it echoing between your thighs, vibrating against your overstimulated core, making you whine, thrusting against him. He liked it; of course he did, he was a fucking masochist. 

You pulled harder on his hair, simply to elicit that delicious hum that made your legs feel like jello. Still though, you refused to give him what he had wanted; you whimpered, and gasped, and hummed, but those two words…

Again, you thrust your hips, shameless noises spilling from your lips. Your breath hitched in your throat as his tongue circled over that bundle of nerves. You moaned in the back of your throat, as you felt your bottom lip split open, trapped between your teeth. The coppery tang of your blood pricking your tongue as he fucked you with his. 

He licked and sucked like you were the most delectable thing to ever touch his taste buds. He came up for air, giving you the briefest second of relief. His lips were wet and bright red, his chin glistening with your slick. You shivered, your body recovering only slightly before he started again, making you grit your teeth as you jerked forward; a knee-jerk response, but you wanted more, you needed more. Your abs clenched as he looked up, fixing his eyes on you as his tongue continued its assault. Another shiver quaking through your body, your next orgasm threateningly close. He was like a starved man eating his last meal. You squeezed your eyes shut, as your core clenched; like it was straining to reach your peak and it was just out of reach. You filled your lungs with oxygen, not realizing you’d been holding your breath. Your whole body instinctively relaxed and all at once, your orgasm shot from your core like an explosion right through to your fingertips. His hair in your hands subjected to the onslaught of your pleasure as you gasped out sobs; a mixture of pleasure and of sheer relief as tears streamed down your cheeks and he feasted on everything you gave him. 

You collapsed on the mattress, desperate to take a full breath but your lungs refused; your body simply shaking uncontrollably with the aftermath as you released his hair from between your fingers. 

You had never been absolutely ravished or worshiped like that ever. The thought made your cheeks burn hot as you still fought to catch your breath. He had been peppering your entire body with kisses; like something in him had flipped like a switch. 

He braced himself over you as you shuddered, swallowing hard. The intensity of his gaze making you avert yours. His strong hand gripping your jaw firmly, forcing it back before he leaned forward, his tongue gliding slowly over the split in your lip before claiming your mouth in a possessive kiss…and you let him; melting into the sheets underneath you as his weight came down heavy on top of you; your arms to weak to push him off, your body too weak to protest…not that you would have. 

You’d be lying if you said his undivided attention didn’t stir something inside you. He made you feel wanted. He made you feel desired. The thought alone made your aching core throb with a seemingly insatiable need. 

When he had finally climbed from on top of you, you swallowed hard, your body finally able to relax. Forcing your eyes to stay open felt like the hardest task, but you had managed long enough to take notice that you were streaked with blood. Your t-shirt, your thighs, your hands; especially the one you'd had down the front of his jeans. Your eyes slipped closed as you succumbed to your exhaustion, trying hard not to think about what you'd just done…or worse, that you had maybe enjoyed it. 

[werrrrrd]

CHARLES XAVIER X READER/OC pt.1

SUMMARY: May is a Mutant. She wishes she wasnt. She has the ability to control blood and after showing signs of aggression and poor control of her powers, her parents put her through treatment at an institution run by Doctor Shmidt. After going through horrendous things at the mutation corrective institution, she is forced to stay with Shaw, the man who put her through those things in the first place. Working with Shaw she explores the many things her powers allow her to do in mostly uncomfortable ways. She runs into Charles Xavier while his team tries to capture and detain Shaw and they have a stand off between the mutants on both sides. Charles and May have an immediate connection that neither can explain and try reason with themselves while also trying to find a way to be near each other. Despite the things that May has experienced and the punishment she will receive if she is caught, all she wants to do is help Charles. With so much happening, May isnt sure how this is going to work or if she can build up the courage to completely severe connections from Shaw to be with Charles

WARNINGS: shock therapy, manipulation, death, suicide, surgery is mentioned including an undetailed description, slight malnutrition, forcive murder, abuse of authority, blood, lots of blood since this is like her power, anger issues, aggression, mentions of murder as well as the actual murder, mind reading, OC is not very kind to herself, let me know if you notice any others. No sexual assault but definitely Shaw being creepy.

AN: First off, this story is VERY loosely based on x men first class and the happenings in that movie. I really don't regard what happens in the actual story line or the accuracy of setting or characters just because I felt like focusing on the romance plot line between May and Charles. I'm guessing you already know what the movie's plot is and you don't want to read another story that just follows along those exact lines. I hope that this doesn't bother anyone. Second, this story has a very long prologue. I wanted to give the character more backstory so that she could be better explained and her behaviors and tendencies made more sense to y'all. I hope that this does not discourage you from reading cause she's pretty cool. Of course you could skip the prologues and read the part where she actually interacts with Charles if you'd like but the prologue helps enrich the story so I hope you do read it. My OCs name is May but of course you could read it as a reader insert if you like, I didn't really describe her too much so this wouldn't be too hard to do. I honestly didn't put too much effort into writing it because I wanted to get it all out before I lost motivation. If you notice spell issues or parts that don't make sense feel free to let me know but most likely I will not be doing anything about it. Bear with me, there are plot points that don't really connect but please ignore because like I said if i don't get this out like RIGHT NOW, I will lose interest and ill have this whole thing that doesn't have an ending and that makes me sad. ANNEEYYWAYYS Tehe! Please enjoy

PROLOGUE I

I grew up in a home that didn't blame me for my mutation. It wasn't my fault that I was the way I was. My parents loved me but that doesn't mean they fully accepted who I was. They said that there was a perfectly good girl just waiting to be cured of my mutation. I fully believed the same. I was sick and the only thing that would make me better was to get rid of the mutation. They didn't really try any treatments until I began losing control. Whenever my sisters would tease me about my mutation I could feel the fury growing. Soon enough I couldn't take it anymore and would use my abilities to make them stop talking. The first time I ever did it my oldest sister Maxine was poking and prodding me

"Mom wishes you were normal, she's embarrassed because you're a freak," she whispered in my ear while we sat together eating breakfast. She was young and didn't really mean it. But I was young and I didn't know that yet.

 In the middle of her next sentence she felt her jaw clamp shut and her voice stop suddenly. Something she had not done herself. Full of fear she burst into tears and ran to my mother. I used my powers to keep her mouth shut but they must have understood what was happening. Soon my mom came into the room with my sister behind her. My mom raised her hand and slapped me, tears springing to my eyes.

"You know better! If you let your disease control you then you will never be fixed!!" She screamed at me. "Now let your sister speak." She pulled Max up towards me. Her eyes were wide and scared but she also looked satisfied. She had pushed me to do what would get me in trouble.

 Serves her right. I thought, my anger still prominent. Hot tears left my eyes as I let her move her mouth again. It fell open and she whimpered and put her hands on her jaw 

"That hurt!" She cried and then pushed my back against the dinner table, before going to my mother who wrapped her arms defensively around Max. 

"Your deformity is hurting your family," my mother said to me. I could feel my face heat up in embarrassment and I ran to my room crying, wishing I was normal like the rest of my sisters. 

After that and a couple other instances where I couldn't control my temper my parents enrolled me in experimental mutation elimination programs. This is where I met Shaw, or Doctor Schmidt. And where I met Louise. 

My parents dropped me off at the White hospital looking building that was only one floor but seemed to wind around like a maze on the inside. I said a quick goodbye to my sisters before they rushed me into the care of the doctors and scientists there. They seemed a little relieved to be rid of me but I told myself that it wasn't true.

"Meet Louise, your roommate. Please let me know if you need anything at all, girls." The woman left the room, shutting the door carefully. 

"Hey, call me Lou," she said, holding out her hand. 

"May," I took her hand "nice to meet you" 

"What's your mutation?" She asked as I walked to set my bag down on the small wooden chair in the corner of the room. 

"Oh umm, I can control blood in a few different ways." I said 

"Like what?" She said, I explained to her that I could control people's body's by moving the blood inside them.

"Wow, promise you'll never use that on me. That's an ugly mutation." She told me 

"I know. I won't."

"Not as ugly as mine." She pointed to her face. It was littered with thick black stripes which I saw were on her hands and arms as well. 

"What can you do?" I asked carefully 

"Watch," she said. I looked around nervously. We weren't supposed to show our mutations to anyone. Or use them at all. But I watched as she bent and twisted into the most beautiful red and orange tiger I had ever seen. Her black stripes matched the ones that were on her human form. I blinked and in just a moment she had already changed back. 

"Wow," I whispered. 

"My mom thought I had been eaten by a tiger when she first saw me like that. It was only after she called animal control that I had changed back. Back then I hadn't started showing my stripes, kinda like baby tigers don't. Anyways after they got dark my mom couldn't hide my mutation anymore. We've tried a hundred different treatments to get rid of it."

"Nothing worked?" I asked 

"Nothing." She said. In her eyes I could see the exhaustion. "my mom doesn't even look at me anymore, my dad left the moment my stripes showed." 

I swallowed. "Maybe this time it'll work and we can be normal." I said. 

"I hope so." She whispered hopefully. 

Soon after this me and Lou became like sisters. She understood me. She never teased me for my mutation even though we both wanted to cure ourselves of them. We laughed till our ribs hurt in bed while everyone else slept. For the first week we only got to know the scientists and doctors working there. Shaw being the head of planning, I didn't see him much back then. The scientists were mostly nice to us. It seemed they wanted to help us just as much as we wanted to be fixed.

After that we began shock treatments. 

"May, please put your hands flat out on the table in front of you." I heard through the intercom. I did so avoiding the wires and straps that were attached to my body and temples. A man sat in front of me with his hands flat on the table like mine. He stared at me in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. 

"Jared, begin" the voice said.

The man across from me began tapping his pointer finger on the metal desk. 

"May, all we need you to do is use your mutation to stop his fingers."

"What?" I asked "I thought I wasn't supposed to use it" confusion fizzled in my head and I looked at the mirror to my right. 

"Please may, all you need to do is use your mutation and we will use the shocks to train it out of your body."

"Will it hurt?" I was scared. 

"..." There was a long pause before "if we want it to work, then it must." 

I took a deep breath before looking back at the man in front of me, his eyes were full of hatred. 

"Please begin." The voice insisted. 

I took another breath before using my hands to stop the blood in his hands. Fear flashes in his eyes as his fingers stop tapping. He glanced between me and his fingers. His fingers twitching slightly as he tried to resist my control.

Suddenly a jolting shock shook me out of my focus. Pain shot through me like a wave. I squirmed in my chair and my hips lifted from the seat to try and get the shock out of me. I whimpered loudly and my eyes screwed shut. It lasted only a few seconds though.

When it stopped I looked up panting at the man in front of me. His face was turned into a sick smile and his finger was tapping again. 

The voice returned, "Please go again."

[naviculariis]

Okay so. Serious post time. I'm gonna put this entire thing under a cut, but I'm also gonna post some TWs here: medical malpractice, uncertain diagnoses, family trauma / drama, grief, anxiety rambles???

But I am gonna take like. A semi-hiatus, just so I can catch up on what I owe.

I haven't talked about this over here, or on Tumblr in general. Only one person who follows me here knows about this bc we're friends on another platform.

So.

Y'all have noticed, my days don't follow a set schedule. I've been unemployed since my campus suddenly closed with very little warning back in '22. Immediately after that closing, we took a small trip to MS to be with family for Christmas, and that trip was... Bad. And on the 1st of last year, I had an accident- i was taking down Christmas lights and fell and busted open my head. I had an untreated, late diagnosed concussion thar no one really... followed up on, and have had slight memory loss even now from it.

So I couldn't work until my head healed up from that.

But that's not the medical thing. That is my mother. In October 2021, my mother went in for a routine stint placement that resulted in loss of almost total blood flow to her left leg for 36 hours. They almost had to amputate, she almost died on the table twice, she was hospitalized for a year. ( we've tried the legal route, but because the doctor never admitted fault on paper, he cannot be held liable & suing hospitals is... Difficult. Even though she has permanent damage, can no longer feel anything below the knee, and has to wear a brace to walk. ) My mother already had a weak heart to begin with due to years of smoking + cardiac disease. This was the first nail, essentially. This damaged her heart... a lot.

Back to the concussion. 4 days after my concussion, she had a massive heart attack that nearly killed her. She flatlined twice on the table. It was after this that we got confirmation that she is in congestive heart failure. My grandfather died from it. It's

... It's hard. We don't know which stage she's in because her cardiologist won't tell us, but we think she's in stage 2, or maybe 3. We don't know. But because of this, I am the one who takes care of 95% of everything around the house & outside. I do lawncare, I do the planting, I do the garden. She can do a lot, still, but when her heart gets going- it's painful. So I've been her caretaker since 2021 when the initial accident happened.

My grandmother is nearly 90 and has... Many health problems but somehow is also doing better than most folks I know. She's a mystery. And my aunt had a double knee surgery but somethings wrong with her knees, and they think the surgeries rejected, so she can't get around well or drive longer than an hour away. My grandmother no longer drives & isn't renewing her license. My mother can drive, but we don't want her to unless ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY.

So I'm the only one who can drive them around.

I have my own medical issues [ anxiety, depression, type 1 diabetes, cracked tailbone that never got treatment & is giving me hell for that- ]

So. Basically. A lot of my time isn't my time. And when I do have free time, I do try to write and chat as much as I can. At night, after I get mom to bed, I call my partner warner and we get a few hours together and then we have to go to sleep bc we're in a ldr & their timezone is an hour ahead of mine.

... I'm rambling.

It's just. It's hard sometimes. And a lot of the time I sort of sit on my back porch and cry because I'm doing this- physically- alone. Literally everyone else is 4+ hours away across the state. Or 9 hours south on the Gulf Coast, or 7 hours south in Louisiana.

I do try to stay on top of things the best I can, I really really do, but things slip through my fingers. I'm gonna try my best to get all caught up over this coming week, I think. But if my responses are delayed for threads, for discord messages- chances are, I'm busy with one of my lil ol' ladies.

On top of all of this, I live in a town of less than 900, the nearest city is 45 minutes in any direction, and the nearest BIG city is 2+ hours in any direction. Finding a job that isn't in Healthcare is impossible. And I have nothing against those who are in healthcare- I applaud you. But all of my trauma can be tied back to hospital ERs and any time I step foot into a hospital, I immediately have anxiety & can only hear the night we learned about my dad. So I physically cannot force myself to go into that field.

Which is... a whole other thing, this is getting too long. But I've been searching for a job for the past year and a half, have had 5 interviews, each one ended with "thanks for interviewing! However,". It's hard.

So I just.

My plate is a lil bit full. But I love writing. I love the rpc. It'sa comfort and a joy and I love meeting new friends and making new connections and I want to do this as long as I can but sometimes things get a little slow. That's all.

... anyways yeah. Semi hiatus. Cool.

[tealfling]

🔞NSFW alphabet🔞 ~ Syvaris

There's going to be lots of mention of his partner Dwylla who belongs to @faerunsbest

A- aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Syvaris is pudding afterwards. He puts in the work. So he likes to take a moment to bask in it and get some good cuddles in, but he knows they eventually need to clean up. He gets Dwylla whatever she needs: water, a snackie, a relaxing bathy where they can soak together and massage each other's big strong muscles. Then it's back to cuddle mode.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Syvaris has alot of body to choose from. If he had to choose it'd probably be his hands. They're so versatile.

On Dwylla it's hard to pick one part of a perfect body. Maybe something from her beautiful face. Like watching her eyes change expressions or her soft sweet mouth.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to make her come a lot and he makes a darn good creampie. Syvaris wouldn't normally blow his load on her, but if she asked, who is he to deny her?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Thank goodness for the ability to steel his mind as a monk or he would have cum far too quickly for his liking their first time.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Former fuck boy. Much like Halsin, Syvaris has had enough partners and experience to know exactly what he's doing. Syvaris knows how to hit or lick every spot to get her arching, shaking, and spasming around him. Dwylla's getting dicked down good y'all.

F = Favorite position 

Alright so, it might seem like Syvaris likes a good ol'missionary position with lots of eye contact and easy access to Dwylla's face and mouth, for kissing and check ins-- because he does..no doubt. It affords him all that and allows him to use his body to cage Dwylla in so that she feels safe, but he also really likes when she rides him bc that means she's comfortable enough with him and their surroundings to give herself that moment. She also looks really hot bouncing on his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Syvaris is a huge goof ball. There are moments that call for seriousness and reverence sure, but he and Dwylla have a lot of silly, giggley sex too. Especially if something funny happens in the moment. They're going to laugh and not let it kill the mood.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don't think tieflings have a lot of body hair, but Syvaris has immaculate hygiene. He's got nice long silvery hair in that cunty little man bun that's great for pulling.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's very attentive and in the moment. Syvaris is a big romantic softie and utterly obsessed with Dwylla. Lots of kisses and eye contact. Whispering praises. Checking to make sure she feels good.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Syvaris doesn't do a lot of that now that he and Dwylla are having frequent sex. But he probably needed to handle himself once or twice before they started sleeping together. But now they do it together.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise or Cockwarming

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Probably their house. But really anywhere. ANY. WHERE. No place is sacred.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He's a horny (former) fuck boy. It doesn't take much to get him going. Dwylla's really hot though and they were basically verbally edging each other with teasing for days before they finally got it in. Dwylla will probably eventually have him trained down to a phrase or a look. She's free to have him whenever she pleases and he's happy to serve.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Syvaris would never do anything that inflicts pain, degradation, or makes him look intimidating. Nothing that resembles or could be interpreted as violence or abuse. He's a big soft boy. It's why he always refused to be a soldier. These are hard lines especially when it comes to being physical with Dwylla. She's suffered enough violence and physical pain. She will never know anything but softness and pleasure by his hand. Dwylla deserves to be worshipped and Syvaris is on his knees.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Let me tell you. Syvaris dives in FACE FIRST. The man eats and breathes, lives and dies between the thighs, okay? If not meant to eat pussy, why blessed with a FORKED TONGUE? He's all up in there. Syvaris can be a messy eater, but he likes to lick his messes clean. He always starts off by making Dwylla cum on his tongue at least once. He really enjoys when she grabs his horns to pull him into her to grind on or if she has to use them for support while she rides his face. Syvaris doesn't leave that holy place until her thighs snap shut or she pushes him off. And if he dies, his last meal was worth it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the mood. He likes taking his time. Syvaris' main goal is Dwylla's pleasure and comfort, so he likes to spend lots of time enjoying the moment. He also knows he's a lot to take and doesn't want to hurt her so Syvaris doesn't tend to go in for the pile drive unless Dwylla tells him to fuck her senseless.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) 

While his preferences are the long nights tangled in their bed, Syvaris is no stranger to quickies. It's not uncommon at all for him and Dwylla to steal away for a quickie whenever the mood strikes them. Dwylla's been bent over and pressed up against so many things in so many places. They're probably doing it somewhere right now. No where is sacred. No. Where.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment?)

As long as no one is at risk of getting hurt, or it doesn't cross a boundary, Syvaris is game to try anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Energizer Bunny. Syvaris is a monk. His physical stamina, off the charts. But his monk training also affords him methods to center and ground his mind. He could last all night, but that's no fun. He's got to get several rounds in at least.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Syvaris is indifferent to the idea of toys. Whether they are owned or used is completely up to Dwylla. He considers himself her toy in a way, considering what he's packing and his tail doesn't feel like he needs anything else.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease. Alot of verbal teasing went on between Syvaris and Dwylla before they got physical. They both do their fair share of teasing in public. Depending on what sort of mood Syvaris is in that will continue to the deed where he can draw things out.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

Syvaris isn't very loud. He makes breathy moans, groans, and panting noises. And he likes to whisper husky praises in Dwylla's ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Syvaris is basically free use for Dwylla and she has them spending a lot of their 'down time' cockwarming.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

The big dick energy™ just doesn't come from his personality. He's literally on the verge of monster cock between his natural size, the tiefling ribbed for her pleasure/ridges, and knot. He's a lot to take in, but Dwylla takes him so well ~~

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. They can't keep it in their pants. It's how they show affection and express their feelings. And that's not including the tiefling heat/rut cycles.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not too quickly. He has a lot of stamina and likes to cuddle. Whenever they're finally done and ready for bed, he pulls Dwylla close so they can talk and Syvaris either rubs her back or caresses her face until they fall asleep.

[daemon-in-my-head]

OC profile: Ellifain

Got tagged by @wafflerageface (ty 💕), @sakurainhellagain @asteriasfallingstarsandtears @kawareo have fun if y'all want, or those that want to do this feel tagged rn

Basics

Full name: Yeah, about that, do you want the alias, the name he went with mainly or the true name? I might've gone overboard here. Ellifain is an alias he uses cuz reasons, the name he's registered as a citizen with and the one his family gave him would be Fionnlagh Starym, there's a whole ass backstory about his name, why he isn't using it, if he ever uses it again etc but too much for here. Feel free to ask though. Oh but, Gortash kinda knows his name? Listen y'all it's complicated. I like it when they suffer.

Gender: Male but is too busy having an identity crisis to care for it

Sexuality: aspec

Pronouns: he/him/they, doesn't really care for the same reason as above though

Other

Father: biological; Bhaal, adopted; Anfalen Starym

Mother: biological; Bhaal(?), adopted; Saelihn Starym

Siblings: biological; Sarevok Anchev, adopted; Elanil Starym. Orin is just a niece, she's not Bhaals kid (though he does treat her like a sister)

Birthplace: praise the vague canon, I suppose he was created in Gehenna before Bhaal dropped him like a hot stone in the Gate

Job: Cult leader

Phobias: being viewed as Faithless or False, the cold

Guilty Pleasures: 'artistic' worship, dancing, sitting in the sun like a lizard, playing with Cadis

Alignment: neutral evil with chaotic tendencies

Sins: vivisections, murder, extortion, blackmail, skipping the fine prints, skipping work, arrogance, do you need the whole list or does this suffice?

Virtues: protectiveness (he's really not a good guy)

This or That

Introvert/Extrovert: Extroverted introvert(?), prefers to keep to himself or his small group of people he does not hate, but can be charming and extroverted in a rather manipulative fashion if duties require

Organized/Disorganized: Organized, not thanks to Scels help

Close-Minded/Open-Minded: Very open-minded, for better or worse. Please stop eating people that's not a balanced diet.

Calm/Anxious/Restless: Restless, can't sit still for 5 minutes. Needs to fiddle with something if he's not occupied

Disagreeable/Agreeable/In-Between: In-Between, will hear you out but if he considers your idea to be foolish he will call you out and become incredibly stubborn about it

Cautious/Reckless: Reckless. Does not give a damn as long as only he's involved, if others could be put into unfortunate situations however he'll reconsider and be somewhat careful. If he likes them that is

Patient/Impatient/In between: Patient, he'll get what he wants eventually, one way or another

Outspoken/Reserved/In between: Reserved, he will not talk or say more than he has to in order to convey his point. Local tyrants hate this trick.

Leader/Follower/Flexible: Flexible but prefers to lead

Empathetic/Unempethic/In between: In between, tries his best to be empathic but some things he simply can't comprehend or refuses to cuz of his own past

Traditional/Modern/In between: In between, mainly traditional but isn't afraid of introducing new things to the cult or his life

Hard working/Lazy: Hard working, solely cuz he avoids sleep and can't sit still for 5 minutes. Lounging is his archenemy

Relationships

OTP: Gortash. Duh. Though things happened with a certain Drow in between

BrOTP: Astarion, platonic murder worsties, finally an elf that doesn't look at his appearance with disdain cuz they're the same in that regard. Lae'zel is cool too, they could share beautiful moments of identity crisis together

NOTP: Shadowheart, she's a constant painful reminder of the memories he's lost, oddly enough something he'd rather forget (his whole stick is running from uncomfortable truths lol) edit; also he has that whole Sehanine and moon bit going on so Shart thought he's a selunite, didn't go well for either of them lmao

[kinkandkreep]

Hello at your opinion what would be he is type of woman of Connor ? :)

My first Connor request! Thanks for sending this in hun. 😁 Feel free to send in more Connor requests y'all, my ask box is open!

Also, y'all do let me know if any of this comes off as offensive, as nothing of the sort was my intention.

Ratonhnhaké:ton’s Type: 

So, what is Connor’s type?

Well, I can tell you right off the bat that Connor, while possessing standards, isn’t exactly what you’d call picky

Now, that is not at all to say that he’ll just take anybody

I mean come on, he’s way too hot and amazing to be desperate in that sense 🙃

I just mean to say that he looks more at the inward than outward appearance 

Because he’s well aware, looks can be and often times are deceiving 

Now that that’s established, let’s move on to what he typically looks for in a potential wife 

External Traits/Characteristics:

Connor does have his preferences, and while not all are deal breakers exactly, there are some things he would really prefer his girlfriend/wife to have 

He would like someone who is more independent, but not to the point where she becomes the second man of the house

Independence for him is important because, while he does plan on settling down at some point (and preferably sooner rather than later), his work for now requires that he be absent from the house for prolonged periods, and he would very much appreciate the peace of mind associated with knowing that his lady can fend for herself while he’s gone

On the flip side, a must have on his proverbial list is a woman who has good self-care habits

(In colonial times, Europeans had pretty poor hygiene, whereas Native Americans conversely took extra care of themselves. Connor is no exception.)

I always make mention of how much Connor cares about his hygiene, and he holds whoever he’s with to a similar standard 

To sum up, for Connor you don’t have to be vain, but you just can’t be slubborn

He also would appreciate someone who knows how to or is willing to learn how to manage a household, and isn’t so dainty that she can’t do anything beyond look cute

(Connor comes from a matriarchal society, where women primarily ran the show and still maintained their role as homemakers)

I said before that Connor will always be gentle with you, and he will, but he would just like it if you had only slightly toughened skin

Like, don’t be so hard that you’re impenetrable, but just enough that you won’t absolutely shatter at the first signs of trouble in the relationship

(Idk how many of y’all know anything about k-pop, but Connor is looking for someone who’s, in essence, Antifragile 😂) 

Connor would very much appreciate a woman who knows how to speak for herself 

Like, he’s more than willing and able to speak up for you if need be

I mean don’t get it twisted, he is by no means a punk 

But he would think it so hot if you were able to stand up for yourself when the occasion called for it

Another non-negotiable concerns the topic of children

Connor wants children, such that he truly couldn’t see himself maintaining a lasting relationship with a woman who didn’t

The difference in desires would be too much for Connor 

He wouldn’t want to come off as bothersome about the subject and potentially string you along, and he also wouldn’t want to waste his own time

And I’m debating whether or not to put this next one in the needs or wants but either way, Connor would very much like a woman who can appreciate silence

A woman who wouldn’t mind the two of you just quietly spending time together outside or curled up in front of the fireplace 

Speaking of outside…

Connor really thinks he’s gonna need someone who likes the outdoors to compliment him, but I personally don’t think that’s an absolute need, just a want 

If you don’t like hunting and being outdoors for extended periods, he’s fine with that, he knows that’s not everyone’s, especially not every or even most women’s, taste 

As far as looks are concerned, again, Connor's not picky, but I do think he'd have a preference for bigger girls with larger busts and thighs

He also thinks freckles and chubby cheeks are cute, and brown and green eyes are his favorite

Internal Traits/Characteristics:

Because of his upbringing, and how most of his life has played out (🙃), Connor positively needs someone who is naturally nurturing 

And I’m saying this more so than him because he really, truly needs a nurturer

You don’t have to baby him; as a matter of fact, he would really dislike it if you did, but doing little things to show you care and love him will always make his day a thousand times better than however it was before you did or said that thing that showed you care 

Connor really wants someone who has a sense of humor

Like he sorta has one, but though he doesn’t do it often, Connor likes to laugh 

Having someone by his side that could make him laugh would be amazing, and would help Connor to relax and bring him joy after spending long days being an assassin

Another need is someone who is kind

It should be obvious why this is a necessity, but Connor himself is very kind and he really, really wants someone who can reciprocate that 

He needs kindness, the other inhabitants of the Homestead need kindness, shiii the whole world needs kindness

Connor refuses to be with a mean, grouchy person

That just is incongruent with his new life’s vibe (my Hobi stans will understand that reference 😉)

I think that overall, Connor just needs like, a good person who understands there’s sometimes a need for silence and can respect that, while also being able to stand her own ground. 🙃

Did that all make him sound picky? 😬 I really hope not, I just thought of basic things I imagined Connor would like in a wife and kinda ran with that. 😂 Hopefully you enjoyed! 😁

[whenjustdancehitsdifferent]

The secret identities of the heroes... revealed!!

Do you want to know the secret identities of the hero coaches? Well, you're in luck...

Warning: this is absurdly long so I'm putting in a cut

Okay, I know I already talk about this one a lot, but I'm going down a list here so I had to include it. Y'all are lucky this blog didn't exist yet when I put this together, it was genuinely all I talked about for roughly two months straight.

After a couple decades of doing dutiful hero work, Kem moved to Sun Horizon with his fiancee Lillesol, fulfilling their lifelong dream of retiring to where everything was slower, quieter, and warmer. (That's why it doesn't really look like him - he's significantly older in Baby Zouk, but the fun lighthearted attitude and the pool-themed powers/dancing on a beach parallel would match up!)

I can explain, listen - the lobster is a mascot suit, for a restaurant, and his day job is dressing up and entertaining people. Think like...if Red Lobster had Chuck E Cheese style characters. It started as a summer job for him in high school, and the cool hairdo is what inspired him to make big hair his gimmick. It's just goofy enough to work for Just Dance logic, okay? He fought a giant spaghetti monster canonically, anything goes.

Dahlia's avatar quote is "art is more comforting than ice cream - it helps me break free!". Which seems like odd phrasing...until you remember that Break Free is the name of another routine. The hair and makeup stylings look suspiciously similar too, so I will insist on this forever idc this is one of those ones where Ubi could break into my house and tell me I'm wrong and I still wouldn't believe it

Brown hair and cheesy 80s music? Yeah, that's Mister Overload all right. Better not to ask who the girls he was with in Careless Whisper alt were - even heroes can find themselves in situations...

Curly dark hair, left is of course significantly brighter but she still wears a bold blue color and they're from the same game and...y'know you're just gonna have to trust me on this one.

Do you ever just...call something as a joke, but then it kinda sticks? Yeah...I was going down the list of blonde coaches, put this together as a joke, but then it actually started to click with me and now I'm obsessed with the concept. Send help

Bonus: the "neutral" coaches!

It's the heart locket that does it for me. I know the purple hair isn't quite the same shade, but that is her.

They just have a similar attitude of being a badass, and Super Bass has lighter greenish streaks in the hair too even if it's hard to see...but more importantly the idea that she and Eteria had some big spat that Rosaria was just sitting on the sidelines of just casually watching with a bucket of popcorn is just too funny, I'm sorry.

Rosaria's hair is light with dark at the bottom, and Stop Drop Roll P1's hair is the opposite. But it's still similar enough that I noticed like "hey, wait a dang minute"...

These two aren't really confirmed to be on either side either and if anything are more likely to be sketchy, but it feels weird to leave them out when I know stuff so

It's the hair, it's the red hair. But it's also the fact that Happier Than Ever canonically knows Dahlia, who as I mentioned earlier is like totally Break Free, so maybe they met because they worked together on something.

Idk, I'm probably not the first person to notice the similarity, but two pilots in the Danceverses that are goofballs and wear pink? Nope, more likely to be the same person.

And this is just straight up "the two heroes are the same hero" but close enough

Their color palettes are almost completely identical. Just looking at them side by side, it seems obvious to me that there's a correlation.

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Accidental Siblings AU Headcanon #7

[Ramblings related to my fic, Accidental Siblings.]

Still working on the next installment of drawing baby Bokushi in cute clothes so while that's in the midst of getting completed, lemme drop another headcanon for y'all rq. This time, I'm gonna talk about skinship dynamics between Bokushi and his family/friends.

CONTENT WARNING: BRIEF SPOILERS. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Seijuro - he is obviously the person Bokushi feels comfortable with the most. I've already touched on it in headcanon #2, but Bokushi is comfortable with pretty much all types of skinship with Seijuro short of kisses. It's baby-talking he despises because he still has the mental age of 16. But he is actually fine with and sometimes even seeks out physical affection with Seijuro because Bokushi is so used to sharing a mind with him that it feels weird to be separated from Seijuro for extended periods of time. Not much else I can say on this that I haven't said already.

Mibuchi - Since Bokushi was used to being fawned over by Mibuchi long before he was ever reborn outside of Seijuro's body, Bokushi is also comfortable being on the receiving end of skinship with him. But he doesn't initiate anything with Mibuchi the way he does with Seijuro. However, Mibuchi does have free range to squeeze hug him and give him head pats, and he also gets kissing rights (nee-san privileges). Around Mibuchi, Bokushi frequently receives forehead kisses. Mibuchi claims he can't resist because Bokushi is too adorable. Seijuro doesn't blame him one bit.

Hayama - I would say for him since he's the playful type, his type of skinship with Bokushi would probably involve a lot of head ruffles and arms around the shoulder. On occasion, if he and Bokushi are doing something together, he could get Bokushi to sit between his legs. But that would be about it.

Nebuya - I think he would be similar to Hayama in terms of skinship. I'm sure at some point he tried to incorporate friendly claps on the back the way he tries to do with the rest of his teammates but he ends up doing it too hard and Bokushi's back feels like it's on fire afterward. So, after getting scolded by Seijuro and Mibuchi for almost killing Bokushi, Nebuya now tries to be very gentle with his touches. And it does work!

Mayuzumi - He... is an interesting one. At the current point in the story (chapter 20), he still doesn't know Bokushi's true identity. So, if Mayuzumi was assuming he was a regular kid, I don't think he would really bother with any type of skinship aside from the obligatory ("hold my hand so you don't wander off, kid.) But when there comes a point in time where he figures out Bokushi's identity, the skinship would probably decrease even more than that, LMFAO. He's a tsundere by nature, what more can I say?

Teiko gang - I don't think Bokushi would initiate/receive any extra skinship from the Teiko gang, though. In Rakuzan, he's the youngest of the group, so even before being reborn as a 5 y/o, Akashi was getting babied by his team anyway. But the Teiko gang are his friends and Bokushi doesn't feel compelled to seek out any physical contact from them apart from what he's used to already, which is high fives, fist bumps, and the occasional arm around the shoulder. The only thing that would change is that Bokushi would probably let Murasakibara put him on his shoulders. Bokushi always wondered what the view was like up there.

Miyoko - she is the most liberal with her affection because she's a child, so she's always holding Bokushi's hand and hugging him. Bokushi is fine with her doing that and eventually gets to a point where he's comfortable reciprocating, but until then, the most he'd do is hold her hand and also give her head pats when trying to comfort her (because that's what Seijuro does for Bokushi when he's being comforted). However, Bokushi does fuss over her a lot the way he would fuss over his teammates back in Teiko because he can't help but mother hen those he cares about.

Masaomi - at the moment, Bokushi and Masaomi's dynamic in terms of skinship is giving "go girl give us nothing" vibes. But I would like to think that as they slowly warm up to each other and heal from their past, Bokushi might be more comfortable around him and would maybe get to a point where he would allow skinship. But you'll just have to see about that, won't you? 😏

Anyway, I just wanted an excuse to make a cute post, so I hope you enjoyed that.

[acornered]

*slams through your wall kool-aid man style* 🌺 🎯 🍎 ✏️ 🍩

OH YEAH! I'm gonna keep doing Ama because she is living rent free in my head right now aND you asked the parents question so I need an OC who actually knew their parents lol

OC ASK MEME

Character: Amantheá "Ama" Erauger

🌺 Do they have any love interest(s)? I think it's probably more accurate to say she is Holly's love interest. The distinction here is important but hard to articulate. iykyk ig

🎯 What do they do best? She is a prodigy in her world's version of magic and basically became a master in her craft at 16, although by the time the story takes place she is severely out of practice. Years of depression, gifted-child burnout, and living with an abusive/controlling partner put her off maintaining her proficiency, but in the novel proper she is still adept at reading and understanding magical theory, and the practical stuff returns to her over time as her mental health improves. It's like...her whole character journey or something. But beware the twist at the end!

🍎 What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like? OH MAN THIS ONE. There is a whole essay I could write about this, and generational trauma is an integral part of her character. For brevity's sake I'll just paint a picture of what it's like at the start of the story-- Her mother is dead by suicide and she is currently the full time caretaker of her father while she is under house arrest, as his magic-induced dementia progresses. And this is probably the healthiest her relationship has ever been with either of them o_o

✏️ How often do you draw/write about the OC? Nearly constantly. I pretty much always draw her and Holly together for the ship, but I don't really post my art of her because I don't feel like my skill level has allowed me to capture her in a satisfying way yet.

🍩 Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival? Her twin brother Artheán. They were raised to resent and compete with each other, exacerbated by the fact that he ended up married to a kind and loving husband, while she was married to a cruel one for political reasons. And their relationship really only gets worse from there. I'd like to be able to tell you that they reconcile by the end of the book but...I haven't decided yet. All I can say is that neither twin truly hates the other, it's just complicated.

This one took me a while because WORK but I'm still very interested in these! Also you are allowed to request specific OCs, I know some of y'all know these bitches

[gabessquishytum]

Let me tell y'all about the silly obikin au I will never have time to write

Obi-Wan is an osteopath, mostly doing cranial work (basically using very gentle touch and massage to work with tension and tissue in the body). He inherited a private practice from Qui-Gon and he's well known for being very gentle and talking about his garden while he works

Anakin used to be a popular and talented open wheel racing car driver until he had a life changing crash, lost his arm and his career and had to fall back on being a mechanic. He still experiences a lot of pain throughout his body from the accident

Padmé basically forces Anakin through Obi-Wan's door to get some treatment. (Padmé and Obi have known each other forever, she sometimes comes to him after a really stressful time at work)

Anakin is skeptical. To say the least. He doesn't get how some dude fiddling with his neck is going to help him feel any better, and he says so. Obi-Wan thinks he's hilarious

They spend about 300 years talking about Anakin's various injuries and pain and Obi-Wan is so sweet and makes so many notes in his completely unreadable handwriting

Anakin lies down on the bed thing, and Obi-Wan sits behind him and just. Holds Anakin's head in his hands?? For 10 minutes?? While talking about soil composition?? Anikin is starting to think that this is an elaborate prank.

THEN Obi-Wan asks Anakin to lift up his butt, and puts his hand right there!!! Anakin is lying with his ass on Obi-Wan's hand!!!! He doesn't know why he's blushing so hard, but this time he can see the concentration on Obi-Wan's face and he's just... very pretty

Anakin was expecting a lot more pulling and pushing of his joints but Obi-Wan is just gentle. His hands are so big. Anakin is a MESS

After the appointment Obi-Wan warns Anakin that he might feel some discomfort tomorrow, which Anakin is pretty sure is a joke because come on. Obi-Wan barely touched him!

It is not a joke

Anakin is dying

Obi-Wan has performed some kind of dark wizardry on him

Anakin texts Padmé a combination of his favourite swear words, and she's just like 'lol he did warn you'

But the day after is the most pain free day Anakin has had in years. All the tension has melted out of him. He walks around smiling. Rex and Cody are, what's up with this dude, where's the King of Assholes gone?

Anakin is thinking about Obi-Wan's hands. A lot. Maybe also dreaming about them. It's not a big deal. He books another appointment

Meanwhile Obi-Wan is having a personal and professional crisis because his crush on the grumpy ex racing driver is starting to get out of control. Sue him, Anakin has the nicest ass in town!

Please don't sue him

Queue several months of a very touch-starved Anakin pining after Obi-Wan and his beautiful, beautiful hands. Padmé starts to regret introducing the two of them. They're both unbearable idiots

Obi-Wan has another professional crisis and nearly kisses Anakin while adjusting one of the joints in his back

Anakin thinks Obi-Wan was just concentrating really hard and got a bit too close

Will they ever get their shit together? Not until Padmé personally locks them in Obi-Wan's supply closet

It's a lot more than 7 minutes in heaven. Anakin needs his back adjusting all over again afterwards. And he needs to find a new osteopath, because Obi-Wan insists that Anakin can't be his boyfriend AND his client ;D