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Hi!
Can I please request Sir Pentious x reader NSFW headcanons/fic/whatever you wanna write?
If not that's okay, I hope you're having or have had a wonderful day :)
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Double Trouble - Headcanons + Minific

warning. smut. filth. you know the deal. thatâs why youâre here. AFAB reader. enjoy lovely.
đ Heâs super self conscious at first. Itâs not easy having two dicks! Especially when both of them are bigger than average. Heâs super hesitant to even touch you at first, he doesnât want to hurt you.
đ A bottom. Jesus Christ, a bottom. Physically and emotionally this man is farthest from dominant. If you really wanted him to, he could try? But heâs just really soft & sweet..
đ Heâll encourage & praise you the entire time⊠when heâs not on the verge of losing it. Whether you only want to try taking one, or maybe if youâre extra adventurous and want to try both of them⊠not recommended, but itâll turn him into a whiney mess.
đ Cries during sex. Just kiss his tears away and tell him heâs being good for you and heâll have to hold never want to leave. Practically melts underneath you.
đ His fav position is definitely, DEFINITELY cowgirl (/boy.) and he will always be grabbing at you when heâs on the bottom. Your waist, your chest, your thighs. Your skin is just so soft and warm, he canât help it.Â
đ He prefers sitting cowgirl though, so he can kiss you.  He loves being at eye level. Sex is about love & intimacy to him, which is one of the reasons he really canât understand Angel. How can you be so loving with that many people??
đ Sensitive. Very, very sensitive. Also, because heâs cold blooded, his cum is most on the cold side. Which means he always wants to cum inside you. Youâre just so warm and lovely, he doesnât ever want to pull outâŠ
đ Whiney. Vocal. Whiney and Vocal. He will be writhing and whining at the smallest touches. Your name, small praises, begs. If you want to do it at the hotel in your room, youâre going to have to gag him on something, or slap your hand over his mouth. Those walls are too thin for this mans behaviour.
đ Loves going down on you. Whether itâs eating you out for hours until you have to forcefully shove him away, or just nipping at your thighs for a couple minutes. He loves the taste of you on his tongue. The vibrations of his long tongue pressed up against your favourite spots when he hisses?Â
đ I digress.
You had finally felt brave enough to attempt to take both of them - usually, youâd be riding one of them and stroking the other, it was a gorgeous sight - albeit, messy - with him begging and crying underneath you. But this time, he was trying to keep it together. For you.
It had already been thirty minutes of him making you cum multiple times from eating you out, now all pussy drunk beneath you as he fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, piercing him lips together the best he could to stop himself from whining.
âYouâre doing -Â ngh, sssss-ssso good, my dear..â he hissed out, watching your run your lubed up slit up an down the tip of his cocks, preparing yourself for what you knew would be a painful stretch. You sighed softly as you held still, lining both the tips up with your entrance before gently pushing yourself down, a choked moan coming from your mouth as you grabbed on tightly to the sheets beneath you.
âOh my ssssatan.â He mumbled softly, clenching his eyes shut extra tight as he gently rubbing your hip, trying to help you ease into it. He knew you were in some pain, but for him? God, this was fucking euphoric. Having the love of his life trying to ride both of his cocks, warm walls clenching tightly around his tips as you tried to go down lower.Â
Through his brain fog, he trailed one of his hands down to your cunt, gently using his thumb to rub small circles against your sensitive bud, making the pain fade more and more into pleasure as you let out a sigh of relief, bending your knees just a little bit more to take more of him.Â
âSsssso good.â He whines out, throwing his head back as he tries his best not to accidentally buck his hips into you as you let yourself get used to the feeling, being stretched out so thin felt so good, but that didnât change the fact that there was still that light stinging, and you ended your mental battle with dropping down completely, lurching forward with a sharp whine.
âg-godsss - ssso tight.â He mumbled out as he let you get used to the feeling, both of his cocks already throbbing for release inside of you. God, this might be heaven on earth, is all he could think - the feeling of you, tightly clenched around him, wet and needy, taking both of his cocks.
He didnât even want redemption anymore. This was heaven.Â
#hazbin hotel x reader#hellaverse#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin sir pentious#sir pentious x reader#sir pentious#snake man supremacy#hazbin hotel spoilers
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Canât wait for the finale of hazbin which totally wasnât spoiled in the trailer. On a real note if sir pen dies I will drop the largest most useless hazbin hotel hate essay ever
#sir pen#hazbin hotel critical#hazbin hotel#anti vivziepop#anti spindlehorse#snake man supremacy#I do not care for the Charlie and Vaggie reveal because we all know itâll be brushed over in five minutes#rant post
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woah you made the "swarthy" looking fellow in your story a creepy pervert who crosses peoples boundaries? ground breaking.
#woah he has dark hair and dark features and is somewhere between the range of fair olive skin to dark skin? ground breaking#extra points if hes anything outside of western european#extra EXTRA points if hes middle eastern or southern/eastern european or french or spanish or hispanic or mixed--#i wonder what possible political motive someone might have to create a character like this !!!#surely it has nothing to do with white supremacy ! and demonizing anything that could be seen even slightly as less white !#to instill fear in young white girls about engaging with men like this so they dont and only date the palest man in the room !!!#surely theres no political motive around demonizing people who are the closest to being white as far as skin tones go#but who might maybe perhaps if you squinted be somewhat ethnic if you're a race realist#you dont think someone would demonize other people like that so only the most pink & pale of white people date and marry#eachother-- right?#and cause fear in anything that could possibly 'taint' that Pure Whiteness so everyone whos not pale and pink get shoved away?#you dont think someone would do that do you ? ? ? ???#oh even MORE extra points if hes animalistic or pagan/not christian in some capacity.#'snake why would u be calling this out u have fair olive skin and dark hair and are animalistic--' yeah i wonder why i have a problem with#this narrative its a mystery really.#having fair olive skin dark hair/features and being animalistic isnt bad in of itself but adding in the whole 'hes a rapist' part kinda uh#well its sending a message and probably not the message you think it is.#you're not warning people to beware of creepy dudes you're warning people to beware anything thats Not western european#and Uncivil and Unchristian.#so the girl in your story can run away from the very very bad pagan non-western european swarthy man and into the arms of your#pink and pale western european brunette hero who probably has angel wings ! aren't you just such a good person totally looking out#for women!
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PLEASE WRITE FOR CHLOE PRICE I NEVER SEE ANYYYY SHIT FOR HER OMG PLEASE I'M OBSESSED I NEED HER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
Omg anonâŠI love you!! Honestly I feel the same way, Iâve been searching seas for more fics abt her, but I am thinking about writing more Chloe content so stay tuned!!
Minors and men dni!!
Protective
Fluff!!+SmutâŠ
Protective!Chloe x Fem!reader
Warnings! Reader is describes wearing a skirt, smut!! Dom!Chloe, Sub!Reader, super kinky, use of strap r!receiving, oral r!receiving, pussy slapping r!receiving, degrading, slapping kink, kinda breeding king, overall Chloe being rough, use of y/n like once, being sweet Torwardsthe end.
a/n- Chloe Price supremacy.(decided to spoil u guys today)



All chloe wanted to do was to take you to the skate park to show you some stuff she had learned, not for people especially guys to hit on you!
âYouâre doing great Chlo!â You cheer on your girlfriend who has been showing off some of her new skills. Chloe gives you a cheeky smile slightly blushing at your comment.
âHey, you look really nice you know?â A male voice coming up from behind, âOh uh thanks!â You stay stumbling over your words, this was foreign for you, since you and Chloe started dating, nobody even dared to make a move on you. Chloe noticed and darted arrows at the man.
You look over to Chloe, the guy next to you noticing, âIs that you friend?â He asks, âNo, Iâm her girlfriend.â Chloe replies now next to you, her hand snaking to your waist holding you close. âOh sorry man I didnât know!â The man quickly responds clearly afraid.
Chloe just stares until he jogs away into his car. âGosh that was hotâ You whisper to Chloe, receiving a smirk in return.
The whole car ride back home was pure torture, Chloe adding onto it by putting her hand on your thigh.
As soon as the door shut, Chloe was quick to pull you into a messy make out session. âI canât wait any longerâŠâ Chloe growls into your ear, whimpering at her words. She was quick to push you into your shared bedroom blindly reaching for something you couldnât quite see.
Before you knew it, she had ripped your skirt off of you, admiring the panties you chose, âMy favorite pairâŠâ she whispers tugging them down with her teeth making you let out a whiny, âChloeâŠâ. You were too busy taking of your shirt to notice her attaching the harness over her hips. Not even noticing until you felt it against your core.
âYou loved the attention didnât you?â Chloe spits slapping your cunt, âNo!â You manage to get out whimpering Chloe snickering at your position. âDo you deserve to get fucked?â She asks you in a low voice, you were quick to nod but receiving a slap over your face moaning, âFuckinâ pathetic.â She growled out.
Letting out soft whines as you felt her kiss your clit, licking a long stripe between your fold making you moan, the way her tongue swirled and lapped around your soaked core made you writhe and moan out her name, âChloe!â You chanted searching for your release, Chloe knew you were close. âHold it babyâ.
âIâm need to cum!â You shriek but Chloe pulling away making you let out a defeated gasp giving her a pout. âDonât look at me like that, you can take it baby.â The blue haired girl said as she slowly pushed her cock into you making you let out a choked moan.
Her hands holding your hips as your nails dug into her back, her place being steady but rough making you writhe, âHarderâŠâ You whispered afraid at the pace she was going to go at, the last time you asked her to go faster, you couldnât walk for almost a week.
âHarder you say?â Chloe cocks her head at you speeding up her pace immediately making you scream. You thought she was at her limit but no, if it was even possible, she sped up even quicker pushing her dick farther into you making you scream out her name. âYeahh take this dick.â She whispered in your ear kissing you sloppily your moans going into her mouth.
You were an absolute mess, your hair all messed up and eyes glossy, your eyes barely even being able to stay open. âKeep your eyes open baby you can do it.â She says in a mean tone, a harsh slap across your face making you moan.
âPlease Chloe let me cum!â You squeal scratching her back, âGo ahead baby, you deserve it.â She whispers her tone becoming more sweet as you come undone all over her strap, âYeah baby, fucking a baby into you huh?â She says her hips still moving inside of you making you whimper.
Pulling out, she kisses you sweetly, âI love you ChloâŠâ you whisper tiredly, âLove you more y/n/n, Chloe responds caressing your waist as the two of you drift off to sleep.
#oneshot#smut#life is strange#chloe price x reader#chloe price#l0lita luv#fanfic#fluff#18+ mdni#mdni
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Hello! I would like to request for oral (recieving) hcs with the wuwa men! Feel free to add whoever you're currently horny abt, I'm happy to brainrot alongside you <3
Ok i might just be stoopid- so hopefully i understand this correctly- if not ooooohhh nooooo ig ill just have to write more wuwa smut :( what a shame. Annyway the ones i'm currently horni about are eternally calcharo, jiyan, so that is who i am going to be writing about todayÂ
Request open don't be shy!!
Calcharo, jiyanÂ
Cw : smut, no plot in sight, wuwa men receiving, oral, [head]cannons (get it hahaha), gn! Reader, jiyan two dick supremacy, technicaly a hand job thrown in there
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CalcharoÂ
WoofÂ
Damn you on the edge of the bed, you bout to fall offÂ
He has a death grip on the sheets, white knuckle grip and sweating bullets the first time you tell him you wanna go down on him
He already isn't the most vocal in general but he is dead silent, glareing down at you so hard you think he genuinely hates it, so you try to back off (obviously) and he manages to stop biting his cheek and tongue to all but plead for you to please not stop
He's just pent up and repressed manÂ
From then on he tries not to be so quiet, getting comfortable enough to let those sound slip from his lipsÂ
Huffs and pants, lots of grunt
He's still fairly quiet but, especially when he's close, he is literally groaning and panting like he's out of breath because he truly isÂ
Hands either death grip on the ground/sheets or on the back of your headÂ
Now I firmly believe that you could ask him anything and he'd agree. And he means it tooÂ
Mid head you pull away with a pop and ask him anything, kill a man, a gift, seriously anything and he's asking for a name afterwards because he always completes the job.Â
I think the idea that you, who he loves and trusts so much, wants to give him oral, is very hot to him.
Just the idea of you wanting him, enough to ask to do something for him? <3Â
Very hot, has him hard, bricked up you could say.Â
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JiyanÂ
I love him your honor
Ok now i think he is also nervous when you first ask to go down on him, don't get me wrong he is absolutely down, but uhhhÂ
Two of emÂ
The sight of you knelt between his muscular thighs, hand wrapped around one of his weeping cocks while the other was nice and warm in your mouth has him feeling a burning deep in the base of his spine
That tingling shiver that snakes along his skin and brings him that much closer to the edgeÂ
Moans, maybe even whimpers a little.Â
And when you switch, hand now stroking his spit slick length and mouth wrapped around the neglected one beneath it nearly finishes him
But he tries his best not to because he wants the feel to last a bit longer
The way i think you could genuinely make this man cum from just from kissing his dick
Like just lavashing him with such sweet kisses, both pecs and open mouth smooches has his heart fluttering so hard you can feel it in the way he throbsÂ
#wuwa x reader#wurthering waves x reader#wuwa x you#wuwa calcharo#wuwa jiyan#wuwa smut#wurthering waves#calcharo wuthering waves#calcharo x reader#calcharo#jiyan wuthering waves#jiyan x reader#jiyan#calcharo smut#jiyan smut
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The Night Court Lounge | Tribeca, NYC
I forgot to post my WIP...Thursday? | Azriel x Eris AU |
âPerhaps I might have resisted a great temptation, but the little ones would have pulled me downâ âThe House of Mirth
There was nothing like spotting oneâs mother at a BDSM club.Â
The ink was still wet on his parentsâ divorce papers, but there she was for all to see, sprawled across Helionâs lap. After all, the Vanserras could always be counted on to feed the tabloids and gossip columns.Â
Eris planned to finish his whiskey and make a discrete exit. But then, his heart leapt into his throat and his dick hardened at first sight.Â
Heâd been expecting Thesan in his usual get up. Eris occasionally came to The Night Court to support his ex. The man could still turn him on like no one else. Theyâd never been good at long-term relationships, but they could be each otherâs confidantes, a soft place to fuck and forget for a spell.Â
Eris had hoped to get that from his ex tonight, and was taken aback when something, someone, completely different entered the main stage.Â
The man looked younger and Thesanâs lithe body and smooth brown skin was replaced by a lighter, golden tone, covered in scrolling Arabic across a sleek muscled chest. In place of white feathers were black leather bat wings.Â
Eris found the whole thing to be absurd and had teased Thesan about it incessantly. But this man, his broad tattooed shoulders, the planes of his abs below the leather harness, those wings did something to him. He needed to go to fucking sleep or get laid.
Black lined eyes like topaz gazed out at the crowd. Eris wanted to smell those black curls, to test their silk between his fingers. He was being absurd.Â
The beautiful man got to his knees in the most submissive prone position in the cage, and Eris watched him lean, like an overgrown house cat, into the auctioneerâs hand as she stroked those curls through iron bars. And fuck if it wasnât the hottest thing heâd ever seen. This man was dangerous, even caged, and Eris wanted that creature purring between his legs.Â
Then Helion made a spectacle of himself, announcing his intentions, and that sealed the deal. Eris would win. He hadnât made the Wall Street Journalâs â30 Money Makers under 30â lists three years in a row for nothing. He was an apex predator in every boardroom, could dominate every corner of the market. But what made him dangerous was his discretion.
The Wall Street wolves of Beronâs generation were past their prime. They were showy hunters who howled at every win, too certain of their supremacy and too concerned with pack politics. Thanks to a twenty four hour news cycle and social media, the current global market was volatile, and one must be ready to strike silently and with sudden force. For Eris Vanserra was no wolf. He was a snake.Â
He watched the kneeling figure, whose eyes traveled the room. Eris needed them on him. Look at me. See me. And almost as if the beautiful, dark creature read his thoughts, his head turned and hazel locked with his own. Fuck. Eris watched those gorgeous eyes travel along his face, lingering on his mouth. He smirked. Then, lower, down to his shoulders, to his chest, and lingered, once more, on his fingers. Eris moved them, ever so slowly, along the wet rim of his cocktail glass.Â
As those glittering eyes followed them, Eris swore he saw the manâs pupils blow out further. This beautiful stranger wanted him. And Eris had to possess this caged creature, needed to steal him away from Helion, from the pretentious Lord Winters, from Donna Suriel, the most sadistic bitch on this side of the Hudson. But mostly, Eris just wanted to watch that gorgeous face unfold with pleasure. Wanted that perfect body prone beneath him, before him, begging for release.Â
He was coiled in position and ready. And then Eris clocked it: a shadow of discomfort passed across the manâs face. He shifted and this time, it was not with arousal. His legs were cramping and he was tired. He gave three taps to his leg. He saw it for what it was. The sub had used his safe signal. Feyre, the auctioneer, almost imperceptibly, picked up the pace. Sheâd seen it too.Â
Those hazel eyes locked with his once more, as if to say, Donât you want me? Eris kept his face impassive. He would reveal nothing. It was how he got this far, how he'd survived twenty-seven years as Beronâs son, and had made his name as the Viper of Wall Street.Â
âForty thousand,â Helion called out in his bombastic voice.Â
Feyre called out quickly, âForty thousand. Going once, twice andââÂ
He struck. âFifty thousand.â Eris was sure to keep his voice level, his timbre smooth. It did no good to sound desperate or overwrought.Â
Hazel eyes locked with his, and it took all his will power not to stand up and take what was his. Because the caged, leashed, beautiful man, there on his knees, literally leaned forward, subtly arching his back so perfectly, as if his body couldnât help but move closer to the sound of Erisâs voice. The auctioneer must have seen the same thing, because she didnât give anyone a chance to counter.Â
âSold to Eris Vanserra for fifty thousand dollars.â Â
#azris#azris supremacy#azriel x eris#azris fanfiction#acotar fanfiction#azris fanfic#azris au#acotar au#baby's first modern AU
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The Devil In Me
Kinktober Day 8: Rough Sex
Tags: Matt Murdock x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls wrap it irl guys dont be dumb), rough sex, degradation, slight sadism/masochism, black suit supremacy, matt is kind of violent but thats rlly just who he is yknow (w/c: 1.6K)
A/N: so like even though most of my shit has rough sex this is like a little rougher than i usually write. but theres fluff at the end because i literally cannot help myself lol (I have been using prompts from this list by flightlessangelwings!)
When Matt comes home to you bloodied and battered, fists curled at his sides and jaw clenched, you arenât afraid. Heâs dangerous right now, a man at the end of a wire, teetering dangerously over the edge of insanity.
Heâs been pushed and pushed, the devil within him restless and feral. You know that heâs still the man you love; heâs the same Matty that cooks your favorite foods and listens to audiobooks with you and takes you for walks through Central Park.
You love Matt, and the devil that lives within him. To love him is to accept them both, and you do, without hesitation.
So when he stalks toward you, every inch of him dangerous and volatile, you donât flinch away. You smooth your hands over his scratchy cheeks, thumbing gently over his lips. Soothing an animal. He brings his hands up to grab your wrists, holding them still against his face. Heâs practically vibrating with unshed energy, aching to be set free.
âNeed you, please,â he rasps, his voice quiet and rough. Itâs more of a question than anything else, you know it is. He always asks, never wants to hurt you. You know that if you were to say no, heâd simply kiss your forehead. Heâd tell you he loves you, like he always does, and would go out again. Distancing you from the devil. Youâve never considered saying no, after years of being beside him. These nights are for you as much as theyâre for him. Theyâre brutal, sometimes painful, but you crave them, crave him.
âYes,â you whisper back to him, and thatâs all the confirmation he needs. He growls, and his hands move to grip your hips, hard enough to bruise. They likely will, and later, Matt will kiss them, murmuring little apologies. Youâll giggle at him, telling him that he shouldnât apologize. Youâll press on them while staring at the mirror, relishing in the soft ache.
Matt kisses you hard, all teeth and spit and tongue, before turning you until your back presses flush against his chest. You let your head lay back against his shoulder as one of his hands snakes down your stomach and under your panties. He cups your pussy without any finesse, his hands rough and calloused against you.Â
âSo fucking wet,â he grunts, and you whine as his hands part your cunt to run a thick finger over your clit. Your hips jerk forward, chasing his touch, but Matt uses his other hands to shove your hips back against him again. You can feel the thickness of his cock through his clothes, pressing against your ass. Against your better judgment, you grind back against him. Testing, teasing. Something you should never do with a caged animal.
âFucking-â he chokes out, sounding almost angry. âBend over for me. Now.â You nearly trip over your own feet in your rush to get to the couch. You can feel how soaked you are, your pussy slick and ruining your panties. You slide them off, but as you reach to take off your sleeping shirt, an old Fogwellâs tee from Mattâs dresser, the devil is already upon you.Â
âI said,â he murmurs, âbend over.â He grips your shoulders, shoving them over the back of the couch until you brace yourself with your hands on the cushions. The edge of the couch digs into your lower stomach, but you can barely feel it, your anticipation clouding your senses. Matt smooths a rough hand over your ass, you barely have a moment to breathe before heâs landing a rough smack against you. Pain radiates through you, and you can feel yourself leaking for him. You choke out a soft moan at the impact, and shake minutely as Matt chuckles darkly.
âFucking slut. You like getting hit? Fuck, youâre soaked, you love it, baby. I know you do. I can fucking smell it.â You whine as Matt leans over you, his lips brushing against your ear. âYou canât run from me, sweetheart,â he whispers, and you swear that you could pass out from the mixture of anticipation and pure lust running through your veins.Â
You can hear the rustle of fabric behind you; the undoing of a belt, the sound of a zipper. Your hips twitch minutely when you feel Mattâs hard cock press against you, sliding against your sensitive pussy. The thick head notches against your entrance, and suddenly, Matt is pushing in, in, strong and unyielding. The stretch borders on painful without any prep; Matt is big on a normal day, but he feels even bigger tonight, bullying into your clenching cunt without remorse.
âSo fucking tight, shit,â he mutters behind you, and you can only whine in response. He doesnât give you a moment to adjust, not like he usually does. He uses you, taking and taking without remorse, desperate for it. He pulls out roughly before plunging back in, making you feel every thick inch of him. He works himself in and out of your sopping pussy, clothed hips slapping against your bare skin, chafing it raw and red and aching. Your hips jerk with every unrelenting thrust, barely able to take it as Matt takes you like a fucking toy.
âYeah, fucking take it. You little slut, my fucking slut. I own you, I own this fucking pussy, you hear me?â
âYes, yes, God Matt, fuck, Iâm yours. Iâm yours, baby,â you slur out. You feel hazy, your vision blurry as Matt fucks you. He can barely ever miss the most sensitive part of your pussy in this position. His cockhead jams into your sweet spot again and again, unrelenting and nearly painful with how much pleasure rockets up your spine. One of his hands presses against the small of your back while the other reaches up to wrap his arm around your neck. He pulls you up, your hands leaving the couch cushions. You have no other choice but to grip onto the forearm pressing into your neck as Matt forces you to arch into the air.Â
Mattâs thrusts get deeper, pulling out less and less, until he's simply humping into your cunt like an animal. Choked out whines of âMatt, yes, yes, fuck, oh my God, Matt,â escape unbidden from your throat.
âThatâs right, sweetheart. Iâm your God right now. Iâm the only one who can fuck this pussy, Iâm the only one that knows how much of a whore you are.â Mattâs voice is raspy, overwhelmed and absolutely primal. You nearly scream as the hand Matt has on your stomach snakes down to toy with your throbbing clit. âIâm the only one,â he mutters, âwho can make you cum. Right?â
âYes, Matt, yes, please, please make me cum.â
âFucking cum, slut. Cum for your God.â
You really do scream as Matt pinches your clit, rough and painful, and suddenly, youâre clenching hard around his cock, your nails digging harshly into his forearm. Matt fucks relentlessly into your pussy as you ride out your orgasm, his thick cock bullying you open, breaking you apart. Your orgasm wanes, but Matt just keeps driving himself in. Youâre sensitive, so sensitive; your pussy feels used and achy, but Matt just keeps going. Little tears are starting to leak down your cheeks, and fuck, Matt isnât stopping. He isnât stopping, isnât slowing down.
âMatt, Iâm so- Iâm so sensitive, baby, you gotta-â you slur, but Matt cuts you off with a swift smack to your over-sensitive clit, your body trembling with the pleasure-pain of it all.
âI donât have to do anything, you got that? You said I could take you, and I fucking will.â His cock keeps jamming into your pussy, and you can feel your wetness sliding down your shaking thighs. They try to clench themselves closed subconsciously, trying to run from Mattâs onslaught, but itâs a fruitless battle.
You can feel another orgasm building in your stomach, the knot within you clenching tighter and tighter. Matt chuckles from behind you, mocking you as your cheeks burn and your eyes roll to the back of your head.
âCan feel this fucking pussy clenching again. You really gonna cum again, sweetheart? Even when youâre trying to run, youâre still a fucking whore. I always give this pretty pussy exactly what she needs, right sweetheart? God, sheâs sucking me in, like you donât want me to leave, baby.â Mattâs fingers are still pressed against your achy clit, his thrusts shifting his fingers maddeningly up and down. Youâre going to cum, youâre going to fucking cum.
âGive it to me, gorgeous,â Matt growls, and he lifts his hand away from your clit just to slap it back down again, sending stinging, glorious lightning straight up your spine.
You have the briefest thought about the unlikelihood of your survival before youâre screaming all over again, your pussy clenching like a vice. Itâs nearly painful, your orgasm. You feel like youâve been ripped apart, destroyed by Mattâs touch.Â
Your chest is heaving, shaking, as Mattâs hips begin to stutter in their thrusts.
âFuck, fuck this pussyâs so fucking good. So fucking tight, ah-â Matt groans, loud and unabashed as he presses himself as deep as he can into your cunt, filling you with his thick cum. Youâre weightless, held steady only by Matt and his strong arms. He slips out of you, and you whimper softly at the feeling of his cum running down your slick, ruined pussy.
You barely feel it when Matt turns you in his arms, lifting you into the air to carry you into your shared bedroom. The silk sheets are comforting and cool on your overheated body as Matt lays you gently onto them. He lays next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. You can hear him vaguely, like you're underwater, cooing about how you are are, how perfect. You breathe against his warm, strong chest, relishing in the closeness.
âThank you, sweetheart,â Matt murmurs into the quiet of the room, and you press a kiss to his skin.
âMhm,â you mumble. âLove my Matty, love my Devil too.â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â you sigh, nuzzling into his chest.
âWell,â Matt whispers, âIf Iâm your devil, youâre my angel, sweet girl.â
âHm.â You say. You can already feel yourself drifting off, safe and warm and loved. âYeah, I guess I am.â
âI know you are.â
#hooh boy little bit of my pain kink came out with this one#also the title is so cheesy please ignore it#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock smut#matt murdock fic#matt murdock fanfiction#matt murdock x fem!reader#matt murdock x you#daredevil x you#daredevil x reader#daredevil smut#daredevil x female reader
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This Week in BL - Alan & Jeff Forever!
Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.
Jan 2024 Wk 4
Ongoing Series - Thai
The Sign (Sat YT) ep 10 of 12 - I am a little concerned that this is getting too big for its britches, rather like Phayaâs recently recovered snake⊠shall we say? Adding in yet another character at this juncture isnât the best idea. Still, I love how this show makes me cackle laugh with grandmas + Yai and then TENSION.


Itâs a wobbly kind of balance but a balancing act is happening nonetheless. It makes the pacing of this show good. It may be all over the place but I'm never bored.
Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 11 of 14 - No trash talk this week, I was charmed & delighted. Who knew I would actually enjoy this show? Certainly not me. (not much of a...) Trash watch happening here.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 8 of 12 - I am pretty much skipping most of the 3 chef friends, and all of the side dish action (sorry Neo). And with OffGun apart for most of this ep, it didnât hold together since they are the glue. Sigh.
Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 12fin - Okay letâs talk about it.

Mhok should have gone off with someone else. Day treated him like shit and never once apologized. To assume an apology isnât necessary is to pity Day in the exact way he didnât want. (On a complete aside, one of my favorite Thai restaurants back in my mispent youth was in Hilo, HI⊠ah memories) meanwhile the "passing escalators trope" activated in the land of malls (itâs been a while my old friend).
Anygay, I hold that Mohk was not a fault and Day was the one who needed to apologize.

Although they did have one of BL's BEST ever face touch moments.Â
In conclusion:Â
The story of a blind man and his caregiver falling in love. Mark is great. JimmySea are spectacular. The support cast is GMMTV-good. And for the first 3/4 this BL was something rather special. But it was let down by its ending (for which I entirely blame the author). In order to like this show you must buy into the premise that Mhok was in the wrong and caused their breakup. If you donât believe that, you wonât like this BL. Also "fixing a disability = true happiness" is gross messaging. For me, endings counts for a lot and this one was ultimately âhappyâ but felt like a failure. 7/10 and I was sorely tempted to go as low as a 6/10, so it should count itself luckyÂ
I dithered my darling BLabies... I dithered A LOT over this one. But JimmySea alone held this one up.
GMMTV we gotta talk. You're fielding some of the world's best pairs right now. It's time to get them equally good scripts.
For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 9 of 12 - This installment had too much of the side couple in it. Although it was nice to see First/Dream (Twins) again. He's still a cutie, even playing a straight.Â

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) ep 23 of 24 - I have to say Iâm very glad we are on the last installment of the series. Narcissistic hairdresser starts seeing a spirit in a mirror. Turns out to be a friend from his youth who he thought was dead. This one is kinda sweet, and I find the premise interesting. Is the kid actually dead and a spirit? Or is there something else going on? I am intrigued. And I like the actor playing the kid in the mirror. I suspect this will be sad tho.
Time the series (Thai Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - I donât exactly know what is going on. And frankly I donât particularly care, either. So far nothing seems to be happening, and I really intensely dislike one half of the main couple. DNF welcome 2024 here we goÂ

Ongoing Series - Not Thai
Love For Love's Sake (Korea Weds iQIYI) 1-2 of 8 - based on the Manhwa Love Supremacy Zone by Hwacha (they should have kept the original title). I adore the premise. IRL person has been sent into fictional universe to save a side character from doom. Fantastic. Every fanfic author's dream. Also, I love that our POV was the bad boy in high school so thereâs also a redemption arc going on. I adore this kind of isekai (if you wanna call it that). Puppy/cat pairing too!Â
Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - Oh my goodness they too cute. Basically dating. Although only one of them realizes it, and he is such a drama queen. Itâs GREAT. Also they are both so damn gay. I love the supportive bestie trying to cope with the girl who has a crush on his gay bff.Â
Happy Ending (Korea Tues YT) 1 of 3 - Strongberry is back and itâs very them and very atmospheric and cute. Iâm enjoying it.Â
Sahara-sensei to Toki-kun (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - Japan giveth and Japan taketh away again. Look, I just like the lost love teacher/teacher couple better. I'm assuming they'll have to do a time jump in the final episode to make this one work at all.Â
I am SO GLAD we have KBLs back on our screens.
It's done
What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.
The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam so I assume it's on YouTube. I never even noticed. Anyone?
Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - Is TRUST Entertainment bringing us the first ever Burmese BL? I don't know if it's really the first, but @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch through.
Beside You (Thai ????) - a 3 ep short that's supposed to have aired but I can't find it.
It's Airing But...
[NO INTERNATIONAL] Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube) ep 3 of 12 - yeah Japan put the smack down on our boys. Sadness. You can use a VPN if you like. Read all about it here.
Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so⊠probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.
Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, itâs me⊠I hate you. Youâre about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure youâre someoneâs kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.
The Whisperer (Sun ????) 10 eps - Ends next week. Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). I don't think even the perfect single dimple can motivate me to watch. Word is... it's terrible.
7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 10 eps - Giving me Luminous Solution vibes. I'm waiting to binge if safe.
Dead Friend Forever (Thai Sat iQIYI) - horror, meh, tell me if it's worth my time?
In Case You Missed it
All my year-end round ups:
TOP 10 BL Trends of 2023
Top 10 BL Secondary Pairs of 2023
2023 BLs Best Trope Execution Awards! TOP 10
All the BLs Announced for 2023 that didn't happen
BL 2023's Best:
Back Hugs Thailand & Elsewhere
Cute Bits of Domesticity
Boys Feeding Boys
BOOP!
Best Cuddles
Heads in Laps
Touching Head Touches
Thailand Put His Head on Your Shoulder
Put Your Head on My Shoulder (not Thailand)
BEST KISSES (not Thailand)
BEST KISSES FROM THAILAND
Next Week Looks Like This:
2/2 City of Stars AKA Fueangnakorn (Fri YouTube?) 10 eps - An actor falls in love with a programmer and the narrative intends to âexplore the ramifications of being public figure in the social network era who must endure critics, bullying, and defamation.â Looks like another Lovely Writer/Call It What You Want sort of thing. But helmed by Star Hunter? Chaos will ensue.
2/2 Anti Reset AKA Anti-Reset (Taiwan Fri Gaga?) 10 eps - from Vidol (who aren't doing us very proud right now) - Human and robot find love.
Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.
THIS WEEKâS BEST MOMENTS

Say what you like about this show (and I have) they do some very gay cuddling. (Him the series)
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.



This show, damnit, so close to being genius. (Last Twilight)


I don't that's a hardshi,p grandma ... although it may be a hard ship... get it.
I'll stop now.
(The Sign)
(Last week)
#pit babe the series#pit babe#AlanJeff#the sign#the sign the series#the sign is the best#last twilight failed us#cooking crush#offgun#last twilight series review#last twilight#jimmysea#him the series#thai bl#this week in bl#bl updates#Love For Love's Sake#korean bl#although i love you and you#Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka#japanese bl#Sahara-sensei to Toki-kun#happy ending the series#Love Supremacy Zone#isekai#isekai BL#isekai yaoi
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âNo one confirmed Barty Crouch Jr.âs house, and thinking of him as a Ravenclaw is just a headcanon.â
Fine, sure. But to shove him into Slytherin? Thatâs bloody lazy. Worse, itâs dead wrong on every level that matters.

As Sirius put it, it was a ânasty little shockâ for a man like Crouch Sr.âa ruthless crusader against Death Eaters and their pure-blood supremacy filth. But if Junior had been sorted into Slytherin, the shock wouldâve hit with the force of a blunt spoon, not the gut punch it clearly was. Slytherin, home of Death Eater wannabes, wouldâve set alarm bells ringing in Crouch Sr.âs head. He wouldâve been preparing his âI knew this was comingâ face right after the Sortingâa bloody bright red flag waving in his face.
And word wouldâve spread. If the son of one of the Ministryâs most relentless Death Eater hunters had slithered into Slytherin, people wouldâve talked. People wouldâve wondered. Itâd be irony so sharp it could draw bloodâCrouch, the man so desperate to stamp out darkness, watching his own heir settle into the snake pit. Itâd reek of defeat, right where it stung most.
But no. The shock told a different story. It wasnât the expected disappointment of a son straying down a dangerous road; it was the stunned disbelief of a man hit where he least expected. Barty Jr.âs fall into the Dark Arts came from nowhereâor at least nowhere his father couldâve foreseen. No whispers. No ominous signs. Just a good little boy turning bad when no one was watching.

See, if Barty had been sorted into Slytherin, no one wouldâve asked âhow did this happen?â No soul-searching, no hand-wringingâjust a shrug and the usual mutterings about Slytherin breeding dark wizards. The wizarding world wouldâve talked for about five minutes before collectively shrugging and saying, âWell, thereâs Slytherin for you.â Simple. Easy. Neat.
But here? People are confused. Baffled. Almost pitying. The surprise reflects the publicâs belief that Barty wasnât bound for darkness, which is a far cry from how they might react to a Slytherin, whose behavior theyâd likely see as an inherent part of their nature. With Bartyâa boy who had that clean, respectable lookâtheyâre left staring at the wreckage, wondering where it all went wrong.

Oh, and thatâs where it gets fun. Sirius Blackâwho would rather join a knitting club with Kreacher than entertain the idea of a good Slytherinâactually hesitates to condemn Barty Jr. Why? Because Junior wasnât a Slytherin. Thatâs the crux. Sirius has never been one to mince words about Slytherin; his bias is carved into his very bones, thanks to growing up surrounded by them. The fact that heâs hesitating? Thatâs bloody significant. Thatâs the lack of Slytherin stench working its magic. Without that mark, thereâs room for doubt. Room for pity. Something no Slytherin would ever be granted, not from Sirius Black.
Now, imagine Barty had been sorted into Slytherin, hanging around with the likes of Regulus, who practically had âVoldemortâs fanboyâ stamped on his forehead. Would Sirius have hesitated then? Not a chance in hell.
Hate to be the killjoy hereâbut no, not really. If youâre going to drown me in this ridiculous headcanon, pulling it from every half-baked corner of fandom, then youâre practically begging for this. Itâs not exactly shocking that the fandom, with its talent for boiling characters down to their most shallow traits, has latched onto the idea of Barty being a Slytherin. Fans love to scream about how canon is too prejudiced toward Slytherin; then they turn around and double down on the same damn stereotypes they claim to hate.
Slytherin has become this lazy shorthand for villainy in their heads, reducing complex characters to cardboard cutouts of what they should be. Instead of appreciating Bartyâs complexity, the fandom stuffs him into the Slytherin box, slapping on the label âDeath Eaterâ like itâs a personality trait. Because for them, Death Eater equals Slytherin, and to hell with nuance.
But hereâs the point: Bartyâs story is all about nuance. What makes his fall so stomach-turning is that no oneâno oneâsaw it coming. And when it hits, it hitsâa proper, jaw-dropping shock. The insistence on cramming him into Slytherin? It misses the point entirely, ripping away the layers that give his arc its weight.
You donât need to stare long at Barty Crouch Jr. to figure he couldâve landed anywhere but Slytherin.
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Hope this is alright, I'm new to requesting ! But per chance could you write some sir pentious x warm!reader ? Like the reader is warm to the touch and the snake man likes to stay close since hes cold blooded.. up to you if want them to have an established relationship or have it as a crush !! Totally understand if you dont wish to write it/gen
Have a lovely day!
THIS IS CUTE GAHHHHHHH !1!11!1! YEAHHH!!! I love snake man and one of my special interests is reptiles and they silly little heat lamps. Absolutely. I went with an established relationship for this one and I hope you donât mind. Enjoy! :)
Warmth

words : 1k pairing ; Sir Pentious x Reader
Pentious loved touch in general - it was reassuring, nice, and it made him feel human all over again. But he loved when you touched him. Hell was already a pretty warm climate, but he loved how warm it was in your arms. Your skin felt comforting, like his own personal heat lamp.
Every time you slept in the same bed, he would always slither into your arms with you wrapped right around him like a koala. He loves feeling the body head from your chest straight against his, considering how cold it got in the hotel some nights. You were always warm - his little furnace.Â
Sometimes, even while just doing rehabilitation exercises, heâd ask you to cup your hands around his face for a couple seconds, which would always turn into a couple minutes, until Charlie called you two back to keep participating in trust falls or sharing circles. When you two cuddled, heâs always quickly to put his hands under your shirt. Not even in a sexual way, he just loves how warm it is right under there.
There are times when you have to pry him off you, but itâs not often enough for you to care. Sometimes youâll be eating dinner and heâll try to nuzzle up to you, rubbing his cheek against yours, only for you to gently remind him youâre trying to eat.Â
One time during trust falls, he wouldnât let go of you after he caught you. Charlie and Vaggie had to convince him that heâd get you back in a second, but it was his turn. It took him ten minutes to get off. And even then, he would only do the trust fall if you caught him. You canât lie and say that went very well. Â
One of your favourite memories; a warm Sunday afternoon, his tail wrapped around one of your legs and hands under your shirt, on the bare skin of your back, head nestled into the crook of your neck, and chest pressed up against yours to get the maximum warmth. The sun is peeking out from the window and making you even warmer. Heâs practically in heaven.Â
You were already asleep, snoring softly as your  body, heavy with sleep, radiated all the warmth he swears he could ever need, chest rising and falling softly against his. He wants to look back, see how adorable you look asleep and out of it, but the warmth of your neck against his cheek is too much to miss out on.
It goes by like this for a few hours - cuddled up to you and listening to your pulse and soft snores, not even daring to fall asleep and miss out on how comfortable and at peace he feels, until you wake up. You sit up, immediately hearing his sleepy protests from behind you before you get pulled right back into his arms.
âWell, good afternoon to you too.â You mumble sleepily with a giggle, as he mumbles your greeting back into the skin of your neck, and you gently place your hand on the back of his head, softly petting him and feeling him relax back into you, his cold scales pressed up against your warm skin making you smile.
âDo you love me or how warm I am, huh?â You joke with a smile on your face, only to watch him pull back with worry in his eyes, shaking his head rapidly. âI love you for sssso many other reasssonsss!â He says, concerned as your burst out giggling, watching as his expression turns from concerned and panicked to confused.
âI was joking, baby. Iâm happy to be your little heating lamp, my love.â You mumbled softly as you press a kiss to his forehead, watching him relax his head onto your chest, letting out a sigh of relief as he closes his eyes again.Â
âYouâre my favourite heat lampâŠâ he mumbles out quietly as you feel him start to fall asleep, body becoming sleepy weight in your arms as you feel your eyes flutter shut, snores slowly syncing up with your lovers.Â
Or maybe even when you woke up in the middle of the night to him talking to his egg boys before you got together, knocking on his door just to find him complaining about how cold it was.
You wrapped him up in your arms under your blankets, egg boys being sent to their own bed, while you cuddled up to him. You remember so distinctly how rigid and timid he was at first. Not knowing where to put his hands, how to approach the situation.
âI - isss thisss okay?â He hissed softly as he put his hands on your back, head laid out on your chest, as you hummed out a small âmhm.â tiredly, feeling him slowly start to warm up in your arms, body slowly relaxing.Â
â.. can I put them under your sssshirt?â He asks quietly; so quietly you can barely hear it, actually. You smile softly to yourself, before giving him another small but affirming âmhm.â His hands were so cold you almost flinched away from them as he put his hands flat against the warmth of your back, letting out a sigh of relief.
You lay like that for a while, feeling him slowly relax under your hold, no longer shivering. His head properly laid on your chest, instead of the awkward slightly raised just above your skin it was doing before, listening to your heartbeat. His chest was fully pressed against yours, like his own personal radiator.
âBetter?â You ask quietly, gently petting his head, one hand on his back rubbing small circles into it as he nods, not caring to open his eyes. He looks so lovely and satisfied in this state - you canât bare to get up and move once he was warmed up like you originally planned.Â
Thatâs the first night you really started to fall for him. Maybe the first night he started to fall for you. Falling asleep with him holding you so tightly yet so softly, soaking in the warmth of your skin as he slept. Falling asleep the sound of your heartbeat slowing as you fell asleep too.Â
#hazbin hotel#hellaverse#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin sir pentious#sir pentious#sir pentious x reader#snake man supremacy
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Round 3 of 8, Group 1 of 2


propaganda and summaries are under the cut (May include spoilers)
Merlin (BBC): 4.06 A Servant of Two Masters
cw there is a scene where Merlin gets a snake shoved into the back of his neck (which can then control him because magic) and obviously various failed attempts at assassinations
When Merlin falls into Morgana's hands, he becomes a deadly weapon in her fight for supremacy. Using ancient magic, she pits friend against friend to create the perfect assassin. An oblivious Arthur is in great danger. Will anyone notice Merlin's unusual behavior before he does the king some serious harm?
merlin (whose main role in the show is saving arthur's life over and over again) is enchanted to try to kill arthur. he makes a hilariously bad assassin and it's fun watching other characters react to the personality change, as well as getting to see some badass merlin and the whole scene with morgana in the beginning was so interesting to watch. he disguises himself as a mean old man so he can say what he really thinks! and the costumes are fantastic in this episode particularly
The West Wing: 2.22 Two Cathedrals
As the Haitian army continues their seizure of the American embassy there, Bartlet and the staff prepare for the announcement that Bartlet has M.S. and the President must decide whether or he will seek re-election. As the funeral for Mrs. Landingham takes place and the announcement draws nearer, Bartlet thinks back to his past in search of the answer to the question everyone is asking: Will he seek re-election?
This episode is such a tour de force. It makes me cry, itâs amazing. Also the casting of the flashbacks is so well done?? Idk, no clever thoughts, itâs just really good
Per Wikipedia, âwidely considered to be one of the greatest episodes of The West Wing and one of the best episodes in television history.â If you watch this episode and donât have feelings all through Bartletâs monologue then did you even watch it? No, you didnât. If you havenât seen this show, and this episode specifically, then you need to.
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Nothing can compare to the desi queer horror of seeing modi smiling and "celebrating" diwali in "ayodhya" while in the intermission for The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. This man is the Indian symbol of hate and hindu religious supremacy in india. His blind mass following who believe they are being liberated by his actions from the evil dalit and non hindu folk are the majority. Everyday we fight for our rights as the minority whether we are Muslim â queer â lower castes. And we are trampled by the overwhelming support that this man gets from his goons. Goons who are swept up in his mirage who believe in Israeli propaganda too.
Make no mistake. The hunger games may be fictional, but it's villains are very very real. Until you leave the Capitol you never get to really know.
#tbosas#thg#the hunger games#real world parallels#india#indian politics#modi#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#queer community#queer#gay#desi tumblr#desi queer#brown queer#coriolanus snow#free palestine#fuck
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name: lord akhirah kaito tarth age: 34 years old region: stormlands / new valyria marital status: single title: ruling lord of evenhall fc: andrew koji
background information: lord akhirah tarth, the current ruler of evenhall, is a man of complex heritage and deep cultural ties. born to lord haruto tarth and lady mika, an independent merchant from across the narrow sea, akhirah was raised amidst a blend of cultures. his mother's influence introduced him to the "old way," a cultural practice that included elements from yi ti and other far eastern traditions. his father, madly in love with mika, made sure that akhirah was well-versed in both his native traditions and his mother's unique heritage.
personality:
strengths: loyal: his loyalty to his family and the people of tarth and the stormlands is unwavering. resilient: despite setbacks, he remains determined and focused on his goals, wishing to continue to push to achieve his aim. brave: akhirah is unafraid to stand up for what he believes in, even if it means facing great danger; it is the mark of great men.
flaws: prideful: akhirah has a strong sense of pride in his heritage and house, sometimes leading to stubbornness. hot-tempered: he can be quick to anger, especially when he feels his honor or that of his family is threatened. rigid: his firm beliefs can sometimes make him inflexible and resistant to change
current events: recently, the introduction of crippling taxes by lord maximus celtigar has forced akhirah to take action and depart form the ports of tarth for the snake pit he thought he would never set foot within. determined to protect his people and his lands, he has come to kingâs landing to confront the injustice personally. rather than focus too much on the king, he points the finger at the whispering of maximus celtigar. with his storybook bravery and resilience, akhirah is prepared to face the political challenges ahead, driven by a fierce loyalty to his home and a steadfast commitment to justice. as of this moment, he is a man torn between his duty and his heritage, striving to balance the expectations of his birthright with the wisdom of the olders of his generation - to pick one's battles carefully.
hobbies and interests: martial arts: akhirah is skilled in both traditional westerosi swordsmanship and the martial arts techniques passed down from his mother's homeland. yes, he'd be a black belt in karate specifically at this point! sailing: what kind of tarth would he be if this was not there? inspired by his mother's merchant background, akhirah has a love for the sea and often spends time navigating the waters around tarth. cultural studies: he has a deep interest in the histories and customs of different cultures, making him well-educated and worldly. this is widely different to the valyrian supremacy ideology, as well as the hermit ideology of most of his stormlander peers. hiking and exploring: akhirah enjoys hiking and exploring the rugged landscapes of the stormlands, finding solace in the natural beauty and challenges of the terrain.
connections: stay tuned.
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Round Two of our Smash Bros Sexyman contest is concluded! Here are the results!
Match 1, Mario v. Samus: Samus Victory! (Hello lesbians, nice to see you. Though it would been funny if Mario won the entire contest.)
Match 2, Dark Samus v. Luigi: Luigi Victory! (And Luigi's win streak continues. Is he doing absolutely nothing? Who knows, this is in text form)
Match 3, Princess Daisy v. Princess Peach: Princess Daisy Victory! (Tomboy supremacy remains supreme, it seems)
Match 4, Sheik v. Falco: Sheik Victory! (Better shape up, furries. You're losing ground!)
Match 5, Lucina v. Ganondorf: Ganondorf Victory! (it seems not even the lesbians can stand against the unstoppable force that is the villain fuckers)
Match 6, Chrom v. Meta Knight: Meta Knight Victory! (Himbo supreme loses to literal goth kickball. More at eleven)
Match 7, Zero Suit Samus v. Solid Snake: Zero Suit Samus Victory! (Bisexuality: Civil War)
Match 8, King Dedede v. Lucario: King Dedede victory! (Hail to the King, baby. He is peak male performance, after all)
Match 9, Wolf O'Donnell v. Rosalina: Rosalina Victory! (The Furries have fallen! I repeat! The Furries have fallen!)
Match 10, Little Mac v. Robyn: Robyn victory! (Fire Emblem sstill got shooters baby!)
Match 11, Palutena v. Shulk: Palutena Victory! (Horny Bisexual Goddess eradicates Shulk Nation, more at eleven!)
Match 12, Cloud v. Corrine: Cloud Victory! (Sad wet cat anime boy victory. Whoda guessed?)
Match 13, Bayonetta v. Ridley: Bayonetta Victory! (Man, not even the monster fuckers can stand against her, can they?)
Match 14, Richter Belmont v. Isabelle: Richter Victory! (I guess cuteness can only get you so far...)
Match 15, Joker v. Banjo: Joker victory! (And like that, the Furries have gone. They have passed away, into the west.)
Match 16, Bealyn v. Sephiroth: Sephiroth victory! (Yeah... bout what I expected.)
And that was round two! Round three of our Smash Bros Sexyman Contest, coming soon!
#incorrect quotes#incorrect super smash bros#super smash bros#smash bros#contest#poll#polls#tumblr sexyman#tournament
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Really long headcanon post for the stuff that Iâve posted on Wattpad :3
Massachusetts:
-Mans is my height, 5'6, and he hates being bullied about being the shortest of his brothers lmao
-Is twins with New Jersey, though Jersey makes fun of him cuz he's five minutes younger
-he has reddish brown shoulder-length wavy hair and hazel eyes
-mf is built like the Dwayne Johnson though he's just missing the height
-TRANSMASC MASS SUPREMACY đđ
-this man acts all tough until the cramps come along. Then he's dead.
-doctor of the statehouse, along with Texas. He deals with sickness/illness whilst Texas deals with injuries. Though he can do both cuz we love that.
-tried learning how to make flower crowns cuz NY would always make them for everyone when they were younger. He tried his best, and he's actually kinda okay at it, so him and any will just hang out and make flower crowns.
-^he has put a spell on every single flower crown that he's ever given or received so that they never shrivel up and die
-OCD, autism, and ADHD
-loves rock, metal, and punk music. Especially FFDP (THEY HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING THAT FRICKIN' GOOD LIKE WHAT-)
-friends with the OG13 (no dip Sherlock-), Maine, Texas, and Louisiana.
-REFUSES TO ADMIT HE HAS A SOFT SPOT FOR NEW YORK. EVEN IF HE'S ACTIVELY HUGGING HIM. HE WILL DENY IT TILL THE DAY HE DIES. HE WILL DO ANYTHING FOR THIS DAMN KID.
-^the moment he met New York, he was filled with the urge to take him away from England immediately. He does pick favorite brothers btw. And it's New York.
-sharp lil canines like he's a friggin vampire smh
Sippi:
-he is a squishy boy and we love that <3 it just makes him better for cuddling
-he's not short, not tall, he's only 5'8.
-he's a pathetic loser tbh but we still love him
-sippi loves stuffed animals, but his favorite is a teddy bear that was given to him by New York (fun fact, teddy bears were invented in Brooklyn, and were named after the president that refused to shoot a bear!).
-he named it Mr. Cuddles, and it is the most beat up stuffed animal that he owns (as in, its ear had to be sewn back on, one of its eyes has been replaced by a button, and it has random stitches and patches all over) but he still loves it and cherishes it to this day.
-friends with (omg he has friends????) Texas, Louisiana, Florida, New York, South Carolina and Georgia
-yes yes he is but a cuddly marshmallow. Until you hurt someone he loves. Then you're dead.
-he SCREAMS whenever there's a bug. Strangely though, he likes ants, moths, and butterflies.
-mans is colorblind
-he doesn't like his squishy-ness and has tried to starve himself on numerous occasions :(
-I think that the fact that he's been owned by 3 different countries is grounds to give him abandonment issues right? Okay.
-if it weren't for his friends just simply existing, he would've been long gone by now. (same tho- I mean what?)
-I'm not gonna say he's hurt himself before, but I'm not gonna say he hasn't either đïžđïž
-bro thinks that anybody he gets close to is gonna leave him :[
-if he gets hurt, he's not gonna bother telling anyone cuz he doesn't wanna feel like a failure for not being able to defend himself
Texas:
-this man is T A L L- he's 6'5 (not as tall as Alaska though so HA-)
-I imagine him to be very slim and fit, but he has a tiny bit of pudge around his lower stomach and hips and thighs.
-he LOVES animals so, so much. More than humans tbh.
-he has a horse (Ranger), 5 dogs (Rosco, Daisy, Cassy, Billie, and Maria. Rosco and Cassy are German Shepherds, Daisy and Billie are heelers, and Maria is a demonic chihuahua), 3 cats (Mittens, Sassy, and Milo), and 2 snakes (Spot and Harvey).
-^thats just at the statehouse. Back home, he has an animal sanctuary where he takes care of animals, takes them in, nurses them back to health, ect... It's very adorable and I love it.
-speaking of animals, he cannot, I repeat, CANNOT keep it together if an animal dies or gets hurt in a movie. Homeward Bound? Mans was not okay. Hachi? He wasn't ballin', he was bawling đ.
-I BELIEVE IN TRANSMASC TEXAS SUPREMACY đ
-he still wears a binder cuz he doesn't trust the doctors to perform top surgery on him.
-ADHD for DAYS- don't give him an energy drink unless you want a 6'5 chihuahua on cocaine to be following you around.
-ADHD, autism, ocd, depression, anxiety, and ptsd. Idk if daddy issues counts, but he has those for sure.
-this bitch has fallen off of so many things that he no longer takes fall damage
-Mexico was such an asshole to poor Texas...... I wanna skin him alive :)
-Texas CANNOT handle someone raising their hand or voice at him. He can't. He will flinch and/or cry. Which he hates. Cuz he's supposed to have this reputation as the big strong Lone Star State.
-he has SH scars on his wrists, sides, and thighs. They vary from blade marks, to cigarette burns, to even scratches.
-he hates all of his scars so, so much and sees them as nothing but a sign of his weakness and inability to defend himself.
-Texas is also kinda insecure about the little bit of pudge on his lower belly, hips, and thighs. What makes it worse is that he can't really help it. Especially the stomach pudge cuz that's just where his uterus is. Does he know this? Yes. Is he still insecure? Yes.
-he often binds too long or forgets that he has his binder on until it's too late and there is severe bruising and even minor bleeding underneath the band. Along with breathing difficulties.
-^to make the breathing difficulties thing worse, he has asthma :)
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#welcome to the table#welcome to the statehouse#ben brainard#wttt#wttsh#wttt massachusetts#wttsh massachusetts#wttt mississippi#wttsh mississippi#wttt texas#wttsh texas
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All you do is scream inside, boy. Where's your goddamn courage?
"You are nothing more than a senile old man, dragging the family name through the mud." You sneer, handsome features become scarlet, because that vein in your neck pumps blood that is trying to escape and stain your hands, and you're desperate to be anything but your father.
"Our lineage? It's cursed, almost as bad as the Black family." You judge, like entitlement isn't also a curse or a language that you speak fluently, like your high horse couldn't topple you and all your little machineries.
"We are the byproduct of centuries of inbreeding, father. If you think we cannot get much worse than that, you have another thing coming." You rage, self-hatred running rampant in your veins like your hounds from hell race through the Nott Grounds at night, desperate to rip off arms of intruders.
Nobody but your mother and sister know about the screaming matches you have with your father. Acting like two savages, vocal chords echoing through corridors silenced by Perpetual Vows for thousands of years. It's not about what he's doing, it's the fact that you could do better.
You could do better, and that kills you inside. Because you just can't wait, can you? You cannot wait for your time to shine and get your grubby little hands on the family crown. Your thirst for power seeping from each pore, glinting in your green eyes and hiding in the shadows of your boyish face. You're too young to be the leader, and you're too old to be dismissed as unthreatening, so now you're left to your own resources.
And your argument is based on a fragile foundation, made of cracked stone that is being kept together by hardened gold. It's not a lie, no. But that's not entirely the truth either. You've never been too good at those anyway.
Well, you're made of mead, boy.
The drink of the gods: a result of fermented honey, and fermenting is just another word for rotting. You're rotten honey. Sweet, but acid. You get drunk on your own hubris.
If you need to tell yourself that your father is supporting an outsider, forgetting about your traditions... So, be it. Tell yourself that.
You can be a drunk, yes, not stupid. There's a thought snaking through the crevices of your brain, balancing doubt in the tiny point of a sharp knife.
Should you support? Or should you not?
It's a growing obsession that's been corrupting your fragile ego for years. Should you support the opposite side just to antagonize? Or should you join and prove yourself to be a much better follower than your own old man?
It's not about what's right, of course not. Why would it be? The thought doesn't even cross your mind, yet.
But you don't want to be made of a fool either, so you ask yourself who is even this Voldemort fellow. After all, if he were from a pureblood family, you would have heard about his folks sooner.
Every pureblood can trace their lineage, registered on family trees and parchments with Dark Magic older than most houses. You would have seen him in any of the dusty tapestries, would have seen portraits of his grandparents painted and showcased on oppulent walls of your friend's manors.
You ask yourself who are his parents, his ancestors. They are so worried about pureblood supremacy, but are they even making the right questions? Or any question at all?
Are you the fool? Are you the only one who can't see it? Are you making the right choice? You couldn't be. For that, you would have to make a choice, and your choice was not even choosing at all.
The aftermath of the festival prodded the knife into your skin, balancing a fragile position. You know you will have to make a decision soon. Avoiding can only be done to a certain point, and the aftermath can be secondary, but it always comes. It's a snake blackening your skin or a stain blackening your face in the tapestry.
Voldemort is just means to an end for the pureblood society. A leader and a scapegoat. He is merely saying what other people have thought for years, making waves and decisions for those who are too coward.
People like you. Who are greedy, and ambitious, and too comfortable in their thrones like a god licks drops of ambrosia running between their fingers.
All you do is scream inside, boy. What is your choice?
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