#so it was a little joke i put there for myself

[vadersangel]

Goosebumps - Roman Godfrey x Reader - Oneshot

Synopsis: Roman Godfrey may look dominant, but slowly peeling the layers might reveal his most secretive desires. What started as a joke during Truth or Dare ended up uncovering a deeply rooted desire.

Genre: smut smut smut, switch/sub-ish Roman Godfrey (more like he's discovering a kink for being called a good boy)

Trigger Warnings: unprotected sex, piv, foul language.

Word count: 2230

"I can buy the building, burn the building Take your bitch, rebuild the building Just to fuck some more Put the pussy on a pedestal Put the pussy on a high horse That pussy to die for That pussy to die for" 一 Travis Scott

Roman Godfrey sees himself as a dominant man. In all his 6'4 glory, towering above everyone else, heir to an empire and practically the owner of Hemlock Grove, it’s easy to understand why he perceives himself the way he does. People were either bewitched by him, feared him or wanted to be him; and almost nobody was neutral to his presence. Reactions, he loves reactions, if they are good or bad is utterly irrelevant–he needs people to react to him in any way, in every way. It should have been a warning sign to me that maybe his dominant facade was just that, a facade. A facade to hide his craving for validation, a facade to hide that deep down he wanted desperately, more than anything, to be recognized as something.

I often caught myself observing Roman. Analysing him with a certain degree of scientific curiosity. I wanted to know what made him tick. Obviously, I was neither blind nor immune to his charms, but I was better than the average person at hiding my desires. My ability to conceal the extent of my interest in him granted me a few privileges. Being in his group of friends–and, therefore, going to the same parties–was one of these privileges. That’s how I ended up in Brooke Bluebell’s garage; Peter, Ashley, Brooke, Andrew and Roman, all of us sitting on the floor around a small coffee table. We were playing a combination of Truth or Dare and Spin The Bottle; we were spinning a bottle to decide who would be next to choose between truth or dare.

With a cigarette between his lips and eyes glistening from all the alcohol, Roman spun the empty beer bottle. When it stopped, the bottom pointed at me and its mouth pointed at Roman. He had been choosing dare for the past three rounds in which the bottle pointed at him.

“What’s it gonna be, Roman?” I asked nonchalantly before taking a sip of my beer, looking into his eyes with the tiniest amount of defiance.

“Duh, what do you think?” His eyes rolled at me.

“Dare it is…” I said in a sing-song voice as my fingers drummed on the table. He adjusted in his place, trying to get more comfortable. He was looking at me in silence, waiting to see what the challenge would be.

I pursed my lips, tilting my head as I scanned him, considering my options.

“Come on, speak!” Roman was getting impatient.

I took another sip of my beer, clearing my throat and the idea finally formed in my mind.

“Moan like a slut.” I said, my voice sounding innocent enough, but I couldn’t fight the devilish grin that spread across my face. And the grin widened further as Peter and the others howled and burst out laughing.

“No way!” Peter laughed, his eyes darting from Roman to me and back to Roman.

Roman was staring at me, dumbfounded, his eyes narrowing as he tried to decide whether I was serious or just messing with him. He shook his head, laughed and snorted.

“Why? Does it get you off?” Roman teased me, leaning forward to look deeper into my eyes.

“Are you doing it or is it too much for you?” I retorted, not losing a beat.

“For how long?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” I frowned at his question.

“How long do you want me to moan like a slut for you?” His tone changed just a little when he said the words for you, so subtly I doubted anyone else noticed how his voice dropped an octave.

“Mhmm… Thirty seconds?” I suggested, shrugging at him.

Roman raised his chin in defiance, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back against the couch behind him. I knew the challenge was accepted and that he would make a show out of it. He chugged the rest of his beer, closed his eyes, parted his lips and the sound that he let out was nothing short of downright obscene. At first, it sounded pained and raw, coming from the depths of his chest. Then it became breathy, erratic, soft like a whisper, escaping his luscious lips in short desperate gasps. The sound curled in the air, ragged with need. It was an imitation of desire, but it sounded all too real… 

“A-ah, please, oh God! Don’t stop! Fuck!” He hissed at last, before slowly opening his eyes and staring directly at me with blown out pupils and red cheeks.

Everyone was laughing, dying of secondhand embarrassment, but I was transfixed. I swallowed dryly and it took me at least five seconds to compose myself. Roman noticed. He obviously noticed. But he was also good at pretending.

“Good boy…” I said mockingly as I finally laughed along with the others. For the briefest of seconds I saw a different kind of darkness flickering in those green eyes of his. But the game went on.

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Two weeks later I was at the Godfrey Estate, Roman and I sitting on those sun loungers in his empty indoor pool as he skillfully rolled a joint between his slender fingers. I was sure he had learned that particular way of rolling a joint from Peter. His phone buzzed on the table between our seats. Roman chewed the insides of his cheeks staring at the screen for a second before huffing in annoyance,

“Peter’s not coming…” He practically threw his phone back on the small table.

“At last, just the two of us!” I shrugged.

Roman lit up his joint, offering me a drag, which I declined. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, leaning back in his chair. He stared at the ceiling, as he inhaled the smoke deeply, allowing it to fill his lungs and sighing in pleasure. That innocent sound took me right back to two weeks ago, the memory of him moaning so deliciously flooding my senses like ocean waves, dragging me to the depths of an unknown feeling that only Roman was capable of stirring within me. My eyes wandered over his body, taking in the way his tank top clung to his toned chest and abs, and moving further down to the outline of his shaft in his jeans. His legs spread further, invitingly, as my mind swirled with a variety of deranged scenarios. As I lost myself in thoughts, it went completely over my head that Roman’s eyes were now glued on me. And had he not audibly coughed I would have never been pulled out of my trance, nor would I know that he knew exactly what I was looking at. When I finally looked at his face, his eyes were dark, narrowed as he analysed me with the same curiosity I had always analysed him.

I was clearly not thinking things through when I got up from my lounger to sit on his, by his side. He remained silent, as if speaking could break the spell that enveloped us at that moment. The tension in the air, that electricity that seemed to be passing from my body to his, was both strong and fragile at the same time. I pressed the palm of my hand over his already hardening clothed bulge, the confines of his jeans visibly becoming increasingly more uncomfortable. I pressed my index finger against his tip in circular motions, my throat drying up painfully at the sight of his eyes closing while he tilted his head back. From what everyone had always said about Roman–and word travelled fast in the hallways and locker rooms of Hemlock High–I expected him to snap, grab me by the hair and just take what he wanted, but then his breathing hitched in his chest and a low strangled moan that he had obviously been trying to suppress escaped his lips. And he let out another strained moan when my other hand slid down his torso, my long nails scrapping the fabric that separated us. I teasingly played with the hem of his tank top before sliding my hand underneath it, touching his impossibly warm skin as his muscles twitched under my palm. Roman got harder when my nails dug into the flesh of his abs. His breathing got increasingly more labored as I continued to touch him, tantalizingly slowly, savoring every single reaction of his.

Roman’s large hand went to my knee, slowly moving up underneath my skirt, his palm sweaty and warm as his fingers teased my inner thighs until he finally slid the tip of his index finger over my clit through my underwear. At the feeling of the damp fabric of my lacy panties, he hummed in satisfaction. I closed my eyes with pleasure as he drew circular patterns over my bundle of nerves, imitating the way I was caressing his tip. Then I felt a very small wet spot through his jeans and my eyes snapped open.

“You’re leaking for me?” I asked condescendingly, with a satisfied smile on my face.

“Quit the teasing!” He practically groaned, his hips buckling up against my palm.

I leaned closer to his mouth, our lips only inches apart now, so close I could taste his minty breath in my mouth.

“Why? You seem to be enjoying it…”

He lifted his hand, probably to grab me, but I intercepted his movement, grabbing his wrist and pinning it down on the lounger. I didn’t have the delusion of being stronger than him–he was much bigger and stronger and sure as hell capable of manhandling me and pinning me down if he wanted to–but I had an inkling that he would allow me to do as I pleased and I was right. He let me pin his wrist down with little to no resistance.

My other hand went to cup his face and I closed the gap between us, claiming his lips with mine. My tongue slid into his mouth, the flavor that was entirely his taking over me, awakening a primal need for more. More of his taste, more of his body, more of his touch… More, more, more… And he gave me more, moaning into my mouth, inhaling my scent, grazing my bottom lip with his teeth and biting at it hard–just a little too hard–but it was heavenly. He pulled my panties to the side and slid one finger into my wetness as our tongues clashed devouring each other hungrily because we had both been starving for each other. I began to fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans, my lips moving from his mouth, through his jawline, to his neck. I found the most sensitive spot, the one that made him shudder, and I bit at it hard enough to make him wince. The sound went straight to my throbbing clit and my walls clenched around his finger.

I finally managed to free his arousal from his jeans and boxers with a little of his help and Roman withdrew his fingers from my core to grab each of my thighs and move me to straddle him. His fingers dug into my skin so hard I knew it would bruise, but I couldn’t care less. I wanted him to mark me just as much as I wanted to mark him. I want him covered with my hickeys, I wanted myself covered in his.

Once more, he pulled my panties to the side, positioning his swollen tip against my dripping entrance. I could feel him throbbing as I sat down on his cock, slowly taking in every inch of him. One of Roman’s hands went to grab a fistful of my hair as the other went to my shoulder and he forced me down faster, harder. I gasped and he groaned as my walls clenched tightly against his length. When he was buried deep inside me, so deep I could feel his tip against my cervix, I leaned in closer to his ear, my lips brushing his earlobe as I spoke,

“Good boy…”

I felt the skin of his arms prickle with goosebumps and he whined with his cock twitching inside of me. So I began to bounce harder, faster, purposefully clenching my walls around him, dripping wet and equally as desperate as I knew he was; he was sweating, panting, out of breath, closing his eyes shut and buckling his hips up in an attempt to thrust into me harder. His hands clung to my waist as he helped me move up and down.

“Please…” He finally begged, out of breath, and I thought he meant to ask me to move faster, but that was not it. His breathing caught in his throat and when his pleading eyes opened I knew even before he spoke, “Please, say that again…”

I smiled wickedly at him,

“My sweet, sweet good boy… Cum for me, will you?”

My condescending tone seemed to do it for him because he came almost instantly with his face buried in the crotch of my neck. Hard. Filling me up in a way that made me feel glad to be on birth control. Roman was shuddering and whining, his hands digging into the flesh of my thighs while I rode him down his high.

Then he looked up into my eyes, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, dilated pupils and an evil smile on his face,

“My. Fucking. Turn.” And he flipped us over.

[unp0pularl0nerkid]

The Flowers Died On Monday

Short one shot off of the following prompt: the flowers died on monday.

I didnt know everything about you. In fact, the mystery was what drew me in. What made me want more. You were a rich adopted kid, who stayed to himself, showed up with bruises and cuts and wore clothes similar to street kids. You were educated .. yet just like me. I didnt go to school. In fact, when we met, you watched me pickpocket someone. I was hungry. I needed the money. I needed to survive. Gotham isn’t the city where you ask nicely and gain a roof over your head. You gave me a tip. “Try a distraction, next time. Twinkle Toes.” He chuckled. “Twinkle Toes?” I growled. “Because you’re not soft on your feet” he laughed. Who do you think you are? Making Jokes about me when you don’t even know my life. I tried to fight you, you let my punch connect. You weren’t phased and you sure as hell wasn’t angry. You…understood. You stopped by the grocery store, bought a whole bunch of food and brought it up to “my” apartment. If you could call it that. It was abandoned, don’t know why. Its gotham. It was actually really nice, aside from the broken windows, tattered wallpaper, busted pipes…etc. You didnt judge though. You simple set the food down and watched me eat. You asked me about myself and I told you very little. Orphan, check. Poor, check. Misfortunate, check. Dumb, check. All the usual boxes, checked. Somehow i’d fallen asleep. You had this sense of comfort within you. Like i had no reason to keep my guard up. When I woke up you were gone. But, I’d seen some wood, and other stuff scattered on the floor. I didn’t see you for the whole day, but at 1 am, you’d showed up. You looked slightly bruised and even tired. But you also had some things with you. A blanket, an air mattress, some school books. The little stuff. You used the wood to cover the windows, you’d got some tape and covered the leaks. You blew up the airmatress and made my “bed” and then you gave me a book and told me to read it, throughout the day, so im not bored. I felt like I was a true human being. I told you more about me. How I ran away from everyone because they all mistreated me. They didnt care for me. They hated me and they told me it. You told me about your past. How Bruce had taken you in because he saw some potential. How you think, Bruce would maybe see some potential in me. I shut it down immediately. That’s your thing. You have someone who cares for you and im not about to ruin it. Maybe you sensed that I was about to break? Whatever the case was, you switched the conversation. We kept it smaller, you asked me if I think batman and robin were heroes. I told you that I think they’re doing the right thing in their own way. I told you that it’s admirable to do something, knowing nobody knows your identity. Especially robin, he’s young and he’s brave enough to do all of this. It’s really amazing. You just simply shrugged and told me to go to sleep. That morning you’d came back except you had a man with you. His name was Bruce. Your Bruce. We had a short conversation and he told me to grab my things because im going to come with yall. I told him that I ruin everything I touch and I don’t want to be responsible for breaking up his family. He simply smiled and said that the manor was big enough for everyone. And he was right. It was huge, id never even seen anything like it. He showed me up to my room, which was decorated pretty plainly but it was a room nonetheless. Id taken a warm shower and got cozy in my bed. You’d came in with some flowers and put them on my desk by the window. You said that even though the room is dark, the flowers lighten it up. I laughed and said it was stupid, one thing doesn’t change everything. You said that I was wrong, that one small step is all that’s needed to change everything. Like if you wouldn’t have met me, then none of this would’ve happened. And you were right.

The flowers died on Monday. I’d gotten back from school and they were burnt to a crisp, leaves wilted like they were already preparing for their demise. You said that it’s okay and you’d get me some more later. But I was feeling like those flowers. Id been to school, and I didnt belong. I felt like the biggest outsider and even when I got back to the manor it felt like there was some huge secret I didnt know. But when I told you that, you said it was probably because I needed to get used to it but your eyes said that I was right. That i either didn’t belong or wasn’t apart of whatever secret there was. But never mind, we both went to sleep.

My heart cracked that Tuesday. It was that morning when I asked where you and Bruce were. Alfred said yall had gone on a trip and would be back soon, but something about the way he said it made me believe otherwise. Later that day, it was just Bruce who came back. I asked him where you were but he simply muttered that you’d left and went straight to his study. My heart cracked. It felt like you’d abandonment me. You did abandon me. You did all of this for me and you left me. I ruined your life and I will never get the chance to tell you that Im sorry. I felt almost numb, except for the stinging sensation in my chest. I knew this would happen but you gave me hope. Me and hope were never ones to get along. Our story more like mortal enemies but you bridged our gap and somehow you slipped through the crack and fell through. And it was all my fault.

My eyes cried that Wednesday. I was wondering through the night, and Id seen bruce. He looked upset so I wanted to sneak over and see what happened. You’d always said I wasn’t light on my feet. He just looked over and sighed. Like he was going through an inner battle and lost. He’d taken me down a dark room and when the lights turned on I realized that it was THE cave. The bat cave. Usually I would be excited but.. id seen the news lately. Batman and Robin were missing after the joker fight on Monday. And there’s been no news since. If Bruce is batman then.. I asked him if you were robin. He simply nodded his head. My eyes watered before I even got to speak next. I asked him where you were? What happened? Why won’t you come back? He told me that you were gone. That he’d been too late to save you. That there was nothing he could do. I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. That there’s risk with the jobs and no matter what i know he fought as hard as he could. But, I couldn’t speak. I tried to open my mouth, to even make a sound but it was gone. Silent tears flowed down my face like rivers and that is how we stood for what felt like forever. So it wasn’t my fault..but i still couldn’t protect him.

My hands bled that Thursday. Bruce told me, if I wanted to, that he would train me. I wouldn’t have to be “robin”, it could simply be self defense. I wanted revenge, I wanted to take down any evil out there. I told you, I didnt believe in heros and villains but I was wrong. Some people are destined to be evil and they must be taken down. Your soul was pure and you didnt deserve what happened. You were kind to a nobody like me..and this happened to you. I told Bruce that I didn’t want to be robin though. I wanted to be a canary. I wanted to have a separate meaning because I could never live up to your shoes. Because i wanted your memory to remain the same. So that Thursday, we were out all night. “Fighting” crime. I wanted everyone to remember my cape. I wanted you to.. wherever you were, to see it yourself.

My heart broke that Friday. Joker had released the video of what happened to you, that day. It was all over the news, it was everywhere. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to take away your pain, I wanted to switch roles. I wanted to be the one that died just so you could live the life that you were supposed to get. The life that it seems like i stole. Unfortunalty life doesn’t work that way. It’s a series of unfortunate events. And i wonder if i had just made yours worse?

My soul left that Saturday. You’d came back. But it wasn’t you, but I knew it was you. Everything I saw, was you, Jason Todd but my heart knew that you weren’t Jason Todd. You were Red Hood. That wasn’t just a new name, that was a new you. You barely even recognized me as we fought. You said twinkle toes but it sounded malicious. You weren’t the boy I’d fell in love with. You were a stranger, a vigilante. You were simply a person that life dug its claws into. You changed and once again you left me in the dust.

That Sunday I knew what I had to do. I felt like I was the ghost of you, like everywhere I went the ghost of you followed me and I was forever reminded that I can’t live up to your shoes. Like i was an outsider who would never fit in. I felt hollow, Id lost my best friend and basically gained a new identity. And then I saw you, and you glared at me. You hated me…and that was my biggest nightmare. Literally. So I knew what I had to do. Id been thinking about it for a while. I stood on top of the clock tower, watching the whole town. Watching the cars, and hearing the sirens, and seeing the moon at its brightest. In moments like this, there would be reminiscing. Thinking about the good times..but i didn’t have much. All i saw was you. And then I fell. It didnt go in slow mo like the movies said, it was very fast. I even regretted it near the end. Not because i wanted to change my mind but because I saw you. Not Red Hood, but my Jason Todd, you tried to save me. But I knew it was too late, it was something I had to do. Goodbye. My love.

Uhm yea that’s it..sorry i haven’t posted. Writers block and what not!! I wanted to add pictures but i’m not really sure what to add…

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

I'm begging! I need more hound being a dilfy tease! He knows he's good, and he knows the reader wants him, which is why they dress so cute for him! I'm sure he's into cute clothes with nothing underneath. I hope you see where I'm coming from!

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Really you started thinking of yourself as Hound’s arm candy. Well, given the size difference you can’t really hang off his arm but the thought still stands. Everything you wore seemed to be for the pleasure of Hound’s optics and today was no different. Cute frilly short green sundress with a zip up hoodie over it and some slouch socks that you could pull up to your thighs that you scrunched around your sneakers.

To be honest, you were becoming a bit of a detriment to Hound as he could barely focus when training with you standing there so cute like and cheering him on. Maybe that’s how Ironhide got the upper hand on him and put the poor green mech into a headlock. With a couple slaps to the dirt ground outside the base, Hound tapped out earning a hardy chuckle from Ironhide.

“Don’t tell me you were tryin’ to go easy on an old timer like myself to make me feel better,” Ironhide teased helping Hound up.

“I’m hurt you think I went easy on you,” Hound laughed back as he dusted the dirt off his metal plating.

“Maybe you were just trying to get to your little sweet spark so you made sure the fight was nice and quick,” Ironhide joked nudging Hound in your direction.

Maybe he did but Hound would never admit it. In fact his rumble with Ironhide was quickly pushed out of his mind when he laid his optics ln you. You were so cute, so small, and so soft in his servos. He swaggered over to you and knelt down in front of you so you could reach his faceplate.

“There’s my sweet baby,” Hound murmured with lovestruck optics.

“You did so good, Hound!” You cheered running your hands along his faceplate. “You’re so brave, and tough, and-“ You squeaked as you felt Hound’s wandering servo dip underneath your dress. His sneaky look turned to one of surprise then to devious interest.

“No underwear?”

“Not in public!” You scolded in a whisper yell.

“Hey I’m not the one wearing a short little dress with nothing underneath,”

“Shush!” You scolded putting your hands over his intake. Hound couldn’t help but laugh behind your tiny human hands. His servo bunched up your dress as he rubbed over your bare ass and snuck a digit between your legs.

“Hound!” You whined while looking around to make sure no one was watching how Hound shamelessly fondled you out in the open. Lucky for you Ironhide had gone back into the Ark and no other Autobots were outside at the moment.

“C’mon sweet thing,” Hound murmured into your hands. “Grind on my digit. Let me feel how wet you are for me.”

You pushed your hands harder against his dermas and whined but did exactly what you were told. You pushed your hips forward along the length of his metal finger then pulled back leaving a trail of slick arousal in your wake.

“There’s my good little human,” Hound chuckled despite your hands covering his intake. “You’re always so good at following orders.”

You twisted your head around trying to make sure no one was watching how you slid your pussy along Hound’s digit. The rush of being so vulnerable only made you wetter. Any mech could come outside and see your rear out in the open under the bunched up fabric of your dress as you rubbed yourself on Hound’s finger.

“Hound!” You whined running your hands down to grip at his chasis. “Can we please go to your habsuite?”

“I want to see you overload on my digit first,” Hound purred. You squeaked when you felt him lift your body on his finger so you were standing on your tiptoes. Most of your weight was now on your cunt putting more pressure on your clit as you rocked back and forth.

Hound simply watched how you desperately humped his finger with a smirk on his face. His optics held only love and admiration watching you so desperately try to reach your orgasm.

“My poor little human,” Hound cooed. “So desperate to get fragged down in my berth.”

You scraped the tips of your shoes against the dirt as you tried to find purchase against his finger. Your hips slid smoothly along the metal that made up his digit as your slit bumped into the first joint at the tip of his finger.

“You look so cute dressed up like that,” Hound said over his cooling fans. “Can’t wait to frag you in that cute little outfit.”

“Then so it already!” You whined.

“Cum for me first,” Hound chuckled.

You huffed and put your hips to work angling your clit against his metal finger as you ground your weight down on it. Your slick lubricants helped your little nub slide around against the pad of Hound’s digit.

“You gettin’ close?” Hound asked as he leaned down in interest. “C’mon, baby, you can do it. Cum all over my digit like the good little human you are.”

The praise got to you and you couldn’t help the way your body shivered and your thighs squeezed around his finger. You felt so exposed orgasming in front of the Ark with your rear exposed. Anyone could have walked up on you two and seen how you rode Hound’s finger.

“There we go,” Hound cooed lowering you to be flat on your feet once again. “How can I not reward you after that.” Hound supported your body in his servos like you were a porcelain doll. “Now let’s get you inside, hm?” His voice was full of promise as he stood with you cradled against his chasis.

It was impressive how Hound was able to smile and walk to his habsuite like there wasn’t a slick streak of your arousal along his finger. You felt like every single Autobot could sense the pheromones drifting off of you as you were carried to Hound’s habsuite.

“What am I going to do with you,” Hound purred as the door to his habsuite closed behind him.

You looked up at your lover with big eyes silently begging for him to work your fragile human body on his spike but Hound paid you no mind as he walked to his berth. He gently set you down so you were laying down with him hovering over you with his servos on either side of your head. You spread your legs presenting yourself for him and to make room for his hips.

“Like a little dream,” Hound murmured as he leaned down to kiss at your neck. He gently pulled away making you whine but he soothed you by dragging his servos down your body until he reached your socks. He clumsily rolled your socks up so they sat over your thighs and framed either side of your pulsing cunt.

“Hound,” You called reaching your hands up for your mech. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Want me to tear this little valve in half?” Hound teased running a digit through your folds. “I gotta prep you first, baby, you know this.” He pushed his metal finger past the clenching walls of your tight hole. You gasped feeling him push your muscles apart until he reached the base of his finger.

“So good,” you said breathlessly as you reached down to rub your clit.

“Look how cute you are ,” Hound cooed stroking the ribbed upper part of your pussy. “Think you can take another finger?”

“Yes,” you panted throwing your head back.

Hound chuckled seeing your blissed out state. He pulled his finger out so he could press the tip of his second metallic digit at your wanting hole. He slowly pushed both digits into you basking in the way you tilted your hips up to chase his touch.

“Now don’t go cumming on my fingers just yet,” Hound laughed. “I want to feel this little valve cumming all over my spike.”

Hound scissored your hole open making you hiss at the stinging stretch. “You can do it,” Hound encouraged as he rolled his digits inside of you. You squirmed humping his fingers chasing the blissful feelings he bestowed upon you.

“Are you gonna act like this when I’m finally in you?” Hound teased.

“Fuck me,” you whined. “Hound please!”

You heard Hound’s plates jittering as his whole frame shivered. His intake was hung open in awe as he gawked at you little fucked out form. “Fucking Primus,” Hound groaned when he found his composure again.

His digits slipped out if you. You heard a hiss of air depressurizating from Hound’s modesty plate. His thick army green spike flopped out already leaking and his biolights pulsing.

“Let me take care if this little valve,” Hound cooed giving his spike a couple pumps as he lined himself up with your sopping hole. “Just lay there and look pretty for me.”

The hot metal tip of his cock pushed your walls apart. You cried out Hound’s name as your pussy molded around the shape of his spike. The bumps of his biolights popped past your hole with every inch of his spike he pushed inside you.

Hound gripped your hips trying his best not to squeeze too hard and hurt you however with your warm velvety walls gripping onto him he couldn’t help but squeeze a little too tight.

“There’s my sweet little baby,” Hound moaned through his clenched dentas. “Taking it like a champ.”

He pulled his hips back letting you bask in the feeling of his entire length gliding along your slippery walls. Every bump of his biolights carved their way through your needy cunt.

“Oh Hound!” You moaned gripping onto his servos with your much smaller hands. “You’re so big, you’re so big!”

Hound laughed as he felt his ego inflate a little at how you reacted to his spike. No matter how many times he had you wrapped around his metal cock you seemed to almost go braindead every time. Your poor sweaty body completely at his mercy and all dressed up in his colors with your cute little socks.

“This what you wanted, sweet thing?” Hound teased giving you a sharp thrust earning a shaky moan from your lips. “Get your little pussy all stretched out for me?”

You nodded eagerly as tears came to your eyes. You heard Hound shift as he leaned down to kiss your tears away. You could feel the air his cooling vents pushed out of his metal frame as he set a smooth pace moving his hips back and forth.

“Hound,” you cried grabbing onto his helm. Hound saw his opportunity and pushed his glossa between your lips. His intake practically consumed the lower half of your face as he tongue fucked your mouth.

Everything about his moment was like a high for Hound. The way your pheromones drifted off of you and to his olfactory sensors was intoxicating. Your taste was like luxury grade energon on his tongue and he couldn’t help but be greedy with how he swirled his glossa around your mouth.

The wet clapping of his frame against your pelvis as your pussy drooled arousal echoed through his habsuite. If anyone had the displeasure of walking by his door they’d definitely hear the way he spike tore so gleefully into your pussy.

Hound finally pulled away from your lips only to marvel at your sweaty fucked out expression. Your lips now puffy and sore covered in his intake fluid. For some reason that felt so right in Hound’s processor. You were meant to be covered in everything he could give you. His spark pulsed eagerly wanting to somehow claim you more than he already had.

“Primus,” Hound moaned as he dove his helm down to attack your neck with kisses. “I can’t live without this pussy.”

You clawed and gripped at his frame trying to find some purchase against his thrusting. His presence was becoming overwhelming as his fucked into you with abandon, his intake leaving bite marks behind on your neck as he took what he wanted from your ever so giving body.

“C’mon,” Hound groaned into your shoulder. “Take it, take it all.”

You whimpered as you felt the dull sting of his denta biting into your shoulder. His spike twitched needily inside of you before releasing a flood of creamy transfluid that managed to bloat your womb and flood past the base of his spike.

Hound’s metal pelvis seemed to have a mind of its own as he humped your pussy through his orgasm. You squirmed and shivered feeling so full of his warm release.

“There you are,” Hound grunted. “Nice and full for me.”

You moaned the entire time Hound slipped his length out of your cunt. Your poor used pussy squeezed around nothing pushing out a gob of Hound’s overload.

“Poor baby,” Hound cooed while stroking your face. “You didn’t even get to cum again.”

You were about to respond but any words you had were turned into a shocked squeak as Hound pulled your body up to his intake. Your legs were draped over his shoulder plating as he supported your upper body in his servos.

“Don’t worry,” Hound murmured into your cunt. “I’ll take care of you.”

When you felt his glossa through your folds the only word that echoed through your skull was ‘insatiable’.

[episims]

Military Career Default Replacement: No Astronauts

@blackswan-sims was looking for this, so here's the military career default replacement I made for myself. It replaces level 9 (Astronaut) with "Brigadier". You can see the new description above.

No changes in wage, work days and hours

The career outfit will be the high rank uniform (same as for the General) instead of the astronaut one

Level 8 chance cards are edited to refer to Brigadier

Level 9 chance cards are edited to make sense with the new position

Download (SFS) (alternate)

The file is compressed. Compatible with BCON mods that alter career wages as long as the wage mod loads after the career default. Will conflict with other military career replacements.

Only English and English UK text strings are replaced, so won't work with games installed in other languages.

[kami-scribbles]

Curse of the Dread Hare (VHS, 1985)

Rare vintage VHS from Fazbear Entertainment is a must have for fans of the franchise. Selling for 80 dollars. Tape is in excellent condition and comes with bonus extras. (not depicted)

Cast (In order of Appearance)

William (@voidissleepy)

William ( @kami-scribbles)

William (@lightningchu-the-mega-raichu)

William (@solarcircuits)

William (@pandeesall)

William (@gavalaa)

[rosewheresheshouldntbe]

> Rose: Confess to Kanaya!

Rose: I love you.

Kanaya: Y Yo Ati, Rose.

> Rose: Get swallowed by something that looks like Venom.

> Rose: Get sent to super hell!

> Kanaya: Have something very gay and homophobic happen to you.

Kanaya: ...

What an absolute diversity loss. You find yourself thinking "love loses!"

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

I lowkey want one of those "live laugh love" type house signs that says "come freely, go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring" for the entryway of my house someday. I think it'd be hilarious, but it's also lowkey a nice greeting in its own way, if perhaps mildly ominous... What a nice way to set a welcoming vibe! ;)

[mint-termsandconditions]

HAPY A-ROPE-MANTIC AWARENESS WEEK!!!

That’s why for this entire week I’ll be posting Rope MF

They’re my only canonically aroace character in my Kirby oc batch (everyone else is up in the air)

after that I’ll be back to Kirby-post that isn’t of related!

Now I’m gonna post 3 fun facts:

Rope MF does not know lgbt terms:

In fact they think Aromantic means that they’re attracted to arrows, which they are not.

2. Rope MF is canonically an adult!

younger than King Dedede and Meta Knight but older than Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee:

3. As silly as Rope MF is as a concept he’s actually really annoying if he did exist.

Imagine those annoying missionaries trying to spread the word of the lord but instead of god it’s about ropes:

[foursaints]

the song cornerstone by arctic monkeys is actually about saints foursaints trying to find someone to be their personal barty crouch jr.

pasting an ad up on craiglist that’s like

URGENT‼️ anemic girlsadist with waist length hair and love of jar-preserved carcasses, symbolist theatre, and medieval christian mystic martyrdom SEEKS: convicted wizard-felon with whom to have freudian patriarchal sex ‼️

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

i wish i had more thoughts on the playlist event beyond "omg its so cool its happening" and "omg im so sad its ending" etc etc. i need to like reread what's been said about each playlist bc that's the one thing I probably dont do enough. i just have the gist of what i remember from when i read it on sunday and then the rest of it is just me going "whoa i can really see xyz listening to this" except for jopson who i constantly want to strangle bc what the fuck do u mean. Jopson and miss jamie's mixtape drive me up the WALLS im ripping my nails off thinking about them (jopson what do u listen to off the clock brother and well. dave just tell me who put what on the playlist u dont need to confirm anything at all beyond who put what on the playlist, just give me one song per guy dave i dont think its a big ask)

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

"my education is my highest priority" everything returns to vocaloid

[harmoniouseclipse]

MLP Violet doodle bc burnout has hands (her outfit is like an elden ring boss)

[regular-lord-reckoner]

so i took my car in today because i thought it might just need some more brake fluid and although i tried to just look at it myself i couldn't for the life of me figure out which part under the hood was the brake fluid reservoir without having to lean all over my car and get all dirty, so i figured i might just have to pay a service fee and whatever for the fluid itself...

turns out i need all new brake pads !!

ahaha

haha

ha

yay

[skibasyndrome]

I have the willpower of a TODDLER

[mango-machinery]

im genuinely so horrifically in love with him its so fucked up