#so like? they would have noticed?????? that theres no blood??????????? coming out of this body??????????????????

[rohirric-hunter]

My suspension of disbelief is just fine with the fact that when people get shot in a PG-13 production, the show is not going to have an accurate amount of blood shown on screen.

This suspension of disbelief does not extend to the characters in-universe being easily fooled into believing someone has been shot dead when they aren't bleeding at all.

[beiibeiii]

under your spell

vampire!arlecchino x f!reader wlw smut

cw : smut, reader gets drunk and passes out lol, dream manipulation, arlecchino eats you out like theres no tomorrow, reader gets dizzy from lack of blood, arle is a little possessive, kinda non-consensual..

halloween special, apart of @edgeray halloween event :)

guess whos back lol, sorry if my quality of writing has gone down a bit, i haven't written properly in a while, not really proofread

art creds: vyphorium on X

it was finally the night of halloween. students from all over the campus had been invited to this halloween party. you knew arlecchino was never fond of parties, and was usually busy anyways, but when you said you were going, suddenly her scehdule cleared and she was interested in going.

arlecchino and you both shared a dorm so you met up in front of the front door. arlecchino stands around a head taller than you, making you raise your head to look up at her, making eye contact. god, she looked so dangerous yet so, so enticing. she was 'dressed' as a vampire. wearing a beautiful white ruffle blouse with ruffled sleeves, a elegant black, patterned waistcoat, along with black slacks and leather boots. she wore a long, silver cross necklace, a pretty dark red rose on her chest with blood stained down her shirt.

"beautiful, as always." she mutters under her breath. you catch a glimpse of her sharp fangs, glimmering under the dim light. you feel her red, crossed pupils glow in the light as her eyes peer all over, up and down, your body. your dressed in a beautiful, backless, black lacey dress, ending halfway down your thighs. the black lace makes your skin slightly visible. god, the way your dress clung onto your body outlined your beautiful waist so perfectly. your wearing cute, fluffy black cat ears that sit on the top of your head along with ankle high boots and a black collar to complete the outfit.

you smile sweetly at her, feeling heat run up your cheeks.. you feel all shy and nervous at her remark. were you always so nervous around your own roommate? "you look so handsome." you compliment her sweetly. your mouth curls up into a cute smile. arlecchino returns the favour, smiling back at you, her fangs fully visible now. they looked so real, but you knew they were fake fangs though, right?

"lets get going then." she muses lowly. arlecchino walks you with a hand around your waist, protectively, to the dorm where the party had been set. she knocks on the door firmly. it isn't long before the door is opened up quickly. there were crowds of people, dressed up, everywhere. arlecchino's eyes scan over the surroundings, taking in the sight of the chaotic looking party. she doesnt seem enthusiastic about being here, at all. she would never admit it, but she just wanted to come to keep you close.

before you knew it, tartaglia spotted you two in the doorway, hauling you and arlecchino into the crowd of people immediately. the three of you meet up with signora and scaramouche. you are all around a small table, drinking and taking shots, having conversations and laughing together.

there were lots of eyes on you and arlecchino knew it. she could see how they'd look at your lips and your body. the way your dress looked on you wasn't helping too. fuck, arlecchino would rip their necks off right now if she could. you were just so, so oblivious to even notice them eye fucking you. occasionally arlecchino would glance at you in the corner of her eyes, keeping a close eye on you if you strayed too far.

you'd watch arlecchino skip out on vodka and beer, deciding to go for.. a dark red wine? almost like blood. it looked quite thick, it's lightly stain the glass and her lips too. a contrast to her pale skin, making her look more like an vampire. arlecchino didn't seem to be getting drunk at all, she did have high alcohol tolerance after all. ah.. your thinking too much about it, maybe it was the alcohol getting to your head.

tartaglia starts slurring out recent gossip on campus. how, for the past 2 weeks, it was rumoured that vampires going around, sucking students blood at night and leaving marks as evidence. signora scoffs, rolling her eyes, stating how it was probably their classmates pranking each other. arlecchino grimaces slightly at his words, her 'faux' fangs showing again. they looked so real.. but there was no way arlecchino was a vampire.. right?

it wasn't long before you started getting drunk, your mind started spinning and all sounds started getting distorted. your words would slur and you'd sway to the left and right in your seat. getting all mumbly and sloppy with your movements. arlecchino lets out a light, breathy sigh at your state, wrapping her arm around your hip, once more, firmly.

"do you think vampires are real too, arle..?" you lazily slur, your half lidded eyes gazing up into her piercing ones.

god, you were just adorable. the way blood rushed to your cheeks made arlecchino go absolutely crazy. she couldn't hold her temptations back and longer. the only thing running through her mind was imagining how your blood would taste, how it'd run down her lips and drip onto her tongue..

a eyebrow cocks up at your question. her eyes narrow lightly as she leans in closer to you. mumbling into your ear, so your intoxicated self could hear her over the music. "what makes you think vampires aren't real, my dear?" arlecchino's tone is dangerous, almost inviting. her fangs graze over your ear lightly. the faint sharpness makes flinch slightly, pulling away a little as you push her face away from you.

"stop trying to tease me.." you whine, your words slurring. arlecchino sits up properly, chuckling lowly to herself.

"i think you've had enough to drink for tonight, it's getting late. we should head back." arlecchino states, her sharp gaze on you. her words dripping with caution. she needed you, now. you sloppily nod at her words, saying goodbye to everyone as she hauls you out the crowded party, keeping you close to her, with a hint possessiveness.

the door to your dorms was opened, arlecchino helps you in, taking you into your room and setting you down on the bed. you'd already passed on the short walk down the hallway to your dorms. your hair was fanned out across the bed. your cheeks were lightly dusted red from the alcohol consumed. your eyelids were shut with your soft, plump lips slightly parted. you looked so peaceful. so.. so fucking vulnerable.

she couldn't hold back her desires any longer. arlecchino shuts the door, the room being thrown into darkness. She walks over to the bed, looking down at your limp body. her eyes fixated on your neck, her fangs aching and her mouth watering at the sight. itching to get a taste of your sweet, delicate blood.

her fangs sink into your skin, draining your blood. she savours the first few drops of blood that she's able to pull from you. her eyes flutter closed as she hums against your neck. god you tasted so good, never had she had such.. divine blood like this on her tongue. she feels your head turn to the side, letting out a small whimper in your sleep. you must be having a good dream, right? she pulls away momentarily, admiring her work.

her eyes stay fixed on your neck now as the blood slowly trickles from the wound. the wound allures her, as if its asking for more. she leans in for more, making sure she doesn't wake you up. her tongue laps up at the wound on the side of your neck. the feeling of being able to taste you again made her feel dizzy with ecstasy. you were just so blissfully unaware, it turned her on so much more. her tongue brushes against the wound to stop any of it from spilling out. giving it one last long lick as blood stains her lips. she lifts her head to kiss you on the lips passionately.

your soft lips meet her blood-stained ones. arlecchino could hear your little sleepy hums against her lips. at the same time, arlecchino enters your dreams, manipulating it like vampires do.

your eyes fluttered open.. you felt so dazed. was this a dream? was arlecchino kissing you..? your neck aches though, you feel warm liquid drip down to your collarbone. you felt so dizzy from the alcohol in your system and from blood being drained from your neck. you didn't have the energy to move, what was happening?

you feel as she pulls away from the kiss. tasting your bitter, metallic blood. she sees how dazed and dazed you looked, it drives her crazy. her eyebrows pinched together as she starts to take your dress off. her movements firm, but not rough. her gaze was sharp and alluring.

"stay still for me. let me take care of everything." arlecchino mutters lowly, sliding your dress over your head.

you feel as if something controlled your mind. you stay still as she asked, you didn't resist her at all. she unclasps your bra, sliding it off to the side, your beautiful tits on for show, just for her. she sucks in a breath, her blood stained fangs visible between her lips. arlecchino leaves your cat ears on, thinking you look more adorable and vulnerable all for her.

she grabs a handful of your tits, squeezing them lightly. she wondered how your tits would taste too. you let out a soft moan. your head whips to the side. god you were so overwhelmed, all your senses heightened right now. she continues to fondle with your tits as she mutters under her breath.

"fuck.. so pretty for me."

her other hand dips down into your underwear, feeling your slick pool up underneath. you were so wet already. arlecchino lightly rubs on your clit, testing your sensitivity. you let out a whimper at her actions, your eyes fluttering closed. she rubs more firmly as her other hand leaves your tit and pulls your panties down. they're thrown off somewhere on the floor as she lowers herself. you cunt slicked up all for her. she couldn't wait to just eat you up.

you feel so desperate, so dizzy with pleasure. your hands find her way to her head, burying your fingers in her soft hair.

"hurry.." you whisper out softly, peering down at her with your voice hoarse. arlecchino knows better than to keep you waiting. she spits on your cut, making your breath hitch, before diving in immediately. allowing you to tug on her hair.

her tongue fucks your dripping cunt, savouring your delicious slick. god your warm walls felt so good against her tongue. your eyes roll back in pleasure, fuck she was so good. you moan loudly, your vision blurring, out of overstimulation.

arlecchino's hands keep your thighs open. she laps at your cunt like its the last thing she'd eat. absolutely devouring you. you nudge her deeper into your pussy, her nose bumps at your clit every so often. she was so messy. arlecchino would suck and slurp loudly, the filthy noises filing the room up. she keeps eye contact with you throughout the whole way. she mumbles against your wet cunt, made vibrations, making your thighs close around her head.

arlecchino eats you out with more fervour, absolutely devouring you. you feel that coil in your stomach start to form. your tugs on her hair and your moans drive her on more than anything. you were just so sensitive. you could barely get your words out.

"c-close..! mm..mpff..!" you moan out loudly.

your orgasmed hard all over her face, squirted your cum on her face. your thighs wrapped around her face. she laps your essence up like a dog, before pulling away with a smirk, her chin dripping with your cum. you go limp, trying to catch your breath. your eyebrows are furrowed and your eyes are squeezed shut. you feel so dizzy, so fucking high. she leans into your neck. licking the blood that had run down from your wound. humming lowly in satisfaction. her hardness poking into your thigh.

"brace yourself.. i still need to savour your taste.."

[eggedbellies]

imagine theres a slime monster living in your walls, you only noticed it bcuz sometimes it stays in one spot too long and you need to repaint ceiling due to water damage. you dont really mind, it doesnt leave the wall wet so there's no mold, and you dont have ppl come over often, the ones that do dont question why you have new stains on the ceiling every month.

obviously it likes warm places so its easy to placate during the winter you moved in since you're also cold, so turning the heat up keeps it happy and hiding.

but then the summer comes and it gets too cold from the ac, it finds the bathroom is much warmer when you're taking a shower. slowly with every shower you take it gets more comfortable being in plain sight, moving from in the wall, to the cabinet, to laying the floor, pressed against the outside of the tub. you never notice bcuz of your opaque shower curtain and it always hides when you get out, lingering nearby until the heat and steam finally fade. going back to the attic or the side of the house the sun hits thats only barely warm enough.

then one day you decide to have a self care day and take a bath, you have your laptop set up to watch movies and maybe a little wine to sip on. your slimey house mate coming to hang out but staying hidden since the curtain isn't pulled.

the lights are dim tho so it decides to test how close it can get to the tub without being seen. apparently pretty damn close bcuz you don't notice him until hes perched on the edge of the tub. you're shocked for a moment but don't really care, maybe he's dried out you do keep it kind of cold, you'll turn the ac down a bit when you get out and maybe leave him somewhere to stay warm.

after a couple more movies you decide to get out, not noticing that the slime moved hours ago, and start to drain the tub. you feel something frantically grip your thighs and try to get up but slip a little further in the tub causing it to press again your hole to start away from the drain.

you realize it's probably the slime afraid to go down the drain and reach forward to plug it back up, but having found an escape and being forced even closer it presses into you. you let out a startled moan and try to scramble out, but once you've got your legs out of the water and try to grab the slime, it slips thru your fingers.

and now its found a much warmer place to hide from the cold air, it slithers into you further, you collapse to your knees, and further, your sure itll never come out, and still goes further.

you finish out the summer with your housemate living in you, its normal to you now, it doesnt bother you at all just like living in the house it mostly keeps to itself. your tummy is a little bloated which is fine by you. you always enjoyed having a little fat on you so you arent going to complain about looking a little bigger.

winter comes and the heat is on and you're hiding under a heated blanket and a heating pad for good measure, your so damn cold blooded but all the ways to get comfy in the winter make it better. soft bkankets and warm fires. and one day you notice theres a bit of shifting in you. you dont pay attention to it until it starts moving downward and think about your housemate that moved into you all those months ago. it moves further down until its just barely sticking out of you and hangs out there.

outside you may be warmer now but its enjoying how wet the inside of your body is. but fuck you wish it would move. you feel so full with him just. casually hanging out in you.

i've been hoarding this post for so long and now everyone gets to see it

[strangesem]

hihi!!

if you’re still taking requests.. can you do a Hobie x fem!reader 😟‼️❓

Can Hobie be really close friends, and the reader has a fat crush on him. Like following him like a lost puppy, doing sweet things for him typa crush.

And like, one day she goes over to his place and he’s all injured and in his Spider Suit, and she like freaks out?

THIS IS SO CUTE RAHHHHH

apologies to everyone who’s request I haven’t gotten to yet; this ended up being a pretty long one because I just couldn’t stop writing lol

hobie brown x reader (reader finding hobie injured)

a/n: I changed it just a little bit and made reader and hobie roommates lol (as I’ve said previously I see hobie as 19-ish)

ps I need more spider-punk gifs theres like 3 total

so you and hobie have been best friends since you were kids

and you’ve been crushing on him since you were like 14-

and when you got your own place, it was only natural to share that with hobie

because of his struggle with being unhoused, he spent a lot of time at your place, so it wasn’t much of a change anyway

and sure the apartment was a little small, and not in the greatest neighborhood, but it was home

or at least you thought so

as hobie started coming come later and later, you became unsure if he felt the same

even worse he consistently came home with bruises/marks littering his face and arms, and you’re sure if you could see the rest of his body it would be the same

he’d always hound you for being out late because of the type of people who hung around this part of town at night, but if you even try to ask him to be more safe? he i just shrugs it off.

“it’s different” or so he claims, but you fail to see how.

not to mention that, as far as you could tell, he didn’t even have a reason to be out so late.

and as his late nights bleed into early mornings, you eventually stop being able to stay up waiting for him every night, and that worries you even more;

what if he just doesn’t come back one day? and you wouldn’t even know until the next morning!!

but your school/work responsibilities, as irrelevant as they may seem compared to your concern for your best friend, necessitated you having a full nights rest

but tonight? you can’t sleep.

hobie had promised you he’d be home in time to watch the new horror movie you’d rented. and yet, he never showed.

you had actually gone to bed early, exhausted and knowing sitting on the couch waiting would only breed more anxiety as each hour passed; but you hadn’t slept

you couldn’t. not tonight.

and so, you decide to just get up and have something warm to drink; maybe that would help soothe you

you lazily drag yourself to the kitchen, spend a few moments debating between tea and cocoa, before delicately mixing together your drink of choice

it’s then that you realize you had apparently left the tv on? the volume is off but there’s clearly light coming from your living room

so, you quietly enter the living room to grab the remote to turn it off; only to see a body laying across the small couch you had recently bought, causing you to jump

“jesus christ hobie what the fuck- WHAT THE FUCK HOBIE”

you quickly notice the crimson blood dripping from his deep looking wounds, seeping into his clothes- wait no. spider-man’s suit???

one thing at a time y/n.

“‘m sorry, just kinda crashed here” his voice is hoarse as he grabs your hand and squeezes it in some weird plea to keep himself grounded

“OHMYGODHOBIEAREYOUOKAYWHATHAPPENEDISTHISWHYYOUREALWAYSOUTSOLATEWHYDIDNTYOUTELLMEYOUREBLEEDINGLIKEALOTSHOULDNTWEBEDOINGSOMETHINGABOUTTHAT”

translation: omg hobie are you okay?? what happened- is this why you’re always out so late?? you’re bleeding like a lot shouldn’t we be doing something about that?????

you quickly stammer out before running to grab all the first aid supplies you had in the bathroom and heading back to a way too unbothered hobie

“calm down I’ve had worse”

���YOU’VE WHA-

“calm down.” he grabs you by the shoulders and makes you look him in the eye “I’m fine”

“people who are fine don’t bleed this much, hobie.” you began working on the worst looking wound, applying pressure with a cloth to hopefully stop the bleeding “why didn’t you tell me?”

“y’ worry too much; especially ‘bout me”

“of course I do! you’re my best friend.”

“we both know it’s more than that, love”

you freeze; you can’t look at him. you’re too embarrassed to let yourself admit that he’s right, because you had always been just friends. and you were terrified of ruining that.

“I’m sorry”

“look at me, y/n”

you can’t.

“feelings mutual y’know, if that’s what’s got ya all worked up” he laughs, shoving your shoulder a little in an effort to diffuse the tension you had built up within yourself “always has been; thought I made it pretty obvious. you always were pretty oblivious though”

“no I’m not!” he smiles; you always were defensive too

“pretty sure y’a are”

“I will literally let you sit here and bleed out”

“no you won’t”

no, you won’t.

you just go back to addressing his wounds, trying not to feel all giddy inside, but also doing your best not to overflow with anxiety.

what are you guys then? this changes EVERYTHING- is it weird that you live together now? is it weird-

“you’re worrying again. and don’t try to tell me you’re not; I know that face”

“it’s nothing. anyway, I’m all done; we should change the bandages in a few hours though, just to keep everything clean”

you get up to go wash your hands, and maybe heat up your long-forgotten drink, but you’re interrupted by hobie’s audible sigh

“you’re forgetting something, love”

“I am?? did I miss somewhere?” your voice gets progressively higher as you check him over, worry bubbling within you

“y’ did, yeah”

he pulls you closer to him, briefly cradling your face before allowing his lips to brush against yours

“stay? f’ me?”

[kingprinceleo]

Silhouette Timeline Master Post !

Silo is from my 1000 Years Bound Au- (Summary) (Horror AU) 500 years into the future, Miles finds himself at the mysterious kingdom of Solar Sanctum, ruled by the long absent King Shadow. Shadow invites Miles to stay as a collaboration of great minds to try and solve the murky state their world has fallen into. It isnt long before Miles starts to realize Shadow is no longer the man he remembers, and starts to get tangled up in his web of madness.

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Silo is one of Shadow's little oopsies ! She was meant to be a trial experiment, bioengineered during one of his many attempts to bring order back to the planet. Shadow completely tunnel visioned by his own vision for his work, failed to comprehend the burden that accompanied bringing a creature to life. He succeeded in creating a living breathing being. And it horrifies him. (cw for almost violence against a child)

Not too long after his meltdown, the Black Arm part of his brain overrides his disdain for this creature, and for a short while, he fulfills the role of being a parent to her. Creating a nest and taking care of the babys every need.

Once he returns to his normal mindset he starts to neglect this kid again, he refuses to acknowledge its his daughter, and even a person at all. All he sees her as is an experiment he wants nothing else to do with while he moves on to other research. Most of the responsibilities fall on Valentine and Tails. Tails is suspicious and frustrated with Shadow, unable to get any answers out of him about Silos origins. More often than not, Valentine is the one handling Silhouette, sneaking out of the castle and bringing her to the edge of the kingdom where an apple orchid resides. She spends time learning about taking care of children from the wolf Crisp, a widowed mother of three. Shadow usually never notices the childs absence, and doesnt really care when he does. And when he does care, its usually because hes doing something like this:

They also start figuring out Silos abilities, being able to turn into a black liquid and taking whatever shape she wants. Shes also near silent. No one is sure if she took on Shadows immortality yet...

Plot stuff happens whatever,,, Shadow takes a huge L

Shadows physically weak and incredibly frail, he cant move at all for weeks, eventually getting a custom walking chair. Major loss of chaos energy from his body from overloading, now any minor usage of chaos energy can fuck him UP.

In his eyes, hed fallen from godhood, now abandoned to be a pathetic regular person. And now word is getting out around the kingdom. He cant hide behind being all powerful, he needs to start at least pretending to act normal real fast. And that comes with acknowledging Oh hey . theres like . a princess by the way. his daughter who he is totally raising.

Valentine needs to be at Shadows side around the clock for a couple years, so Silhouette spends a lot of time at home in the castle, usually being very clingy to Shadow, she loves to nestle into his collars and his quills

This continues even when Shadow starts setting her to the side again to focus on rebuidling the kingdom. Now a toddler, shes getting sent off to go hang out with Crisps family pretty often, they become like a whole family to her. Despite that, Silhouette often sneaks out of the house to walk all the way back from the edge of the kingdom to go be with her father again. Shadow starts sending his Shadow Eye, Baja to accompany her so she stops doing that.

As she gets older she starts understanding the expectations Shadow is holding over her head. She is the offspring of the Ultimate Lifeform, and he expects something made of his own blood to be nothing short of perfect, an exact copy of his grace and excellence. At the same time, however, she is never supposed to surpass him. He plans to remain the Ultimate Lifeform until the end of time.

Perhaps she would have considered his cruel edge and bitter tongue normal affection had she not spent years with a family who's shown her what love looks like. She appreciates them so much, but she cant help but try to desperately claw out the same type of affection from Shadow. It deeply pains her and stirs resentment for her half siblings whenever her father comes over to the orchid, either to pick her up or at the request of Val, and she watches Shadow interact with the other children. He views them as lesser, but because of this, the lack of expectation for them, he comes off as a little kinder. Tolerating things he would never allow Silo to do in his presence, coldly reprimanding her in the hollowing silence of their black arms hive mind. He trained a lot of her emotional responses out of her, leaving her with a dead expression most of the time.

As a teenager, the noise in the back of her mind gets louder, deadset on destruction. Part of her wants to kill Shadow. Shes afraid of that side of herself. She starts acting out, trying to distract him from his work to get his attention, positive or negative attention she doesnt care anymore. It starts small but as he keeps turning a blind eye, expecting Val to handle it, she is the head guard after all. Gradually she increases the intensity, committing real crimes in the kingdom and testing how far she needs to push that old man, from stealing to committing arson. Shes willing to tear this whole kingdom apart if it means Shadow will come and stop her.

Eventually, Shadow does! Additionally, Shadows in a much better mental and physical state than he was years ago, where he was genuinely at his worst. After a lot of talks with Miles, Val, and Crisp and realizing the worst parts of himself are being manifested in this child before his eyes. He goes to finally give her what she wants.

Hes still not a great parent, but now he puts more effort in, working with Silo to get her behavior in check, being overall more available and open to her.

[bitchlessdino]

hello perhaps morning after sex with mingyu + wonwoo ?? like you wake up in bed with both of them after a drunken threesome and go again… maybe one of the boys wakes up first and you start hooking up with him right there only for the other to wake up and get pouty before joining in

Pairing: (Mingyu x afab!reader x Wonwoo)

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.8k

tags: Tags: poly, established friendship, brief enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, spanking, double penetration, degradation, brief hole slapping?, mean wonwoo, sweet mingyu

Summary: Mingyu being the common denominator for the strained acquaintanceship of both you and Wonwoo, he's determined to make this friendship work.

author note: can yall believe this is my first minwon fic, i mean theres a million ones out there that arent mine, but its interesting it took this long. thank you kaili my love for the request, i hope you like it

Mingyu and Wonwoo were and have been inseparable, that is until you came into the picture. You met Mingyu first and clicked immediately with him, taking him everywhere you went like schoolmates. You were self-claiming that he was your best friend, despite how many people telling you he’d be a better boyfriend (he is insanely hot), and that Wonwoo was second best to you.

Wonwoo didn’t like that about you. You just popped out of nowhere with your pretty face and can-do attitude, attaching yourself to Mingyu’s hip like a clingy fanny pack. He was there first and clearly had a stronger connection with Mingyu and he wasn’t going to let some ‘nobody’ steal his friend away from him, no matter how cute that smile was or how nice you smelled.

Mingyu being the ‘empath’ he is, starting to use the word unironically at this point, he could sense the hostility between the two and how things never seemed to align when you were together. It was like a dark cloud peering over everyone when they were in the same room. It made social gatherings suffocating at times and that was unfortunate since he enjoyed both their companies equally, so he set off a plan in motion.

The next gathering would just be the three of them, close and intimate. Drinks would be involved, maybe some food, have it all set up in his apartment, and before you know it, they’d all be besties. This was going to go great.

“Mmh, Wonwoo…”

Mingyu realized things went too well when he found out what he was waking up to the following morning. His eyes couldn’t process it initially, but through his strained eyes he can make out you grinding your wet entrance up against his best friend’s raging boner, moaning obscenities that he hardly ever imagined coming out of your lips.

Wonwoo’s deep chuckles were as dark as chocolate, running his hands all over your body in delight, looking up in amazement to see how needy you already were. “So whiny, you’re so annoying. You want me that bad?”

You nod back at him incessantly, tweaking your stuff buds between your fingers, “I…want…you in me…”

A corner of his lips quirks up, he forces your hips to ride his torso harder, “Yeah? You want my cock inside you?”

Your lips contort anxiously, dragging your hands over his toned, muscular build, “Mm, yes, I want it…”

“I’m gonna need to hear you beg for it. Beg for me, whore,” He taps his length on your stomach, having you mewl over him desperately.

Your core throb, practically hearing the echo from its vacancy, screaming at you to be filled, “Wonwoo please…”

He arches a brow, “Please what? Be specific.”

You’re clenching over nothing, whining in his ear as you leaned towards him, “Please put your cock in me…I need you…”

Mingyu was half asleep when this was all occurring. Tossing and turning, he was wondering what was happening in the background, and why the hell was he so tired for. He soon notices the instability of the bed slightly rocking in its spot, the pure stench of sex that coated the inside of his nostrils, and then your breathy moan, rhythmically dancing in the air. The images then all rush back to him, blood flowing to his lower half, finding enough for his shaft to stand on, and the feeling of neglect wash over him.

“Seriously? You guys couldn’t wait?”

You immediately collect the sounds of Mingyu's pretty whines and turn your head to his side of the bed. “Baby, you’re—ah—up.”

“Hey Gyu.” Wonwoo nods at the younger man.

Mingyu juts out his bottom lip childishly, lightly throwing a pillow back at his friends, and sees it make no effect on the situation. He shifts from the bed, the blanket falling from his body and exposing stiff length, rubbing his eyes in slight frustration. “I can’t believe you two. Without me.”

Your eyes latch on his size, pulling him by his shaft, giggling. “It’s not too late for you to join in.”

“Well, now I gotta catch up,” his hand catches the back of your head and claims your lips.

Your hips moved more slowly this time, focusing on savoring the taste of his lips while entertaining, but the man underneath you wasn’t so patient. Distracted with Mingyu, Wonwoo grips your hips and ruts you faster, bouncing you in his lap. As the sounds of skin slapping together in perfect harmony, you moan in soft, staccato breaths in Mingyu's mouth, allowing your lips to part and have his tongue explore. His hands start playing a part when they fell to your chest, teasing your nipples lightly.

With the endearing way you feel apart to his touch, he can’t help but pull away from the kiss to just have them in his mouth, sucking your tender skin and mouthing flesh around it. “You’re so fucking beautiful...”

His eyes gaze back at you like he was in heat, his hips, and cock twitching to be inside you, your eyes telling him the same. He embraces you as you ride Wonwoo, drawing circles with his tongue, clenching your flesh in his hands, drunk on your pretty voice calling out to him. He could do this all day if he could, but there was one thing he wanted to do a smidge more.

“Come on, Gyu, you know you want to,” Wonwoo takes his hand to your ass cheeks, have you whimper upon impact.

Mingyu knew all too well what his best friend meant and pushed you down to reunite your lips with Wonwoo’s in a frenzy. Mingyu made himself comfortable behind you, legs bordering Wonwoo and parallel to yours. He runs a slick finger over your moisture, and squeezes it between the older man’s cock and your walls, testing your limits.

“So fucking tight…has Wonwoo treating you well?”

You hardly mumble a yes as Wonwoo thrusts deep inside you, feeling the tension up your body and ramming repeatedly inside you, his hands clapping over your ass every few seconds or so. 

“We’re gonna stretch you nice and wide for us okay?” Mingyu warns with a playful tinge.

You moan against Wonwoo’s lips, feeling the heat of his cocky chuckle on your neck. “I think that means yes, Gyu.”

Mingyu held your hips in place, rubbing the tip at the edge of your entry before gradually pushing his length in. With blown-out eyes, you try to quickly adjust to the strain of two cocks plunged inside you, feeling their slick griths rub against each other and fill up your vacancy past its limit, “Oh, fuck…”

It's when Mingyu finds his place that you realize it's only begun. Your hips stationary and nails digging into a pillow, they moved on polar pacing, but fucking you with a similar depth. The euphoria of fullness had overcome you and you try backtracking to the moment when you felt a sensation similar, but none comes in mind. You felt used in the most heavenly way possible.

“So…tight…Fuck, you feel good…” Wonwoo growls out between his grunts, “Stupid slut, perfect fucking body, perfect fucking hole, you’re just perfect everything, aren’t you?”

“So good for us…you’re taking us so good, baby.” Mingyu agrees.

Your eyes keep rolling back in your skull, taking deep breaths, restraining your own orgasm, and at some point the sweat of you three fuse together, becoming one living and breathing system, hot to the touch and unstoppable. Wonwoo eventually encourages you to sit up, pressing your back against Mingyu’s chest, having the image of you being spoiled giving him a sense of purpose and bliss.

“That’s a pretty picture,” he comments, watching as Mingyu grabs your chest again, rolling your nipples and abusing them to his liking.

“I’m c-c-cumming…” you stutter.

Mingyu smugly grins against your skin. “But we’ve only started, baby.”

“I-I know I’m…try–fuck–shit, Mingyu!” You react to the love tap he makes to your hole, his laughter flooding your ears.

Wonwoo laughs along with him, his nails running over your chest and stomach. “Listen to him, slut. Don’t make us have to make you wait…”

“Y-yes, sir…”

Wonwoo was pleased to see your chest heave up and down breathlessly, sweat beading down your body, and the helplessness on your face while Mingyu took advantage. The power running through his veins was immaculate; he made you grind faster, Mingyu pound you harder, all of his present senses were being fulfilled to their maximum. Despite being underneath you, Wonwoo clearly had the upper hand. 

There was a point you couldn’t help yourself anyway, your arousal seeps out of you like oozing honey, dripping the side of your legs and down Wonwoo’s lap, clutching the man behind you desperately for reassurance. “S-shit…I’m sorry.”

“You better be. Mingyu, get on top of them.”

Mingyu follows orders well, your body flat on the mattress in mere seconds with him toppled over you, his smile staring back at you, “Hey, there.”

You get no chance to greet him back as he smothers you with his lips, his full length pushing back in you, and your body aches from the sensitivity. Wonwoo is just a step behind, pulling your legs just slightly more in his direction, he steps off the bed. He plants his feet on the ground and fills up your core to its brim, not caring about the mess you make, only thinking of the bigger mess he plans to make.

“S-so full…”

“You should’ve listened to Wonwoo, baby.” Mingyu strokes the side of your head, pressing his lips against your skin and sucking them until he sees the pigment rise to the surface. 

The room could hardly contain any of the sounds happening, no doubt interrupting a fourth party’s day, and none of you had a care in the world. You were a sweating mess beneath the both of them, used up like their personal toy, and being bruised left and right, all worth it to meet another climax, this time both men joining you.

Mingyu was still kissing your flushed skin when it was happening and Wonwoo, having already poured thick ribbons of his nectar inside you, was pushing it back inside of you, a trail of his and Mingyu’s essence seeping out of you into the sheets. Doing it once, twice, and three times before, you’d do it again and again until your hunger presents itself.

Although both men knew how to make you full, they couldn’t distract or fulfill you from the absence of food. Knowing how exhausted you’ve become, Mingyu laid your body to rest, cleaning out any and all the remnants from your body, while Wonwoo called ahead for some breakfast.

“Anything specific you both want?”

Mingyu cuddles up next to you when he’s finished, throwing a blanket over bare bodies, “Yeah maybe a breakfast sandwich? How about you, baby?”

“That sounds perfect,” you grin, kissing the top of his nose.

Wonwoo smiles to himself, reciting it over the phone before joining them back in bed. He holds you from behind nuzzling to the crook of your neck, and you laugh, wondering why he ever bothered you in the first place. It felt complete with you three together, like a breakfast sandwich.

[thesuperiorrobin]

𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞~

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Damian Wayne x Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: mentions of blood, slight cursing, might not be accurate to real ice hockey so I apologize in advance.Damian being a demon on the ice, I wrote Damian OOC, mostly likely, he’s just in love

Damian looks flawless in ice, I’m just going to put that out there. I know he would.

He gets a bit carried away, ramming people up against the walls. That’s what he’s known for when he’s on the ice so the other team tries to stay far away from him, but also try to take the puck from him. Never really works out.

Always get penalized for it too and put in penalty for 2-5 minutes. Is pissed off at that for no reason.

The MAIN reason why his team wins. (Most of the time)

Really loyal to his team. If the opposite side ‘accidentally’ hurts his teammates he’s the first one to skate over to them. Might throw the first punch but it depends 🤷‍♀️ (100% will throw the punch no matter what :))

He gets hurt a lot. Whether it’s him digging with other or simply ramming into thing to hard , theres bound to be blood, a lots of it sometimes. But he always comes back with bandages around the wounds or maybe stitches.

If he does get hurt he puts out a little signal that only you know telling you he’s okay.

His signal in telling you that he’s going to make a goalie and dedicate it to you is literally stopping right in front of you and placing his gloved fist on the clear barricade, giving you a grin.

Buys you the tickets to go to his game. You never miss one. That’s because he says your his lucky charm during the games. That’s why his team wins all the time.

First row right next to his team where he can keep an eye one you and hold small conversations before it’s his time to go back on the ice

Likes to show off.

A lot. Only does it to impress you 

Gives you the puck he made a goalie and won with (is that allowed?)

The crowds get louder and louder as the seconds count down. You're anxious and you don't know why. Damian’s team and the opposing team are tied with points. You’ve noticed Damian’s actions get more violent as time goes on. The more violent he got the more penalties he got which is a time out on the benches. Which means the other team gets a chance at scoring a point without Damian roughly ramming them against the wall. You’re cheering him on as he glides against the ice, but soon find yourself taking a break from the yelling.

Your eyes follow his figure as he glides against the ice, hockey stick in hand as he moves the puck back and forth against the base of the stick. There’s another figure coming for him, one from the opposing team. You cringe, knowing what’s about to happen to the poor person.

Lucky it wasn’t another penalty, but you would hear the crowd gasp witnessing the sight for what seemed like the nth time in less than twenty minutes. But, every time he did get a penalty and put in the penalty box, or as you call it the time out box, you can’t help but laugh. Knowing that Damian was put out for being rough much like how a small toddler would be put in the corner for not listening at all. It was always such a funny sight. Damian rams into the person hard, knocking him down.

“OH!” Dick says from behind you “that’s gotta hurt!” You know he wasn’t talking to you but you hum and nod. Dick and the others know first hand how rough he can be, having been practicing with him last time it didn’t end will with. “I think he gave him a concussion” Tim was also behind you sitting next to Dick, while Jason was no where to be seen.

‘Probably went to go shove his face with food’

Despite being on the other team you feel bad for them and the bruises they’ll be getting the following day. Not to mention the sore body’s they’ll have to work through. You’ve been sitting in the same spot for more than an hour with each game period being at least twenty minutes long, with fifteen minute breaks. Maybe they were shorter but you really couldn’t tell.

Damian misses his shot by a few inches away from the goalie, not being able to stop in time he slams himself up against the wall, the people behind it cover their mouths out of shock and you slap your forehead, shaking your head as you watch him brush it off and continue to play. However, his coach calls him out to replace him with another teammate. He compiles but has a sour look on his face, once he reaches the dry ground he throws his stick. Clearly angry and frustrated all you could do is watch for a while as he takes off his helmet, hair slightly damp from the sweat—giving him helmet hair, all messy and pointing in different directions. It makes you laugh a little. But your sudden mood changes quickly as he sits down head in his hands—running over his sweaty black locks. You don’t think twice as you tap on the screen that keeps his and your row apart.

Damian has good hearing with a small sound so it wasn’t hard to hear you tapping away. He turns to your directions, giving you a small nod. You frown and tilt your head down a little and he rolls his eyes knowing what you're implying and gives you a forced smile. You give him a thumbs up as he scoffs, he watches carefully as you pull out your phone and type away. His eyes never leave you until you place your phone, screen side up against the clear glass divider. Green eyes squinting as he reads away:

‘don’t worry. You got the next goal. I know it!’

That sentence alone makes his heart swell. Damian takes off his right gloves and pats his chest—right where his heart would be two times. A way of saying he appreciate the small gesture.

You take your phone off the glass and erase the previous sentence replacing it with a new one—placing it back on the glass: ‘Have a plan for when you get back on the ice? He quickly reads and nods his head. At least he has a plan, you thought and place your phone back in your pocket. Hands shaking for the cold and lack of warmth you had for them considering the fact that you had forgotten your mittens at home. You focus your attention back on the game. The opposite team ahead by one point— but Damian’s team can do good without him for a while.

He’s out for about half of the game until his coach decides to replace him with another one of his teammates. He taps on the glass to get your attention and once he has it, he Winks at you before making his way back on the ice.

“So are they losing or what?” A familiar voice says beside you and you turn your head, Jason takes his seat next to you with two cups in his hand. “Where the hell have you been?”

“The line for hot chocolate got long” he hands you one “I got you one too, know you stressing over the Demon playing Disney on ice right now” the warm drink warms up your hands a little.

“Thanks. That’s nice of you Jason” You ignore the comment and he hums before he takes a sip of his one drink, eyes scanning the ice before he yells out with the audience. Someone from the Damian team made a shot and they’re tied with the other team.

You go back to cheering him on, the warm drink soothing your throat from all the yelling earlier. It’s later forgotten as you place the half empty cup on the ground right beside your foot— watching the minutes pass by quickly like seconds.

Your heart skips a beat, and not in a good way when the other team shoots their shot but thankfully they fail. With time becoming shorter and shorter it was only a matter of time before Damian took matters into his own hands and his teammates are quick to learn to stay out of it when the time was cutting short and they were off by a point or two, or in this case tied, They had faith in him and so did you.

The seat is now cold from your absence, you’re up on your feet cheering and screaming right along with his brothers who seem to be cheering louder than you. Your eyes glued to Damian as you try to keep up with his figure. He has the puck, sliding it back and forth against the curve of his stick once more.

You don’t have time to think—especially when his helmet makes a horrible sound right up against the clear barrier as one of the players from the opposite team slams into him harshly. Right in front of you as you flinch back. Cheering can be heard from the opposite side of the ice rink which is where the other team supporters were.

Your side falls silent, few gasps and murmurs could be heard. Damian’s back up on his feet, his gloved fist pressed up against the clear barrier. His eyes locked on yours with a glint of mischief and something else. One of those grins grace his lips, one that makes you smile as he waved at you before he leaves.

He’s much faster this time and it makes you think if he was slacking off all this time—or maybe it was the adrenaline that runs high in his veins with these last few minutes. He was going to make a goal, dedicating it to you. Your body feels warm and your heart skips.

“ Ohh~ I know that look” Jason teases from beside you, Dick and Tim are leaning down giving you cheeky grins.

You roll your eyes trying to hide the smile that tries to form itself on your lips “I don’t know what you mean.” You play stupid as you glance back at the game.

fifty seconds left of the last game, everyone seemed to be cheering and calling out those who were on the ice. Damian pays no mind to his teammates as they let him do what he needs to do. You cheer for him, calling out his name. Despite there being hundreds of others yelling out at the same time his mind blocks them out, every single one of them but you. they get louder the minute he gets ahold of the puck swiftly, quickly making his way to the goalie.

His main priority was to get the puck around the goaltender and into the net. He was doing this all for you and you knew that. Those fifty seconds go by quickly, as if you’ve blinked and when you open your eyes ten seconds we’re now left. Everyone counted down, even you. It felt like time went slower once it hit that five second mark, you’ve quiet yourself down and the only thing you can hear is the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You watch Damian has he left up his stick and takes a hit.

Pointing and loud gasp could be seen and heard, half of the ice rink goes quiet—as if the loudness would mess up his plan. Right as the Puck glides under the goaltender and into the net the timer makes a sound—indicating that the game is now over and Damian scores a point, officially breaking the tie. Relief washes over you, hands thrown in the air as a yell of excitement leaves you as Damian’s brothers cheer alongside you. The other side slouches, defeated as your side basically rubs it in their fasts by how loud they were being, but you didn’t care.

A win is a win.

You can see Damian, as he is pulled into a group hug by the rest of his team, some patting his pack and some patting his helmet and shoving it gently as a gesture. The part you don’t notice is him escaping from the group and skating to the Net where he had thrown the puck before he picked it up, waving it in the air like some sort of trophy—however, in this context, it was. He shows it off with pride, making his way towards you.

With a loud yelp you’re picked up by the others, Jason, Dick, and Tim, as they lift you up until you're basically above the spectating glass. Your lover stands below on the other side with his arm stretched out high, he waits. With the help of the others, they hold on to you as you lean done and over the glass.

Your own arm stretches down as you grasp the puck in your hand. His gloves are now off and so is his helmet, his hair pointing in all directions much like earlier when he was away on a penalty, his warm hand grasping yours with the puck still in your hand

“I did that just for you, habibti!” Eyes glistening, you Can’t really tell if it’s from his sweat or his love for you.

“I know!” You laugh “I love you!”

“And I too, love you!” The crowd fills itself with loud cheers and small ‘awes’, watching the sight of the son that belonged to billionaire Bruce Wayne was a rare sight to see, considering how he would rather keep private about his relationship with you.

His warm lips connected to the coldness of your knuckles , making a mental note to bring an extra pair of gloves just for you in the future.

“If you lean down further you’re going to eat shit”

“shush I’m having a moment here”

“just saying”

Tried to make it as accurate as possible bc, again I know nothing about ice hockey. I had googled the rules and watched videos

And god knows how many references pictures I tried to find about hockey. Probably spend like an hour trying to find them just to draw Damian :|

I will be taking a short break from writing requests just bc school is starting in like a few days or so. So I can get my life together and actually have time to mentally prepare myself and fix my schedule seeing as I’ve been up most night until 6 am and waking up at 2pm.

[babyyweebbitch]

haiii! im super impressed w ur writing. It's so good (must admit). can I have a Simon "Ghost" Riley when he found out I trying to hide wounds after fighting?

It's okie for no, thx u and luv uuu <3

no problem bubba :)) i wanted to do something like this but didn’t know how to | i just reread everything and saw u said fight 🧍🏾‍♀️ chat pls to kill me its been a while and i JUST woke up from a nap. i hope this is okay tho!!

content warning : Black female reader, blood, hiding wounds , simon being angy

you had gotten back from a solo week long mission a few days ago, you were being quite distant and secretive from everyone… nobody knew why but they didn’t pry thinking it was just you wanting space after a tough mission especially going alone… nobody blamed you

one day, you were walking through the base in regular clothing but baggy clothing, which Simon thought was odd because you were always known to wear shorts or something, you grabbed a few medical supplies and hid them before quickly going to your room across the bass, he noticed this.

how odd… what would you need with these items? he decided to follow far behind you and watched as you went into your room. after a few minutes he knocked on your door and waited for a response

“im busy! one moment!” you yelled out sounding panicked and hurried.

“can i come in?” simon called out from the other side, his deep, thick British accent was very easy to tell who it was because of how it sounded. after a few seconds you opened the door but leaned against the door putting weight on one leg as you did, opening it just so much so he couldn’t see the rest of your room

“whats up?” you asked, having a face of trying to hide pain, which he took notice of very quickly. he raised an eyebrow and looked at you, taking a few seconds to answer

“i saw you got medical supplies… is everything okay?” he asked with clear worry in his voice, which only showed with you

“yeah everything is okay, i was just getting them for Johnny” you said clearly lying, Johnny has been with Ghost most of the day

“you’re lying — what is wrong?” he said, with a stern voice, you kinda just looked at him with a look of ‘oh shit, im cooked’ but you wanted to try and lie again

“im telling the truth, Si…”

“lying again! Y/N what is going on, let me in”

you both just looked at each other before you slowly opened the door, simon saw all of your bloodied bandages on the floor along with the new ones you had just gotten… he didn’t say anything at first but once he did you felt like a kid being yelled at again

“what the hell? what happened?” he said with a angry tone, he looked at you and the look in his eyes scared you. you avoided eye contact and you just looked at the floor

“it happened on my mission… i got banged up pretty bad and didn’t want to tell anyone…”

“why?!” simons voice was raised just a little bit once he asked this, he was angry that you didn’t say anything about it and he was angry you let it go this long. after a few seconds he walked into your room and closed the door “show me now, you don’t have an option” he said, standing directly in front of you with his arms crossed. you were about to protest but after seeing he was dead serious you untied your sweatpants and let them drop, once he saw your legs you had a few cuts and bruises but the worst one was a gash on your upper thigh that was still healing. he sighed and he pointed to your bed without further explanation

you sat down and simon started to take care of the gash on your thigh first before the rest. he didn’t have anything to stitch it with so he just wrapped it tightly after cleaning it and he prayed for the best.

“take your shirt off, i know theres more” he said as he tossed bloody tissues away and he looked at you, you took your shirt off and you had a tank top underneath, there were a few scrapes and bruises here and there on your arms and rest of your body but nothing that wouldn’t heal on its own.

“if you do something this stupid again, i will tell Price about it…” he said getting up from the floor and subconsciously cleaning up the old bloodied bandages and other trash from your floor. he didn’t say anything else afterwards, he was upset with you and didn’t know what to say or do with you. you kinda just watched him and once he was done cleaning up he left the room.

you felt horrible now…

[moonsaver]

Moon, I've come back. Have you noticed how the wings in Sunday's suit are significantly darker in comparison to the wings on his neck or just his hair colour in general? Turning into a dark and deep purple?

Now, this MIGHT be a stretch, but the angel who has purple wings is Archangel Zadkiel, who is the angel of mercy. The angel colour purple means mercy and transformation. It tells you that you should be gentle with yourself as your journey shifts and changes. Does this mean that his own body is trying to tell himself that he should stop his self-destructive tendencies and to stop shouldering such a big burden? But he can't, and won't listen. He's too far gone, and the thought of giving up his goal, his ideals, his desire, is far worse than being a selfish man. However, doesn't that also make him selfish?

Outside of religious references, though, the colour purple, especially those of darker shades, represents sadness and frustration. I can only imagine the feeling of utter disappointment and frustration within Sunday after failing at the one thing he wanted to succeed in the most.

i feel like im missing something...

gGGhgqgw I'm going crazy for this man. Sunday angst.. save me.... Sunday angst, save me...

Anon u uave no idea, i read this and kept restlessly pacing back and forth while waiting for my phone to charge up.

This is.. SO SO TRAGIC??

Theres many theories out there that suggest he's a fallen angel. There's also the fact that his wings are literally purple. Anyways,,,

Him being related to the color purple and his wings also, meaning mercy and transformation fit so well eith his character. His "mercy" is one where he imagines an ordered utopia and a life long perfect dream for everyone who struggles with the grapples of reality. His transformation is one where he comes to accept his philosophies are pessimistic and neither as ideal as robin's romantic perspective. But in a way, his mercy is tainted. He doesnt extend this to himself, and how benevolent is a mercy that is conditional?

And the suggestion that his body may be taking the brunt of his self-destruction thereby influencing the color of his wings.. his mind is restless but so is his body.. the body keeps the score indeed.

I feel like this is also loosely able to prove the prediction he may join the stellaron hunters,,, taking a complete transformation as compared to his strict, orderly countenance in regards to his position as the Head of the Oak family.. oh wow.

Also, side note, stellaron hunter!Sunday would be terrifying. I imagine he still tries maintaining a pristine condition and generally grooms himself well, but the image of his white clothing having splatters of blood as he returns from his scripted mission.. WOW...

Anon im so sorry i cant add more to this, im not a theory girly in general, but this is such good infodump...... GOOD GODi love this please thank you so much anon <33

[blackdollette]

idea for kappa bc you said that theres not enough for him in your inbox!! :3

kappa really hates when you touch yourself because he thinks that hes the only one that can make you feel good, but because he hasnt fucked you in a little too long so you deal with it yourself yk 🤭 and then he catches you and has you suck his cock and doesn't let you cum cuz you were touching yourself ehehehe

oo, and maybe some hair pulling and face fucking hehehe

sincerely, artie ☆

thank you!! this is such a good idea

"tell me you own me." | kappa

off to the races. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl

reader x kappa

word count: 1121

contents: caught masturbation, slight degrading, slight praise, blowjob, hair pulling, face fucking

no matter how good it felt, you just couldn’t shake the sickening feeling of dread that was spreading in your gut. kappa was controlling and overprotective, but you loved him dearly. and you knew the grave consequence that would come if he knew what you were doing.

still, you continued your fast, steady motions as quick breaths escaped from your lips. your body began to shake as your mind got so fuzzy from the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling. it had been painfully long since you had been touched like this. you would have preferred if it was him instead, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

you felt yourself crawling ever so close to a satisfying orgasm, already feeling traces of cum covering your fingers. you covered your mouth as the moans that slipped out grew to an alarming volume. getting caught now would land you in boiling hot water, but you were just so close. 

you bucked your hips into your touch, tears brimming your eyes as your brain was becoming completely fucked out. your fingers were lubricated with your own liquid as you quickened your pace just a little more, desperately trying to reach a perfect orgasm. as you felt every muscle in your body responding to the sensations, your eyes slammed shut, bracing yourself for the wave of pleasure that was about to hit.

you could hear the cum leaking out of you but right at that moment, a firm hand grabbed your wrist with great force, and you knew that you were in for it. your eyes sprung open, only to be met by a set of icy cold blue ones just an inch away from yours. you felt every ounce of pleasure shrivel up inside of you as his angry glare burned into your soul.

you wanted to gasp, but your lungs folded in on themselves. you brace yourself for whatever punishment he has prepared for you. when you hear him chuckle darkly, you know that it was going to be a long night. as he spoke, a shiver travelled through your spine. “just couldn’t wait up for me, hm? little whore just wanted to feel good so badly…” he ran a finger over your slit, making you twitch as he drew up some cum.

he rubbed your liquid between two fingers, looking at the mess you had made of yourself. “you’re in for it tonight, sugar. you’ll be lucky if i haven't completely ruined you by the end of the night.” his voice comes off as smooth and silky like honey, but the threat makes your blood run cold.

you opened your mouth to say something, but he swiftly flipped you around, making you sit up as he rested back on the headboard. his eyes held a cold glare on you. you glanced down for a moment, noticing that he was fighting a massive bulge that was just begging to be touched. as much as he hated to admit it, seeing you all vulnerable like this just wanted to make him fuck your brains out until you forgot how to speak. and he always got what he wanted.

he sits himself up straight, pushing your head down a little so you're face-to-face with his bulge. “i think you’ve gotten enough pleasure for one night. it just breaks my heart to see you touching yourself when you know that i do it so much better…” as he allures your little mind with his words, he starts undoing his pants, letting his rock-solid cock spring out and tap your nose.

you gasped, seeing how angry and red the tip was. a few veins on the side were already pulsating. you just looked at the sight in front of you, mouth gaping open slightly. he instantly got impatient with you. “you touch yourself but can’t even pleasure me, huh?” and with that, he pushed your head down, making you take the whole thing at once.

you instantly gagged as tears filled your eyes. you felt your throat clench around his length as the tip touched the very back of it. “o-oh, fuck..!” a deep groan emerged from the depths of his soul. his hands found the back of your head as he pushed you down and pulled you back up again at a medium pace.

he gets louder as you start getting into it, swirling your tongue and pressing his cock to the roof of your mouth as you tried to get different reactions out of him. he bit his lip as he threw his head back into the headboard. you pressed your tongue onto the underside of his length, making him shiver.

his deep moans of pleasure filled the room along with the sounds of your gagging and gurgling. in an attempt to gain even more satisfaction, he started bucking his hips into your sore little throat. spit bubbled from the corners of your mouth as large tears started streaming down your face. he was in a state of complete and utter bliss, only being able to mutter a few words every now and then.

“yeah… take it, bitch.” his raspy voice came out in short, quick breaths as he pulled your hair at his own rhythm. you were making such a mess, spit drooling down your chin and neck, soaking his balls. he movements began to lack their composure as he groaned your name in sweet praises.

you made direct eye contact with him, your teary eyes and spit-covered face making his tip drip with precum. the taste hit you unexpectedly, making you gag once again. he could only manage to get a few words out. “g-gonna cum… swallow it for me. swallow it all like a good little whore.” before you had time to prepare yourself, a loud groan escaped his lips as he grabbed your head, pushing you all the way down.

a mix of cum and spit poured out of the sides of your mouth. he lazily thrusted into your throat a few more times before pulling you off, finally allowing you to catch your breath. remembering his instruction, you swallowed every last drop of his cum as he gently stroked your cheek. he was still catching his breath and regaining his composure before tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

you wiped some of the spit from your lips, feeling your heart palpitate in your chest. he pulled your face up to his, the cold glare from before returning. “now, i trust that i won’t catch you disobeying me ever again.” you simply nodded as he laid down and allowed you to rest your head on his chest. you lied, but that was all part of the fun.

auhtor's note: thank you for the kappa request!! i loved this one a lot. smth about facefucking has my heart idkk 🤭

[bluegalaxygirl]

Celestial Wedding (ZoLu X Reader) P13

Plot: Reader gets taken as revenge for Luffy and Zoro's defiance against the Celestial Dragons, they were just going to kill her to make an example but now theres a wedding????.

Warning: Bad language, Violence, blood, salivary, needles, PTSD.

Thank you to @herwritingartcowboy for the suggestion. Reader is Female and a gunslinger, Zoro X Luffy X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 - P9 - P10 - P11 - P12 - P14 - P15 - P16 - P17 - P18

A throbbing headache forced you awake, your body was tired and sore but you managed to sit up and look around the dark medical room, Chopper lay asleep at his desk letting little snores out from time to time making you smile. A freezing cold breeze hit your skin making you shiver, looking over to the door it was cracked open letting a little bit of moon light in along with the cold night air, getting out of bed you go to close the door when you notice Luffy and Zoro aren't in the room. A part of you wanted to go looking for them while the other part told you to stay where you were, the conflicting emotions where soon stopped when Chopper steer in his sleep letting out a little groan of annoyance. "No Luffy, don't eat all the food" You stifle a laugh at his cute muttering deciding that you want to go and find your captain and swordsman since the pain in your body and head was now gone. Throwing on a jumper and socks you decide to check the kitchen first to see if Luffy was having a late night snack so you head to the door that attaches the medical room to the kitchen sneaking passed the sleeping Chopper on the way. Stepping into the dimly lite kitchen and dinning room, the only light coming from the moon shining through the windows, you close the door as quietly as you can as not to wake up Chopper. The empty room is eerily silent but you shove that feeling away and head around the kitchen counter to the pantry knowing Luffy would most likely be in there. "Luffy?" You whisper making your way over to the pantry door.

The door's electric lock showed a red light indicating it hasn't been unlocked which means Luffy hasn't been in here or at least hasn't been able to open the lock this time. Wrapping your arms around yourself you head out of the kitchen and into the freezing cold wind blowing across the deck, shivering you let out a shaky breath as your eyes scan the area, the sunny's still out at sea, no islands or other ships for miles, it was just pitch back water as far as the eye can see. The only light is the full moon shining brightly in the dull cloudy sky, no where on the ship has lights on, not even the crows nest which is highly unusual. Your snapped out of your thoughts by the strong cold wind picking up, stumbling to gain your balance from the force you force your sightly shaky legs to run over to the other side of the ship where all the sleeping quarters are. Quickly making your way to your shared room you hope Zoro and Luffy can warm you up and give you comfort on this cold night but when you open the door your met with an empty dark room "Zoro? Luffy?" you ask stepping into the room but there's no answer and the bed is neatly made, your heart drops as fear builds up but you try and think of where they might be, maybe they were off sleeping in the crows nest or in the boys room for a change. Zoro normally takes watch so its not uncommon for the swordsman to be up there and on nights that your working late Luffy either joins Zoro or sleeps in the boys room not wanting to be alone.

Taking in a breath to calm your nerves you close the door after stepping out, the cold wind dies down a bit but its still cold, rushing over to the boys room your stopped in your tracks when a loud crash echos around you making you jump with a panicked gasp. It was hard to tell where the sound was coming form but then there are two familiar voices coming from close by. "Luffy, I'm gonna kick your ass" Sanji yells in anger soon followed by another bang like something was thrown. "It wasn't me this time" Luffy calls out making you laugh with a smile happy that your crew is here after all. Things went quiet again but the noise did sound very close so not bothering to knock you run into the boys room where the sound was most likely coming from but it was empty and very dark. No one asleep in their beds or napping on the floor, Luffy and Sanji weren't there yelling at each other or throwing things. Starting to panic a bit more you search the ship, The girls room, aquarium bar, bellow deck but no one was there. It was hard to climb up into the crows nest but when you got up there it was empty too, panting with fear running through your body you tried to think of where anyone would be. Falling to your knees on the cold floor you can't help but cry a little and hold onto yourself for comfort muttering reassuring words to yourself in order to calm down. It didn't work though all you wanted was someone to help you, to hold you and tell you it's ok.

Zoro yawns as he wakes up from the floor in the medical room, his hand holding yours as his head lies on the mattress next to your head, you seemed fast asleep with steady breathing but a part of you looked sad. Chopper sat on the bed next to you reading over a large book but soon looked up noticing the awake swordsman "Morning" The doctor happily smiles looking over the bandaged man, after you fell asleep Chopper managed to patch Zoro and Luffy up, luckily they weren't to hurt just a bunch of cuts and bruises. "How is she?" Zoro asks running his hand through your hair trying to comfort your sad face. "She's ok, i think she just needs rest a-" The doctor replays only to be interrupted by a loud crash from the kitchen making the swordsman groan and rub his head hearing the cook yelling at his captain "Luffy, I'm gonna kick your ass" The swordsman stands placing your hand under the covers before he heads to the kitchen wanting to shut the cook up before he wakes you while Chopper stayed with you watching Zoro storm off to give the cook a piece of his mind. "It wasn't me this time" Luffy calls out avoiding a large pan that was thrown his way from across the kitchen, Sanji growls at the straw hat while leaning on the counter his eyes red with fury "Of course it was you don't try and deny it" The cook yells as Zoro closes the door joining the kitchen and the medical room behind him "Will you shut up, Y/N's still asleep" The swordsman whispers with a glare walking straight over to the cook whose eyes widen in surprise.

Sanji wanted to yell at Zoro for getting in between him and a food thief, but he didn't want to wake you, Luffy slowly rises up from behind the dinning table while rubbing the back of his head "It really wasn't me this time Sanji" The captain sighs hoping the cook doesn't decide to throw yet another pan his way, the blonde sighs turning to look at the wide open pantry door, the food clearly gone through and some eaten "If it wasn't you then who was it?" Sanji asks placing a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it watching as the captain shrugs. Now that things have quieted down Zoro steps away from the cook to grab some coffee while Luffy heads over to the medical door and peeping through the window seeing your sleeping form and Chopper reading his book next to you. The kitchen door opens Usopp, Robin and Bartolomeo walking in dragging along a still tied up Cavendish who doesn't look happy at all, the man wiggled around trying to get out of the chains himself while mumbling insults to the roster. The captain lets out a chuckle at the situation making the beautiful pirate glare and cheeks go red with anger "What are you laughi-" He yells only for Luffy's hand to stretch over and cover the mans mouth stopping him from waking you up with his yelling. "Y/N's asleep so keep it down ok?" The captain smiles releasing Cavendish's mouth before heading over to counter, so he can watch Sanji cook. "Come on, we'll untie you" Usopp yawns helping a still half asleep Bartolomeo drag the tied up man to the dinning table.

Zoro grabs his coffee and heads around the counter letting his tired head rest on the captains shoulder while one of his arms lazily wraps around Luffy's bandaged waist. "You still tired?" Luffy laughs patting his green hair earning a tired groan in response, the swordsman nuzzles his face into Luffy's neck taking in his scent. Usopp helps Bartolomeo unite the chains from around Cavendish who sighs in relief while rubbing his sore arms "Its about time... Oi Cook, tea" The beautiful pirate calls out earning a glare from Sanji who bits his cigarette hard in order not to yell at the man. Usopp sighs and shakes his head walking into the kitchen area and patting the cook on the shoulder "Don't mind him Sanji, he's just cranky" The sniper comments making some tea while the cook gets back to frying up some food for the crew, Luffy laughs at the comment his friend made earning a proud look form Usopp who carries a few drinks over to the table. Robin walks over to the counter and sits down after taking a cup of tea off the sniper gaining the attention of the still angry cook. Sanji's eyes meet Robins making his eyes widen in shock "Oh my dear Robin-chan, I'm so sorry i didn't notice you... what can i get you this morning?" Sanji panics abandoning his cooking to pay the black haired woman his full attention making Zoro grown moving his head out of Luffy's neck to glare at the cook "Lower it" The swordsman whispers with anger annoyed at how loud Sanji is being.

The cook glares at the swordsman going to yell but the black haired woman reaches over to place a hand on the cook's arm "I'll have what ever you make." Sanji's cheeks go bright red at the woman's touch his nose slightly bleeding, but he manages to get it together and nod going back to making breakfast. "Should we wake Y/n? She didn't eat last night?" Luffy asks his eyes focused on the hot pan filled with food on the cooker, his mouth watering slightly at the sight but Zoro shakes his head knowing you need your rest. "I'll make her something but for now she needs rest." Sanji smiles placing a plate of food in front of Robin who thanks him making the cook smile wide. Luffy smiles and nods eyeing the big plate of food the cook is plating up before being handed it "Thanks for the food Sanji" The captain happy digs into his food, enjoying the flavor with a hum and slight sway as Zoro chuckles a little letting go of his captain to sit in the stool next to him. Bartolomeo walks over clearing his throat while rubbing the back of his head looking a little shy "Urm Mister Sanji sir... I'm sorry about last night?" Sanji raises an eyebrow at the rooster not understanding what he's talking about but Zoro's chuckle and Robin's giggle makes the cook understand. Grabbing Bartolomeo's collar Sanji shakes him back and forth whispering insults and threats to the rooster for raiding the pantry while the man lets out apologizes letting the cook shake him.

You don't know how long you sat there for, it felt like days but all you could do was cry. Feeling lost, alone and afraid you call out for your crew members then your boys hoping someone will hear you "Luffy, Zoro" Yelling out but there's no response, trying to wipe away the tears they just keep coming as the feeling of loneliness and coldness starts to consume your mind and body. "Luffy, Zoro... someone, anyone" You whimper hopelessness forming inside your chest. "Y/N" Jumping at the sudden voice of Chopper you look around the room but no one's there, was it a figment of your lonely imagination? "Y/n? It's ok" Choppers voice calls out again but it sounded much further away then before, getting to your feet you can't help but smile remembering that Chopper was in the medical room when you woke up, your not alone after all "Chopper" You call out running to the ladder and sliding down it as fast as you can, the wind was back to being strong again but you pulled all the strength you had to get down without being blown off. After sliding down the ladder and almost falling flat on your face you run through the kitchen and into the medical room busting open the door "Chopper" You cry out with happy tears and a big smile going to hug the fluffy doctor but your met with another empty room. It felt like the world was crashing around you, your heart pounding in your chest as your brain works overtime to try and figure out what's going on. "Chopper? where are you? I heard you voice, so you here right?" You call out while standing in the slightly warm medical room.

With no answer the hopelessness comes back gripping onto you tight, you are alone, in the middle of the sea, surrounded by darkness, no where to go and no one to help you. Sitting on the medical bed you couldn't help but cry hugging yourself to try and feel some kind of comfort, why did they leave? where did they go? Will they come back? Questions run through your head as tears fall down your face once again, "Maybe its just a dream or a nightmare, this can't be real" muttering to yourself you curl up into a ball on the bed hoping and praying you'll just wake up. It felt like hours before you actually managed to calm down and collect your thoughts but the sky showed no sign of changing, the moon still high in the sky never shifting from that one spot, letting out a light laugh you rub your head sitting up on the bed "Either i'm going crazy or this is a dream... Gods i hope it's a dream, it has to be a dream" you try to convince yourself but there was still some doubt in you since you could feel the pain in your legs when you climbed the ladder and you shivered from the harsh cold wind that tried to carry you away with it, so maybe this wasn't a dream. If it wasn't a dream then what was going on? Why are you hearing your crew when there not here? A bright light from outside shining through the windows of the medical room forces you to shield your eyes trying to adjust to the sudden brightness, "Luffy? Zoro?" You ask in confusion and slight hope while getting off the bed and making your way to the door that leads outside.

The cold air felt a lot smoother now and less cold bringing you a sense of relief, the bright light lite up the area around you and the ship showing how far the vast darkness of the sea went. It was somewhat scary but there was hope someone was here since the Library and Bathroom lights are on, It was the only two room you haven't checked, for some reason you didn't think of those rooms at all but now your body is telling you to stay away, not to go near it, to stay where you are but If there was a change someone, anyone from your crew was up there then thats where you'll go no matter how you feel or how your body shook with every step. Making your way up the ladder into the library it looked and sounded empty but the sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom above so you head up the ladder and knock on the big doors leading to the Bath area. "Its Y/n, Is anyone there?" You ask not wanting to walk in on someone who's bathing but with no answer you take a breath and open the door. Hot steam hits your face soothing your cold body, it was a welcome change but your legs shake as a deep pit forms in your stomach begging you to turn back. Ignoring the feeling you stepped into the warm empty room, there was no sigh of your crew but the large bathtub was filled with hot water and bubbles the tap was still running hot steamy water into the almost overflowing bathtub.

As the day went by the sunny sailed through the sea heading to an island nearby where everyone could meet up but Luffy was growing concerned, you hadn't woken up yet and even though he would call your name or shake your shoulder you wouldn't wake or make a sound. The captain pouted as he sat in the chair next to the bed his chin resting on his arm while he poked your cheek, Dinner had ended and you were still asleep "Luffy stop poking her" Chopper sighs hopping up onto the bed with a scowl, Luffy sighs and pulls his finger away feeling Zoro's hand on his shoulder to try and relax him "Why isn't she waking up?" Luffy asks sitting back into the chair and looking up at the swordsman standing behind him, Zoro shrugs before looking over at Chopper hoping to have some answers as well. "She's in some kind of deep sleep, it's not a coma which is good but i don't think we can wake her... its best to just let her body take its time" The doctor sighs seeing the worry on his captains face who pouts again and goes back to laying his head on the bed while Zoro nods takes a seat on the edge of the bed holding the straw hats hand "Thanks Bud, you've done a great job" The swordsman smiles at Chopper who smiles back slightly swaying at the praise before jumping off the chair to do some other work. Zoro looks down at his captain while running a hand though his hair and under his straw hat "Hay... She'll wake up soon, come here" The swordsman opens his arm making Luffy smiles and jump up to sit on his first mates lap while wrapping his arms around the back of his neck "I love you Zo," Luffy whispers into his neck feeling the Zoro hug him tight "I love you too Lu".

The morning sun rose and the smell of fresh coffee and food woke Luffy up from his sleep next to you on the bed, rubbing his eyes the captain felt his stomach rumble with hunger. Chopper walks into the room and sets down his plate of food at his desk before hopping up and turning to the captain "Morning Luffy, Breakfast is ready so you should eat.. I'll stay with Y/n ok?" The doctor smiles earning a enthusiastic nod from Luffy who hops off the bed and heads to the door only to stop in his tracks, turning to look at you the captain walks back over placing a hand on your head. It hurt to see you still sleep, he wanted you awake, to talk to him, sit with him and eat with him. Bending down Luffy places a kiss on your forehead then your cheek before leaving for the kitchen to get some breakfast, the kitchen was filled with the crew and some other people he recognized "There you are, you missed us docking this morning" Nami smiles from the table as Sanji brings over a plate of food setting it at the head of the table for the captain "Some of the other crews have showed up too, their setting up a big banquet for tonight" Luffy's eyes shine at the thought of so much food while rushing over to the table and sitting down earning a laugh from the cook. "That's awesome i can't wait. Thanks for the food Sanji" Luffy digs in as the others go back to talking but something was missing. Luffy scanned the room as he ate soon noticing that Zoro wasn't here, and he wasn't in the medical room either. "Oh! Where's Zoro?" The captain asks with his mouth full of food.

Sanji glares at him as he takes a seat not happy that the straw hat is talking with his mouth full but Usopp pats his shoulder trying to defuse an incoming fight. "He's off training since Chopper has given him the go ahead" Usopp sighs knowing the cook has been under a lot of stress with the guests on the ship, Luffy smiles at the two and nods going to his food, the captain didn't normally worry about Zoro even when he would get lost but after the past few days he just wants to make sure all his crew is safe especially his two lovers. Chopper eats his breakfast while reading through his book, it was quiet other than the slight noise coming through the closed door to the kitchen so when your voice called out he almost jumped out of his fur. "Someone.. Anyone" Your voice sounded sad so Chopper was quick to jump off his chair and heads over to the bed "Y/n" He calls out happy that you might be awake but once on the bed he see's your eyes still closed and tears slipping out of your eyes. "Chopper" You call out in a weak whisper starting to pant a little, the doctor gives you a sad smile while grabbing a tissue and drying your cheeks "Y/n? It's ok" Chopper asks wondering if you can hear him in your sleep, You don't answer back but more tears slip down your face as your breath quickens. Chopper gives your arm some reassuring rubs trying to calm your sleeping mind "It's ok Y/N, your on the sunny, your safe" The reindeer whispers wiping away the last of your tears before laying next to you trying to give you some comfort from what ever bad dream your having.

[kittyamore0]

Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 3]

Cw: blood, murder, sexual themes, GN! Reader, blood kink, sex mentions

CHARACTERS: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Kurt Kunkle, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lector, Normal Bates

BO SINCLAIR

He was trying to lure in victims into his house for Vincent to kill

"Let me help you with that,"

BAM!

Blood splatters all over him

"THE FUCK-"

He's absolutely shocked

The hell did you come from?

"Sorry, Baby Bo."

He's finally staring at you, and you're holding a goddamn bat

A bloody bat.

Theres blood on him.

And it belongs to the person he was trying to lure in...

click. He could quite literally hear that noise as it finally clicked in his mind about what you had done

You just killed the person he was trying to lure in...

"H-HOLY SHIT!-"

"Y-YOU JUST?!-"

"WHERE DID YOU?!-"

"HUH?!"

He's just staring at you while you wipe the blood off his messy, bloody shirt

He snaps out of his daze when you land quick peck on his chapped lips

And where you this hot...?!

Needless to say, hes was very shocked and confused.

He still is, but hes come to an acceptance that you also kill people

LESTER SINCLAIR

"Les, i got something!"

"coming!"

He hopped in the truck and ruffled your hair

"Good job! What animal did you get?"

"You'll see~"

What in the hell did you mean by that.

He shrugged it off and let you drive

He noticed that the closer you guys got to your catch, the animals did in fact NOT look like animals

It looks like two people inspecting 4 dead bodies

wait,

WHAT THE FUCK-

Blood spilled all over the car windows

You just sat there laughing

When he got into the truck, he was expecting you got a roadkill

NOT FUCKING 6 HUMAN DEAD BODIES

He's shocked, he will not get over this

"O-oh, well, i have a killer S/O. That's nice..."

He's trying to rethink his life while you're just sitting there hugging him with dead bodies in front of the car

BUBBA SAWYER

He had just come back from chasing around a group full of boys and girls

He was very upset

He only managed to get 3 out of 6!

the other 3 went missing

He just assumed they had escaped

Though, there was no trail that they had escaped

Which confused him greatly

He noticed you cutting up something

Then he saw three heads and one alive chicken

Just what he needed

Some nice dinner

Wait.

Where'd you get those heads?

WAIT WERE THOSE THE OTHER THREE?!-

"Hey, Bub. These rascals were running around the house, and i wasn't going to let them make a mess here."

He's silent for a minute

"Bub? is something wrong?-"

You yelped when he picked you up and hugged your body against his

Happy babbling from him

KURT KUNKLE

Lets all be honest,

You both would use both of you're craziness to get fame

You would wear a mask while filming yourself stabbing someone

He would pretend that its special effects

Only on Halloween since its more believable

Has you hiding in the trunk of the car so you can pop out and slit the persons throat

Will actually laugh at this

He'll do those couple challenges with you after you'd just killed someone

Just watches you as you kill one of his passengers

Will automatically say 'no' if someone asked for help

He'll start driving crazy fast just to scare the passengers

Not too fast where the cops had to stop him though

He first met you when you were robbing a convenience store

You had a mask on and a gun held in your hand

He was confused on how the police hadnt come yet

That was until he saw that the cameras were shot down

You had killed almost everyone and was money and some snacks

You noticed his figure standing there, so you pointed your gun at him

"Woah, woah! Lets calm down now, alright?"

You held your gun down

You thought he was cute

He was your type

So, you just hopped over the counter and grabbed him

"W-wait, where we going?!-"

You ran out of the back door and into an alleyway

You took off your mask and put your index finger to your lips

He thought you was mad cute

"U-uh, so, whats your n-name? im Kurt-"

"Shut up, and move faster."

PATRICK BATEMAN

He honestly would not care

Oh, you kill?

Well, he kills too!

He would most likely team up with you, his S/O, to get rid of people who annoyed him

He thinks you're attractive when you kill

Sex after you or him had killed

He would literally go DOWN on you

slight blood kink

But doesn't like it when you have someone else's blood on you while you two are getting intimate

Doesn't like someone else's blood on him either

So, he'll shower or have you shower first

And after that, he'll pull out that knife and make little nips and cuts on your body

One way of him marking you

He'll show you off even more

He honestly knows if someone tried flirting with you, they'd be gone

And not because of him

HANNIBAL LECTOR

He came home and couldnt find you

He had checked everywhere in the house, except for one place

The garage

He opened the garage door to see you holding 2 huge bagged items

And 4 un-bagged...

Human bodies...

And 3 chickens

"Han! We ran out of food, so i got what you liked and something for me as well. Do remind me, which organ do you like best?"

He was shocked to say

But he quickly got over it

"Any is fine, dear."

He had a sincere smile plastered on his face

This made him feel more secure about you

His S/O went through the trouble to make him dinner that fits his interesting taste?

How...

Lovely.

He would have to find out a way to repay you

NORMAN BATES

He liked you. A lot.

But his mother didnt

At first.

You stepped into the bates motel with someone else with you

Norma, Normans mother, was already judging you

Norma took over when you went into your room with that other person

He made it towards your room, in front of your door

Then he heard screams

Norma was absolutely shocked

He used the master key to open the door and saw you murdering the other person you had come into the motel with

Norma took a liking to you

Someone who was like her son...

She didn't like the thought of her son, Norman, around people like you

But you were an exception

Norman had also liked you

The next day, Norman had took it upon himself to talk to you

Norma had encouraged him too

"H-hi, Im-Im Norman."

"Hello, Norman."

He fainted.

[hockeyisforthegays]

did you read 264 and 265 chapter's of jjk? if so what are you thoughts? you don't have to answer i'm just curious about what you think because i feel like you have really unique observations

(love you writing, thank you in advance if you end up answering)

oh shit anon let me write you an essay. and by essay i mean a disjointed series of long ass bulletpoints. also im gonna be focusing mostly on 265 because as my friends put it i am "ceo of itadori yuuji" or the proprietor of the "itadori cinematic universe" so you could say. that i am biased

okay. one. as an overall thing. i wish that for pretty much everything . that they would just lean into it more. theres a lot of concepts im into but everything lately seems to be presented without exploration or followup. like im about to analyze this to shit but i feel like im gluing meat to a skeleton. help me out here gege

FOR EXAMPLE yuuji's ultimatum to sukuna. i wish. i wish there was more here. like in theory this is really cool to me. yuuji says You Choose Whether I Eat You Or Kill You. Will You Live With Me? Or Will You Die Alone?

I lay my Body down as a Sacrifice

but more so as a Prison

but most of all as a Mercy

the first to my Friend, the second to my Curse, and the third to the Person i hope is buried deep down inside that evil.

aaaaand then this is kinda undercut by sukuna's reaction to me. not that i need him to go full on mahito quaking rabbit ass on us tbc. but the stubborn non-engagement with the premise just makes me roll my eyes and groan. i wish gege had found a way to let this reveal SOME new or unexplored aspect of sukuna's character? one chink in the armour. one stray thought that we wouldn't expect to hear from him. something. something to latch onto.

this may be unreasonable also given that gege is writing in literally a different language but i hope we find our way somehow to the double meaning of the phrase "flesh and blood" btw. like. sukuna is yuuji's uncle and they shared a body. yuuji is trying to make sukuna come back to that body. theres something there i swear it.

sukuna, come home. we're family. you're my flesh and blood.

(while beating his ass)

like make it scary. god PLEASE put some metamorphosis stank on it. gimme that I Am You flavourrrrr

okay now also. yuuji's domain. i want to talk about yuuji's domain so bad. one thing i noticed was that he doesn't name it. at first i was pretty disappointed because im a weirdo and i love their weird word salad names, i love that e.g. fushiguro and mahito just bust out full poems on i guess instinct when they use their domains for the first time!! so the fact that yuuji didn't get one felt at first like he was being... slighted by the convention almost? but.

this is again a thing i think could have been cool if leaned into, in a few ways. ive just been having these ideas about how yuuji's domain is different from other domains, one of those ways being in its lack of a name.

first of all from a character perspective - yuuji's whole persona in battle is like warpath, tunnel vision, beat your ass shit, so it does kinda make sense that his domain would be just as no muss no fuss just get it the fuck done, in a way. once again. lean into this!!

but also, i started thinking about what we saw with characters like gojo and sukuna, and the idea of jujutsu as the art of elision. when those characters wanted to juice their big moves, they reverted rituals that included vocal incantations. that exact word salad shit. i started thinking - those word salad domain names are like, that, you know? maybe this is explicit and i just missed it somewhere. or i forgor. but perhaps invoking a domain's name makes it more powerful, or easier to establish, or something

(i so much dont want to reread to figure this out. RIP)

if this is the case, yuuji not using a domain name would say a darn something about his power huh???

LEAN INTO THIS. LIKE SUKUNA COMMENT ON IT FOR FUCK SAKE i know you are allergic to acknolwedging your nephew but its for the AUDIENCE'S SAKE NOT YOURS

gege i am fucking inventing lore for you to make it cooler. why wont you. come back here

but anyway. what IS yuuji's domain and what does it do. he learned from kusakabe, so it's at least somewhat akin to a simple domain, but we also know yuuji's body holds the memory of malevolent shrine - does that have any influence on how the domain turned out? it seems pretty... big, for lack of a better way of describing a mental projection. no other simple domain really HAD projections. are there no techniques imbued in it? what about vows, like sukuna with his whatever barrier bullshit? yuuji's forces sukuna back into the yuukuna body. why? how? we've seen how domains can make its targets abide by rules, what rule is this? sukuna also acts nonviolently for as long as yuuji strings him through illusory sendai, and i dont know if this is a choice by sukuna (which idk whether i do or do not understand as a character choice at this point) or if it's enforced by the domain somehow.

(I feel like, these things either need to be More or even Less clear. like i understand just enough to have burning questions. if this were more obtuse and symbolic, i would probably be content to ride the vibes, actually. BUT IM NOT. ANSWER ME GEGE. YOU'VE TOLD ME SO MUCH LORE I DONT CARE ABOUT!!! WHAT OF MY SON!)

anyway closing thoughts wrt 266 you may be able to tell from my Fucking Fanfiction but i have literally been waiting for yuuji's own fingers to become cursed objects for EVER. i was imagining scenarios while watching season 1. im crazy stupid about it. i hope i hope i hope this finger shakes out into something WORTHWHILE. and sorry again this is entirely yuuji centred my only thoughts about the characters who were in 264 is the frustration of the way they got sidelined so carelessly RIP

[eyelessjacksfleshlight]

ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟕𝟓𝟐

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴ . ʙʟᴜʀʙ . ꜰᴜʟʟ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ . ᴀᴏ3

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

Nothing could have prepared you for the strong metallic scent of blood wafting through the desolate cabin. Your breathing constricted with each step, slowly rounding the cracked plaster corner of the hallway only to lay your eyes on a heaving seven-foot-tall man. He stands in the middle of what should be the living room, staring at nothing, fists clenching and unclenching. Your eyes trail to his messy brown hair; dirt, debris, and dried blood clump the wavy strands together. The indent of a black strap nestles nicely within the tangles of his hair, the band connecting to the deep blue mask that is all too familiar.

What catches your eye next is just how bloody he is. The gray button-up shirt seems to stick to his muscular upper body, the blood being the glue that holds it together. Crimson liquid drips from his dark gray forearms to the scuffed wooden floor, leaving stains that will never come out. You couldn’t help but notice how his khaki pants fit so nicely around his thick thighs and ass, but the thoughts didn’t linger long as the next thing your poor human brain comprehends is his dark and gravelly toned voice.

“Come here,” he states, leaving no room for argument. Your body feels numb, buzzing with anticipation and fear. It is hard to ignore the lump in your throat that prevents you from speaking, so you take nervous steps toward the man instead–if that is even what you could call him. The way his ashen gray skin fades into black asphalt from his forearms to his fingertips says otherwise. You try not to think about it too much, as indifference is the key to survival.

So you approach him, head craning up to look into the abyss of his eye sockets that lead like tunnels into hell, presumably where he came from. Goosebumps rise on your skin. The mixture of the cold cabin air hitting your exposed legs and arms and the intensity of his stare makes it challenging to stand normally.

Your eyes break his gaze and your hands come up to rub your upper arms to try to create some semblance of warmth. Hard nipples poke through the thin cotton material of your tiny tank top. A small rose in the middle of the collar compliments the pale blue fabric nicely. It has a vintage vibe that makes you wonder just how old it is. You didn't have many options, this being the few articles of clothing that was left in the two-bedroom cabin. The top fitting in the first place is a miracle since the shorts you wore did not. They're too big and flared for your liking–the only saving grace being the drawstrings on the band. You had asked him for your clothes back from that first day, but he had shaken his head, saying something along the lines of, “They’re stained. You don’t want them.”

“Closer,” he whispered, voice breaking up your clouded brain. You didn’t want to come closer because if you did, your bare feet would be standing in the pool of blood that continues to drip from him. Your mind ran a thousand thoughts per second, scared of what would happen if you refused, and terrified of what would come of you if you listened.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” He questioned, cocking his head to the left, that horrible blue mask still concealing his face. You knew enough about him to understand that he is very matter-of-fact, not one to sugarcoat or beat around the bush. At times it frustrated you, it made him sound robotic and inhumane, and you guess it makes sense because nothing about the figure towering in front of you said ‘human.’ Other times, it helps because you know theres nothing he would be hiding.

Letting out a shaky exhale, you shake your head no, relying on your body to communicate rather than your wavering voice. Cold enveloped your feet; it was thicker than water and felt horrible against the pads of your feet. You gasped at the sensation, hands coming up to grip his half-buttoned shirt, which you immediately regretted because it felt the same as the floor–cold, hard, and wet.

“What do you want?” You try to keep your voice from sounding frightened, but you doubt it helps. His large hand came up to cup your cheeks, thumb spreading more of that sickly red liquid under your right eye, which squeezed shut at the feeling.

“You.”

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ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: edit: its out now! so this was just a little blurb of a smut thats currently in the works! its all the way done, lookin at about 6k words but it just needs to get edited! the full thing will be published on ao3 cause the contents are too much for tumblr to handle lol but ill make another post for that with the link when its done!

[bakiuwu]

After a while, I've finally decided who would be what in this au (these MIGHT change depending on how I feel about it in the future also everpony isn't listed lol)

Earthponies:

Baki

Kouze

Emi

Diane

Shibakuwa

Skiorsky

Yangi

Gaia/nourma

Ando

Tobe

Muhammad Ali

Spec

Yucchiro

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Unicorns:

Tokugawa

Kurhea

Jack

Motobe

Shiba

Strydum

Dorian

Igari

Jr

Natsue

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Pegasus:

Kosho

Hanayama-peagus/alicorn?????(I'll explain in a min)

Katsumi

Katou

Sudeo

Restu (he has no feeling in his wings)

Dolye

_______________________

Alicorn(yall already know )

Yujiro

Oliva

Guv

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Horse

Pickle(I will explain)

___________________

Musashi???????

Alright time for me to ramble about all the shit I came up with

Pickle is actually a horse, not an earthpony

Instead of him being referred to as a cavepony/earthpony, the accurate terminology for him is "Horse." Earthponies are descents of horses, The difference between the two is horses are stronger, taller, and more built while earthponies are way smaller and weaker

the term Horse was replaced with "earthponies." Due to how everyday earthponies dont share much resemblance to its ancestors so the term earthpony was invented, while Horse is used to refer to the species that came before.

Some earthponies still referred to themselves as "horses," even though they're not really horses....they're earthponies, but its very rare to hear the term used in everyday society.

Pickle's way of trying to communicate is speaking in horses vocal language,.....which is a forgotten language that no one can understand/speak, but Pickle is able to communicate with body language, which everypony is kinda able to understand

Yes, pickle is considered a carnivore. In this au, even tho I made it to were ponies,peagus, and unicorns are omnivores (this au goes against all facts of ponies/hores)

Just because some characters are peagus or unicorn, that does mean they themselves either use their magic or wings

Jack is a unicorn, but he purposely broke his horn off as a colt( just pretend that drawing i did of pony jack has a broken horn), to differentiate himself from Yujiro and to look more like an earth pony like Diane( just think of it as my one Jack au)

The reason yujrio and guverva fail to break theirs off is because alicorn horns are way stronger than a unicorns horns. The same can be said for the wings

When Yujro does his signature pose, yes, his wings do shoot out, making him look even more threatening( he hates that wings do that). Also, whenever he gets piss his wings shoot out as well

When yujiro was seeking out women to have his child, he specifically was looking for earthponies he did not want his child to be a peagus/unicorn. If baki would had come out as either(or god forbid a alicorn) he would have abandoned him on the spot

Yujiro has deep respect for earthponies, especially Pickle, due to him being a horse

Shiba has a broken horn due to being slammed in the head with a motorcycle

Retsu isn't able to use his wings, He has no feeling in his wings due to them being "dead," theres no blood flow or nerve movement in his wings, which doesn't bother him

Ok, let me explain hanyama kinda being an alicorn thing, so when hanyama was born, of course at first view, he's a peagus, but the doctor realized a werid bump in the middle of his head where a horn would be located at. After an x-ray, it was in fact a small ingrown horn.

The doctor wanted to remove it, but it turns out that if removed, it could fracture Hanyamas skull. With the risk of this happening, the doctor agreed to just leave it alone. He didn't tell his parents out of fear of Hanayamas father being the head of the Hanayama gang. Luckily, the ingrown horn never grew along with Hanyama. The bump is only noticeable if you're looking really hard at his forehead (so in a werid fucked up way being an alicorn is like a rare birth- defect)

Hanayama back tattoo also extended to his wings

Katou rides a motorcycle cause he doesn't know how to fly. He gets really defensive if you bring up his lack of flying, only doppo, sudeo,katsumi, and restu know.

Katou is afraid of heights, so there's that too

Doppo prefers walking over flying. The only time he flies is when he is taking Natsue for a lift around the city (she loves being high in the sky)

The characters who are all unicorns not use their magic for fighting, only for mundane things like holding and moving things

Using magic and your wings are prohibited in the underground arena

At times it's recommended for unicorns/peagus to cover their horns/wings because most fighters will attack thoes areas

Many peagus have gotten their wings torn off during a fight. the same goes for horns being broken

The sand of the arena is a mixture of teeth,parts of broken horns, and wing bone fragments

Most ponies walk/stand on their back legs, not everypony is able to do it, mainly only being able to doing it while fighting

Yangi is the only pony out of the convicts who stand/ walk with his back legs due to his posion hoove ( ok so I basically made up that if he was to stand/walk on all fours the posion in his hoove would travel up his leg and start to slowly infected him, so to prevent this he only walks on this two back legs) most ponies aren't able to do for a long periods of time except for yangi who had master it perfectly

Pickle also walks/stands on his back legs, which makes him even bigger

In the drawings of Musashi, he appears to be an earthpony, but when he passed, his body showed that he, in fact, had wings. He was a peagus the whole time who chose not to use his wings. This was kept a secret for years, even tho some rumor that he was a peagus, but it was always claimed as false.

Until he was clone, it came as shocked to Tokugawa and the others that he was a peagus. When asked about keeping his wings hidden, he answered that he didn't want to be viewed as having the upper hand on his enemies for being a peagus, since he didn't used them even in youth, he wished to view as an earthpony so he kept them hidden

Musashi also walks on his back legs

Ok.....that all I got for now......man, there's something wrong with me.

[pespillo]

some more Acolyte! King stuff , ideas for the arc, scenes, whatever, stuff i came up while walking in the morning:

timeline wise in early S2 King would end up at The Owl House through shenanigans and is kept there for like a week, he hates it, he complains all the time, he doesnt run away because he doesnt trust anyone but Belos to get him (and he wholly believes Belos will be coming soon); very reluctantly theres a semblance to warming up to Luz and Eda, but before anything significant happens, Kikimora shows up to get him back to the castle, he is thrilled to finally being saved, but is really bitter about blowing up his cover as someone who Doesnt or cannot talk over the ocasional growl or bark.

On the way back King notices Kikimora is diverting to another direction on her dragon and asks what is she planning and where are they going, Kikimora reassures him that she doesnt plan anything but that they have to talk. While Kiki is obedient to the emperor´s coven, she was always loyal to the titan and had made an oath to serve King even over the Emperor´s word. She confesses that the Emperor never made a clear effort to search for him all this time until she offered herself to go.

King is obviously confused and trusts that Belos simply must have been making a grander plan that maybe she wasnt aware of, but Kikimora nonetheless tells him that theres something else, that Belos has been acting off for a while and that even with all that she knows (and she does hold information no one else knows, like the Day of Unity´s intent, that King is a titan, that Hunter is a grimwalker, knowing about the Collector) but she knows that its not Everything.

They both end up settling down in a far off forest and Kikimora shows that behind Belos back, she took something from his chambers that she has to give to King, but only if hes willing to take them, for she is risking her life for the titan ´s will.

King tells her that she must not hide anything from the son of the titan and that she is obliged to show him, and so she shows him she took King´s broken off halves of his horns, she doesnt know in what state King came when he first was taken in 10 yrs ago into the castle, so she wants to know from King, if he can remember anything from his youngest years, shes known the greater deal with the day of unity for a while, and she doesnt ask to be spared from it, but she hopes that King can recognize his greater place in the Isles and that maybe, theres even other nations willing to join in for a greater empire (it is in her interests after all, she wholly believes King could be a greater Emperor), but first and foremost, she wants King to know the truth.

King starts remembering upon touching the horns, freaking out at flashbacks of being taken as an egg, and then waking up in a strange place, full of people who smelled like titans, but they looked, off, but still took care of him as a baby, feeding him and leaving him to nest.

He remembers Belos mask, his eyes, staring at him intently, the glint of a golden mask beside him as well, voices, arguing, shaking hands by the end, the reflection of the moon, he remembers Belos wrapping his arms around his body and walking away into a boat;

Being sat down and given something that made him dizzy, the grinding of his horns being cut off, then warmth and arms squeezing him close to a body whenever he cried. From then on, thats just his life, to be taken care of, to be told of the divine mission his father left to Belos, the blood tests, the prodding and picking, and the promises of a better world once this one is left behind to die.

King is just left wondering; who were those people, why did Belos lie about being saved from being sacrificed as a baby? is there other people willing to honor the titans for real then? Is there hope for the Isles to not be a lost cause in his eyes if he tries searching for more answers?

Kiki tells him she can send an open letter to try finding who these people are, if she pulls some strings before the Day of Unity, she does this only for the dignity and honor of the Titan´s son.