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[diceroll65]

party animal part two - b.e

a/n: part two finally! thank you all so very much for the patience <3

part one

warnings: fight! fight! fight!, discussion of unsatisfying sexual encounters, degrading terms (whore), little bit of fluff at the end

previously.... "all of a sudden your eyes completely widen as very harsh knocking is coming from the other side of the door"

you look to billie with a startled expression, frantically pulling your dress back down. billie helps fix any ruffles in your dress, and motions for you to fix the smeared makeup from under your eyes. you attempt to wipe the smudged lipstick off your chin, as billie tries wiping the lipstick off her lips.

the knocking continues to get more aggressive, now coinciding with tay's voice. "i know you're in there, y/n" tay growls, as you can feel her glare through the door. "stop being a bitch and open the fucking door", tay says, now jiggling the handle. you swing the door open with a spew of confidence, locking eyes with your deceitful ex-girlfriend. the music now engulfs your ears once again, as people remain dancing. "what do you want, tay?" you ask, your voice oozing with annoyance. "i know that you're not asking me that right now" tay rolls her eyes, "looks like you're in the middle of something" tay states, now glaring at billie. "well... i was" you say with a playful smirk, maintaining eye contact with tay. tay laughs, "you're such a desperate whore, fucking household names just to get back at me" your eyes widen at her statement. "you flatter yourself thinking I fucked her just to get back at you" you retort, in a dangerous tone. "it actually just ended up happening, but i'm glad it did. I was finally able to experience a real orgasm" you say, with people now listening in on the conversation. "ohs" and "damns" begin to fill the room, as tay is now staring at her air Jordan 5s, swallowing harshly.

"is that why we haven't fucked in so long? did I not satisfy you?" tay questions in a surprisingly gentle tone. "this is not the time for this, tay" you express, sternly. "even if it was the reason, you had no right to go fucking other people" you say, shifting your weight slightly. "why didn't you just come to me about this, y/n?" tay probes, her eyes softening. "we wouldn't even be here right now, acting out like this" tay says, inching towards you a little. "and who the fuck put us in this position, tay?" you question already knowing the answer. you get closer to tay's face. "you gave into the temptation, not me. so don't try and make me out to be the whore or blame me for reacting accordingly to what you did" you argued, stepping back from her gesture. tay's expression hardens since you were not giving into her sorry attempt of justifying her choices.

"oh just admit it. you were dying to fuck other people as soon as you found out" tay states, looking around for approval from the attendees. "the audacity..." you said internally. "nah, we're not all shitty people, tay" billie chimes in after staying silent during the previous argument, allowing you to get out what you needed to. billie gently grabs your arm, guiding you to stand behind her. her arms are now crossing over chest, projecting her face up while maintaining eye contact with tay. "what the fuck did you just say?" tay sternly questions, her stance stiffening. "not everyone who is in a long term relationship dreams about seducing others. you're deflecting" billie says, now holding onto her hips. "this is none of your fucking business, eilish" tay states, now overstepping billie's personal space. "she is not your girl anymore, bro" billie remarks in an irritated tone. "she doesn't owe you anything."

tay initiates a push, striking billie's chest. billie straightens up after, walks towards tay with her arms folded behind her back. "you are making a fool of yourself" billie softly mentions, smiling. tay pushes her again, this time a little more forcefully. "you don't want to fuck with me" tay snarls, locking her jaw. "and what will happen if I do?" billie says, antagonizing tay with her proximity. in response to this, tay's fist collides with billie's jaw, diverting billie's attention to look over her right shoulder. billie comes back at tay with an overhand punch, leading tay to stumble backwards. billie laughs, mockingly hand motioning for tay to come back towards her. "come on" she says, her voice now infused with adrenaline. tay comes back with an assertive punch to the apple of billie's cheek. billie's adjusts back to her straight posture, her foot finding itself slamming into the back of tay's knee. tay is now on the ground, as billie gets on top of her and begins repetitively punching her in the face. you now step in and snatch billie off tay, allowing for tay to get off the ground. she begins to approach once again, causing you to step in front of billie. "this is embarrassing, tay" you say, with a disappointed expression. "do yourself a favor and just go" you offer, subtly directing towards the door with your head. tay with a now bloody nose frantically looks around, and drops a "fuck you guys" while making her way towards the door. she exits the house, slamming the door behind her.

you turn to billie, who now has a plum-colored jaw and gently investigate the bruising. billie winces at your touch, causing you to gently let go and let out a soft "sorry." billie's attention is now facing the ground, as she shakes her head, laughing at what just occurred. you grab billie's shoulders, causing her to divert her attention back up to you. her face softens in reaction to seeing your conflicted expression. "i'm so sorry billie i dont even know where to star-" "no" billie cuts you off. "you did nothing wrong. not in any shape or form" billie states, reassuring you. "she is a fucking idiot for cheating on you in the first place, and then to think she can say all that shit to you" billie says, clenching her jaw as she mentally replays what tay said. you nod while looking down at your pumps, clicking your heels together softly. billie takes her hand and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, causing you to meet her longing gaze. "how anyone could take you for granted is beyond me" she expresses with a soft smile, showing obvious discomfort from the pain. you smile back, grabbing her hand that is intertwined with a piece of your hair and interlock your fingers together. you bring her hand up to your lips, as you gently pressing them to the fairies that are etched into her skin. she smiles at your gesture, with her eyebrows gradually beginning to furrow.

"so you're telling me she's never made you finish?"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Meet the Family 9

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, reference to suicide and Lloyd being offensive, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your boss needs a last-minute favour for the holidays.(petite!reader)

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

Note: Thanks for all your patience.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Migraines always leave you a bit foggy. Like a hangover, or even a concussion. You power through the airport, waiting in line with your mustachioed curse. Lloyd taps his toe incessantly, adding to the plethora of overstimulation all around you. This isn’t how you envisioned your holidays.  

It’s the 26th and you’re supposed to be on your way home, not catching the flight you booked for two days before. And alone. You’re supposed to be alone. 

You take your boarding pass and leave Lloyd’s for him to grab himself. He huffs and follows after you. He’s like a big dumb dog sometimes. It’s amazing that the realization only comes over you then. It’s pretty obvious when he’s not behind a desk growling like some mafioso. He’s no kingpin, he’s a clown. 

You drop into a seat, your carry-on beside you, and he claims the seat to your left. He’s on the edge, jiggling his leg. You could thank him for upgrading you both to first class but he’s the reason you’re even there. It’s the least he could do. 

You cross your arms and stare through the haze. The first-class lounge is quiet and softly lit. Isolated but for the pest next to you. He continues to fidget. Is he nervous? You didn’t think that was possible since he seems to lack any degree of self-awareness. 

“So, gimme the down low. You got a mom? Girl like you screams daddy issues. Is he still around?” 

You sigh. “Sure is.” 

“Wow, okay. Good guy? Strict? Shit, knowing you, he must be a hard ass,” he scoffs. “Should I put on my best behaviour? Should I have worn a tie, Pixie pie?” He tugs at the collar of his turtleneck. 

“What you can do is hush,” you retort. “Jesus, I’m tryna get my head together.” 

“Last night was wild,” he agrees, though it’s not the point you were making, nor a statement of fact. “We were so close, Pix. You shoulda just laid back and let the magic hands do their tricks. Promise,” he smooths his mustache, “this isn’t just for show. I’ve been told it adds a lot of sensation--” 

“Ew. Would you—if you even say any of that in front of my family--” 

“You gonna spank me?” He asks brightly and sits back, slinging an arm over the back of your chair. 

“Please. I have to at least make this believable and you’re not making it any easier,” you snarl. 

“Are you serious? Our chemistry is like if Einstein banged a beaker--” 

“Einstein was a physicist--” 

“Science is science, baby. All I know is there’s something here and the sooner you accept it, the harder I’ll-- I mean the easier this will be.” 

You look at him dully. All those years you spent bending over backward for him. Behind the mask, he’s a cretin. You always had a suspicion but he was never your creep to deal with. 

“How do you do that?” He asks. 

You grumble and shake your head, turning your glare to the flat screen across from you. 

“How the hell do you skin a man with your eyes? It’s bone tingling and boner-inducing, but damn, it’s something else,” he shifts in his chair noticeably, “you’re gonna make me fly all the way to Canada at half-mast?” 

“You can book a seat across the plane from me if you’re going to keep on,” you warn him. “I’m really not in the mood. We have a deal. I’ll do my part. Pretend, nothing more, and you’ll keep your hands to yourself and give me my money.” 

“I got it, baby. I’m a businessman,” he turns straight and plants his feet wide. “I make deals every day. You’ll get yours.” 

“I want an advance--” 

“An advance? What the hell do you mean? I paid for first-class. Elite,” he punctuates with his finger. “Advance, my juicy ass.” 

“Ten. In my account. Before take-off.” 

“Pfft, you don’t trust me?” 

“No, I don’t,” you affirm. “More so, you owe me. I defaulted on the refund on the flight you made me miss. Oh, and I didn’t get to see my family. On Christmas.” 

“Jeez, well you don’t seem that happy to,” he accuses. 

“Money, now.” 

“Fine, but I get one titty grab--” 

“You get nothing. Mon-ey.” You rub your fingers together. 

He huffs and leans forward as he takes his phone out. He rolls his eyes and taps around on the screen. He takes a deep breath then pushes down. He shows you the screen. “Go ahead and check. You got your blood money.” 

“This is your idea,” you retort. 

“It is my idea but you’re rejecting all my other ones. Like, you know, a sexy massage with a happy ending...” 

“You’re going to give me another headache.” 

“I’ll take it. At least I make you feel something.” He shrugs. 

You shake your head at nothing and check your phone. You can never be too careful with him. Sharing a room has more than proven that. 

🎁

You put the in-flight earbuds in and resign yourself to the hours ahead of you, trapped in a flying canister, next to this incessant man-child. He really brings out the bitch in you. That irritates you even more. You could do anything before without much thought at all; you just got through but Lloyd makes everything a task. 

You close your eyes as the video babbles on. It’s a new release, but those are all remakes and sequels without any real interest. The altitude does little for the shadow of achiness that lingers in the base of your skull. One wrong move and you’ll reawaken your migraine. 

The steady thrum of air around the plane lulls you in a stupor. Just enough for you to stop caring but not deep enough for sleep. You let your head fall toward the window and sink into the numb daze. 

A small tickle makes you shift. You think nothing of it. It’s so small, it could be nothing. Then the sensation travels down to your knee and back up your thigh. You smack Lloyd’s hand before he can repeat the action. 

“Quit,” you hiss. 

He spreads his hand and curls his fingers into your tender flesh. You squeak and open your eyes, clasping onto his wrist as he needs. It’s as if he pinching your nerves. 

“Ow, oh, stop--” you protest. 

“Come on, baby,” he leans over and winks. “Just let me pet the kitty. It’ll help you relax.” 

“How many times can I tell you the same thing--” 

“Just like a dog, you need to be repetitive. Conditioning or whatever,” he purrs. 

You glance past him at the low wall blocking out your seats from the sight of the other pods in first class. You clutch his two middle fingers and squeeze. You bend them back until he grunts and recoils. 

“You touching me isn’t going to make me relax--” 

“Never know if you don’t try,” he wiggles his brows. 

“Trust me, I know.” 

“I’m sure your family don’t need you in a pissy mood. I’m doing it for them, Pixie.” 

“Can I ask you something?” You narrow your eyes, “does the begging usually work?” 

He snorts. He shakes his head and sits back, raising his palms, “you will be flattered to know I don’t usually beg.” He leans against the seat and rests his head on the cushion. “When I tell a girl to hike her skirt up, she just does it. All of them but you.” He clucks and rolls his eyes. “You know that pretty blond from Pristine? Yeah, whenever she comes around, I got her bent over the desk. Thought you’d catch on, she’s not very quiet.” 

You won’t grace him with an excuse. You don’t need one. You’re usually busy, minding your own business, running his errands. You never cared about his office flings. 

“Maybe you should’ve asked her to meet your family,” you suggest. 

“Kidding me? She never shuts up. I gotta stuff my tie in her mouth. Usually why I turn her around--” 

“Lloyd,” you snap. 

“Jealous?” He smirks and you stare back blankly. “You know what? Gotta admit, you surprised me, Pixie Pie. Always quiet in the office, scurrying around like a little mouse. I figured you’d be good because you’d keep the yapper shut. Turns out, you know how to cut deep.” He pushes his shoulders wide and settles. “Never saw mom like that. Or Lillian. Yeah, that was good. You really got her.” 

He snickers and flutters his fingers menacingly. You yawn and look at the small screen. You don’t know what’s going on in the movie. What you do know is that Lloyd Hansen has more issues than one person can solve and you’re not there for anything but business. This is work. You’re getting your money and you’re moving on. 

🎁

Landing is usually a relief. You’re always happy to be on solid ground but it feels shaky as you walk off with your travel companion. The bounce in Lloyd’s step concerns you. He’s much too eager for this. 

He grabs his bags from the carousel, yours too before you can even approach. He loads them all onto a car and steers it around the airport. He’s whistling as you get through the terminal and head for the front doors. As you step outside, he chatters and stops short. 

“Holy grizzly dick, it’s freezing here,” he puffs a cloud of steam as his nose tints pink. 

“There’s not much more snow here than back in the States.” 

“Nah, it’s fucking frigid. Should’ve known,” he shivers and tucks his chin down. You make note of his snipe but don’t acknowledge it. “You maple drinkers drive on the same side of the road?” You glare at him and he winces as he meets your eyes. You’ve booked him trips to Vancouver several times. “Kidding. Obviously. That whole polite stereotype is bullshit, huh, Pix.” 

You ignore him and hail a cab. You just want to be still. The last few days, you’ve been upended. The long drive, his family, the hotel, then a plane ride on top of it all. You’re ready to just stop. 

He wheels the cart around to the trunk and leaves it to the driver to load. You want to admonish him but you’re over the argument. You know you’re going to need your energy. You get in and he climbs in with you.  

He blows into his hands then rubs his cheek. “Santa dropped a load on this place, huh?” He unzips his coat and reaches under it. He fishes around the inside pocket and slips out a pair of glasses. You furrow your nose. You’ve never seen him wear glasses. 

“Where did you get those?” 

“Hipster boy in coach. Snagged them when I hit the restroom,” he explains and pops them on, leaning against you as he cranes to see his reflection in the rear-view mirror. 

“You stole glasses?” 

“Borrowed,” he insists then turns to you. “What’d ya think? Am I the perfect good boy for mom and pop?” 

“You think glasses are gonna do something?” 

“We talked about this, we gotta be convincing, sweetheart. I gotta be a man that sweet lil Pixie would go for.” He adjusts the glasses. “I read Hemingway and have a degree in Social Justice.” 

“Shut--” you catch yourself and sniff. “I don’t even like Hemingway.” 

“Jane Austen? Really? A romantic?” 

“Does it matter?” 

“I’d say. We have to at least pretend we can stand each other. Not just...” he looks down at his lap, “stand for each other.” 

“Ugh, well, start with cutting out those nasty remarks. Second, try, uh, taking care of...” you gesture over your lip, “this.” 

He blinks and his brows draw together. He touches his upper lip, “my mustache?” His eyes widen behind the lenses. “Um, this is style, honey.” 

You scrunch your lips as you try not to laugh. He really believes that. You shrug as the driver gets in. He crosses his arms. 

“Whatever. Judge me but don’t just the stache,” he snips. “So, you gotta tell me. Favourite book.” 

“Do I?” 

“Well, we’re ‘engaged’ so I think I should know,” he argues. 

You watch through the windshield as the taxi follows the airport traffic to the street, “The Bell Jar. If I have to choose one.” 

“Oooh, Plath. How... depressing. But I knew it, you’re a reader, Pixie. Bet you like to sink into a hot tub and get cozy with a good novel. You get the kinky one, let the hand wander below the surface--” 

You elbow him and he cackles. “Alright, sorry. I just—a man’s used to eating daily.” 

“Maybe a diet will do you well,” you retort. 

“Cheat day will come soon enough,” he says. “I’ll do my best to keep my pants on, just don’t go putting your head in any ovens.” 

“You’re awful,” you exclaim. “That’s awful.” 

“Alright,” he combs his hair back, “gonna be a good boy. Promise.” 

“You can take the glasses off.” 

“I kinda like ‘em,” he grins and pinches the arms. 

You make a face but say nothing. The city passes by and your eyes gloss over the familiar sights. The taxi drops you at the rental place and you pull up the booking. There’s at least an hour before you get outside Toronto, then another to your mom’s place. You take the keys and jingle them at Lloyd. 

“Wanna drive?” You ask. 

“I don’t really know where I’m going,” he says. 

“Right.” 

“Besides, Pixie, you got control issues.” 

“Me?” You scoff. “Sure.” 

“Oh, you do,” he assures you as you cross the lot to the rental. “Once you give in to them, you’ll be a lot happier and I'll be your perfect sub.” 

You pop the trunk and tut as you approach the driver’s side, “get the bags in the car, would ya?” 

[sukuna-ryo]

Just something random that came to my mind

MDNI

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Gojo was at the foot of the bed, knees on the floor, his upper body sprawled flat across the mattress in a pose that could only be described as a cross between a dramatic prayer and a lazy cat stretch. His elbows were propped up on the bed, palms pressed together in mock reverence. His eyes were shut tight, his head tilted slightly upward, and his face wore the kind of exaggerated seriousness that only he could pull off. It was like he was channeling every saint and monk he’d ever seen on TV, but with just enough drama to make it borderline ridiculous. Then, with a deep, performative sigh, he began.

"Alright, God, it’s me, Gojo Satoru. You probably already know that, but I like to make an entrance. Anyway, I’m here to thank you for this meal and to ask for a couple of things while I’ve got your attention. First off, bless this food. Not just in the regular way, but, like, supercharge it. Make it taste so good that I forget all my problems, even if it’s just for a few minutes. Second, bless me. Not that I’m not already blessed, obviously—I mean, look at me—but you know, just a little extra wouldn’t hurt. Like, make sure my day goes smoothly, nobody annoys me, and if someone does try, let me have the patience of a saint—or at least a semi-patient person. Third, give me some peace and quiet. I’m not saying silence forever, just a little time where I don’t have to deal with anyone’s nonsense. Lastly, if you’ve got some cosmic free time, maybe consider making the world a tiny bit less chaotic, or at least make my job easier. I know that’s a big ask, but hey, you’re God, right? Amen."

You roll your eyes. "You done yet?"

Gojo slowly opened his eyes, looking at you lying on the bed. With a cheeky grin, he said, "Yes," beaming, before diving for his meal between your legs.

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[skeletonh0e]

You will add Edgy, yeah 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Write for Edgy~ 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀

He’s hot great.

ANYWAY— since you wrote general hcs for US Sans, is it okay if I ask for the same but with Fell?

Also, I’m happy that I can get to accompany your blog since the start :)) I’ll be there for your next writing, good luck! <3

Awww thank you sm! And as for Edge, I'm tempted. He is hot you right, anyway time for the red boy. Gender neutral reader and some suggestive content because Fell is a ✨ sleazebag ✨, a minor tw for alcoholism because Fell is also a bit of a mess

Underfell Sans x Reader Headcanons

Remember how I said Swap was inexperienced and needed some time adjusting to a relationship? Same here tbh.

Granted Fell isn't completely naive nor does he have zero relationship experience, he's had hook ups, the occasional date and has certainly tried his hand at it but like?

A serious committed relationship when he's deeply invested in the person and that sentiment is 100% returned? He's out of his element

It takes a level of patience on your part, he's not a bad partner, he loves yous and god dammit he's trying! But he's utterly shit at communication, impulsive, impatient, insensitive and can be an asshole even when he's not trying to be

Doesn't help the fact that there is a part of him scared that you will leave, hurt him, betray him, and he can lash out about those feelings real easily.

You two will find your rhythm eventually, but it's not instant and even then he makes it clear he is trying his best, he apologizes when he can in his own round about way, he tries to be sweet without seeming "soft", etc, etc.

After being together for awhile you've properly got everything settled in, not that you'll ever stop having issues (that's part of being a couple) but you've basically got everything sorted out allowing a new level of comfort

A very jealous guy tbh, it once again ties back into some underlying insecurities but generally he just doesn't like it when anyone gets too close. He'll frequently insert himself into conversations or just pull you into an embrace while glaring at the poor fucker in question

The message is always clear. His.

Surprisingly handsy, it's not like there's constant PDA but he'll frequently wrap an arm around your shoulder, nippling at your neck, happily set you right on his lap and it isn't unusual for him to just straight up slap your ass before leaving

Always looking like the smugest bastard alive when he does it

More lovey dovey crap is kind of kept behind doors though, you can't mess with his tough guy image alright. Though occasionally he'll let certain gestures slide

He really softens up when he's drunk though, something that happens more frequently than it should.

Your grouchy angry "none of that soft shit" boyfriend suddenly is all over you, praising you, kissing you, nuzzling you, telling you how much he loves you and it's a little embarrassing.

Taking care of his drunk ass is a common practice, dealing with him hung over is the other one. Which yeah in the mornings he's kinda just back to his usual self

Getting him food, water and aspirin is your go to, sometimes he'll jokingly ask if you're sure you're not an angel because it's a hell of a lot better than what Papyrus does

Not big on pet names but occasionally calls you stuff like "darling" or "sweet heart", maybe "doll" depending on the situation.

He's definitely the type of boyfriend that takes on a "only I I can bully you" mentality, he'll call you out for doing something dumb or extremely lame but the moment someone else tries to do that exact same thing he slaps them on pure impulse

You do occasionally have to reign him in as he is the type of guy to let things escalate, which he does do for you...reluctantly.

He has many unique ways of showing that he cares, sometimes they are more subtle and sometimes they're more overt, however if ever asked he'll never deny his feelings for you

"Do you loooove me?"

"i think you get too much of a kick outta asking- yes"

[helsensm]

Tada✨

I get the feeling your oc would get along really well with these two delinquents

asfdfHHHH LOOK AT THEMM 🥺😭 cuties! ty!! 💖

Saoirse would enter a big sister mode around these two, the “they did something stupid again and I will lecture them about that but I’m actually feeling proud” kind of sister. The overprotectiveness is part of the deal too.

Also Kung Jin is her favorite because I said so he looks just like one of the boys she grew up with (and because she can make fun of the Kungs twice as often).

[north-noire]

perhaps catching up a bit wouldn't hurt?

[superintendent-b]

Excuse me sir I would like to request some more Sleeveless ODSTs please

I love your responses and artworks, they bring me so much joy when I see them

One order of sleeveless ODSTs coming up o7

And thank YOU ×1000!! I like making silly art pieces about the characters I love and when other people get to enjoy them with me, it makes it worth the effort

[poorlydrawnandroids]

…

Unfortunately they did not get burgers for Hank, but Connor at least learned a valuable lesson. I guess Nines suffers from Amelia Bedelia Syndrome.

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Hi guys, this is actually a comic I drew and basically finished 11 months ago. And it’s been just about then since I’ve last really opened my iPad and did any drawing. There’s a ton of half-completed works on there and they’re pretty cute, so I’ll try to post them as I get the motivation. My therapist says posting to this blog will probably improve my mental health and he’s right but >:3c

So yeah! Let’s see what I can toss out this year, wooo!!

[nemo-in-wonderland]

Saw this meme this morning, and IMMEDIATELY had the idea for this artwork, because dear Gods, I just couldn't help myself.

I just imagined *immidiately* Jacob whisking Dorothea away somewhere in Cania, hoping to be able to persuade her to finally give in to her desire and sign the godforsaken contract. (my poor girl cannot have picnic by herself fml, that Jacob is always around lol)

BUT HE FORGOT ABOUT HIS NOSY SIBLINGS LOLOLOLOL

Like, I imagine that they all know the fixation he has for that cleric of his, and they KNOW that he was bound, sooner or later, to bring her to Cania.

And THEY WERE THERE WAITING, RUINING HIS GAME LOLOL.

Poor Dorothea has NO IDEA what she got herself into.

AND THE THING, SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW THE HECK IT HAPPENED.

Because differently from Aranea, she didn't summon any fiend. He just stumble onto her while gallivating all over Faerun, and felt attracted to her.

But just like daddy dearest, once a Son or Daughter of Mephistopheles got their eyes on their prize and obsession, they won't let go, no matter how much the other party actually reciprocate their feelings (and this is for good or worse lol).

gods, I am having so much fun with this. I cannot wait to work some more on this (but now I seriously need to draw some smutty Mephistea because I NEED IT. Tomorrow. lolol)

I had much fun working on this today <3

I hope you will like this, just as much as I love working on it!

--Nemo

[johnslittlespoon]

hii happy pride month, have a little 'you're a dog (i'm your man)' chapter four snippet as an apology for radio silence <33

“Did I wake you?” Gale asks, glancing at John apologetically, but John looks up from his effort to avoid muddy puddles to shake his head. Gale supposes it’s a silly question; John sleeps like a rock, dead to disturbances made by anything other than his own brain.

“Just my sixth sense,” John says, shrugging and shooting him a small smile. Gale snorts.

“You got a radar for me?” He teases, and John smiles wider, eyes crinkling.

“Built in,” he answers matter–of–factly, raising a hand and making a fist over the center of his chest before dropping it, returning his vigilant gaze to the uneven ground. Gale stares for a moment longer, floored not for the first time by John’s apparent obliviousness to the weight of his sentimentality.

Even knowing John how he does, it’s always unexpected coming from someone who a stranger might assume to be brazen and surface–level; John’s loud mouth and wandering hands do him no favours in that regard.

But Gale does know John, like an extension of himself half the time, and still he manages to render him speechless. The way his heart flutters as the sentiment hangs in the air makes Gale want to reach down his throat and squeeze it until it never beats again.

[uhohdad]

Knife play Titan save me

Knife play Titan 😩🫡

Save me knife play Titan!!!!

Someone call the authorities, I'm having thoughts and I'll exhibit behaviours 😁

WARNING: 18+, NSFW, DEPICTIONS OF NON-CONSENSUAL SEX AND PHYSICAL ABUSE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION AND TAKE CARE <3

“I think it’s only fair we let Lover Boy pick, hm?”

Titan punctuates his question by tweaking your nipple, the handle of his knife scratching your skin with each of his harsh touches. He pauses around a thick, arrogant grin, as if he actually expected you to give valuable input instead of the sobs and pleads you’ve been offering thus far.

Titan doesn’t let up on his depraved groping as he turns to Konig with a head tilted in curiosity. He gives your nipple a punishing flick that forces your breath in through grit teeth.

“So what’ll it be first, Lover Boy? Want me to ruin your toy right away? Or should I play nice with it first?”

Konig doesn’t dare blink.

Titan gives a giddy laugh, his hold on your chest and wrists suddenly painful.

“Oh, come on now, you don’t want to leave it up to me, do you? Because if you do, I might just skip the fun all together and go straight to carving my name into her.”

Konig chokes at the threat, his eyes fully blown as he flicks between Titan’s wicked smile and your tear-streaked face.

“What’ll it be Lover Boy?”

Titan reengages his grip on the blade and places the tip into your bare stomach - not with enough pressure to draw blood - but enough to indent your flesh and more than enough to get his point across.

Konig panics when your sobs triple in volume, and his hands flail in the air.

“Feel good! Feel good!” He blurts out.

Titan laughs maniacally, throwing his head back. His entire body shakes, the knife threatening to pierce you with each jolt.

He knows he’s got you both wrapped around his finger, and he’s intoxicated off the power. Pride puffs out his chest as he savors watching his fiercest competitor surrender to his whim with such little effort.

“You want me to make your girl feel good, Lover Boy?”

Konig chokes again, freezing in his spot.

Titan’s knife jerks up in a threat to stab you, clearly only to make Konig flinch, and its more than effective, both of you pulling your shoulders up to brace yourselves.

“Yes! Yes!” Konig’s voice is strained and broken, his words coming out as hiccups through clench teeth.

Titan laughs again, and when he speaks, his voice is practically a growl.

“Good choice.”

A squeak leaves you when Titan’s predator stare locks onto you, those menacing canines the star of his sickening, greedy appetite. He places the handle of his knife between his teeth before grabbing the entirety of a plush breast.

You whine, arching away from his demeaning, brute touch, but Titan seems only entranced by the way your bare torso dances as you try and escape his powerful restraint. His smile thickens around the handle of the knife’s blade, and a muffled hum leaves him with a lull of his eyes. He runs his thumb over your perky nipple, drawing a chilling shudder from you.

Titan lets go of his harsh grip on your chest and retrieves the knife from his mouth, and with little warning, the flat of the blade presses firmly against your jaw.

The corner of Titan’s lip perks up, either at your squeak, or the choked noise that comes from Konig’s direction, but he doesn’t his break stare, his hollow, dangerous eyes lingering inches from your face. He looks displeased at he studies you, watching a few tears crest your eye line in between your trembling body and pathetic whimpers.

His voice is both threatening and playful all at once.

“If I let go of your hands-”

The flat of the steel digs further into your jaw.

“- Are you going to fight me, Funny Girl?”

You don’t dare shake your head to gesture, but you can’t help the twitch you make when your answer catches on a breathy sob.

“No.”

“No?” Titan repeats, with a tilt of his head and a bit more pressure on your jaw.

“No!” The word snags in your throat, ripping from your lungs as you push through your panic.

Titan hums approval, leering at your tear-stained, helpless face.

He must have cut you, because when he pulls the blade away, he smiles, the hand restraining your wrists finding a new home on your jaw. With a tight grip, he forces your face to the side and licks a wet, generous swipe across your cheek, lapping up both your tears and the blood the knife beaded from your flesh.

He gives another hum as he finishes out his swipe with a flick, leaving you stained with his spit.

“You know what?” Titan asks you both with a drone.

Never in your life have you not known more.

The rhetorical question and the truly sadistic smile on his face makes your insides bunch.

“I bet I don’t even have to try.”

Titan presses the blade back to your throat, forcing a swallow from you.

You watch with wide eyes as Titan scoffs at you before turning to Konig. He holds his stare, challenging him with that determined, dangerous smile.

“I bet she’s already wet.”

You suck in a breath, already clinging to Titan’s arms to pry him from you before he even makes his move.

Without warning, Titan’s body jerks viciously and his knife barrels in the direction of your head. Konig shouts, and all you have time to do is pinch your eyes closed. A shallow breath leaves you at the sound of impact, and after a taut pause you carefully open your eyes.

Titan’s forearm digs into your shoulder, massive frame looming over you with heaving breaths. He’s lodged the blade in the dirt what must be less than an inch from your head.

“What did I say, Nine?!”

You flinch at Titan’s words, seared in hissed flame.

“I said don’t fight it!”

With pleading eyes and sputtered breaths you give a nod, indiscernible promises spilling from your lips.

“If your arms leave the ground one more time, I’ll use this knife to skewer your wrists to the dirt.”

Titan pulls the knife from the dirt and presses it to your abused neck, splotched with the ghost of his teeth, and his voice drops to a dangerous snarl.

“Got it?”

You obediently rest your shaking arms in the dirt by your head, muscles bracing as you force yourself to fight every instinct.

“A girl like you, Nine-”

He scoffs.

“I bet you’re one to need it rough to get your rocks off, aren’t you?”

He snickers when you freeze.

“Uh oh,” Titan teases, his purr thickening through an arrogant, deadly grin.

“I think someone’s about to get in big trouble with Lover Boy.”

He erupts into laughter, and while it takes everything in you to keep your arms on the dirt, you can’t help but kick and plea underneath him as he scoots back to sit on your thighs, keeping your upper half pinned with the threat of his knife.

A large, calloused palm conforms to your stomach before fingertips slink over soft flesh and to your waistband. He’s taking his time, reveling in your begging, the objections pouring so quickly from your lips they might as well be nervous laughter.

Titan’s fingertips wedge the gap behind your panties, his eyes lulling as his roughened hand cups your front in a brutal grip.

He squeezes you with a hum before his hand trails lower, until the flat of his hand engulfs the entirety of your little cunt. When his fingers spread to peel your lips apart, both you and Titan suck in a breath through your teeth simultaneously.

He laughs, low and sinful and truly gut-wrenching.

His wicked canines are the last thing you see before your eyes pinch closed and a truly pitiful whine leaves you, your face seared with the hot sting of humiliation.

Titan’s laugh picks up fervor as he sticks two fingers in the air for Konig to see, the sunlight slipping through the leaves of the fall forest and catching on an unmistakable, generous sheen of arousal dripping down his knuckles.

“Well, I guess this means we can skip the ‘feel good’ part, huh Lover Boy?”

MORE TITAN DRABBLES YOU KNOW YOU WANT, FUNNY GIRL

KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU

[risingsoleil]

Tenzin appreciating Lin's body in her 50s

This is what Lin looks like under her armor

And this is Tenzin

That's all.

Thanks for coming to my TEDtalk 💞

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

HOWS MERSUGURU GOING ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII (no pressure btw take ur time im just EXCITED)

……………………….. it’s . going

:’3 IT’S NOT TOO BAD …… i just felt really bad about the writing / storytelling in it for a bit </3 and since it’s such a long fic i had trouble finding motivation.…. i really want to finish it this year though !!!! and i already miss merguru 😭😭 i think i’m just having trouble finishing the first rough draft …… i want it to end up good so badly, so it’s a lot of pressure ;;;;;

i’m so happy you’re excited though 🥹 i’ll do my best for you!!! here’s a snippet from it while you wait…. i hope it’s at least moderately tasty 😭

— a low, low hum.

when you look up again, something in his eyes has shifted. darkened, at the corners, his pupils just a little thinner, something you’re not privy to — a flicker of what you can only identify as interest. desire, hunger.

his eyes run down the expanse of your skin. 

another moment passes, and then he’s parting his lips, exposing the white of his teeth, catching the light of the sun; you think of chalk, bones, the switchblade in your pocket. even now.

”… i suppose i could stay, for a bit,” he responds, a lull of his sharp tongue, movements slow and elegant as he tips his head back in tender thought. ”just until i regain my strength…”

at his words, you visibly perk up — shoulders raised a little higher. it casts a glow on you, a smile, but when you try to speak he puts a finger to your lips. it feels cold.

”but.”

a series of blinks. you stiffen, his figure towering above you; leaning down, closer, eyes locked onto yours. 

”i expect you to take responsibility,” he purrs, deep from within his chest, a smooth smile growing on his glossy lips. ”and tend to me properly, if i do so... after all, i am your guest.”

all you can do is stare. he’s close enough that you can smell the salt off his breath, see the slight dilation of his pupils, the shimmer of his skin when the sun glides across it just right. it knocks the breath from out of your lungs, a wave against a shipwreck.

”… unless humans have lost their sense of hospitality, over the years?” he tilts his head, a low click of his tongue. pulling away, slinking back against the end of the tub. ”it wouldn’t surprise me.”

”… no,” you exhale, a quiet breath. mustering a small, but sincere smile. ”no, that’s… fine. leave it to me.”

…

there’s a crease between his brows, now. almost as if he’s still displeased. but whatever he may want to say, he seems to decide against it — shaking his head with a barely-there sigh. ”… good. we’ll just have to see how you fare, hm?”

suddenly, his fingers curl around the bathtub’s edges, lifting himself up — water sloshing all around him, droplets cascading down his chest, his abdomen, the dips of his waist. wet strands of ink-black hair stick to his skin, down his broad shoulders, and he raises a brow; his signature look, one that commands respect. 

you can adapt, to that kind of stage presence. it’s no different than bringing a life boat to sea.

(you’ll do what it takes, to stay afloat.)

[commsroom]

hey!! was reading your reply to the minkowski ask, and I was wondering what do you mean "straight culture bi"? and happy (belated) birthday!! so happy to have you in this community <3

oh!! i see how that might be strange wording out of context. i mean that i think eiffel is bi, but i think he perceives himself as the "default person" in a way where that's never really... impacted him socially? like, if you asked him, i think he would consider himself an ally rather than Part of the LGBT Community. even though he fits the definition of bisexuality, i think he just considers himself incidentally bisexual in a way he ignorantly assumes most people are. if that makes sense.

[backslashdelta]

Hi! Well, I also have my little story jumping in my mind, so if it ever inspires you to put it into words, I'll be delighted. Your way of writing them having pleasure together is very delightful…. So….And of course, don't worry if my little scenario doesn’t inspires you. Write what pleases you!!

This happens in the bathroom, after the shower, one is in front of the counter sink finishing his toilet, a towel around his waist and the other approaches him, drying himself, touches his back and offers to put cream on his back... and it ends with them fucking against the counter, both turned towards the big mirror, where they see most of themselves. And the light is clear. And one says “keep your eyes open” "look at you, look how beautiful you are" (something like that...) They can see all their emotions, everything that is happening on their two bodies, on and under their skin, their expressions, their pleasure. Here's the idea... And I'll let you choose who fucks who. I have my idea, but you're the one who writes it, so….. thank you for writing in general. :)

Thank you so much! It's 7 months late but I have finally written this wonderful prompt. I hope you enjoy what I've done with it <3 It was a lot of fun to write.

You can read the full fic on AO3, but here's a little taste ;)

Kurt stands at the sink, fingertips rubbing the moisturizer into his face. His towel is wrapped low around his hips, his torso bare in the still-humid air of the bathroom. Blaine approaches from behind, rubbing a towel through his damp curls before tossing it in the hamper. His hands settle on Kurt’s hips as he places a soft kiss to Kurt’s neck before tucking his chin over his shoulder. Their eyes meet in the mirror, electric blue to warm hazel, and Kurt smiles warmly at his boyfriend. “Do you want me to put lotion on your back?” Blaine asks, squeezing gently at Kurt’s hips. “Please,” Kurt agrees. Blaine pulls back, grabs the bottle of lotion from the counter and squirts some onto his hand. He rubs his hands together, warming it, then presses them both to Kurt’s back, starting in the center and spreading out over his shoulder blades then down. Kurt lets his head drop forward, chin to his chest, eyes fluttering closed as Blaine’s hands work over his back, massaging the lotion gently into his skin. He groans softly in appreciation as Blaine squeezes the muscles at the base of his neck, working out the tension. “Feel good?” Blaine asks softly, breath ghosting over Kurt’s back. “Mmm,” Kurt hums. Blaine leans forward to place a gentle kiss to Kurt’s neck, then another, before he presses his lips to Kurt’s skin, open-mouthed, and sucks gently at his neck. “Oh,” Kurt gasps, tipping his head to the side now to give Blaine better access.

Keep reading on AO3

[dangaer]

considering that some of my muses are from niche fandoms, im thinking of doing a muse focus for a couple of days a week. maybe posting hcs / metas / art primarily for that character so you guys can get to know them and find someone unexpected that may catch your or your muses eyes 💖