#triple a titles

[bloodlinesgirly]

Our eyes only-Jey Uso

i lied you’re getting sex tape with jey. the fic from the poll is still happening!

Warnings:

18+ (i am not responsible for your media consumption)

sex tape, hair pulling, bodily functions

word count: 817

“nuh uh baby, keep them eyes open” jeys fingers were splitting you open. The noises coming from your pussy were enough to have him cumming right there, his deep groans filled your ears as you forced your eyes open. you could see the look on his face, focused and determined to keep this rolling for as long as possible. “look at yourself mama.” jey flashed his grills to the camera before using his unoccupied hand to grip your chin, keeping your face centered in frame. you moaned loudly as you watched him behind you, fingers plunging in and out of your tight hole. you couldn’t close your legs if you tried. his calves were wrapped around yours, spreading you wide for the camera. jeys lips attached to your neck, sucking right below your earlobe. “jey i can’t.” tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks, bruises now littered your skin from his mouth. “this ain’t nothin, you still gotta take this dick.” he growled. you could feel him pressed hard against your back, his dick throbbed against your bare skin.

“m’gonna cum.” you whimpered. your eyes fought to stay open. you knew if you stopped watching he would stop too. “yeah? cmon baby cum for the camera, make that shit messy.” he spoke into your ear, thrusting his fingers deeper making his palm bump your clit. “oh fuck daddy-“ you started to say before the air was ripped from your chest. your pussy clamped down on jeys fingers as you came, your essence gushing down his wrist in spurts. “that’s my good fuckin’ girl huh? yeah baby keep cummin” somewhere in the mix your hand had made its way to the back of his head, pulling his face closer to yours. the camera captured everything perfectly. the way his hand kept you looking forward, the saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, and his fingers coated with you as he pulled them out.

jey reached for the phone making sure to zoom in on your pussy before bringing it to your face. he kissed you hard, his tongue pressed into your mouth sloppily. the camera caught the way you struggled to kiss back, your whimpers and gasps flowing into his mouth beautifully. “need you in me” you whispered onto his lips. immediately he shifted himself, forcing you forward face down. “arch for me baby, ass up.” he angled the camera down, showing off his thick cock as he stroked it a few times.

“pretty ass pussy. all for me hm?” he ran the tip of his dick through your folds, coating it with your cum. “answer me mama” he laid a slap on your ass before squeezing it for the camera. “yes daddy.” you moaned at the slap. sick of his teasing you push your ass back, hoping to entice him to speed things up. making sure the camera was adjusted perfectly, he thrusted into you. “fuck baby, always so tight for me” he moaned as your walls stretched to accommodate him. he gave you a minute to adjust before rolling his hips. your pussy squelched with each thrust, coating the base of his cock with a white ring. “harder.” you breathed out. Jey took that as a challenge.

Placing one leg up, he quickened his thrust, his pink tip abusing your gspot. “fuck jey… ssso good.” it took everything in you not to run, each thrust sent a jerk throughout your body. jeys hand not holding the camera wrapped around your hair, pulling your neck back. your face was now fully visible on camera along with the view of your greedy pussy sucking him in. deciding to put on a show for his video, you thrust your hips back, meeting his own. “shit- yeah fuck me back.” jey growls. he leans back and slows his thrust, forcing you to fuck yourself on his dick. “mhm…put in the work baby, make me cum” his hand slides down your back and settles on your ass to guide you. the sounds of your bodies clashing along with the smell of sex filling the room is intoxicating. “fuck i’m gon’ nut all up in this pussy.”

“give it to me baby” you moan.

Jeys groans become feverish as he thrust you back on his cock, making sure to bury himself to the hilt. heat washes over you as you feel his dick throb, filling you with his cum. He pulled out with a hiss, angling the camera to get a shot of the mixture of his and your cum dripping onto the sheets. with one last squeeze to your ass he clicked the button on his phone to end the video. “you did so good mama, so fuckin’ pretty on camera.” he placed a kiss to your cheek causing you to blush and hide your face. “don’t get all shy now, you know this is for our eyes only.”

[aroaceleovaldez]

im really not a fan of Rick's recent trend of recycling bits of his writing that got a good reaction the first time and acting as if that's a valid substitute for. actually bothering to write something original a second time around. It's clearly just there as a callback and nothing more.

It's "Nico's rage exploded" and "Percy's rage exploded" with the exact same paragraph formatting. It's CoTG having titles like "My Singing Makes Things Worse, and Everyone Is Totally Shocked" (reference to TLO, when Percy says he thinks his singing would cause an avalanche) or "Pretty Much the Best Good-Night Kiss Ever" (reference to TLO "Pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time") or any other number of near word-for-word references to the first series. It's Nico calling Percy "seaweed brain" in Un Natale Mezzosangue (when Percy says in TTC that anybody but Annabeth calling him that is a major offense). It's Nico and Will falling into Tartarus in TSATS word-for-word referencing Percy and Annabeth in House of Hades, despite it not making any sense for their characters (and otherwise being written as Percabeth 2™). It's the show making huge changes but keeping random "fan-favorite references" (mostly overusing "seaweed brain" and "wise girl" and emphasizing percabeth) only because they're popular in-jokes and considering that a faithful enough adaptation to market it heavily as such. It's lazy writing.

And it's a disservice to the series and to the audience, because it clearly shows Rick doesn't have original ideas anymore (though given all his writing is heavily derivative to begin with, it begs the question how much was original in the first place and how much he has difficulty when he doesn't have a structured mythological plot to work from) and that there is an expectation that the audience will just sit down and accept that behavior hook-line-and-sinker. Everything recently is clearly such lip-service to the audience, either in retcons that are overt speaking-to-camera acknowledgements of things he's been criticized on or wink-wink-nudge-nudges of community in-jokes that have no business in the actual text (see: over-use of ship names in canon). Especially since Rick tends to be about 5 years behind on the fandom uptake. It's just so disappointing to see.

[askthatoneanacondraikaiguy]

This blog is amazing, and it has reignited my “Kai’s and Nya’s many great grandpa was a serpentine” hc

Lovely art, wonderful au, keep it up

Haha, thank you!! That sounds like a very fun HC!

(I'm working out the time in my schedule to do art and stuff so hopefully I'll be making art at a more consistent rate again)

[probablyemery]

Here’s my final for my motion graphics class, my genuine pride and joy from the entirety of last year, the title sequence I made inspired by Skyjacks! This project took ages but it was so much fun and I really enjoyed the entire process of making it so… yeah!

[eewtp]

Chalice of the Gods, Wrath of the Triple Goddess…

Nico and Will I’m sorry you two go stuck with the title that you ended up with

[reveluving]

i got you, you got me ; benny miller x reader

summary: you love Benny; he loves you, and he’ll make sure you remember, even if it means taking you in the changing room.

warnings: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), a teeny bit of angst & a whole lot of fluff!

a/n: omg what another ‘formal’ fic in the same month whaaat? and a filthy one WITH plot (somewhat), no less??? crazy!! but no, thank you so much, dear anon! (also a cont. to this piece!) so I really hope you guys enjoy it, I know I did! love y’all!! and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading another triple frontier fic? check out the m.list!

» smut includes; possessive dom hubby!benny, ‘angel’ as a pet name, size kink, dirty talk i.e. + about exhibitionism & voyeurism (it doesn’t happen tho!), nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v)

'I love you more than you can imagine.' ;

His eyes never left yours when he locked the door, loosening the gauze wrapped around his left knuckle with his teeth and letting it drop to the floor. He then beckoned you with the same hand. 

“Come here,” You placed your hand on his. He raised them to his lips, kissing the back of them before yanking you to his chest. Nuzzling his face in your hair, he murmured, “Can I take you here, angel?”

His other hand slid up your back, the shivers that ran up your spine followed his touch before he gently pulled your head back. 

“Can I fuck my pretty lil’ wife while those boys out there can only listen to just how good I make you feel?”

His voice was dripping with lust, but his hands stayed put. He wouldn't dare to continue against your will. Both of you were open to experimenting, and though your husband sometimes thinks with his dick and sees them as a challenge, the second you tell him that you're uncomfortable, he'll stop himself faster than a sucker punch. 

He had a knack for disrespecting others, but he'll never let one of them be you. 

"Please," You whimpered, granting him the verbal permission he was looking for, as he always does. Hearing your desperation for him, he muttered a 'fuck' and turned you around, pressing his lips to your neck. He took the time to cover the space between your jaw and shoulder with kisses and licks while unwrapping the other gauze. He threw the fabric to the side and squeezed your breasts through the layers of clothes. Your head fell backwards, encouraging him to leave more hickeys to his satisfaction. He pulled away for a moment, removing your shirt hastily and pulling the cups of your bra over your breasts. 

Your breathing grew heavier as he fondled your mounds, yelping as he latched his lips back onto your neck, leaving hickeys after every suck. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, watching himself ravenously tug on your nipples with both hands. 

“These beautiful tits,” He rasped, only to end his own sentence with a groan as the image of him sucking on sensitive bud flashed before his very eyes. His mouth watered at the thought of it, though his hands would have to do for now as his patience ran thin. One of his hands moved downwards, teasing your ribs and tummy before slipping them under your pants, brushing the pads of his callused fingers over your sopping lips, “Ooh, there it is.” 

You couldn’t do anything but held onto his hands. They were prominently smaller than his own—rougher and possibly deadly as they caressed and roused you in ways you couldn’t even describe. He had no problem taking your pants off, especially after catching a glimpse of your lace panties; his favourite pair.

“So wet,” He purred, daring you to break eye contact before mirroring the way your lips fell open as he teased his middle finger through your folds, though barely sinking inside you, “Come here.” 

Pulling you to the right end of a bench, he sat you down with him behind you. He forced your legs open, running his large hand up and down your thigh. 

Anywhere but the one place you needed him most.

Despite your whines, he didn't relent, not even when the bench began to glisten from your arousal. He tutted at the sight, though he was anything but displeased. 

"What would the boys say if they saw us this way, hm?" The grip on your inner thigh tightened by a fraction, "Seeing ‘lil’ ol’ Benny’ all big and strong, now playing with the Siren’s pretty pussy?" 

You knew he wasn’t talking about his brother or his friends. 

Being less buff nor serious in his days in the armed forces, he was prone to the jibes of his old squad. Calling him Benny in a patronizing manner rather than the call sign (which even he doesn’t remember anymore) he was assigned with as a sad way to dampen his spirit. 

The other reason he was given shit all those years ago was for his rumoured adoration for none other than you—Siren.

Many failed to see his potential, but unlike them, you weren’t of them. 

And from then on, he knew you were the one.

You could care less about their thoughts, and so could he, not when he had you in his arms, exquisitely vulnerable for him and him only. 

“Should I just tear these off,” He wondered aloud, pulling the waistband before letting it snap back against your skin with a ‘snap!’. Hearing you yelp, he cooed, “Or should I just move them to the side like this and…”

He pushed the fabric to the side, splitting the juices connected to the lace and pushing his middle finger inside you, exhaling slowly at the squelching. You needed more, though, and ever the attentive husband, he voiced it out for you.

“You can take more, can you?” You could only let him know with a meek ‘uh huh’, bringing your hand up to the back of his neck and occasionally running your nails over his scalp. He did as you wanted, putting his index finger in before easing in a third. He fingered you the way he’d fuck you with his cock, entranced by the sight of your walls clenching around him desperately. Soon, the sheer need for him clouded your worries, your voice now at a higher pitch.

"I love you, angel," He murmured against you, taking a moment to appreciate the moment—to appreciate you, before losing himself in the pleasure as he stood up a bit to take his boxers off, stroking himself languidly, "I love you more than you can imagine." 

"I do, too. I love you," You panted, placing your hand on his cheek for a kiss. Heated and needy, he pulled away first in favour of a taste of your juices on his fingers before he lay back onto the bench, holding you carefully and caging you to his chest.

He spread your legs open, teasingly running his cock over your pussy lips before easing himself in, exhaling with a rumble in his throat. He was only halfway in and already throbbing, barely able to control himself as he waited for your signal. It didn’t take long, though, as you began pushing yourself into him, and just like that, he plunged himself into you.

He gripped your thighs, pulling himself out till the very tip of him was left before slamming back in. He repeated, hearing your cry out every time before it turned into continuous wails as he picked up the pace. 

"All those wins," He kissed your neck, "All those knockouts," He kissed your jaw before whispering in your ear, "I do it all for you." 

He planted his feet on the floor, thrusting up into you mercilessly. You briefly thanked Benny’s training for his endurance as you felt the burn in your thighs, plus the way he dug his fingers into your skin. Benny's eyes were closed shut, imaging your slick that was beginning to trickle down his thighs.  

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, your voice alternating between squeaks and screams, plus the obscene sounds of your hips slapping as it echoed in the changing room. 

“Bet they’re wishing for you to say their names right now. All they want is to have you but they’ll never get to,” His hips stilled for a moment, wanting to hear you say it, “You know why, don't you?"

You nodded profusely.

"Because I'm yours,” He hummed, resuming his thrusts at a slower pace, as though it wasn’t enough of an answer, “I’m yours… and yours alone…!" 

"There you go," And just like that, he became animalistic; slamming you down onto his cock like the pretty little ragdoll that you were. With your walls fluttering around him, you gasped out before shaking in his arms as your orgasm ripped through you. He didn’t stop, however, fucking through your high and chasing his own release before ending with a final buck of his hips. Using his strength, he clung to you, letting your body jerk as his cum shot deep inside you.

You tried to catch your breath, with Benny in no rush as he, too, needed a bit of time, feeling himself twitch.

Seconds passed, and you tried to move a little, slightly dizzy at the position you were in. 

"Hang on," He tapped you on the knee, taking a deep breath before pulling out slowly, your mewls just barely over his soft huff. He maneuvered you to a position similar to when he first sat you down on the bench. One of his arms remained around your stomach, stopping you from slumping to the side. 

Both of you watched as his cum began to dribble out of you.

"Fuck," He chuckled, prompting you to follow as his heaving chest caused you to bounce a little. Your laughs only grew as he planted kisses across your shoulder blades, exaggerating the sounds of his smooches. The best you could do was to squirm in his arms, unable to move from both his arms and your shaky legs. Eventually, he stopped, laying his head back on the bench to ease the kink in his neck and asked, "You okay?" 

"Mhm," You interlaced your fingers through his, "I've never felt better." 

"Good," He replied, wanting nothing more than to continue hugging you like his own personal teddy bear, "That's good." 

The two of you stayed like that, content to be in each other's arms even for just a moment. 

But it was only in character of him to tell you the first thing that came to his mind. 

"Wanna get waffles?" He piped up, "I'm thinking Pop's."

"Pop's?" You glanced at the clock, "Benny, it's getting pretty late."

Not that you had anything against the diner, and then again, breakfast for dinner sounded pretty good.

"And? C'mon, you told me you were craving waffles the other day. Pop's doesn't close until another, what, three hours? And you haven't had dinner either." He then begged, "Please?" 

You huffed in amusement as he dragged his plea, You were also slightly touched that he brought up your cravings. You didn't think he'd remember that. 

"Whatever you want, handsome," You felt him smile against you, though he remained silent after, "Benny?" 

"Hm?" 

"Are you okay?" 

He paused for a moment—why wouldn't he be okay? He's flourishing in his career, albeit a smaller one. He has been doing better since he finished his time in the Special Forces and now, he's happily married to his best friend. 

He wouldn't want to have it any other way.

"Never been better." He sighed in relief, sounding content before raising his head, "C'mon." He moved off the bench, helping you move your legs to one side before sliding his arms under your knees. Your arms encircled his neck, only to be caught by surprise as he gave you a gentle peck on the nose. 

The two of you shared a moment of laughter before he carried you to the showers, committed to taking care of you now that he doesn't have to worry about another match until later on. 

Not that he wouldn't if he did have one though, he's just extra determined, now that he gets to have you all to himself.

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» a/n: I just thought about whether or not public changing rooms can be locked so um. Let's just say for this piece's sake, it can be locked okay <3

» gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[rockboci]

thoughts on the da4 name change and news?

i know you probably wanted to hear an actual in depth opinion or something, but i dont care about da4

[dynamitekansai]

USANetwork: 2 years ago, Solo Sikoa defeated Carmelo Hayes (who according to Melo, didn't lose, he just "didn't win") to become NXT North American Champion! Solo vacated the title shortly after joining The Bloodline on SmackDown!

[wrestlingmgc]

WWE Champion Randy Orton

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ive been noticing another influx of bots, so Friendly Reminder! if you have an Untitled blog with a Default Icon! you will be blocked without mercy!

[ghostwriter2203]

A future book will come soon. It will have these characters and actors, celebrity in this my book that is called: Ghosts From My Past

If you guys wanted me to let you guys know when it’s done on my wattpad account, then I’ll tag you if you’re interested in this book. Have a goodnight/ afternoon/ morning.

[spyridonya]

I think one of the hardest things that's been like, a core memory of childhood is how I interact with people.

I was told at a young age by my grandmother to never invite myself anywhere. It was rude to do so and if your presence was wanted, you'd be told so. I think it malformed and it stuck in the wrong way.

Essentially, I've become 'if they don't approach you, they're really not interested'. This is true in real life (I rarely drop by friends' and I rarely ask to come over, I wait until invited - though I can invite people over, I'm too ashamed of the state of my home) and it's true online (I rarely DM first, because if I was engaging, people would DM first).

I don't know if autism, anxiety, or ADHD did this, but I'm really annoyed with it.

[misskukinz95]

It's your time boo, get that IC title!!

YEEEEEEEET!!!! 🔥

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

alrighty, here it is~

🩵 The Overmorrow playlist (on youtube) 🩵

The first 11 are songs that encapsulate the mood of the entire story and its overarching themes, mostly about Eph or literally from his pov (I’m on my hands and knees begging you to listen to King, The Next Right Thing, Quiet, and A Little Closer at the very least 🥺)

The 19 after those are various instrumental tracks I listened to while writing and editing to set ✨ the mood ✨ (I do this for all my fics), more or less in chronological order

And finally, once Overmorrow is finished…I’ll add some bonus songs 😃

Hopefully I’ll be able to host this in a better place suited for music (with no ads!) later on, but this’ll do for now. I really hope you like it!!

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Improvement :3