#which is not to say it ain't close at all

[p-seduonym]

I'll expand another time but these are my notes for the Cult of the Lamb! Reader X Yandere! Batfam AU

A/N: I am very sick, so I can't really expand that much right now. But here are the bare bones of the au. Hope you like it! Also, I chose the name based off of my last playthrough of the game. And I don't know the legality of cults, but lets say they can coast by under the GCPD's radar for a little, okay?

Overall Plot

Bat-Lamb, a Lamb metahuman, is the central figure of a cult disguised as a “home of spirituality.”

Cult is located deep in Gotham's underbelly, with around 40-50 followers.

They don’t refer to themselves as a cult; it falls under a religion legally, so law enforcement can’t do much.

The cult appears idyllic, which makes some heroes (like those in the Bat-Family) suspicious.

The cult's base is called "The Meadow."

Powers and Role

Only Bat-Lamb has powers, granted by the One Who Waits

Their power grows with devotion from followers.

Powers include: mind reading, manifesting weapons, brainwashing, resurrection, healing, making crops grow.

They perform miracles, which leads the cult to worship them more than the One Who Waits.

Bat-Lamb is feared by some members due to their abilities and "unspeakable" punishments.

Cult Culture & Beliefs

Cult members are family-oriented and place huge importance on marriage.

Marital robes resemble cult robes but are longer.

All cult members wear red robes with a white ram’s horn symbol.

They view non-cult relationships as shallow or loveless.

The cult believes only they understand true romantic love.

Festivals (with bonfires and feasts) are common and used to recruit outsiders.

They sometimes hold public-facing events to indoctrinate new members.

Rules & Dynamics

No lying to Bat-Lamb, as Bat-Lamb can read the thoughts of followers.

Bat-Lamb claims to love all followers equally, regardless of their past.

Followers are not allowed to betray Bat-Lamb—betrayal may trigger the "unspeakable."

They often close ranks against outsiders but may have internal betrayals for survival.

Followers show jealousy, squabbling, and sometimes infighting—but Bat-Lamb intervenes to stop it.

Disciples take care of dissenters or those who try to leave, unbeknownst to Bat-Lamb.

Recruitment & Indoctrination

Recruits often include outcasts, homeless, and those with nowhere else to go.

Bat-Lamb offers them a home and a sense of belonging.

Some join out of love, others from desperation.

Dissenters may be “re-educated” through brainwashing or psychological manipulation (often via a pillory).

Missionaries are sent out to recruit followers or gather resources.

Relationships

Although Bat-Lamb views them all equally, Bat-Lamb’s spouse is seen as a higher caste member—used as proof of "true love" within the cult.

The relationship is seemingly healthy, with mutual trust and understanding. But the spouse was chosen seemingly at random.

Other followers may feel romantic or obsessive feelings toward Bat-Lamb, causing tension.

Bat-Family eventually discovers Bat-Lamb’s identity, that being the missing middle child of the Wayne family, and tries to rescue them, but Bat-Lamb refuses to leave.

Conflict & Paranoia

Bat-Lamb is deeply paranoid about betrayal, especially from within.

They believe the cult is their true family and will not abandon it.

The cult is both manipulated by and manipulating Bat-Lamb.

Some members are not true believers, which might lead to drama or eventual collapse.

A/N: ya ain't a true Wayne child unless you're paranoid about literally everything. I might get into the Batfam's relationship with Bat-Lamb later when I'm not dying from consumption (/j). Also also, i used Mashed on YouTube's animation of Cult of the Lamb as some inspiration. Really good, give it a watch!

[littlemissaddict]

Sharing a bed for the first time (AFAB Reader)

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish

She and Johnny both stood there looking at the bed, her more anxious and Johnny expectantly waiting for her to climb in so he could take the other side.

As if sensing she wasn't going to make a move, he put it down to nerves of sharing the bed for the first time, he spoke up. "So which side of te bed tis it lass?"

She looked over at him wide-eyed as she stuttered out her words, "Uh, I usually, well I-I usually sleep in the middle with the pillows" she tries to explain using her hands to show how she normally arranges the four pillows. Two laid out normally against the top of the bed, one in the middle on top of the two and one on the right side that she wraps her legs around.

"Can work with that," Johnny nods, a smile encouraging her to go about her nightly routine of arranging the pillows how she likes. He notices that when she lays down, she shifts her body more to the right than the middle to give him more room. "Na that jus won' do," he grumbles as he climbs into bed behind her, throwing an arm over her waist and dragging her flush against his body. "M ya guest na need ta be putting yaself out fa me" he jokingly scolds her as she tries to twist in his hold to look at him.

"But if this is going to be a regular thing, then you're going to need more space in the bed, I can't be hogging it all" she explains, after enduring enough comments about taking up the whole bed.

"Don ya worry ya pretty little head bout it, 've slept in worse places," he jokes even though he can't think of anything better than being cuddled up next to her. She tries to protest, but Johnny shakes his head, "If it becomes a problem, 'll let ya know." he assures her softly, cuddling in more to let her know the conversation is over.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

"Simon, just get your arse into bed." She was tired and irritable, and Simon was starting to get on her last nerve. Sure he'd navigated the foreign streets to get them safely to the safe house without being followed all while she followed his lead, pretty much dead on her feet after being awake for almost 48 hours while Simon didn't seen affected in the slightest.

Once they'd arrived at the safe house, Price was already there waiting for them. Ordering them to get some rest before evac in less than 8 hours, what he failed to mention is that there was only one bedroom and only one bed, thankfully it was a double bed and not a single as that would of been a difficult fit with Simon's size.

"Don't need sleep, can sleep on tha heli" he grumbled, still making no move to actually get into bed.

"And disobey the Captain's orders?" She challenged him, knowing how much respect he held for Price since he was the one who recruited him to the task force.

"L'sleep on tha couch then" he argued back.

"Simon get into bed or so help me" she threatened, unaware of how unhinged she looked in the moment with wild, unfocused, bloodshot eyes staring him down. Finally he moved to get into the bed next to her, as close to the edge of the bed as he could get while he positioned himself on his back with his arms flat to his sides as he stared up at the ceiling.

She rolled her eyes, "Simon I ain't going to bite, you don't have to lay on the very edge of the bed and not to make you uncomfortable or anything but are you going to take your mask off or are you trying to suffocate yourself?"

"Listen, ya wan'ed me in tha bed, I got in tha bed an' ya still complaining" he huffed out, starting to regret climbing under the covers.

"All I'm saying Simon is that you don't have to act so weird, act like your at home and you've just returned home and you can't wait to climb into your own bustard bed" She explained, no humour written on her face just a longing for her own bed, "just forget I'm even here and try to rest"

"Couldn't forget ya if a tried" he mumbled, turning his head away from her and shutting his eyes, hoping that she didn't hear, that she didn't grasp the meaning behind his words, that even if she did it wouldn't make things weird between them now.

"Night Simon" she mumbled, too tired to think about it right now but once they were home, well he better start talking.

[revelboo]

Transformers fandom is a prison that I willingly entered and no plan getting out so much that I hyper fixated and now learning shield metal arch welding just because of sheer curiosity of how to weld metal.

Your fics and others help fuel it and I don't regret it. I ain't getting out of this prison 😩

🤣 hey, it’s a fun prison and you can think of welds as Cybertronian scars

Everything Is Alright Pt 155

Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Staring at them as they just stare back, you don’t if you’re reassured that they’re as clueless as you are or if you should be legitimately worried that none of you have the slightest clue what you’re doing. And you think you can raise an alien kid? That you also know nothing about. That’s going to be bigger than you are. With three aliens, two of which you love even if they tend to piss you off sometimes and a third that goes out of his way to piss you off for his own amusement. “So none of you know anything about how this works,” you manage.

• And there’s the distress, your emotions making Soundwave’s servos twitch with his urge to reach for you and shield you from everything that upsets you. Unfortunately hiding you in his cassette compartment also upsets you. “We could always just bond daily to see if anything happens,” Megatron says, reaching like he’s about to take you from Starscream to make the seeker’s wings flare. Delighting in antagonizing the other mech and you. “For the good of the sparkling you foisted upon me.”

• Venting angrily as he cups you close to his chassis, Starscream’s tempted to copy Soundwave and pop you into his canopy. At least he wouldn’t have to fend off Megatron trying to grab you. Of course, you get mad at Soundwave for doing that and he’d rather stay on your good side. “The sparkling is fine,” he hisses, even as his own spark aches. Hoping those words are true. Because he can’t bond with you and feel that little spark tangled in you. All because Megatron stole his sparkling from you.

• “Shockwave might know about spark development,” Soundwave suggests and you groan. Your dislike for the scientist so over the top, it’s amusing. Insinuating himself between Starscream and Soundwave, Megatron reaches to run a servo down your arm and hears Soundwave’s disgruntled vent clearing as Starscream’s turbines whistle slightly and you immediately swat at him. Little face upturned to frown at him before your eyes drop to the protoform and you shudder. That look on your face giving him pause. Are you bothered by the protoform?

• He’s like a little boy, just can’t stop picking at you and Star. Scowling at him as you remember a boy annoying the heck out of you in elementary school because he’d liked you and had thought pestering you was the way to go about getting your attention. That’s not what Megaton’s doing, though. He’s just a jerk. It’s not like he’s starved for attention when he’s usually surrounded by his command. But you can’t help but think of that little boy sitting at the desk behind you, leaning forward to pull your hair.

Previous

[shrimpswritingblog]

On me hands and knees may I request general romance hcs with Mud x reader? Maybe what he's like when he's whoops in way too deep and realises? Thank you omg

۶ৎ Mud x GN!Reader General Romance HCs

《 A/N: YESS I GOT YOU ANON!! THE CROWD GOES WILD 🗣‼️‼️ I'm IN LOVE with this guy I can't even lie, this prompt is cute asf <33 Ty for requesting! 》

───────────── ۶ৎ ────────────── “Ah, shit."

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☠︎︎ He realizes he's in love with you when he catches himself stealing trinkets, not for himself, but because he thought 'Y/N might like this.'

☠︎︎ The realization hits him like bullet to the neck!

☠︎︎ He'd try to deny it at first, telling himself that you're just another ‘scheme’ he's working on.

☠︎︎ What scheme you may ask?

☠︎︎ Uh…

☠︎︎ "Just gettin' close to earn their trust... that's all." He lies murmurs to himself under his breath.

☠︎︎ Sure.

☠︎︎ You'd notice him watching you from across the butchershop, quickly averting his eyes whenever you catch him staring.

☠︎︎ Despite his decaying appearance, Mud becomes oddly self-conscious around you when he’s fallen deep!

☠︎︎ He’s adjusting his fedora, straightening his tie and even making sure the melting skin on his face looks ‘presentable’.

☠︎︎ Ken can read his brother like a book, he often catches him staring at you when he thinks you aren’t looking.

☠︎︎ "Me? In love?! With Y/N?! HAHAHA! That's rich!” He throws his head back as he cackles fakely. After he’s done ‘laughing’, he’ll probably beat on his chest to clear his throat.

☠︎︎ Ken just rolls his eyes and gets back to work.

☠︎︎ There’s definitely been instances where he asks Ken to cement a person who’s been harassing you around town under the guise of them being an awful person (which they are) similar to how Ken avoided telling Mud why they were trying to hunt Jack.

☠︎︎ When you ask him directly why he's been acting…strange, he'd respond with something like: “Strange? Me? I ain't strange, doll! I'm the most normal rotling in this whole district. It's YOU who's been actin' funny!”

☠︎︎ Watching the light in your eyes sparkle as he hands you a present really warms his heart…wait does he even have one—

☠︎︎ He’ll probably confess with a bouquet of stolen flowers, the ones you once mentioned liking in passing.

☠︎︎ He'd try to impress you with his shooting skills FOR SURE!!

☠︎︎ Despite all these cute gestures, the guy is a BIG flirt and a little shit!

☠︎︎ Since Mud is over 7 feet, the MAN IS TALL and will use it to his advantage!

☠︎︎ And so, he WILL blow smoke in your face lovingly and has the AUDACITY to chuckle to himself as he watches you swat away the fumes from your face

☠︎︎ Plus it doesn’t help that he finds you even more irresistible when you’re mad

☠︎︎ Despite his crass nature, he's surprisingly gentle with you, ONLY in private if course!

☠︎︎ But sometimes he does forget when he’s in front of his (soon to be your) family or flat out doesn’t care, so his sudden tenderness confuses the hell out of the others.

☠︎︎ “GET A ROOM!”

☠︎︎ Speaking of rooms!

☠︎︎ Since the poor fella sleeps on meat hooks in the freezer room, you bought him the mattress he’d been desperately wanting. (The gesture made him fall for you even harder)

☠︎︎ His idea of romance would be teaching you how to shoot/improving your skill if you already know how!

☠︎︎ He starts setting aside some of his stolen goods in a special "Y/N Fund" for your future together.

☠︎︎ He feels so cheesy but he genuinely thinks not being around you is worse than the Inferno itself.

☠︎︎ He’d say cute stuff like that all the time before adding something along the lines of: “Don't you dare tell anyone I said that."

☠︎︎ When you two drift asleep in the same mattress you bought him, he definitely stays awake a little longer to watch you sleep with a content smile on his face before he dozes off.

[melyxssa]

His Playboy Bunny

Description: 1999, Los Angeles. you are the hottest Playboy model but your boyfriend James is not quite happy about it.

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, angst, language, smut (unprotected sex).

The “Playboy Summer Party” has always been the biggest and most iconic event of the entire year. The Mansion filled up with the most famous and hottest celebrities, photographers, models, actors, including the biggest rockstars, and we all partied wild for days.

Me and all of the other Playboy bunnies were thrilled about this event, because we knew that attending it meant only meant two things: music and drinks with famous people.

James never used to be really happy about this, unless he was with me, keeping an eye on everyone and everything at the party, checking on me the whole night.

However, this year was different... James had to fly to New York with his band to attend an important interview, he had to stay away the entire weekend.

The fact that I’ll have to go the party without him didn't excite him, and now he has been giving me the silence treatment for the past few hours, while packing his stuff before heading to the airport.

I check on him, peeking through the half-closed doorframe of our bedroom, while he was picking up some shirts from his closet, his eyes were dark, a shadow of anger reflected in his gaze and his nervous movements. I decide to step in the room, sighing heavily just to make my presence considered: no answer or sign of notice whatsoever from him.

I walk towards the bed and stand next to him, watching every frustrated movement of his, not even trying to turn to look at me. His hair fell a bit over his face, while he kept pushing his clothes into his bag, tending his muscles' biceps, which pointed out his tattoos exposed under his tight black sleeveless t-shirt.

“Are you not gonna say anything or what now?”, I ask him with a tone of frustration, demanding him to talk to me before he left for the flight.

James stopped his frustrated actions for a moment, his hands still gripping a hastily folded t-shirt. He took a deep breath, his broad chest rising and falling under his tight black shirt, jaw clenched tight.

He glanced sideways, hard and unreadable blue eyes behind his messy hair. His voice came out low and gruff.

"What d'ya want, Y/N?”, he grunted, before shoving a few more items into his bag with more force than necessary. "You know I gotta jet. Band stuff."

He finally turned to face me completely, arms crossed over his broad chest. His posture was defensive, body language closed off.

“I’m not in the mood for any bullshit right now.”

He muttered, looking at me up and down, his tone was blunt, almost rude, clearly agitated and distracted by his impending trip and the thoughts swirling in his head.

I stay silent watching him zipping his bag closed and grabbing his sunglasses and leather jacket. I scoff at his cocky attitude.

“You’re just gonna leave without saying a word? After ignoring me for hours?”

I tried to keep it cool, but it was obvious my tone hinted something else, irritation floated in the air between us after these words left my mouth.

James halted in his tracks, his shoulders stiffed at the irritation in my voice. He let out a sharp exhale through his nose, a sound of pure exasperation. Turning slowly, he pinned me with a hard stare, blue eyes glinting with a mix of anger and something else, something more vulnerable.

"Listen, I ain't got time for any of this right now, alright?" He growled, tone low and rough.

"I got a fuckin' plane to catch, and a bunch of other shit to deal with." He stepped closer, almost invading my personal space, using his height and broad build to try and intimidate me into backing down.

"You think I'm happy about leavin' you here, at that damn party, with all those fuckin' creeps sniffin' around you like you're some piece of meat?"

His voice rose with each word, his eyes flashing.

He walks back towards the bed reaching for his bag, finally grabbing it ready to go. Rolling my eyes, I move closer to him searching for his eyes.

”Are you serious right now? Again with this shit? You know this is my job, I gotta go there every year to meet new people, certainly not to flirt with some other men, you already came with me, basically all the music industry knows that we are together.

Why won’t you trust me?”

Now I was the exhausted one. James gripped the strap of his bag tightly, knuckles turning white. He met my gaze, his eyes stormy and intense. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he struggled to rein in his temper and the swirling emotions inside him.

"Trust?" He scoffed bitterly. "Trust is earned, Y/N. And let's face it, you didn’t exactly made it easy for me to just fuckin' trust you at a damn party like that." His voice was a low, mocking parody of gentleness.

"I know it's your job. I fuckin' get it. But that doesn’t mean I gotta like it. You think I'm blind not to see the way those assholes look at you? The way they want you?”

He shook his head, a harsh laugh escaped his lips.

"I may not be fuckin' perfect, but I know when a man wants to take what's mine."

His eyes rolled before letting his sunglasses fall on his nose, with a scoff escaping his mouth.

“You knew damn well about my job since you started dating me, James!"

I suddenly snap, James flinched slightly at the harsh tone in my voice, but held his ground. His eyes narrowed, turning into cold, moving closer.

"Don't fuckin' yell at me like that!” He growled, yelling back as loud.

“Yeah, I knew what your job was. Doesn't mean I gotta be okay with watchin' other pricks drool all over you like a goddamn doll, or watching photographers take pictures of you naked, knowing they jerk off on them right after.” He stepped back, grabbing his bag and heading for the door, he left me speechless again.

“Have fun, I’ll see you in a few days.”

And with that he left, leaving me standing in our bedroom.

The night came, and the chauffeur drove me to the Playboy Mansion with some of the other models, to get ready for the party.

All of us wore glittery pink outfits, bunny ears on and champagne glasses in our hands, walking and dancing to the hottest music and entertaining the people around us.

I spent the whole night hopelessly hoping for one of the waiters to come and tell me that someone was on the phone waiting for me, but of course, James didn’t call, without even letting me know if he landed in New York.

Sitting on the red lips couch in front of the big pool among all the people, suddenly a pornstar martini popped up in front of my eyes held by tattooed hand with black polish nails. I raise my sight to the tall figure in front of me, revealing the cocky glam bassist of Mötley Crüe, Nikki Sixx.

With an amused smirk on his lips, he glanced again at the glass in his hand.

“Believe it or not, but this is for you”, he says after seeing I didn’t move since I noticed him.

“Thanks”, I simply say smiling at him. Doing the same, he sits next to me, holding an arm behind the back of the couch.

“Waiting for your man?”, he asks looking among the people in front of us.

“He is not coming this year”, I answer with the coldest voice tone ever, making him nod, his dark eyes eating me.

“Got it… he lets you have fun with others”, he smirks again at his own words.

“What does that mean?”, scoffing I look away from him still feeling his gaze upon me.

“Just saying… he never seemed that happy to see you here the past years, I was wondering how he could just let you come here alone this time…”, he continues leaning closer so I could hear him better due to the loud music around us.

“It’s my job, I gotta stay here tonight as always, and he knows…”

My patience was already at its limit, he laughs seeing my tone changing again.

“Yeah I see… you were funnier when I met you for the first time a few years ago, you know Y/N? Less cold.”

I nod faking a laugh while keep drinking my cocktail.

“You mind if I let you forget about him for a few hours?”, he whispers again leaning even closer to my face, making me jump up from the couch.

“I’m not a whore Sixx, you already played this game three years ago and my answer always been the same, and it won’t change tonight”

With that I walk away, my body shaking by the anger of such a conversation that I unfortunately used to be familiar with.

— Third person POV —

It’s the next day. After the band’s interview was finally over they all walk back to their private lounge, in the building where they had their meeting.

James sat back on one of the couches in the room, with hands in his hair, still frustrated by the argument he had with Y/N the day before, also feeling guilty for not calling her.

He woke up from his thoughts after seeing a last hour magazine being thrown on the couch next to him. “Page six man”, says Lars in a low tone.

James’ big hands reach for the tabloid in front of him, quickly opening the sixth page, eyebrows furrowed reading the article:

“Playboy bunny, Y/N Y/LN, aka James Hetfield’s date since 1994, spotted really busy having a close interaction with Mötley Crüe’s bassist Nikki Sixx at the Playboy Mansion Summer Party last night. End of an iconic couple? Start of another metal love for the Playboy bombshell?”

The picture printed all over the page caught the exact moment where Nikki tried to flirt with her a second, before she walked away leaving him on the couch. James took a deep breath, before a sound of pure rage started escaping his lungs. He crumpled the magazine in his fist, crushing it into a tight ball of anger and pain. His mind raced with a whirlwind of dark, accusing thoughts. He had left her alone for one damn night, and she'd already found someone else to cozy up to?

James rounded on Lars, eyes blazing.

"Did you see this?" He snarled, shoving the crushed magazine towards his bandmate. "Did you fuckin' see who she's with?"

His voice rose with each word, tinged with a manic edge of disbelief and fury. All the other members of the band in the room turning to watch the scene in silence.

“Man, calm down, come on, you know tabloids write fake shit about everyone, I'm sure it's not how it seems.” Kirk tried to calm down James, who snapped up from the couch walking back and forth through room nervously.

James paced like a caged animal, unable to sit still, too agitated and consumed by rage to calm down. He shook his head, a harsh, bitter laugh escaping him.

"Not how it seems? Are you fuckin' kidding me, Kirk?" He whirled around, eyes wild and accusing, his hands clenched into fists, trembling with the force of his anger.

He turned back to the crumpled magazine, smoothing it out to take another look at the incriminating photo.

"She's a fuckin' Playboy bunny, for Christ's sake. She's supposed to act like she's into those assholes." He gritted his teeth, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

"And you're telling me to calm down?" He shook his head, a cynical, disbelieving laugh escaped his lips. "I don't fuckin' think so." And with that James walked out of the room, slamming the door making it echoing through all the hallway.

— Y/N’s POV —

A few days passed from the party, and today James should be back home already, but I didn’t hear from him ever since he left.

I was taking a shower in our bedroom’s bathroom when I hear heavy steps coming from the stairs heading closer. As my head slipped under the warm water in relax, the shower’s curtain suddenly opens, making me jump and scream, and it revealed to be James. His tall figure, unbuttoned shirt, cowboy boots and black jeans, with an angry expression printed on his face, stood in front of me.

“What the fuck, James?! You scared me!”, I snap removing the water drops from my eyes so I could see him better.

He lifts an opened ruined magazine “Fucking Sixx!” He yells throwing it at me, still standing in the shower.

I quickly pick it up and read the article about her and him.

“None of this it’s true James!”, I say looking at the infamous picture. James scoffs looking away, passing a hand through his hair in frustration.

“I can’t fucking believe you think this shit is real!”. I throw the article on the bathroom floor as I finally step out of the shower.

I grab a towel and wrap it around my body. I walk towards the bathroom fogged up mirror, still feeling James’s presence behind me, in complete silence.

He steps closer, invading my space. The heat of his body radiated against my back, still damp from the shower. He gripped my shoulders, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

"You think I don't see the way he looks at you, like he wants to devour you whole?"

He reached out, gripping my jaw roughly and turning my face forcing me to meet his gaze. A devious smirk grows on my lips feeling his hands on me like this.

He was infuriated, but his rough grip around my face and his rough tone weirdly turned me on. James' eyes narrowed as he noticed the sudden change in my expression, his grip tightening on my cheeks.

He leaned in closer, breath hot and heavy against my face.

"You think this is funny, Y/N?” He growled, voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You think it's fuckin' funny I just saw another man drooling all over what's mine?" His other hand slid down to my waist, gripping my towel-clad hip possessively.

Despite his anger, he couldn't ignore the way his body responded to the feel of my soft curves beneath his fingertips. He knew I could feel it too, the way his jeans tightened and his breathing grew heavier.

"I should fuckin' spank your ass for being such a tease, for lettin' that prick approach you like that."

He moved closer, with his grip moving down my neck, he pressed his hips against mine, letting me feel the evidence of his desire. "Maybe that's what you fuckin' want though, isn't it? To be put in your place." I let a low chuckle, challenging him and provoke him.

“Guess”.

James' eyes flashed, pupils dilating with a mix of rage and dark desire at my respond.

A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his chest as he pressed me harder against the bathroom counter, the cold marble a stark contrast to the heat radiating off his body.

"Oh, you want me to fuckin’ guess?" He snarled, one hand sliding up to grip my hair, tugging on it roughly to angle my head back, to show my neck off.

"You want to play this game, you little tease?" His other hand slid down to grab a handful of my ass, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.

"You want me to fuckin' put you in your place, show you who you belong to?"

He ground his hips against mines, making sure I could feel every hard inch of him through the denim of his jeans and the towel, the only things separating our bodies.

He leaned down, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. "Watch your fuckin' mouth, girl. Or I'll do it for you." He promised darkly, voice a low, lust-filled growl.

James suddenly flipped me around to face the steamy mirror, roughly removing my towel and exposing my bare skin to the humid air.

Without warning, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on the supple flesh of my ass, the sound of the sharp slap echoing off the tiled walls, before I could hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled, along with his pants dropping on the floor, leaving him in just his tight black boxer briefs.

The thick outline of his hard cock strained against the fabric, and he removed it immediately after. With a low, animalistic growl, James grabbed my hips. He kicked my legs apart wider, lining himself up with my entrance. And with no preamble, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside my tight, wet heat with one brutal stroke.

He set a punishing pace, hips slapping against the reddened cheeks of my ass as he fucked me hard and fast, the way he'd been craving since he saw that damn photo.

Each thrust pushed me harder against the bathroom counter, my breasts bounced with the force of his movements.

"Fuck, Y/N.”

He grunted, fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he rutted into me, kissing and biting my neck. "This is what you get for teasin' me, you little slut… for letting another man get that close to you. I want you to see yourself as I fuck you like this.”

He leaned down, teeth now sinking into the tender skin of my shoulder, marking me, claiming me. "You're fuckin' mine, Y/N. Say it." He orders breathless against my ear “I’m yours James”, I say moaning desperately, keeping my hands on the foggy mirror, letting them slide down at each thrust.

He could feel my walls fluttering around him, feel the way my body responded to his possession, to the way he was claiming me so thoroughly. It spurred him on, made him fuck me harder, faster, chasing the release he so desperately needed.

He gripped my hip strongly with his left hand, while the other gripped my hair back, before letting two fingers slide into my mouth, back and forth down my throat, feeling my warm drool cover them.

His balls tightened, he approached the edge. He leaned forward, teeth sinking into the junction of my neck and shoulder, marking me as his property.

”Fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna fuckin'...!" He couldn't finish his plead that his orgasm crashed over him like a tsunami wave. He buried himself to the hilt inside of me, cock pulsing and jerking as he emptied himself into me, painting my insides with his warm seed, making me finish right after at that sensation, making my gummy walls tighten around his throbbing and sensitive cock.

James stood behind me, his chest grew as he caught his breath in the aftermath of his intense release. He kept my body pinned against the bathroom counter, his softening cock still buried deep inside me, and his arms wrapped around my body.

After a long moment, he leaned down, breath hot and heavy against my ear, staring at me through my exhausted reflection.

"Don't think this means I'm still not fuckin' pissed at you."

He muttered, voice low and gruff. "You're mine, Babe. You know that’s right.” He nipped at my earlobe, tugging on it with his teeth.

"But you gotta stop being such a goddamn tease all the time. It ain't fuckin' fair to either of us." He pulled back slightly still staring at my reflection in the mirror, blue eyes intense and serious. "I can't stand the thought of another man wanting to take you like I just did. You understand me?" I nod at his words, before he grabbed my face, leaving a soft but passionate kiss on my pink lips.

He slowly slides out of me, watching his cum drip out of me and smirking proudly, before looking at me.

“Now get ready, baby, I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.” With a smile he winked at me before leaving the bathroom, and closing the door behind him.

-mel

[honeyroots]

beau arlen x younger gf in her 20s who happens to be troublemaker who he bails out every once in a while

and the age gapppppp daddy beau

need him to lecture me on how crimes ain't good while fucking me slow

WARNINGS: MDNI. 18+ / p in v / fem!reader / shower sex / implied age gap / reader is slightly troubled / praise LOVE NOTE: ty ty anon

“M’not mad,” Beau shook his head, opening the door to the airstream. His place was neat, tidy, just like it had been when you left last night. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you really weren’t sure what to say to him. A couple times your mouth had opened and closed, the idea of how to apologize dancing on the tip of your tongue, but it wasn’t the first time he had to bail you out of some sort of trouble you managed to wrap yourself in which made the encounter even more shameful. “Just disappointed.”

He placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the shower. Turning the dial for hot water, Beau let out a few huffs in what seemed to be frustration as he peeled the clothes off your body. With makeup smeared down your cheeks, and your clothes covered in what could have been vodka or tequila, he just wanted to get you both in the shower to wash away the mistakes you made last night.

Your eyes wandered as Beau stripped his own clothes off— first his shirt, then his belt… The sight of him was mouth watering, and it felt like if you didn’t have skin-to-skin contact with him soon, you might actually combust. Hands laced together, he guided you into the shower, slowly shoving you under the water to rinse the blackened makeup from under your eyes. “There she is,” Beau commented, using his thumb to wipe the eyeliner stains from your face. “When I picked you up, you looked like a mess.”

“Sorry,” you whined, leaning forward to press your head against his chest. Gently, with the tenderness only someone like Beau Arlen had, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. “I know I messed up big time. Let me make it up to you?”

Beau furrowed his brows, causing a small indentation in his forehead. It felt a little… morally corrupt that you were trying to make it up to him through sex, but sometimes he felt like the only way to get through to you was to gently rock into you, whispering sweet praises into your ear. With ease, he lifted you up, pressing your back against the shower as he lined the tip of his cock with your slit. Pushing into you, he held back the groans that accumulated in his throat, instead offering, “What you did was wrong, darlin.”

Your breaths came out uneven, sucking in gasps as he bottomed out. Gripping the muscles of his shoulder, you mumbled small apologies, ‘sorry’ falling from your lips over and over again. Maintaining eye contact with him was hard when you knew he was disappointed, and the worst part of it all is that you knew he wasn’t doing this to make himself feel good. He was doing this for you. 

“Why are you always gettin’ into some sort of trouble?” Beau steadied himself, hitching you up further as he slowly pushed into you. Somehow, sex in the shower— the space so confined— was even more intimate than sex in bed. “You need a little attention?”

Deep shame swirled in your stomach, feeling called out by his words. There was some truth to it; being in trouble got you attention, especially from Beau. With your lips pressed to his shoulder, avoiding eye contact as he thrusted in and out at a leisurely pace, you could only nod your head in response.

“Next time you want a little attention, just tell me, baby. Don’t have to put on a show like this. You’re doing so well for me.” Beau said softly, treading the waters with you lightly. It was hard to miss the way you tensed up as he offered soft praise, the way your walls contracted around him, your orgasm on its brink. He didn’t want to push you too far, not when you were so susceptible to shutting down on him, but he truly thought that maybe he was the first person to actually care for you— maybe that’s why you didn’t receive it so well. And Beau was more than happy to chip away at you. “I know you can be a good girl.”

And that is what sent you over the edge, walls clenching around him as you finished.

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Not that I begrudge anyone talking shit on non-voters, it's just not the primary thing on my mind at the moment.

Like we can go back and forth on the failures of the democrats or the failures of people not voting for them all day but the fact of the matter is a majority of voters voted for Donald Trump to be president again, and that's sort of where my mind is at right now, moreso than even thinking about Trump being president.

[darkdragon768]

[justarandomhelluvablog]

having thoughts about how Husk actually has very little left to redeem bc he started his journey of self-change before even coming to work at the hotel, but at the same time redemption isn't even his goal- he ain't even aiming for heaven, he just wanted to be a better person and maybe now with friends and especially Angel, who he supports so much and wants to see succeed, maybe now he has a reason to be a better person

[anthromimicry]

okay, so i believe it's time to talk about what kind of powers misao possesses. let me start off by saying that she is by no means invincible and/or invulnerable: so, she can be defeated in combat, of course. i just wanted to affirm that with y'all because she does have an enhanced healing factor. but unlike a regenerative healing factor, which heals a lot of things pretty much automatically, it does still take a good amount of time for her to heal. i'd say it's just a bit faster than a human's ability to heal, and so she can not do things like regrow limbs / reattach her head.

BUT to counteract her lack of a more proficient healing ability... misao and all jorōgumo can produce very sharp, silk-like threads and manipulate them to their liking to attack other's + create constructs out of these silk threads that can be used as weapons. and thus, one could argue that she has a certain 'advantage' over humans since this is a long-range attack, which would mean only they would have to get closer to her in combat if they didn't have any long-range weapons themselves. being a spider in actuality, misao can also make webbing that comes from within her. also, because of her true nature as a spider, misao can control diminutive spiders or just regularly sized spiders at will.

another, and her last ability, is that she has venom available at her disposal much like a real spider that targets the central nervous system / is a potent neurotoxin ( in which she would transfer directly into someone through a bite ) buttt the thing is is that she will often not use this method of killing, and/or seriously harming someone because of how long it takes for her body to regenerate the venom. thus, most of the time, misao will only use it if she is in a very dire situation where she has to defend herself or someone she cares about.

and as a result, those who are in combat with her don't really have to worry about her using this ability unless she's genuinely on death's door or something of that nature. so yeah; i hoped this gave you all a little more insight as to what exactly she can do with her powers as a jorōgumo.

[linc-karo-27]

The more I hear about that set the more I assume it was a melting pot of stress and tempers and arguments. And ngl it doesn't surprise me. This is what I was wondering.

Do I condone what I feel th**trebo*rd thread suggested (without evidence of any kind not even mild context which is needed when this is not a common view of someone even from DM) of someone being nasty and short with crew?

No

Not at all - that isn't adult behaviour. You're better than this. This is not acceptable at all. Especially from someone who's usually "drama free".

Do I genuinely wonder if this was caused by set and/or was a result of winding up?

Yes.

Yes I do. If I spent 12-16 hours a day in what seemed to be a melting pot of mess and stuff and wound up enough someone did something trivial, I'd snap at them.

But until evidence is coming out of what happened (bar the one line of "X is equally as a diva as Y") I'm saying from the context it was a one off/happened now and then from the person not always being there. aka. it kicked off a lot but wasn't constant and it was just a coincidence it was a lot while there were there.

But yeah. The amount of mess so far that press tour is gonna be bribe central.

edit: I THINK *THAT* ATTITUDE ARTICLE IN 2018 (MAYBE 2019) WAS THE ANSWER - WATCH IT BE HIS WEIRD "RITUALS" BECAUSE HE WAS JUST VERY STRESSED THERE BECAUSE IT WAS A PRESSURE COOKER.

[primofate]

Drop the towel wrapped around you and appear naked in front of your Genshin husband

In a nutshell: That old tiktok challenge/prank. In your private, shared home of course.

Warnings: My perpetual warning as a writing mother is that I am sleep deprived. Very VERY sleep deprived. SUGGESTIVE: BORDERING ON NOT SAFE FOR WORK, written on a 10 minute timer please be gentle

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, implied fem!reader

Personal Favourites: Tighnari

Aether

chokes on nothing

"Y-Y-Y/N?! What're you doing?"

Comes up to you and tries to cover you up with the towel again, as if it was a sin to look at you naked in broad daylight.

Full on blush on his face and respectfully tries to look away.

"Don't surprise me like that!"

Seems not to like it but actually likes it too much to the point of getting embarrassed for himself.

Yes he's your husband but is still a precious respectful man

Albedo

Blinks a couple of times but appreciates your beauty and gives your body a slow once over. Chuckles in amusement afterwards.

"Is there a reason for this?"

Just to get his reaction, you admit.

"Well..." starts walking towards you. "I do have higher self-control than most others... but let it be known that I'm far from immune to my..."

Stops in front of you and yet again seems to eat you up with his eyes. "...needs," ends with a suspiciously sweet smile.

Alhaitham

Can't help but be a bit surprised and you can see it by the way his eyebrows go up as soon as the towel hits the floor.

Opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, as if hesitating, which is really strange for someone like him.

"...Is this the part where I sweep you off your feet and carry you to our room?" there's a bit of amusement in his tone. Stands to walk over to you.

Places a hand on your waist.

"Cause I can guarantee you that we DON'T need to be in our bedroom for things to happen...but you knew that already, right?"

Ayato

Quirks his eyebrows up, amused smile appearing on his face.

"I must say, this is a lovely surprise,"

Traces your figure with his eyes. Then approaches you to hold your waist and dip in to kiss your neck softly.

"How could I ever resist, my love, when you're standing in front of me in all your magnificence?"

Takes the longest time just admiring and basking in your beauty, tracing every little part of your skin.

Baizhu

Lets pretend the snake ain't here okay?

Does a double take.

"Y/N, first off, you'll get a cold,"

Pushes his spectacles up and gives you a once over.

"Second, you'll give me a heart attack,"

Beckons you over gently with his hand. "Come over, I suppose it's been a while since...I've done a full body check,"

Hides a grin.

Cyno

Blankly looks at you and is still processing what is happening

"Y/N? Is this... Did I do something?"

Is so suspicious that this was some kind of trap.

You tell him its simply to get a reaction out of him.

Immediately shoots out of his seat and catches your wrist.

"Then...Is it my turn to get one out of you? There's several ways to do that...and I know your favourite ones,"

Diluc

Eyes follow the towel down to the floor and head snaps back up to blink at the sight in front of him. Recovers quickly.

Chuckles as he stands and walks over. Picks up the towel and drapes it around your shoulders. "Only because it's quite chilly tonight,"

but still ends up inching the towel off your shoulder, tracing your collarbone. "Although, as your husband, I suppose it IS my job to keep you warm... So how would you like it today, love?"

Itto

"WHOA!" by instinct covers his eyes with his hands but his fingers are actually splayed apart so he can totally see through the gaps

Feels himself getting aroused

I mean the guy gets turned on even just at the sight of your neck

Suddenly stands and walks over to you, easily hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and makes a beeline to your shared room.

"You're asking for it Y/N!"

Kaeya

"Oho?"

Sits back and relaxes, he doesn't really know what he was expecting. Some type of show maybe. "What's this? Finally giving me that lap dance you owe me, snowflake?"

Laughs but you're incredibly flustered at the suggestion.

Beckons you over and grabs you by the waist to sit on his lap.

"Feel that?" he whispers in your ear.

Oh you feel it alright, pressing at your upper thigh.

"Now whose fault is that? You'll have to do something about it now, love,"

Kaveh

"Archons!"

Looks away with a blush on his cheeks.

"Put something on!"

Yes he's seen you naked before, you're married, but the guy's always flustered in unexpected events.

You provoke him further by coming over, sitting sideways on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Y/N!" He looks down at you and can't help but look at your nakedness in full and close view.

Gulps but starts to feel his body heat up, his hands suddenly, assertively planting themselves on your waist as he meets your eyes. "I don't care what you say about yourself, but know that you're the only one who takes me from 0 to a 100 in a second,"

Kazuha

"Y/N?" Chuckles nervously and takes in the sight of your body.

Smiles at you and takes your hand to kiss the back of it.

"I've seen you countless of times... Each time, I'm reminded by how fortunate I am that you chose me to take care of you,"

Caresses your cheek all the way down to your jawline. "You're beautiful, Y/N,"

He has the most tender and gentle look on his face, but its mixed with a passion that you've never seen on anyone before. "Let me show you how much I love you, dear,"

Neuvillette

Eyebrows twitches upwards in surprise. Has no clue what to do in this new situation.

He doesn't say anything but is most definitely enjoying the view of your body. You see his jaw tense up, as if he's clenching his teeth.

"Ahem," he starts. Then seems to have the most trouble prying his eyes away to meet your gaze. "Is this...perhaps another way to tell me... that you would like some attention?"

You say not really and just wanted to see how he would react.

"Ah," he lets out, as if understanding and as if the conversation has ended.

A moment of silence passes and you're starting to wonder if that was all he was going to do. But he then stands and places a gentle hand on your bare waist. "...So you're simply doing it, as people would say, 'for fun'?"

He asks, and you say yes innocently. He smiles a bit and has another hand cupping your face and thumbing your lips. "I see," breathes out slowly.

"Unfortunately, for your actions, the Iudex feels that a punishment is in order,"

Scaramouche

Raises one eyebrow as if he's bored. Then smirks.

"If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask," pulls you by the waist and makes you straddle him "But this is good too,"

Hands actually start to grope you up and down. Will fondle and squeeze in private places immediately.

"What? Startin' to feel good? S'what you get when you play games with me,"

will smack your butt the first chance he gets

Tartaglia

Immediately jumps up and in an automatic daze, eyes glued to his favourite parts, trudges towards you and attempts to bury himself in softness.

You quickly stop him and in turn HE quickly stops you. Hands easily bunching your wrists up together and angling them upwards above your head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he grins down at you. "Someone's being naughty,"

You complain that he reacts too fast.

Laughs, but his hand starts to unbuckle his pants and there's a dark look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm just being naughty back. When you want something, Y/N, believe it when I say I'll GIVE it to you,"

Tighnari

ear twitches. Tail swishes back and forth. Does not show any expression except slight curiosity.

"What's the occasion?"

You tell him that you just wanted to see his reaction.

He hums and nods slowly, like processing some type of complicated information.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute,"

You ask him where he's going and you're a bit upset at the lack of response from him.

He chuckles and returns to you, tail angling upwards in an attempt to wrap and brush against your waist. Takes your hand, presses your wrist against his lips and seems to take a slow breath in.

"I'm merely clearing off my schedule for today. Now, be patient, I'll be back,"

Wriothesley

Almost spits out his drink but gulps it all down instead.

Eyes widen a fraction at the sudden act but his hand is already loosening his tie.

"Wait right there precious," chuckles while he says this, tie already falling to the ground, now unbuttoning his vest. At the same time walks over to you urgently as if you're going to disappear but laughs nervously while he's at it.

"I swear you'll be the death of me,"

Looks like he's going to pounce on you but when he reaches you he only gives you a chaste kiss, as if asking for permission first.

You suddenly remind him that he has a LOT of things to do today, appointments and all.

Actually barks out a quick laugh. "You're not really expecting me to walk out now? As far as I'm concerned," pulls you flush against him and kisses your jaw "The only thing I need to do today is you,"

Xiao

"Wh-Wh-What do you think you're doing?!"

caught unprepared. Crosses his arms and looks away. Pretends he's uninterested but his eyes still dart back to look at you.

You ask him if he likes what he sees.

He now completely looks away from you. A few seconds pass and when he turns his head back to look at you there's now a carnal look in his eyes.

He walks towards you slowly and captures your chin to tilt it up. Looks down at you as if he hasn't eaten a meal in days.

"...When I'm done with you tonight you'll get your answer,"

Zhongli

Chuckles. Amused.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, dear?"

You shrug and even do a turn for him. He watches you carefully and takes in the image in front of him.

Smiles and strides over towards you. "Truly a magnificent sight," brushes his fingers against your neck

His eyes trail downwards and isn't shy about looking at your body. "Might I remind you my dear, my stamina surpasses that of a normal human," he smiles at you sincerely.

You tell him that you're well aware. He just chuckles again.

"Then you know well what'll come next,"

End

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[cowgiri]

𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘!𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 is a gentleman who holds doors open and treats his little lady like a queen. he's old-fashioned in the best ways, always thinking about your feelings and making sure to take care of you in whatever ways you need. but the moment you close the bedroom door, he's anything but a gentlemen. he knows how to take control when you need to be manhandled, how to put you in your place with nothing but a short tsk and a sharp smack to your ass. his fingers know exactly which buttons to push, which places to stroke and tickle and tease, where you like it rough or gentle. and once he has you going, he doesn't stop until you're a whining wreck under his touch, clutching your thighs together to keep the pleasure from spilling out.

𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘!𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 whos hands are calloused from years of roping cattle and working the ranch, but when it comes to you, they’re surprisingly gentle. the callouses and rough skin of his hands make for a delicious texture when he's pounding you with his fingers or rubbing your clit. he knows exactly how to use those strong fingers to tease and please, whether he’s tracing your skin or gripping your hips with just the right amount of pressure. he knows how to make you moan and beg with a touch, knows how to drive you higher and higher until you come undone. 

𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘!𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 wears a pair of tight blue jeans that compliments his tanned skin and well-muscled thighs. he moves slow and easy, like a man who has all the time in the world and isn't afraid to take it. his belt buckle is heavy and brass and shaped like a horseshoe, something he won in a rodeo years ago. but it ain't as heavy as his cock. it's thick and long and perfectly curved, with a delicious vein running down the middle that you like to run your tongue along. he doesn’t last very long if you take him in your hand and start stroking. he says it’s because your soft and warm hands make him crazy. and when he comes, he does it all over your tits, shooting thick ropes of white across your chest. he smears it into your skin with his rough hands, telling you how sexy you look covered in his cum and begging you to let him fuck you. and god, it’s hard to say no to that.

𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘!𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 says sweet, dirty things to you in bed, telling you exactly what he's going to do to your tight little pussy, telling you what he wants to see when you're riding him. he tells you about the way he likes to fuck, slow and easy or hard and rough, and he tells you what he'd do if he had you out on the ranch, how he'd push you up against a tree and take you for all the other cowhands to see. he talks about your body and what it can do for him, how good it feels when you ride his cock. he whispers words of affection and appreciation in your ear, his lips pressed to your skin as he pants and breathes through his own orgasm. and he says all of it in his smooth, slow southern accent, the one that makes you tingle from head to toe. 

some fluffy cowboy!caleb

[dmitriene]

Bear price part 3 with how he acts with his pregnant wife and then later the cubs? Please 🙏 I actually love your stufff so much 🦅

cw: hybrids, pregnancy, motherhood, giving birth, nothing here is really accurate.

despite the fact that there is no greater joy for john price than knowing that you are pregnant with his cubs, he knows very little about what it is like to carry a child, and even more so he does not know much about the process of childbirth, all his actions are only instinctive, driven by the churning pull of a gnawing need to protect you and make your every will come out real, should you ask for anything at all.

a devoted mate, he is always concerned about your comfort, especially now, knowing how sensitive and vulnerable you are during this period, when all your energy is spent on growing the one who is in your belly, making the child healthy, stronger, so you have to rest more often, take care of your well being and eat as much as possible, which john takes upon himself, walking restlessly around the house every day, from dawn to dusk, assisting you at any given moment.

the bear inside of him, innate, animalistic habit, teases his senses with a growl of a need to keep you hidden, tangled in his arms for till the birthing comes, trapped, having to go through your pregnancy in this same cabin you live in together, in this same furs you sleep beneath every night, in john's pawing, possessive hold, but the nature can be unforgiving, the pregnancy a process he has no say in, and he won't risk your health, no matter how hard the animal in him claws.

john makes sure to find you a gynecologist, the one that would visit you, without needing for you to step outside, let other predators sniff out a pretty thing with her baby bump for anyone to try and court, even though you're long mated, thus, he makes sure that the person that steps through the doorway of your house is a woman, and one that not even close to being a hybrid, to make sure that your pregnancy proceeds smoothly and without possible health problems, once every few weeks.

what bothers you both, is that your baby bump is really, really huge and heavy, you sway around the cabin with breathy grunts and little steps, in which, john has to assist you later, large, calloused warm palms cupping underneath your tummy and lifting, thumbs stroking over the stretched skin and dark line that runs through and down your belly button, easing the tension and the strain you feel all over your body, slumping back against the full, brawny expanse of his chest, sighing in immediate relief, while your husband wonders just how many there are.

the other issue, is how horny you are, and john as well, but your tummy ain't giving much choices on how to treat this problem, so while he can pleasure you, his jaw open wide to drink the slick from between your quivering, parted thighs, suffocatingly plush around his head as you squeeze, too sensitive to the sensation of his curling, thrusting tongue and rasping beard, hiccuping and moaning each time his swollen, glistening lips close around your twitching clit, all while he's bought to hump his hips into the air.

the birth day comes with your hand clawing at john's with a force that leaves bleeding scratches at his hair dappled skin, and yet, he stays close, holds your curling fingers in his own, kissing over your sharp knuckles, whispering sweet, soothing reassurances while you gasp and push to get command of doctor's voice, sobbing in pain and exhaustion, skin all clammy with sweat, and even the loose nightie you wear feels too much on your overstimulated, itching body, but you make your best to keep pushing, legs feeling numb.

when the fog of pain clears, there's a light weight at either side of your armpits, cradled by the intuitive curl of your arms, two babies, a sweet girl and a boy, looking so similar, bodies swaddled and tiny as they sleep against you, john is here, talking with the doctor, glancing over when you manage some quiet, weak murmur, and he reaches out to smooth over your disheveled, damp hair, leaning down with a lingering kiss against your still warm forehead, before whispering at you to sleep, tone low and rumbling, your eyelids growing heavy, knowing that he has everything under control.

your body does needs time to recover, and so, john fusses over you, making sure you sleep and eat enough, feed babies from time to time and hold them close when you feel rested enough, all the rest is on his shoulders, to watch over your little boy and girl, make sure there's no any issues, he rocks them in his massive hands and hums some silly, old melody he knows, baby blues watching how they babble up at him and twist their little fingers in the hairs on his chest or beard.

talking with them while he goes around the house on chores, making sure they play with some sensory toys, and not only his round, beary ears and furred features, john takes on all the responsibilities of raising children until your body is recovered enough, and when you finally join him, parenting swallows the two of you into a flurry of endless worries, practically missing the moment of growth of your adorable cubs, already walking around the house with tapping feet's and shrieking giggles, running from their dad's catching hands as you watch them wide grinning from the couch.

john learns quick how being a dad feels and what requires, and he's never been happier, every early morning starting with your supple body tucked against his side, and your babies peeking politely through the door before rushing in and jumping on the bed to greet you in another day with too much enthusiasm, as he ushers them to go and brush their teeth, stealing a moment to feel you a little bit more, squeeze greedily at your curves and peck your pouty lips, before he'd need to raise up and cook a big breakfast.

and if he get's too pussy drunk in recent months, it's not because of how much he missed feeling the pulsing tightness of your gummy cunt around his engorged, dripping cock, but because he's forever grateful for the gift you gave him in the face of your precious babies, and the primal need to be surrounded by more of them, if he's succeeded to be a father, then he can build a big, big family as well, and you can't object, not with the way your hips roll to meet the rutting of his girth, not with john's enraptured gaze on you, so more it is, then.

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[zoekrystall]

Hello hello excuse me why the absolute fuck can you not mute words on bluesky I am going to combust that is such a basic thing?? What the fuck?? I might not use it until they implement that bc what is this. I just tried to mute bc I glanced at my timeline and read bg3 and remembered oh. Right. The thing that makes me avoid all streams rn. (good game, specific character brings bad thoughts up, don't ask, twt is already agony since but not anyone's fault the mute function there sucks). Also like me and a lot of other people got more standard bad stuff they don't wanna see and don't want to start muting whole accs we follow??? There is a free extension I need to figure out how to get on mobile (shouldn't be too hard for me) but I shouldn't need to do that for such a basic and no brainer function. Idc if it comes later stuff like that should be there from day 1. Like even if no-one would post abt the most standard triggering topics literally everything can be a potential trigger for someone even the most harmless stuff.

[alwaysshallow]

boys trying to survive nnn with their partner (141 + los vaqueros + könig x f!reader)

a/n: if it wasn't for @blissful-bunny, there wouldn't be nnn. LMAOOO i hope y'all will enjoy, it's my first time doing something like this... and i think i don't hate it as i did before!

mdni, as always. nsfw below + keegan's version here

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Being around Ghost durning this time is funny, to say the least. You know about this bet from Gaz, when you invited the whole Task Force 141 for dinner. There wasn't much of a reaction from you, just a nod and a hum that's interesting to hear that. Nothing more, until your boyfriend's friends went home, and you stayed with him, washing dishes.

"You think you're gonna last?" you ask, and you pretty much can't stop yourself from laughing when he gives you a side eye.

"'s just a month." he grumbles, and you know, you somehow irritated him. Or, the bet did, you're not really sure. "Been through worse."

Theoretically, it is true. He's military, he has seen things that you won't ever see, something so stupid like this challenge shouldn't be something hard to do.

Practically? Practically, he takes every fucking chance to get closer to you. You're making breakfast, showering, washing the dishes? He's gonna be right behind you. It's not surprising at first, he liked to be near you always, but it has a malicious intent to it, when he drags his clothed cock up and down your ass, grunting right into your ear. He gets you worked up, and you're pretty sure he's gonna lose, but he stops right before he cums.

You can't really decide if it's funny or sad to see him like this. It's his pained expression that he gives when he bites on his lower lip, grumbling something about watching you touching yourself, so it will be better. You can't really say no to a man starved, so you put out a show for him, thinking how so much better his fingers would be in your pussy.

If it would depend on you, you'd kneel and relieve him, but what can you do, when he has this ridiculous challenge of his?

He breaks after two days, when he sees you in your shared gym, exercising. It's unexpected, when he puts down dumbbells you were working with, doing squats; you want to ask what's wrong, but when he lifts you up, your back hitting the wall, you just know. You even forgive him when he doesn't prep you enough, and he just thrusts into you without much thinking of it, his balls heavy.

You know you won't leave this gym for a long time.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"You're participating in what?"

To say it was weird, was one thing. To say that Kyle does it, was even weirder, especially that he was straight from two months of deployment. Needy. You knew it, as you were with him almost three years by now, he had always spent hours in bed with you because he missed you like a madman. These two months were pretty much the longest you've been separated with him, so, you can imagine your surprise, when you learned about the challenge, when you two were cleaning your apartment. He was touching you every now and then, giving you little kisses, and now he was talking about something like this.

"I'm—"

"—No, I heard you" you chuckled, shaking your head. "I'm like… trying to understand who convinced you to do so."

"Bet with Soap. Lad thinks 'm not gonna last with you." he murmurs, and you just know that this motherfucker made this as a personal challenge. So, you just nod your head, to Kyle's surprise on his pretty face. "That's… all you're gonna say?"

"What else I'm supposed to say?" you raise your eyebrow, amused. "That I feel sorry for you, this will do?"

"That ain't funny."

"It is, kind of funny." you grin, as you kiss his forehead, at which he closes his eyes, so you repeat kissing his forehead a few times. "I'm gonna support you in this, yeah? So it's gonna be easier."

It wasn't easier. You could see that he glances at you every now and then, when you are doing domestic things around the house, giving him little, encouraging smiles. Little do you know that Kyle's bulge is growing larger and larger every time he looks at you.

Gaz is pretty calm, at least until he sees you in his t-shirt (that is way too big for you) and just panties underneath, sitting right beside him with a bowl of popcorn. You two planned to watch a movie, but your boyfriend quickly brushes it off, as his hand wanders under the hem of your panties.

"Kyle, you—"

"I know." he almost growls, as he puts you on his lap.

The moment he feels your wetness, he's a gone man; he makes you ride him, and the challenge is just a fading memory, when his lips attack yours.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap is absolutely offended when everyone in Task Force 141 tells him he's gonna lose the challenge. He can't shut up about it for an hour straight, as he lays with his head on your lap, telling you something about celibacy and being true lover, not some "horny arse like the others". You listen to it with a small, amused smile on your lips because as much as you love your boyfriend, everyone is right about it.

He's not gonna last, and he knows it personally too, but you say nothing about it. You just listen to Johnny's ramblings, until his eyes are on you, observing your reaction so casually.

"What do ya think? 'm gonna beat it? Be the best?" he tilts his head like a puppy, squinting his eyes. It's an icy ground you're standing on right now.

"I think… it's gonna be hard." you answer; slowly, reluctantly. It's not something that he wants to hear though, as he groans, shaking his head with displeasure. "What? You asked!"

"I ken it's gonna be hard. 'm askin', if 'm gonna beat it" he emphasizes his last words, and you can feel he barely holds himself from rolling his eyes.

"…well, baby, as much as I have faith in you in other things…"

It's not a good answer for him, nor for a challenge, considering that you end up getting fucked by him – it's some kind of punishment, he tells you, when he folds you in half. He tells you that he also didn't lose the challenge, technically, as you had sex November 1st , at 3 a.m. You nod, hesitantly, so you could go to sleep without causing him to ramble about it again; you are exhausted.

It takes him three days of fucking you in various places to finally come into the conclusion that the challenge isn't for him. Three days of promising and hearing him whining that it's gonna be 'st the tip, baby, to feel you good.

"Good that you've figured that out." you say with a small smile, in restaurant's bathroom, his forehead against yours, as his cock is still buried deep inside you.

"Lasted longer than lads. Sure of that."

John Price

You want to think of your husband highly, when you hear of this stupid thingy. The authority, someone that leads the Task Force 141, setting the example for his younger proteges with his willpower. Someone who actually cares about engaging in challenges, even if they're stupid, even if he shouldn't even look at something like this.

Yet, you know John, you're married to him, for God's sake – and you know his sex drive. When this man is home, nothing and no one stops him from getting what he wants, and that's on you. In your mind, there's a core memory of him saying that he absolutely loves your pussy, multiple times.

So it's not a surprise that he doesn't participate in this challenge. It's not a surprise when he babbles about having kids with you while he fucks you wherever he can; kitchen counter, under the shower, your couch. His obsession over kids grew over this month more than ever, and you were happy to meet his expectations in a middle, since you thought of having a little angel in your small family for a longer time now. Having a dog wasn't enough.

A surprise comes when he proudly admits that he won in the end of the month. Boys are pretty much shocked by this, considering that their Captain didn't even look frustrated once, and he was in better mood than usual. Yet, they don't have a place to complain, so they accept the defeat with a frown on their faces, and a quick comment from Soap that he for sure cheated.

"You didn't win, honey." you laugh to him, sitting at his lap, when he's in his office, alone.

Price arches his eyebrow in amusement. "I did."

"That's not really—"

"Listen, we were tryin' for babies, weren't we? It wasn't egoistical fuckin'." he explains, completely serious.

It takes all in you not to either gasp or laugh again. "So, if it would be without the intention of making babies, you'd lose?"

He gives you a quick nod. "Exactly, missus. Exactly."

Alejandro Vargas

It's easy to last a few days for Alejandro. Maybe even a week, or a bit more. With his kind of work, being a Colonel, you often didn't see him for days, or even weeks if it was a bad time. Right now, with working over destroying a Mexican cartel, being home was rare for him. Was it saddening? Of course, but you knew what you were doing when you married him, you've talked with him about it for days, maybe weeks, even.

So, maybe that's why he didn't really think much of a challenge when he agreed to it, one of the nights he was drinking with Los Vaqueros. Just for fun, just to make a fun memory in this mess they were in. Days were passing in the blink of an eye with the same routine; a few hours of sleep if he's lucky, patrol, documents, action and repeat. Nothing too fancy, nothing too new for a man of war like he is, he got used to it all.

Harder was the moment he came home to you, where you were waiting for him with your open arms, all needy for his presence, for his touch, but somehow, somehow he managed, giving you the best orgasm of your life with his mouth only, even if he was in need too.

"Cariño?" he calls you, confused, when he doesn't see you in bed in the next morning. In his sweatpants only, he goes to the kitchen, following the sound of pan that sizzles lazily in the background.

"Makin' breakfast, Ale!" you reply, looking behind your shoulder with the biggest smile that slowly falters the moment you see his eyes darkening in the span of seconds. "What's with the face?"

He approaches you slowly, caging you between his arms. "Just… appreciating" he says, as he starts kissing your neck "my little wife. Who's been really patient with me, gone for so many days. And now, you're making me breakfast—" he groans, shaking his head. You can feel his growing bulge, as you grind your ass against it.

It's obvious that Colonel lost the challenge, after he arrives to his work with his wife, his arm possessively around her. Why? Maybe it's your neck covered in hickeys, your trembling legs, or his arms visibly scratched, but no one says anything about it in the base.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

You have a kind of forbidden romance with him; you're the one of Los Vaqueros, and the romance is absolutely prohibited here, to prevent the collapse of the squad. Not to mention that he's a right hand man of Alejandro, so he has to follows the rules directly. Maybe even more than anyone here, to be honest; setting an example that he's not a exception to the rule.

It doesn't help that you're so kind. That you nod every time you see him as a silent greeting, and then you rush to do whatever you have to do today. It doesn't help him that you're helping everyone around you with a smile that could light up the whole town, and he smiles every time he sees it, too.

Everyone pictures that Rudy would win the challenge easily, since in their heads, his head wasn't occupied with anyone, and he could easily withold himself with his desires.

And maybe he would. Maybe he would, if you weren't the one guarding the base with him, if you weren't the one who was smiling at him with those plump lips of yours.

"If you'd only know how much I thought about… hah—" his breaths are ragged, as the pace of his hips gets quicker. His lips finds yours, as he kisses you with such hunger, you know without a doubt that he means what he says. It automatically makes you smile.

"It's fate that binds us, then" you say, your fingernails clutching at his arms; you're sure that you're the creator of bloody crescents here, but you can't care less about it. Not when the man of your dreams is fucking you.

He smiles at your words.

Rudy never been a good liar, and you painfully learn it, when Alejandro asks him why he's so happy; as you stand nearby, you hear the whole conversation. It's cute in some way, the way he's a blabbering mess, without any sense of it.

It takes Colonel's one look at you, and he knows.

You never walked faster to your work, neither did Rudy.

Konig

If you think he's gonna even try playing at this, you're in deep denial. Maybe if he'd be alone he could try of a genuine curiosity, but not when he has you. Such a pretty, obedient girlfriend, that he has wrapped around his finger, and a girlfriend that is pretty much at his service every time he wants.

He's a man to laugh about that challenge with his squad, telling them that they're filthy, and he would last the whole month, maybe even longer, if it weren't for you. Because he's such a caring boyfriend, he listens to your needs, even if you're whiny.

At least, that's the story that his squad knows.

He tells you about this while he folds you in half, that he needs to act a little grumpy around his squad, to put a facade that he's hungry because it's the right thing to do. When you suggest that he could even try, he barks a low laugh, while he pumps his cock before thrusting into you.

"Schatz, as if. Not gonna play the kids game." it's all he says, kissing you with affection on your swollen lips. "I do not intend on torturing you like this. You wouldn't survive a day without my dick."

There's some truth to it — but you're truly wondering if that's you who wouldn't survive without his dick, or he, that wouldn't survive without your pussy and sex, considering he is even more of a maniac than you are.

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