#worship the ginger babies

[osamucide]

Chuuya nsfw alphabet please

nsfw alphabet - chuuya nakahara . . . .ᐟ

NSFW CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

wc: 2.2k

cw: gn!reader - no explicit anatomy mentioned, dom!chuuya, experienced!chuuya, nicknames (baby, doll, sweetheart), marking, unprotected sex, graphic descriptions of cum, cum swallowing, mentions of public/semi-public sex, mirror sex, praise, nipple play, finger sucking, teasing, dirty talk, references to overstim and light bondage

reid: your mind anon. this was so embarrassingly easy to write. for all intents and purposes osamu dazai is my pookie my snookums my dearest my darling my one true love but damn i do kind of want his boyfriend too. enjoy

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

a is for attentive, actually

chuuya’s a gentleman. it’s whatever you want. the whole nine yards.

you want cuddles? conversation? a massage? a shower? a towel? music? tv? your hair braided or played with? wipes? water? wine? a cigarette? silence? sleep? the first thing he says after he lets you ride out your final orgasm is always “what can i do for you, baby?”

if his busy schedule allows, he prefers most to settle in and be in silence with you, soak in your presence, and just breathe you in until you both fall asleep

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

probably his neck or his hips and waist, since those are where and how you pull him further into you; mark him up in these spots, please <3

he loves those parts of himself also because you can lock your thighs/calves/ankles around him so easily and wonderfully

that being said, chuuya worships your thighs. always grabbing them, squeezing them, clawing them, smacking them, kneading them, gripping them, kissing them, biting them. i am a thigh man chuuya truther

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

pretty and almost translucent spurts

lives and breathes to pump you full <3

please let him cum down your throat

will have you stick your tongue out to make sure you swallowed all of him (watching you do this will get him hard again instantly)

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

wants to fuck you in a meeting so badly

preferably one he’s heading

doesn’t want to bring it up for fear of making you uncomfortable, even if you’re okay with public sex - he doesn’t know how you’d feel about him taking you in front of people you vaguely know

but the thought of sitting you on his cock and making you try to stay quiet and still in a room full of his subordinates? unnnghhhhhsnnn

he cannot let himself think about it or he’s bricked immediately

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i think he’s got a good bit of experience! definitely not trying to push my manwhore chuuya agenda

doesn’t really know how many people he’s fucked, doesn’t really think it’s relevant information. what’s important is that he knows what to do with it

he’s the type to have a one night stand from months ago still trying to get his number. that’s how good he fucks

even if it’s casual or even if it’s rough, he has a way of making sex feel so comfortable and passionate

literally husband dick

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

anything that optimizes how deep he can go <3 doggy, mating press, hot seat . . .

9/10 times there is a pillow beneath your hips

specifics aside, he just really loves having your legs over his shoulders

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he is not goofy.

at least, not in a deliberate, ironic way. if you’re laughing in bed, it’s a breathless giggle because everything he does is so charming or dreamy or romantic

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

a true ginger call him fire crotch when he’s already mad and watch smoke literally come out of his ears anyway

he prefers to shave everything except for a little patch that connects to his happy trail <3

he doesn’t care what you do. man is thrilled to traverse the jungle if it means he gets to taste you

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

again, even if it’s just a hookup, he has a certain charm and natural way of making sex feel so special . . . so imagine what he’s like in a committed relationship. i’m foaming at the mouth

does he fuck or does he make love? how about both every single time. he just takes such good care of you, whether that means setting the bar for your wedding night or throwing you around and destroying your insides <3

extremely attentive to your actions and reactions. will come to understand the sounds you make almost like a language of its own and he is fucking fluent

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

looks so alarmingly beautiful while he does it.

long, languid strokes while he runs his other hand through his hair

his abs flex and twitch and sometimes his tongue lolls out a little while his mouth falls open and his head tips back to let the prettiest moans leave him

doesn’t masturbate often with you around; when he does it’s usually so you can sit across from him and watch while you touch yourself, too <3

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

mirror sex

praise

nipple play

finger sucking

biting/marking

put it all together, and . . .

imagine the arc in your back while he fucks you from behind against the bathroom sink. you better not take your eyes off yourself, he tells you. and you can’t even protest to tell him he’s too gorgeous for you to only watch your own reflection because he’s got his middle and index finger pressing down on your tongue while his thumb holds your jaw firmly in place. his other hand reaches around you to alternate between your nipples - he tweaks them, flicks them, rolls them between his fingers and leaves it to you to hold yourself up while he does this, all while he sinks his teeth into your shoulder and groans all gravelly and hot into your ear about how filthy you sound, how good you’re being, how tight you feel, how perfect you are.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

his office hands down

a little bit of an exhibitionist

it goes hand in hand with letters d and q - the looming threat of maybe getting caught balls deep in you drives him crazy

big fan of your/his bedroom too - allows him a pleasure that sex in his office does not, which is your loud and uninhibited moans and mewls <3

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you in any of the expensive clothes he buys you!!!

he of course keeps your taste in mind when he shops for you, but at the end of the day he’s buying you that high-waisted pant/button up shirt/platform shoe combo because he knows your ass is gonna look delectable in it

would also love to have you wear a chain with his initial on it - whether it’s a necklace, bracelet, anklet . . . catching a glimpse of it dangling off you from the right angle has him dragging you off to fuck so he can bite it between his teeth while he’s in your guts <3

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

chuuya will scarcely let you dominate him. he’s not completely opposed to it all of the time, but it’s a little more vulnerable than what he prefers. plus he likes his control, even - no, especially when he’s letting you think you have the reins

understands and values the psychological importance of aftercare - he never doesn’t do it.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

chuuya loves seeing you on your knees for him.

loves making you suck his fingers like you would his cock before he actually lets you on him.

he doesn’t need to fuck your face - all he needs is your dedicated tongue on his tip, a hand on his balls, maybe a finger or two in or around his hole . . . ugh he busts so fast

referring to c - bonus points if you swallow every last drop of his cum <3

talks you through it deliciously

“that’s it, doll, wanna see you work for it.”

“eyes up here, baby, look at me.”

“you’re gonna swallow all this cum, ‘kay?”

he returns the favor eagerly, don’t you worry

an absolute animal when he’s going down on you. his nails in your hips, his hands gripping your thighs, his fingers playing with you when he’s not spreading you apart

eats you like he’s starving and will not stop even after you cum.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s all over the place.

he’s really good at slow and sensual foreplay, but when he’s actually in you or tasting you he can’t hold himself back

whewwww you both gonna be sweating.

tries to save slow, sensitive sex for special occasions . . . but he usually builds up to fast, frantic fucking anyway

passion on 100 regardless. he is going to take you to heaven

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves. loves loves loves loves loves.

loves sitting you on the kitchen counter and cumming in you before he leaves for work

loves sneaking away with you on his breaks to rail you in a supply closet

loves seeing how many times he can make you cum before the meeting he has to be at in twenty minutes

loves bending you over his desk like he doesn’t have a few of his subordinates on their way up to his office to drop off a report

loves bouncing you up and down on his cock in the car ten minutes before your dinner reservation

truly whenever he can. chuuya <3’s quickies

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s down to try anything once, period.

communication is the most important thing to him - experimentation and risks just need to be discussed beforehand

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go three or four rounds at a time, each lasting anywhere from less than 10 to up to 30 minutes; he’s usually pretty impatient to see you falling apart on him <3

it’s a different story if he’s only going down on you. he can do it for hours. you’ll lose track of time, numbers, colors, your own name and birth date etc

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

chuuya definitely owns some high quality rope and a pair of thigh-to-wrist cuffs <3

for you, of course.

he doesn’t get tied up unless you really, really beg him

will occasionally let you tie his wrists while you ride him <3

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

likes to tease you verbally more than he does physically.

he’ll try to hold off on making you finish, he really will! but most of the time he just can’t help giving you what you want.

what he’ll do is make you cum for a third or fourth time with hardly any effort and then throw it in your face - “so needy for me, huh?” “barely takes anything to have you squirtin’ all over me.” “think you can give me a couple more, doll?”

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

can’t help the fact that he whimpers.

so much pretty, breathy whining and cursing - it almost takes the bite out of his domineering sometimes . . .

(lots of “ah- ah! fuck, fuck, fuck fuck f- fuck! y- yes, ugh . . .”)

. . . but he makes up for it with how his voice drops almost an octave when he talks

big talker.

“swear you were made f’me.”

“fuckin’ take it, sweetheart. doin’ so good.”

“ngh, fuck- gonna make you cum all over this dick.”

so much of your name <3

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

sometimes he’ll cum so hard he blacks out for a few seconds. that’s all <3

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

thick.

like a fucking can of coke bitch.

6.5-almost 7 inches hard, curves upward the tiniest bit, pretty and tan with a sensitive red tip

v-line to fucking die for.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

higher than a goddamn kite

he is down to fuck you 24 hours a day 7 days a week 365 days of the year for as long as you’ll let him

just. insatiable. so greedy. takes everything you give him every single time and eats it up. cherishes it like keepsake. burns it into his mind and thinks about it at work the next day and gets himself so horny he’ll have to jerk off in the bathroom and send you a picture with the tagline “look what you do to me”

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

it just depends if he’s sleepy or not! he absolutely can stay awake, get up and moving, go back to work, whatever

but as mentioned before it is his favorite thing to do after - if he’s sleepy, you’re sleepy, and his chaotic life graces him with the time and peace, he will fall asleep with you in his arms so fast.

regardless, he’s so clearheaded after you make each other cum <3 he just adores you so much

[jolapeno]

WELCOME to PART ONE of a little fic rec celebration ✨ so the beginning/end of last month, i did a post about being kind to creators and at the end of this month i wanted to shout about some of the writing work i love.

most of this list is adequately organised over at @murdvckreads, but I wanted to scream about it on main, too.

remember, if you can be anything, be kind.

this celebration is part one (all pedro characters)

KEY: smut = smut* | s = series | wip = work in progress | os = one shot

be sure to check out each fics warnings and tags at the top before reading. *if a series warns smut is coming up, I'll include this here too

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS

JAVIER PEÑA

insomnia by @iamskyereads | s smut

señorita by @lavendertales | s wip smut

why don't you by @lavendertales | os smut

unholy by @lavendertales | s smut

neon dreams by @pedrito-friskito | os smut

strawberry shortcake by @pedrito-friskito | os smut

the crush by @the-ginger-hedge-witch | s smut

use me by @swiftispunk | os smut

just keep breathing by @swiftispunk | os

infections of a different kind by @psychedelic-ink | s wip smut

secret smile by @thelightsandtheroses | s wip

stolen glances and secret bets by @wildemaven | os

i can see you by @proxima-writes | os smut

letterman jacket by @fuckyeahdindjarin | os smut

JOEL MILLER

stay in bed by @psychedelic-ink | s wip smut

ravish by @psychedelic-ink | os smut

spitfire by @psychedelic-ink [joel x tess] | os smut

atrophy by @yeyinde | os smut

in my hometown by @swiftispunk | s smut

here in my doorway by @swiftispunk | os

a fascination by @iamskyereads | os smut

baby came home by @lavendertales | os

bluebird by @moondirti | os smut

seams by @fuckyeahdindjarin | s smut

to do the right thing by @darkroastjoel | s

no time to die by @davosmymaster | os

joel miller: teacups, bad people by @charnelhouse | s (ish, some are connected) smut

sleeping bag by @quin-ns | os

couldn't love me if you tried by @nexusnyx | os smut

moment's silence by @nexusnyx | os smut

patrols by @pedgito | os smut

FRANKIE MORALES

frankie in new york by @iamskyereads | s

homecoming by @astroboots [frankie x reader x santi] | s smut os

telltale heart by @astroboots | os smut

grays by @fuckyeahdindjarin | s smut

heartbeat by @floralpascal | s smut

real love baby by @guess-my-next-obsession | os

listen by @frannyzooey | os smut

a taste by @frannyzooey | os smut

old house by @moralesispunk | os smut

done for by @pedrito-friskito | os smut

fictional death by @psychedelic-ink | os

fuck it i love you by @psychedelic-ink | os smut

worship this love by @swiftispunk | os smut

sing fever to the form by @thelightsandtheroses | os

DIETER BRAVO

sweet creature by @wildemaven | s smut

EZRA (PROSPECT)

compulsion by @iamskyereads | s wip smut

JACK DANIELS

i can feel your heartbeat by @psychedelic-ink | s smut wip

interested in call of duty recs ->

[quitealotofsodapop]

Peach Noodles

I don't usually use stock tracers but I wasn't gonna try at 3:45 in the morning

Ty @soniclozdplove; this gives me the perfect opportunity to introduce the public to the Au we have been busting out in Messages (i sound like Im doing a commercial).

we present to you;

Peach Soup

On one rainy night; a monkey demon in torn clothing clutching a crying bundle wanders into the path of a delivery truck. The driver slams the brakes and gets out to yell at what he thinks is a jaywalker.

Pigsy instead finds a scared, hurt, possibly teenage, monkey demon protectively holding a baby to his tiny form. Both muddy and wet with rain. The pig demon's morals win out, driving the two young demons to his restaurant for shelter and a warm meal, hoping to get some information out of the older one.

But the older, red-eyed, ginger-furred monkey doesn't seem to know... well *anything*. No name, no approximate age, barely any human language, not even an explanation why he's covered in bleeding cuts and grisly scars - all he seems to know is that he's hurt and that he needs to protect the cub.

Pigsy calls up Tang for advice. He seriously suspects the pair were victims of some kind of demon trafficking, like he's heard horror stories about in the newspaper. The fact that one is clearly a newborn convinces him of this theory further. Tang advises to keep the pair there while he rushes over in person.

The older monkey has concerning habits too. He's too afraid of the steaming noodle broth to take a sip, so Pigsy improvises by grabbing some fruits from the fridge. The monkey cautiously sniffs the bowl of fruit, his pupils widening at the scent.

Within a minute, the monkey had eaten three peaches whole. Pigsy laughed, cautioning the boy to slow down and to not eat the pits.

Pigsy: "You really seem to love peaches, huh?" Unknown Monkey: (*nods happily*) Pigsy: "Since you can't recall a name... how about I call you Peaches for now?" "Peaches": (*thinks for a moment before nodding excitedly*) Pigsy, fond smile: "Ok then. Peaches it is!" Peaches, smile full of fruit: :D! Pigsy: "Now we need a name for the little guy..." (*both look at the baby monkey demon curled up against Peaches chest, sleeping soundly*) Peaches: "M'kay."

Within a few days and an investigation by the Metropolis Police Department in case it really was a case of trafficking or severe abuse, the two monkeys are given legal identities and now require a foster home that won't separate the pair (there has been an attempt to remove the newborn, but both had become inconsolable). Pigsy and Tang team up and step forward to take the responsibility for the two lost demons that had wandered into their lives.

Peaches is an odd kid (or maybe a young adult, it was hard for the doctors to gauge); very strong for his size, and has a few muscle tics that crop up time to time. He often flicks his arms towards his ears when he's startled or upset. He clutches his head when he's in any form of pain - a habit his adoptive parents put down to whatever caused the nasty-looking crown-like scar around his hairline.

He's also extremely protective of the baby monkey adopted as his little brother. MK, nicknamed due to confusion in processing his adoption papers, grows from a baby to a teenager in the typical amount of time, whilst Peaches barely grows at all. The two are inseparable, with MK loudly worshipping his big brother as the strongest, smartest brother in the whole wide world! Peaches even gains a fan with MK's school yard friend Mei.

Tang and Pigsy nearly had heart attacks the first time Peaches accidentally broke a fridge, or shattered a glass in his hand, or put a hole through the wall with his fist. Seeking out a way to teach their son how to manage his inner strength, an old friend was contacted for help. Sandy was surprised to be contacted after so long, but the sight of Pigsy and Tang's nervous, extremely strong son, made sense. The boy was afraid to hold any creature for fear of hurting them, even extending to his own baby brother. Sandy made sure to help the monkey demon measure and control his strength with lessons in martial arts and meditation. The boy also became a delightful companion for teatime, becoming fascinated in the properties of the different blends.

Peaches also has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. The second he grasped reading and writing, he wanted to know more. More about the world and the things in it. And he'd later gain a fixation for plants and medicine, on the track to becoming a doctor or a pharmacist if he so chose to.

But for now he's earning his keep (jokingly says Pigsy, he'd never kick out his eldest son) as a busboy and delivery driver for Pigsy's Noodles alongside his baby brother MK.

At least until he was called to deliver to a construction site deep into the city, and instead of a customer he found Princess Iron Fan, Red Son, and the legendary Ruyi Jingu Bang. Peaches was never a fairytale buff, but Papa Tang had read him and MK seemingly every book under the sun about this side of mythology - and if he weren't mistaken, there was a very good reason that the Staff was wedged into that mountain.

So without thinking he grabs if from Red Son's mechanical arm, his brain only catching up afterwards that he shouldn't be able to.

DBK: "SUN WUKONG!" Peaches: "Uh, no!? I'm just Peaches!"

The ginger monkey runs from the site, all three members of the Demon Bull family hot on his tail, but not just out for vengeance, but for concern. Why did he not remember them?

Peaches runs home, certain that Papa Tang knew what was going on, and why he was able to lift the Monkey King's Staff.

When the family makes it to Flower Fruit Mountain in search for the real Monkey King and to get some answers, they discover something horrifying.

Peaches is the Monkey King.

So how come he doesn't remember being him?

Tune in as the mystery unfolds >:3

[aforestescape]

konig - unplanned pregnancy

…just because i got my birth control removed and i’m in the mood for it

content includes: unexpected pregnancy, afab!reader, gn!reader, pervert!konig, fat!konig supremacy, mentions of co-erced pregnancy, descriptions of sex

you and konig at this point have spent a few months being friends with benefits. it was entirely your choice not to cross any boundaries past that. a decision that konig vehemently disagreed with but he kept it to himself. now wasn’t the time to pressure you into dating. he could enjoy your days hanging out or studying together. the texts in the middle of lecture to meet at your dorm for a quickie between classes.

no matter your conversations on relationships and you being steadfast in not wanting to date, konig knows that you’re his. maybe it’s a bit malicious, the joy that goes through him as you sit on his bed in tears. head in your hands as you try to speak past the need to sob at your predicament.

you should’ve known. should’ve been more careful. with the amount of time you two spent in each others beds or really any place you could manage privacy. betting on all the plan b’s you’d taken to keep your from getting pregnant even though you were aware it wasn’t safe to take so many frequently.

all the times you’d moan out around him. nails digging into the rolls on konigs back as he pounded into you. his own pathetic whines echoing in the space with yours. strings of english and german. asking, begging you to let him cum inside of you. to let him fill you up, how gorgeous you’d look swelling with his seed.

he loves the idea. thinking of you round and glowing with his baby. maybe even twins, they run in his family after all. wondering if they’d have your skin complexion or his pale freckled one. if their hair would grow in ginger like his as a baby only to change to a deep brown when he got older. if they’d have your love for reading or his for video games. if you’d look at them with as much joy as you did your nieces and nephews.

it was something he’d hoped he’d be able to convince you with time. you’d spent so many months at this point with each other. he’d let you cry in his chest when you were having a hard time. let you complain about classes to him and he’d spoil you with his money. eager to show you how well he could take care of you if you’d just give him a chance.

surely you’d realize soon enough he was the one person for you. and he’d thought about this outcome too. trapping you with him for life. if you wouldn’t date him, wouldn’t admit the feelings he was sure you had for him then he’d just take matters into his own hands. it’d be so easy to knock you up. you were so greedy when it came to his cum. quick to get on your knees and worship his thick cock. eager to lick the copious amounts of cum from your hand after giving him a handjob.

everytime he begged to cum inside of you, to mark you as his he could fill you tighten up around him. your perfect cunt milking his cock till he was overstimulated and whining into your neck.

he’d recall the times you’d ask him to cum for you, to fill you up whenever he had to take his hard and leaking cock into his own hand.

think about how good you always look rolling your hips as your soaking cunt rubbed against his fat stomach. using him as a toy while begging for his cum as if you weren’t denying yourself. a part of him angry to be wasting what’s yours. wasting his potent seed when he could be filling your perfect body up instead.

so konig could hardly hold back the joy he felt as you sobbed next to him on his bed. arm wrapped around you in comfort as you tried to speak through your tears. crying about being pregnant, how you both should’ve been more careful. you’re still in school, both still studying for the separate futures you wanted to build. and now those plans were taking a sharp turn with two little pink lines.

he’d rub your back as you cried into his chest, tears soaking his shirt. mind already filling with baby names and how he’d introduce you to family. they’d love you, he knew it. his family would easily accept you with his babies swelling inside of your belly. you’d grow to love and accept him now, you had no choice.

once again found a finished work in my drafts i forgot about whoops. have a few more so i’ll prob post something tomorrow, hope you enjoyed🙈🫶🏽

[kingkunigami]

Get yourself a man that can do both.

Warnings: 18+, subby Kunigami, blow jobs, ball worship, sweat.

Pairing: Kunigami Rensuke x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.0k.

“Fuck,” Kunigami rasped as the back of his head thunked unceremoniously against the brick wall behind him.

The sound causing your lips to curl upward in a coy smile as you continued to swipe your tongue along the length of his heavy cock, paying extra attention to the prominent veins that forked along the underside. Every inch of his body was a display of sheer strength and power, and his cock was no different. Your lips wrapped around the blunt head as Kunigami’s hand flew towards you, splaying his palm against the top of your head. Unsure whether to hold you steady to thrust his hips forward into your eager mouth, or pull your head forward to swallow more of his impressive length.

“You’re such a mess, Ren.” You smiled against his slit, your teeth brushing against the fresh pre that beaded at the tip. Unable to resist swiping your tongue out to sample the heady taste of him, your clit throbbing with neglect between your thighs as you rubbed them together for some slight relief, “Barely even touched you.”

“Shut up,” He mumbled, auburn eyes clenched shut as though he was nervous to look at you. As if looking would have him blowing his load too early and he’d lose the ethereal sensation of your lips pressed against his cock.

“Mmm, don’t think I will.” You smirked as you ran the tip of your tongue along his length towards his pelvis, watching his adam’s apple bob in his throat as you met the messy ginger tuft of hair at the base of his cock, “You’re too easy.”

His body was still damp with sweat from the match he’d played out on the field, a thin sheen casting a subtle glow against his skin. And the heady scent only spurred you on more as you pressed your nose to his balls, inhailing deeply. Indulging yourself in the natural, masculine odor of him, jutting your tongue out to taste the saltiness against his skin.

“Stop— talking—” Kunigami spat out from behind gritted teeth, his jaw clenched to try to stop him from following his bliss.

You were too much— you knew exactly where and how to touch him to turn him into this in seconds. If the guys could see him now they’d probably rip into him for being so eager, so easy.

Nah, actually. They’d be fucking jealous of the pretty girl on her knees sucking his cock. An image of you appeared behind his closed eyelids and his plan of keeping his eyes shut to satiate the ache was foiled. Groaning as he glanced down at you from squinting eyes, meeting your gaze as you gave him a sly smile.

“There you are, baby.” You cooed, your hand stroking his length in a soft fist as your tongue peeked out between glossed lips, “You know I hate when you don’t pay attention to me.”

The moments after big games always had Kunigami a little more pent up, more frustrated than usual. The long hours spent training before important matches had little to no time for carnal indulgences, a fact that you often contested. But the times after a big game were your favourite, win or lose.

Losing meant your boyfriend was angry, frustrated and devilish— taking out the frustration of losing on you. And winning? Winning meant having him stuck in a euphoric headspace that made him far more happy and compliant, a fact that you cherished as you tugged off the Kunigami jersey you wore to the game.

“Shit,” Kunigami mumbled under his breath as he caught sight of the pretty intricate lingerie that was hidden beneath his jersey.

And with that you lay the flat of your tongue against one of his heavy balls. Licking a long, languid swipe towards his cock. The motion had him rutting his hips forward, a downright sinful groan spilling from between parted lips as you repeated the motion, giving the other ball the same attention as he tried to remember to breathe.

You really were going to be the death of him.

Sticky, glossy lips pressed against the soft skin of his scrotum, leaving glittery marks in their wake as you began to suckle the sensitive skin. Feeling Kunigami’s blunt fingernails digging into your scalp as you continued stroking his thick cock.

“I’m gonna— gonna fuckin’ cum,” Kunigami rasped, his throat felt dry as the air felt like it was escaping his lungs. Feeling lightheaded as you continued to roll your fist around the tip of his cock, smearing his fresh pre along the length as you worshipped his heavy balls.

In that moment he didn’t care that you’d barely touched him, that the guys would rip into him for his lack of stamina, that you hadn’t even sucked his cock. The only thing he cared about was the scorching hot pleasure coursing through his veins as he pressed down on your head, pushing you deeper against his balls as his hips began to stutter.

“Oh, shit.” He groaned, the raspy sound of your name tumbled from his lips as he came with a grunt.

Salty white ropes of cum caught against your cheek and neck, leaving silvery trails against your skin as they began to travel lower. Catching against the lacy lingerie you wore as you pulled back to get a better look at your lover, your hand still softly stroking his cock to pull the final drops of cum from his weighty balls.

“I didn’t even get to show you my outfit before you ruined it, Ren.” You pouted as you looked down at the sticky lace, your boyfriend’s chest heaving as he fought to regain his breath. It felt as though he’d just run four lengths of the pitch against Isagi.

“You can show me now, pretty girl.” He groaned, already feeling his softening cock twitching back to life at the way you fondled your breasts to get a look at the cum now staining the pretty lingerie, “Always so pretty for me.”

[goddamnitchuuya]

Chuuya with a really shy s/o shsggdgsgd

I feel like he’d treat them so gently and praise them saying it’s okay for them to let out their noises

This man has me weak in the knees 😩

EXACTLY and we're all weak in our knees for this man

contains: soft dom chuuya x f reader, fluffy smut, penetration, creampie, slight cum play, cunnilingus, basically headcanons.

minors dni.

Chuuya, whose ginger locks tickled your cheeks when he whispered sweet nothings into your ears while pratically worshipping your whole being.

Chuuya who secretly laughs knowing you don't dare whimper on how big he is.

Chuuya... he doesn't like it when you cover your face as he enters you. Whether it's your hands over your eyes, face deep in the pillow or hiding in his neck, accidentally biting down to stiffle your most embarrassing moans. He gently interlace his fingers with one of your hands to keep it in place, bringing your other to his lips to press a reassuring kiss. Tells you it's okay, he wants to see your lewdest expressions and hear you babbling on how good he's making you feel.

"So good for me, pretty girl." "Nah, move your fuckin' hands, let me see you." "So tight, that's it..." "D- damn... do you have any ideas of what you do to me?" his list goes on. As much as he likes claiming you as his over and over, Chuuya absolutely loves every single mark you leave on him, the occasional hickeys on his shoulders when you squirt on his cock, the long scratches on his shoulder blades and forearms when his tip hits a particular spot, the purple adorning his back because of how hard the heel of your feet digs into it. Don't even get shy over all of these, he'd happily show them off to everyone if they asked.

When you come, back arched beautifully to his body and tits brushing against his chest, his hands are quick to support you. Chuuya closes every gap left between your bodies. Extra points if you don't bury your face in his shoulder anymore.

Chuuya who stares for way too long at the clear white thick and sticky cum lining from your cunt to his still hard cock when he pulls out. It's only when you close your legs out of embarrassment he snaps back, smirking to himself as the fluids can still drip down from between your thighs and onto the sheets. It doesn't stop there, though. He's crawling back and lifting your thighs up around his waist, the underside of his dick glided between your folds and coating it further of your mixed fluids. His thumb caresses your lower lip ever so softly as he asks if you're okay, if you want more, he'd give you the whole world.

Chuuya, who's willing to spend the whole night on his knees, eatin' his baby out as if it were the last meal of his life, letting you push him in deeper for more, tug at his hair as freely as you wish, anything except muffling the cute sounds he's pulling out of you. He won't stop until he has pushed all the shyness out of you, leaving you finally begging and he'll indulge everything you want. He also gets off on your pleasure so don't worry about him.

Allowing you to slump against his chest in the bath while helping you wash away the mess between your thighs. Chuuya holds you like a delicate flower. Each feather light touch landing on your skin is enough to make you forget the soreness of your legs. But he's always been careful, carrying you to bed knowing full well how shy you could get again if he sees you barely have the strength to stand on your own.

Nakahara fucking Chuuya... he just loves you too much. How many times do you want him to remind you that?

#getyouachuuya

[konigsblog]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNL4dJSk/

Please I need to spey why is so hot to me.

(this turned into how i view könig's appearance, somehow... and then smut !!!! 😵‍💫)

personally, i adore long hair on men. shoulder length and longer is alright, but i also love curly short hair on men. probably struggles to take proper care pf his ginger/dark brunette curls and they end up frizzy, eventually he learns a routine, and has pretty, soft curls.

ginger/dark brunette body hair coating his abdomen and chest, long arm and leg hair. very hairy man (maybe, i'm biased...) exercises a lot and eats a LOT. sweet tooth until it comes to caffeine, where he has black coffee with a tiny, tiny bit of milk. enjoys the protein taste of protein shakes, and eats a lot of snacks throughout the day.

slow metabolism growing up, before he became a teenager and grew thin and slim. gained muscle mass when he was a teenager (16-17) preparing for the bundeswehr's kommando spezialkräfte (or, SKS)

definitely uses his muscle mass to his advantage during sex. pinning your wrists beside your head and forcing you to maintain eye contact with him while he ploughs into you mercilessly. he has you chanting his name while worshipping his body — like he's a ancient , powerful god. dragging your tongue up his happytrail while rubbing your puffy pussy back and forth along his boots. he pets you like an obedient pet, humilating you by shoving his fingers in your mouth to suck on.

“that's it, my dear. worship me, worship me, baby.” as he guides your weeping hole back and forth along his bulge. your eyes glistening as you touch his muscles, feeling him flex them, just to impress his schatzi. has a huge ego, and teases you from cumming just sucking him off, or fingering yourself at the sight of him. isn't he just so magnificent? he could easily break you, ruin you, destroy you and turn you into a ruined, useless toy. but he won't, he wouldn't dare ruin you.

[wishmaster]

Gingered Twink

Hey, Master, Sir. I'm a shy chubby uni student, orange hair, lonely. I really wish a sexy dommy twink would find me and slowly make me his own, break me, turn me into his subby twink pet, make me indulge in all sorts of kinks and let me worship his sneakers and boots. Please?

You walk outside of class and there he was, as if he was waiting for you.

Hey baby, your dick twitches as you realize he's talking to you. He stands up and runs his hand through your hair. You feel your body tingle. It begins to change, you grow taller and thinner, begin loosing your fat and becoming much skinner and younger looking, you hair grows and becomes deep red, you're becoming his perfect ginger twink sub.

your clothing becomes pure leather, tight, brown to match your new body and shapes into more of a uniform in which you serve your new twink Master. he kisses you, your hair grows, flowing, soft and gorgeous, your lips plump and your new life locks in, your changes become permanent. you drop to your knees right here in the quad and begin to service him, you both transport to your new home as uni was no longer part of either of your lives. He whispers how he loves your freckles and paler skin. You live for the Twink king in your life and do whatever he wishes. Times were good and you loved your new subby Twink body and life.

[derangedbookworm]

ok guys, here are some of my marauders headcanons. they're pretty modern (mentions of modern artists, technology, and media), and are not hogwarts/canon specific. i think the only ships i directly mention are dorlene, marylily, jily, and rosekiller, but they also aren't specific to any ship. i'll also add picrews of how i imagine each of them.

also, hey! if you don't agree with some of these, that's ok! please do not come into my tags or ask box hating just bc you don't agree! thank you!

(tw: colleen hoover mentions 😔)

~marlene: -lesbian -irish (galway or derry) (she and peter grew up together, and were childhood best friends) -i also love filipino marlene (i literally cannot decide anything) -very blonde hair -has hetechromia (one blue eye and one green eye) -she has cystic acne (dorcas thinks it's so hot) (me too dorcas) -LOVES messy buns with her entire being -cannot sing for the life of her -girl in red -renee rapp -5'8 -she and dorcas like to match outfits -her favorite color is orange -most septum piercing to ever septum pierce

~mary: -pansexual ~colombian (she speaks spanish) (her and james talk shit all the time) ~black (her skin is really dark) -has rosacea (you can't really see it bc her skin is dark, but when it gets hot she gets RED) -she likes wearing her natural hair (in the summer she gets protective styles though) -hazel eyes -showtunes and chappell roan -5'7 -waitress and wicked are her favorite musicals (she thinks glenda and elphaba should have been lesbians) (doesn't everybody?) -loves experimenting with makeup -yellow is her favorite color -wants to wear a yellow sun dress and go frolic in a meadow (real)

~lily: -bisexual -has curtain bangs for sure -scottish or irish (probably scottish) (and she speaks gaelic) -cheek dimples -she's a ginger so she freckles super easily (they're mary's favorite physical attributes of lily's) -anne of green gables (gilbert and anne are such a jily varient) -ambidextrous -she can sing really well -5'6 -PLUS SIZED LILY MY LOVE (i feel very strongly about this) (she's my baby) (i love her so much) -green eyes -six, waitress, and ride the cyclone are her favorite musicals -olivia rodrigo and maisie peters -loves experimenting with makeup -wears very boring clothes (never wears graphic tees or anything like that) (dresses like a beige mom most of the time) (it's ok though) (we forgive her) -her make up always eats (it has not missed once) (her eyeshadow and eyeliner skills are unmatched) -chappell roan

~dorcas: -lesbian -has a very wide nose (marlene worships it, so i had to give it an honorary mention) -5'10 -sza -wears a few different styles, but box braids are her favorite -doesn't actually wear that much makeup (probably just does mascara and eyeliner) -eyebrow piercing -BILLIE EILISH -very dark brown eyes (almost black) -lets pandora try different makeup looks on her and dress her up all the time -naturally very clear skin (marlene is jealous)

~pandora: -pansexual/queer/demisexual (i literally cannot choose) -probably polyamorous as well (she just loves) -black (lightskinned) -she and evan both have vitiligo -5'5 -blonde dreads (her and evan both) -loves those star and heart shaped pimple patches (she wears them even if she doesn't have a pimple) -pink doc martens and those valentines converse -either pheobe bridgers, penelope scott, gracie abrams, or ppcocaine, meg thee stallion, nicki minaj (and there's no in between) -sza -strawberries are her favorite food (she LOVES them) (wears clothes with strawberry patterns, watched strawberry shortcake growing up, strawberry flavored candy is her favorite) -refuses to wear wireless earbuds (1. she's scared one would fall out and she'd lose it) (2. she likes the aesthetic of wired ones better) -autism -light brown eyes -tooth gap (😍) -rock collection

~evan: -gay/asexual (i can't decide) -vitiligo -ocd -i love trans evan as well as cis evan -5'10 -black (lightskinned) -he and pandora have matching jewellery and he wears it all the time -the best brother EVER tbh -would literally kill someone who looked at panda wrong -snake bite piercings (he got them as a dare but ended up loving them) (barty also loves them) (they're so bad for your teeth though 😔) -his favorite color is pink but he pretends it's light blue (he's fooling no one) -blonde dreads -light brown eyes -deviated septum (he hates it but barty loves it) -nirvana, korn, and slipknot

~barty: -pansexual or unlabeled -italian -mullet (the underside is died neon green, and the top is black with some green highlights) -6'2 -raised catholic -BLUE eyes (seriously, someone get this man some brown contacts) -wears those collar chokers unironically (evan secretly loves it) -piercings everywhere (eyebrows, bridge, septum, tongue, ears)(evan won't let him get an albert though) (he's afraid it would get infected/heal wrong) -his favorite color is dark forest green -black clothes (he doesn't own any other color istg) -graphic tees and wife beaters -ripped black skinny jeans -black doc martens but he colors the yellow lining in with sharpie bc he doesn't like it -low-key kind of emo -metalhead but secretly enjoys all genres of music -ethel cain (was raised queer and catholic) -mother mother -mama's boy -him and evan are so fucking freaky (it's actually insane)

~regulus: -gay -autistic (got the good at school autism) -chronic insomnia -5'9 -loves oscar wilde -him and remus DESPISE colleen hoover (me too) -wireless headphones (probably beats bc he's rich) -half-deaf in his right ear, and no one knows why or how -left-handed but was forced to write with his right so he uses his right

-the original sad boi poetry writer -french -gray eyes -gets hot super easily and turns red -but has poor circulation in his hands (he's so me) -hozier -paris paloma (no one knows, don't ask) -ethel cain -loves greek mythology (his favorites are icarus, and pyramus and thisbe) (he just loves doomed love) (i may be projecting a little) -evan and barty have asked him for a threesome at least once -on earth we're briefly gorgeous, the picture of dorian gray, the song of achilles, and a good girl's guide to murder

~james: -pansexual -bpd -adhd or audhd -6'1 -desi (monty) and latino (effie) (i couldn't decide so now he's both ❤) -only wears gold jewelry -speaks spanish -listens to traditional music and abba -taylor swift and hozier -super smart but got burnt out by the time he was 13/14 -bluey and paw patrol (tell me i'm wrong) (this man would eat up paw patrol) (marshall and chase would be his favorites) (and everyone loves bluey) -has the best singing voice of the group -a singular lobe piercing -his favorite color is red -VERY long lashes (the girls are so jealous) -scared of deep bodies of water and abandonment (omg reggie?) -prettiest hazel eyes you've ever seen -can dance really well -red converse -big pants, little shirt typa guy

~sirius: -bisexual or demisexual -french -gray/blue eyes -anxiety disorder and seasonal depression -cptsd -5'8/5'9 (he's shorter than regulus) (i have decided it) -freckles that only come out in the summer -poor circulation in his feet -left-handed -black converse and doc martens -draws on his converse -has a tattoo of the leo constellation on his chest (right above his heart) (☺) -is math and science smart -can't write for the life of him -pheobe bridgers, boygenius, conan gray, and olivia rodrigo -hozier -metallica and dream theatre -band t-shirts and ripped black skinny jeans -leather bracelets -double lobe, septum, and lip piercings

~remus: -gay -welsh -dyslexic -very tan skin and freckles -scared of heights -english and history smart -colleen hoover's biggest hater (real) -6'4 -scoliosis -chronic migraines -ren (go listen to him rn, he's amazing) -david bowie -brown eyes (hazel or dark brown, depending on his mood) -hates red velvet cake but loves chocolate (?) -greek mythology (likes medusa, and achilles and patroclus) -grandpa sweaters and cardigans -levi jeans and fuck-boy pajama pants -sleeper build -awkward as hell -fucking loser (and we love him for it) -bde -song of achilles, they both die at the end, the fault in our stars, the invisible life of addie larue, the picture of dorian gray, and the seven husbands of evelyn hugo

~peter: -omnisexual/straight/unlabeled -irish (galway or derry) -or german -learning disability -anxiety disorder -5'7 -plus sized -his hair is almost brown but still kinda dirty blonde -green/hazel eyes -favorite color is yellow or orange -probably listens to basic white girl music, or rap (idk which one😭) -like, he's either listening to taylor and ariana or he's listening to kendrick and tupac (i don't make the rules 🤷) (both are great anyways so it doesn't really matter) -wears button up shirts and khakis (his parents were super religious and proper growing up, and he hasn't been able to kick the habit) -loves christmas but hates new years -would be fantastic in american football (trust me on this one) (he's a little short but he'd do great) -he's an only child, but he grew up in a more suburban area, so he had lots of neighbors (marlene) -his parents struggled to conceive, and he was a rainbow baby after 2-3 miscarriages (he and james are kinda similar in that sense)

[sparklingmineraltequila]

American Wasteland

Note: Part three. I realised I never specified an exact timeframe so I'm clarifying that this is the last few year/months of him being undercover, about '94 Rust. I'm an ao3 girl so I'm figuring out how to lay fics out on Tumblr. Deeply appreciate everyone who's reading

Warnings: Drugs, drinking, swearing, smut insinuations and references to past violence but it is a True Detective fic, so

'Do you think we can ever truly talk about God?' Cassandra pipes up, as she's smearing herself in her pre-work lather of coco butter. When the sheen of the grease hits the light, it emphasises the taught expanse of her stomach and the tendons in her calfs. An amalgamation of divinity and delicate mortality; the pathetic fragility of the flesh, blood, skin and bones all knotted together, craving cosmic importance. 'Our soul, if there even exists such a thing,' Rust thinks, 'is just a ghost in a machine.'

Rust glances over to where she is standing in a matching lace, navy set, leg elegantly poised on the counter as she continues smoothing the ointment onto herself. He's lying on the mattress, still fully clothed, as he pinches his cigarette and stares back up to the ceiling. The events of the past few days, a visit to a meth lab in Galveston with Ginger followed by a drug and booze binge, have fucked his cognitive workings into a scramble of old memories and new sounds: the smell of gunpowder on his biker jacket, Cassandra's absent minded humming of an old Willie Nelson song, the brown sludge in his nail beds from when he was draining his Harley's oil, the black grease mixing with the residue of the red, Texan dust. He wills himself to give her a semi-coherent answer,

'I don't believe there's anyone there to talk to,' he drawls.

'I said about, not to.'

'What's your point, Cass? I ain't got the fuckin' will, tonight.' Rust thinks he can feel the chemical reactions behind his eyes; his enzymes breaking down proteins, the Speed throbbing through his neurotransmitters.

She rolls her eyes at him as she swaps leg, 'Chill out, I'm only wondering what you think. You know I value your opinion.'

He stiffens at that. 'Don't do this, baby,' he thinks 'It ain't worth whatever you think it is.' She's been doing this more often, letting that docility seep through the crevices of her impassible constitution. She hates herself for it, he can hear it in the acerbic tinge of her words, when she says shit like that to him. Sometimes, when he really concentrates at the expression in those dark pools of her eyes, he knows she believes she has deserved every horrific thing that has ever happened to her.

'I ain't really got an opinion on this matter, yet,' he says through an exhale of smoke, 'Why don't you tell me yours?'

'I know why, like, logistically we talk about God in modern languages, that's self explanatory. But it feels wrong, like we're corrupting the actual concept of a god.'

Rust doesn't look at her but says, 'Go on.'

'I think speaking about God in a dead language preserves him. Dead languages are frozen in time: absolute. They don't allow the transmutation or fucking corruption that modern languages do which are always evolving with dialects and younger generations,' she pauses, slipping her leg down from the counter as she slides her loose Budweiser t-shirt over her body, much to Rust's dismay. She continues,

'Also, on a more personal, aesthetic note, I think worship sounds a lot more metal in a language that isn't the one I use to order at fuckin' Waffle House.'

Rust snorts at that. He hears the slight smile in her voice as she replies,

'I know it sounds dumb when I condense it like that but that's literally my entire point. Worship is so often so dependent on the words we use and we venerate God in the same language that the televangelists or politicians use to con people on TV, the one that the girls at work use to sweet talk a customer into a lap dance? Seems fucked and incoherent to me.'

'I'm sure you can do that shit in a dead language too.'

'Nah, they existed before us. Whatever we try to imbue them with means fuckall, they don't participate in the reality of our information anymore.'

That gets him to sit up, the conversation staring to sober him up, 'Reality of information, huh? You've been stealing my books again, Cass?' a trace of a smirk on his lips. She huffs at him, stood in the middle of trailer,

'You were gone for three days and class is off for Spring Break, what the hell else was I supposed to do?'

'Buy some decent nightwear?' he remarks dryly. The reference to another one of her seduction tactics gets a mischievous smile from Cassandra . The past couple of weeks, she has been going to bed in some very short and, sometimes, very sheer nightdresses. Despite having made the chivalrous choice of sleeping on the floor of the trailer, chivalry being a virtue Rust is largely unacquainted with these days, his isn't unaffected by the sight of her sprawled out, almost beside him. Especially, when the nightdress naturally rides up during the night; a factor that has forced him to take too many a late night smokes outside.

'Nah, not when I know you enjoy it so much.'

'Cassandra,' Rust warns.

'Shit, full name?' she teases, 'You know, you're the only person who I let call me Cass.' She walks towards him, crawling onto the mattress and lying down next to him to look up at the ceiling. Rust doesn't move, not a goddamn inch. 'She'll know,' he thinks, 'Fuck, she probably already does.' Girls like Cassandra, girls too sexy and too tough for their age, always know. They have to. Growing up in a trailers, apartments and halfway houses, knowing that their tips which become their meals are based on how long they'll allow a drunk patron to stare at their tits or pat their asses as they serve them. They can smell male attraction from a mile off, tongues running over canines in mouths addled with whiskey and cigarettes. Oh yeah, they can tell and they know exactly how to play that game.

Rust wonders if he should feel some resentment towards her for it. He doesn't.

'Oh yeah?' he mutters, unimpressed.

'Yeah.'

'Lucky me.'

'You are. You know how many of your brothers would kill to give me a nickname?'

'Sounds to me like they already do,' his tone being harsher than he intended.

She goes silent and Rust hates himself more now than he did the other day, when he smashed a meth cook's head into a sink 14 times for screwing the Iron Crusaders' supply. The fragments of teeth and filaments of saliva mixed with blood that were left in the sink have nothing on the current look in Cassandra's eye.

'Don't be an asshole, Crash. You know I don't enjoy any of it,' her voice hoarse.

For the first time this evening, he looks her in the eye. 'I know,' tone steady but with a trace of true acknowledgment. Cassandra picks up on it, nodding her head. In these two innocuous actions, both have apologised and are forgiven. She stands up and grabs her duffel bag,

'You gonna swing by, tonight?'

He fucking wants to. Badly. He'd stomach the neon lights fucking with his Synesthesia, the lurid couches and the other Crusaders betting on how well each girl would 'take it'. He'd endure the fucking mire just to have Cassandra looking at him when she's on stage, the lights making her white smile a cool lilac.

'Nah. Can't tonight. Something at the clubhouse.'

'Oh, ok.'

'Poor kid. Like a kicked puppy,' he thinks. For the second time tonight, he can't stand that look in her eyes. He offers,

'You want a ride to work, baby? I'm headed in that direction, anyway.'

Something shifts slightly in her eye. The ball is back in her court. She savours it, rolls it over her tongue as victory coats it in something sweet and tart. Never one to show mercy, Cassandra toys with him,

'You'd give me a ride even if you weren't headed anywhere.'

Rust scoffs, fixing her with a look of chagrin; gleam of affection ,almost, trepidation in his eyes,

'I know, baby. I know.'

[feathersandfarmers]

What is your opinion of Molly The Chick, Frizzle The Scouse Chick and Dr. Mark Fry?, and What is your opinion of Mrs. Melisha Tweedy’s new makeover and outfit?

Molly: I thought she was really cute, and looked so much like Ginger! I think she's a great addition to the Chicken Run cast of characters. I appreciate how the writers wrote her; She was outgoing and adventurous without being a bratty character. Honestly I just wished we could have seen more moments of her as a baby/toddler, and more moments of Rocky and Ginger looking after her and being regular parents!

Frizzle: I like Frizzle too! I had a hard time understanding some of what she said tbh. At first, i felt her color palette was too saturated, and i think i still do tbh (her color is way too different from all the other hens when you compare her to all the other character designs and their color palettes) but she's still cute and i enjoy drawing her! I have a headcanon that she's quite a good artist, and loves to draw and make crafts with Molly (she made the necklace she's wearing!)

Dr.Mark Fry: (okay so it's official his name is Mark? where is this stated, im curious!) I'm gonna say something weird but i remember seeing fanart of Dr.Fry drawn all thin, and sexy looking with a sly look to his face before his official design was revealed. Then you see him! He's all cute, and chubby-cheeked and has this goofy grin on his face. He's an eccentric scientist (and a theatre kid!) i would love to see more of his inventions. I wonder how he met Mrs Tweedy, he seems to really love and worship her.

Mrs.Tweedy's makeover: She looks great tbh, very reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn. She's got nicer makeup, dyed her hair all black to cover the greyness we saw in the first movie.This make-over of hers shows how she really desires to live a glamorous life-style.

[naturecpw]

Cat who was accepted by a herd of capybaras receives official signage 👇 🐈 👇

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oyen, the Cat who was accepted by a herd of Capybaras, is the number one top story of the year! 🐈 🐈 Oyen the capybara cat is believed to have been orphaned as a young kitten, but he’s not without family now. The capybaras happily accepted him, and they’re not the only ones. Oyen the cat was so popular that zoo staff decided to make him his own sign outside of the habitat. In this video you may notice that two different Oyen signs are shown by the capybara habitat. The original sign fell off shortly after installation, and the yellow sign is the replacement - this is the one that is currently there! 🐈 📸 Zoo Negara Malaysia 🐈 "No longer sated by human worship, the felis catus sets about establishing its dominion over the humble capybara" - Sir David Attenborough 🐈 Kudos to this Malaysian zoo for taking good care of Oyen. Even though they could have just arranged to transport him to a local pet shelter, they chose to take responsibility. I hope his presence brings in more resources that they can use to maintain or upgrade their habitats. 🐈 I love how this cat wandered into the zoo, looked at the capys, and said to himself "this. this is my family now." 🐈 Oyen is the childish or cute way of pronouncing 'Orange ' in Malay. In Malaysia, all orange cats are effectionately called ' Oyen ' [ pronounced as it is spelt : O-YEN. The ' Yen ' is pronounced as the Japanese currency, Yen ] 🐈 Unofficially Oyens or formally known as ginger cats are Malaysias national animal 🇲🇾 🐈 Hi! Malaysian myself here Oh, this news is quite recent then, of Zoo Negara/National Zoo… That's one cute family of Capybaras & Oren turned to Oyen. Oren = Malay language word for 'Orange' in English. I think Oren has evolved to Oyen due to some pronunciation slip… Anyhow, terima kasih/thank you for this uplifting news 🐈 Cat is a survivor. He's a cat, and doesn't eat greens and doesn't like to get wet, but if his family members are going to be crazy and eat grass and swim, well, family is family. 🐈 Orange cats are zen mastCapybaraers, just like capybaras. Very mellow dudes, and highly intelligent. Linton Zoo in the UK had a cat naned Arnie (also orange) who famously wandered in one day and stayed around for years to help them raise baby animals. 🐈~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~

A Herd Of Capybaras Adopted A Stray Cat Into Their Family 👇 🐈 👇

https://youtu.be/bWGiwBLTB_o?si=-dnDkiHd25a5z1U9 🐈 Capybaras: known for being friendly with all sorts or calm mannered creatures.

[afterdarkprincess]

The Devil's In The Details (But You Got a Friend in Me) Part 4

Samijey Fic- AU from the Royal Rumble

Time for Jey and Sami's vacation <3

A million thank you's to @elementaldoughnut12 for the prompt and continuing to cheer me on!!

Tags for @feelschicken and @southerngirl41 💖

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

This fic is Explicit and this part contains: Anal Sex, Intercrural Sex, Body Worshipping, Fingering, Unprotected Sex

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Jey dozes for a few hours, the combination of having slept on a plane and being so comfortable in bed with Sami keeping him down for longer than he typically would have allowed himself.

He wakes slowly, his face tucked into Sami’s neck and hair, surrounded by the scent of the minty shampoo he uses. Their bodies are pressed together, held tight by Jey’s arm and their interlocked legs. Sami moves the tiniest bit, probably still asleep but the motion rocks his ass against Jey’s already half-hard cock where it’s nestled snugly against his cheeks.

He groans, rocking his own hips to feel that friction again. His mind wanders to that thought from earlier, the desire to bury his cock between those thick thighs of Sami’s, and he and his dick are fully awake now.

But Sami is still asleep, and they haven’t talked about any of this yet, and even though he’s horny as hell it’s just as satisfying to watch Sami as he sleeps. Listening to the soft rhythm of his breath, the steady and slow beat of his heart. Jey rests his head back in the crook of Sami’s neck, planting soft slow kisses to the bruise he left there, then covering any bit of skin he could reach, taking his time and trying not to wake Sami with the action.

The other man stirs, and Jey feels guilty until Sami’s head turns, and he’s giving him that smile that makes Jey’s knees weak.

“Morning,” He whispers, brushing his lips softly against Jey’s. “Or Afternoon, I guess.”

“Gonna have my sleep all jacked up,” It gets a laugh out of Sami as he intended. “Not complainin’ though.”

Sami moves to stretch and his ass rubs against Jey’s still hard dick, and Sami laughs again. “Certainly no complaints back there.”

“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh? Workin’ me up with that ass o’ yours.” Jey rubs his hand against the meat of Sami’s ass, squeezing his cheeks as he’s rubbing his dick between them.

Sami’s mouth falls open, “Please Jey, baby,” as he rocks his hips, giving Jey more delicious friction.

Jey reaches over to the night stand where he’d stashed the lube bottle and pours some into his hand, reaching down to slick himself up with a few quick pumps. He looks down watching the head of his dick slide along the cleft of Sami’s ass.

He leans into Sami’s ear, whispering hotly. “Wanna fuck yo’ thighs, paint ‘em with my cum.”

“Oh fuck, Jey, yes”

“Mine, Sami.” He moves his hips back, adjusting his dick to the crease between Sami’s thick thighs, his cockhead leaving a sticky kiss on Sami’s pale skin. He presses forward, seeking the warm heat and aiming up to brush against Sami’s balls.

He mouths at Sami’s shoulder while his hips dig in and out of Sami’s thighs, helped by the lube and his precum, hands wandering to the ginger’s chest to tease at his nipples.

Sami’s face is flushed, hand wrapped around his own dick moving furiously.

“Feel empty, want it inside, fuck please-“

It’s only been a few hours since they last fucked, so Sami should still be pretty loose, but Jey takes his fingers to his hole anyway, still pressing his hips between those luscious thighs. He shoves two fingers inside easily, scissoring to make sure Sami’s open enough to take him.

He works in one more finger. matching his pace between his fingers fucking into Sami’s hole and the slick slide of his dick.

Sami cries out again as Jey’s fingers find his prostate, and Jey can’t wait another minute. He tilts his hips and runs his dick against Sami’s ass again with a few teasing thrusts before catching the head at Sami’s rim and pressing into that tight heat again.

Neither of them last long, Jey sets a brutal pace with his hips, reaching over and batting Sami’s hand from his cock, taking over and matching pace to hear the other man whine at each thrust until he cries out, coating Jey’s fingers in cum.

Jey fucks him through his orgasm, pulling out just before he falls over the edge. He presses between Sami’s thighs again, giving a few more thrusts as he digs his fingers into the globes of his ass. He paints the insides of Sami’s thighs with his cum, breathing heavily as he comes down from his release.

He presses himself up as soon as he’s able, letting Sami fall onto his back and splaying his thighs open, admiring his handiwork. He rubs his thumbs along the stretch marks, watching his cum dry. It’s the sexiest thing he’s never thought of before but it’ll be replaying in his mind for the foreseeable future.

--

They spend a little while longer in bed, trading lazy kisses as the morning turns into afternoon. Finally they get up and Jey helps maneuver them both into the shower, taking turns watching each other’s hair and holding each other in the hot steamy water.

Jey can’t get enough of this closeness, the feeling of Sami’s skin warm pressed against his own. The smell of his shampoo, the taste of his mouth, watching him just exist in this space, far away from the ring and everything that makes Jey’s life messy and complicated. Sure this house was provided by Roman, but there’s no trace of him here among Sami’s things.

What would it be like to be this way all the time? Jey’s never really thought about a life after WWE before, not seriously. He’s been wrestling since before he could walk, it was in his blood, the only thing he’s ever wanted to do in his life. But he could see himself like this, maybe not now but a few years down the line when their bodies couldn’t handle it anymore? Having a home with Sami, where there’s never a moments peace from his constant talking, but he’ll never complain. A place with a big backyard and a grill where they host family barbecues on the weekends. Where Jey could be close with Sami whenever he likes, kiss him and touch him without fear.

Jey wants it so badly, but he knows it’s probably way too fast to be talking about things like that, especially when they’re still keeping their relationship a secret. Even though it was his idea, it’s suffocating not being able to share this with his family. Solo knowing and approving was a huge weight off his chest, but trying to keep this from Jimmy was exhausting.

He wants to be able to take Sami out on double dates with Jimmy and Trinity, though those two together would be absolute menaces. He wants to take him to family reunions, introduce him to his father and the rest of them, can imagine the way Sami would gush at meeting all his wrestling idols.

It’s funny to think back to last year, when Roman had threatened to take the “Honorary” away, to change Sami’s last name from Zayn to Uso and it had felt like salt in a wound. And now Jey fantasizes about it, how they might look together in a small seaside ceremony.

“What do you think?” Sami’s voice pulls him from his thoughts. He’s got on a very tight pair of shorts, the pudge of his thighs puffing out at the bottom and Jey’s mouth begins to water. He’s so distracted by the sight that it takes him a moment to realize what else Sami’s got on, despite the goofy grin and his thumbs pointing at the shirt.

It’s one of Jey’s crop tops, the cut off proclaiming “We the Ones” in big bold letters against the white fabric, but the shirt is far too small for Sami. The rolls of his stomach are on display, his stretch marks catching the afternoon light. He can almost see the bottom of Sami’s tits and he’s moving before he can even think about it.

“Damn, baby, we jus’ got clean and you tryin’ to get me riled up again?” He runs his hands over every bit of skin he can touch.

Sami has the audacity to laugh, “Don’t think I’m gonna be stealing any of your clothes anytime soon.”

“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about, love seein’ you in my clothes.” Jey silences Sami’s giggles with hot kisses, and before they know it they’re tangled up in each other again, half dressed and on the edge of the bed.

When they finally emerge from the bedroom, in more appropriate casual clothes this time, Jey packs them up into the car and takes off for a restaurant. Nothing too fancy, just a place he’d found online with decent reviews. He’d of course prefer to cook himself, but neither of them have the energy for a grocery store run and after all their activities both of them are starving.

Dinner goes well, for the most part they’re left alone, only one table giving them the kind of double take that indicates fan recognition, but thankfully they don’t get interrupted.

Jey holds Sami’s hand to and from the table, and he feels like a teenager head over heels in love. He feels like he should be embarrassed, but he wants to hold onto this feeling forever.

On the drive home, Sami points out an arcade that’s newly opened, and Jey whips the car into the lot, giddy as a child.

They spend way too much money inside, both of their competitive sides coming out. Jey takes the top score at the boxing game, sticking his tongue out at Sami while tickets spew from the machine.

He gets his comeuppance however when Sami challenges him to a few rounds of skeeball. Jey concentrates on his game as much as possible, groaning in frustration when the balls keep falling into the 10 hole. Bells and whistles go off beside him and Sami just grins at him while the screen above them blares “300 - High Score!!!” and ribbons of tickets spit out of the machine.

They challenge each other at every game, moving through all the machines as the light outside fades. Before they head to the prize counter, Jey spots a photo booth and pulls Sami inside. They take a few silly photos, Sami giving him bunny ears, Jey with his nose scrunched. The timer for the last photo ticks down and Jey decides to be cute and kiss the other man on the cheek, but when he turns his head he finds Sami’s pursed lips instead and the flash goes off as they connect in a quick peck.

The photos are adorable, and Jey stashes his copy in his wallet for safe keeping.

They head to the prize counter, walking around looking over their options separately, after confirming that it had in fact been Jey with the highest number of tickets to spend.

The displays are full of candy and dollar store junk for little kids, but they have enough tickets each for some of the higher value items. There’s a collection of action figures, with some WWE ones in the mix, but they’re knock off generic molds of John Cena and Hulk Hogan. Nothing Sami would want there.

Jey thinks about the colorful stuffed bears, reminded of the bear that Solo gifted to Sami, but he doesn’t want to copy his baby brother.

Finally he spots what he wants that’s within his ticket budget, with enough left over to get some candy for them to share and he flags down the attendant. Sami is talking animatedly to the other bored looking teenager at the other end of the counter, and it distracts him enough that the teenage girl has to ask what he wants twice.

He bags his winnings in time to see Sami do the same, and they stroll out to the car hand in hand.

Jey stops before they get in, turning to Sami. “Got you somethin,’”

“Me too!” Sami grins, “Lets show each other at the same time?”

“Ye, alright,”

They count down from 3 together before pulling the gifts out of their bags. Both of them hold in their hands a child sized replica of the WWE title belt.

Both men burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation, Sami holding his stomach in laughter as the sun sets behind them.

They return home with their prizes and an absurd amount of candy for two grown men. Sami disappears into the kitchen, rummaging through a drawer until he finds what he’s looking for, returning with a silver sharpie once used for signings.

Jey raises his eyebrow, but Sami says, “So we know whose is whose!” Sami takes the belt that he won for Jey, and spends a few moments with his tongue out as he carefully inscribes the inside of the belt before handing over his own belt and the sharpie.

Jey looks at the belt in his hand and has no idea what to write. “What’d you put on mine?”

“Nuh-uh, baby. You gotta come up with somethin’ all on your own. That’d be cheating!”

“Like you cheated at skee-ball, huh?” Jey teases, swatting at Sami playfully.

“I told you before, you can’t cheat at skee-ball, it’s all skill. Write me something nice!” Sami gives him a quick kiss before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving Jey staring between the two objects.

This could be his opportunity, if he can’t say “I love you” out loud, maybe he could write it down?

Too much of cop out- that’s weak ass to do it like that. He deserves to hear it from you directly.

Jey goes with something else instead, keeping on theme with the belt. He writes in big letters. “WWE Champion, SAMI USO” He adds a smile at the end.

He sets the sharpie down just a Sami comes back into the room, and Jey kneels down dramatically, in his best impersonation of Samantha.

“Aaaaand still! The undisputed WWE champion, Sami USOOO.” He grins at Sami’s delight, presenting him with the belt, which Sami immediately holds aloft.

Jey stands back up and Sami pulls him in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around Jey’s neck. “First off,” Sami says, “You’re a dork. Second, how do we keep doing this?”

Sami releases him and hands over the other belt, turning it around to show the message he wrote.

“My Champion, Main Event Jey Uso” is emblazoned across the cheap leather, with a half dozen little hearts around it.

Jey feels his eyes water looking at it, overcome with emotion. “Gonna keep this forever, hope you know that.”

Sami snakes his arm around Jey’s back, leaning close. “S’gonna be even better when you have the real thing one day.” He kisses Jey’s cheek softly, and Jey can feel himself blush.

It’s a dream he hadn’t let himself think about in a long time, not since the hell in a cell match that left him powerless and subservient to Roman. He could pretend things were okay while he and Jimmy held the tag championships, but now that they’re gone? It felt like another far off dream, but one he could visualize all the same.

But Roman’s growled threats came back to his mind. Would it be worth it? To try and break free and be his own man if it put not just himself but also Sami in danger?

“Come back to me, Jey,” Sami’s voice is gentle, and it breaks him out of his thoughts. “We’ve had such a good day, we don’t have to talk about it now.”

“Should though,” He replies, finding his mouth dry.

“Okay,” Sami guides him over to the couch, lacing their fingers together. “Let’s talk then. What did Roman say to you last night? After you apologized.”

Jey swallows thickly, “He uh, he said if we don’t make it right, bring the belts back, that I know what happens then. If we-if I don’t.”

“Which is?” Sami asks patiently.

“People get hurt,” Jey stares down at their hands. “You, probably. Jimmy, for sure. Maybe even Solo, don’t know where he’d stop.”

Sami’s grip on his hand gets tighter, and he sighs. “I wasn’t sure about how to bring this up with you, Jey, but I think this is the best time I’m gonna get. I don’t want to go back to the bloodline.”

Jey feels his stomach fall to the floor, his head snapping up to look at Sami. “What you mean, Sami?”

“Even before I got taken out, that last month, all the stuff with Kevin,” Jey’s mouth sours at the mention of Sami’s former friend. “And the trial? I appreciate everything you did for me, but I don’t know how much longer I could have withstood it. I was staying for you, but then with the injury, I’ve had a lot of time to think and watch.”

Sami places his free hand on Jey’s face and he can’t help but lean into it.

“Jey, baby, that’s not what family is supposed to be like. I know you love your brothers, and I know your feelings about Roman are complicated. I can’t go back and watch him keep treating you like that.”

“But Sami-“

“If I go back to the Bloodline when I’m cleared, all the stuff you’re scared about is gonna happen. Roman will try to break us apart. And I don’t want that. I don’t wanna scare you or anything,” He laughs nervously. “But I wanna be by your side for a long time. I’m serious about this. About us.”

Jey’s heart beats loudly in his chest, and he fights against the urge to hide.

“Me too,”

Sami’s smile lights up the room. “Good, I hoped so. We can figure out the particulars later, we have time with the PT I have to do on this leg. But I think we should leave together. Maybe we take your brothers with us if they’ll come, but Roman can’t use us against each other as long as we’re on the same page.”

Jey mulls it over in his head, it would be risky, but even the thought of escaping with Sami relaxes the tension in his back.

“I gotta convince Jimmy,” He says, “Roman choked him out once, he’ll do it again. I don’t know about Solo.”

“I mean I’d prefer to have Solo on our side,” Sami jokes. “Not too keen to feel that spike, honestly.”

Jey laughs, remembering his younger brothers words. “Facts, but uh. That reminds me. Solo caught me in the locker room, he knows. ‘Bout us.”

“Oh?”

“Ye, apparently he saw us in the lobby. He said he was okay wit’ it. Asked if you kept the bear he sent you.”

“Of course I kept Mr. Snuggles!” Sami protests. “I’m glad he didn’t give you a hard time about it.”

“Me too,” Jey says, letting his thumb rub against the back of Sami’s hand. “I really wanna tell ‘em. All of ‘em. If we get away from Roman.”

“We will,” Sami pulls him in for a kiss. “I promise. You’re not gonna have to be afraid anymore.”

Jey nods, letting his forehead rest against Sami’s.

“Bet you’re as sleepy as I am, huh?” Sami asks. “Lets go to bed, yeah?”

All Jey has energy for is a soft, “Yeet,” and he lets Sami guide him by the hand back into the bedroom.

Sami strips him gently, with no pressure or heat, giving him gentle kisses. He returns the favor, helping Sami with his clothes and helping him up onto the bed before he climbs in too.

They spoon again, Sami settling in and Jey wrapping his arms around him, lacing their fingers again.

Sami brings their hands to his lips, kissing each of Jey’s knuckles. “I love you so much,” He whispers into the night air when he returns their hands to his stomach.

Jey feels tears prick at his eyes again, and he kisses the back of Sami’s neck so softly. “You too,” It’s the most he can manage right now, but it’s enough.

Jey sleeps peacefully, no nightmares to speak of. For the second time he wakes up to the smell of Sami surrounding him, and he thinks he might like to wake up like this for the rest of his life.

When he cracks his eyes open the other man is facing him, watching him with a soft gaze.

“Damn, baby,” Jey yawns, “How long you been watchin’ me sleep?”

Sami shakes his head, “Not long.” He scooches closer and presses a quick kiss to Jey’s lips. “Good Morning,” He giggles.

How is Jey ever supposed to resist this man?

“Good Mornin’ to you too,” Jey kisses him again, and that kiss turns into another, then another, getting lost in each other.

Jey rolls them both so he’s on top, deepening the kiss and feeling the slick guide of their dicks against each other. He pulls back for a moment to get his breath and Sami fixes him with a look.

“Hey Jey?”

“Ye?”

“Have you ever, uh, you know? Bottomed?” Sami looks nervous and it alarms Jey more than the question. They haven’t exactly talked about Jey’s sexuality or previous experiences, but Jey never wants Sami to be afraid of him.

Jey gives him a sweet kiss and falls back onto his side to give Sami some room to breathe. “Firs’ off, you ain’t never gotta be nervous to ask me about stuff like that, okay Sami?”

Sami nods, a smile gracing his face again and it settles Jey’s mind.

“Good, and far as that goes, uh no. Can’t say that I have, but-“ He pauses, licking his lips. “I’ve…experimented by myself here n’ there.”

“Oh really?”

“Ye- uh, couldn’t do too much the last few weeks, been sharin’ rooms with Jimmy and he’s a nosy bitch. But before ‘Mania?” His voice lilts up, and Jey can feel his face heating up.

Sami gets in close again. “Baby, were you fingering yourself thinking ‘bout me?”

Jey nods, thinking about the handful of nights when he had a single room, the awkward trip to a CVS to get lube, and the memories of Sami’s voice on the phone that sent him over the edge each time. It shouldn’t be embarrassing to discuss considering he’d done the same thing to Sami just the day before, but he finds himself blushing all the same.

“Not gonna lie to you, that’s really fuckin’ hot.” Sami kisses him, and it’s filthy, his tongue plunging into Jey’s mouth.

Their hips crash together mindlessly seeking friction, and Jey’s dick is already so hard. One of his late night fantasies floats to the front of his mind, and it’s worth a shot. After all he just told Sami not to be afraid to ask for things.

“Do- do you want me to ride you?” Jey gets the words out and he’s quite proud of himself.

The look Sami is giving him goes straight to his dick. “You’re asking me if I want to watch you bounce on my dick?”

“…that a yes?” Jey teases.

Sami rolls his eyes. “Yes, you dork.” They meet again in a series of feverish kisses and Jey reaches back to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube they’d left there while Sami watches. “You know what I want?” He asks.

“What?”

“Wanna watch you work yourself open, wanna see what you did on those nights when you were thinking about me.” Sami’s grin is mischievous but Jey isn’t complaining.

Jey moves away from Sami, taking a pillow with him to kneel in the middle of the bed, lube in hand. If Sami wants a show, he’s gonna get a show. He uncaps the bottle, pouring a healthy amount onto his fingers and reaches behind himself to circle at his hole, arching his back.

He sinks his middle finger in, letting out a moan at the stretch. Jey brings his other hand to his cock, stroking it slowly. “Was fuckin’ torture, Sami. Would be talkin’ on the phone to you, listenin’ to your voice. The times I was in a room to myself, my dick would get hard jus’ hearin’ you.” He adds another finger, keeping his eyes on Sami’s. “Sometimes I’d touch my dick, had to keep quiet so you ain’t hear me, like it was a game. But it wasn’t enough.”

Sami is enthralled, staring at the space between Jey’s legs where his fingers disappear inside of him. “Doin’ so good baby, fuck. Tell me more.”

“Went to the store, got some stuff, waited a while for the right time.” His fingers brush against his prostate and a moan slips out between words. “Wasn’t too sure ‘bout it at first, but then it started to feel real good, and…” Jey spreads the fingers inside himself, feeling the pleasure like it was the first time all over again. “Pictured you, doin’ it to me instead. Gettin’ me ready for you, thought ‘bout how you’d look when you fuck me, f-fuck-“

Sami’s fist curls around his own cock, stroking in time with Jey’s fingers going in and out. “Tell me how it feels.”

Jey pauses, trying to catch his breath before sliding a third finger inside. “Full, feels so full, didn’t even know ‘was empty before. Didn’t know what I was missin’. Fuck please, Sami-“

Jey’s hips stutter between his hands and he knows he’s ready, pulling out his fingers and whining.

“S’okay baby, gonna make it better, come here,” Sami helps him move forward into his arms, lining Jey up with his cock.

Jey feels that delicious pressure, the sweet feeling of Sami nestled against the most intimate part of him, before sinking down. He feels every inch of Sami entering him, feels the heat of him inside and it’s everything he dreamed about. He tips his head back, lost in the sensation.

Sami buried his face into Jey’s shoulder, gripping him tightly. “Jey baby, taking me so good, can’t wait to fuck you the way you deserve, gonna make you feel it for days.”

“I know, s’okay Sami, feels so good just like this, makin’ you feel good.” He lifts his hips experimentally and the spongy head of Sami’s dick drags against his prostate and Jey barely contains himself from immediately coming all over their stomachs.

Jey rests his head against Sami’s for a moment, adjusting and catching his breath. He flexes internally, letting his muscles ripple around the intrusion inside of him and Sami moans in response, a long drawn out, “Fuuuuuuck.” And Jey can’t resist the urge to giggle.

When he finally feels like he’s not about to immediately blow his load, Jey starts to move, flexing his calves and bouncing on his knees while he rolls his hips. The slide of Sami’s hard dick against his inner walls is addictive, and it fuels him as he moves.

He has to remind himself that this is supposed to be about Sami’s pleasure too, lost as he is in his own experience.

“I-is it good, baby? You feel good? God, m’so close already.” Jey feels like a virgin again, overwhelmed and unsure of his every move.

Sami nods in response, and it strikes Jey that this might be the first time he’s actually left Sami speechless.

Jey starts moving faster, grinding his hips down to hit his prostate each time, his breaths coming quicker and quicker as he comes closer to his release. The ball of tension in his stomach is hot and tight, both familiar and different and he’s becoming desperate.

Suddenly Sami’s hand is wrapped around Jey’s cock, giving a few quick strokes and that’s all he needs. Jey comes with a loud cry, shaking apart around Sami and coating Sami’s soft stomach in hot ropes of cum.

Jey’s coming down, boneless after his orgasm, when Sami’s hips grind up and he feels the dick inside of him twitch and fill him up. If he hadn’t literally just cum it might be enough to get him going again, but as such his dick only gave a pathetic little twitch.

Jey lifts himself up, feeling bereft when Sami’s dick flops out of him. But then Sami’s arms are wrapping him into a warm tight embrace, pulling them both back down onto the bed.

When they both get comfortable, Sami presses a kiss to Jey’s cheek. “Holy. Shit.”

“Yee,” Jey giggles, unable to form any other coherent thought.

“Was it everything you thought?”

Jey nods again, content. “Ye.”

They stay wrapped up in each other for a while before finally getting up to start their day with a shower. The weather is nice, sunny and not unbearably warm, so they decide to go check out the beach.

Jey puts together some sandwiches and loads up a cooler with drinks and snacks. Thankfully he thought ahead when he packed for the trip, so he’s dressed in a pair of bright blue hoochie daddy swim shorts that show off his thighs and ass. He throws on a cropped tank top for the drive and douses himself in his favorite tanning oil as he waits for Sami to emerge from the bedroom.

The door opens revealing Sami in long board shorts and an oversized bloodline tee shirt, every inch of exposed skin covered in a layer of SPF.

“Nawww-“ Jey starts, “You mean I don’ even get to enjoy the view?”

Sami glares at him. “Not unless you want me to be a lobster when we return. Sun poisoning is real!”

Jey can’t really relate, his skin is made for the sun, never been burnt a day in his life, but he also doesn’t want Sami hurting later. He kisses Sami’s pout away, “Don’t you worry, we’ll put up a big ole’ umbrella, and I’ll rub sunscreen all over you.” Jey lays on all the charm he has, and Sami is struggling.

“You know, we actually should get out the door before you ogle me.” Sami laughs, but he kisses Jey back just as hungrily.

They finally do make it out the door and into the car, headed in the direction of a private beach. Roman and Paul might be an annoyance but it’s nice to be able to call in some favors.

The beach is fairly empty, only a handful of other people along the shore and splashing in the beautiful water. True to his word, Jey sets up a large umbrella and sets out some beach towels and chairs, turning the spot in the sand into a little oasis for the two of them. Sami sits down with a book and retrieves a drink from the cooler, settling in for a bit while Jey discards his crop top and takes off for the water.

The waves are on the chilly side, but he doesn’t hesitate as he gets out to waist then chest deep water, dunking his head under to get used to it as quickly as possible.

The sun is warm, so the water feels refreshing rather than punishingly cold. Jey swims around for a bit, enjoying the freedom of movement that he feels while swimming. It takes him back to his childhood, playing in the water with his brothers and even Roman before things got so complicated.

He takes a big breath and drops below the surface, letting his body become heavy and relaxes in the quiet underwater. He feels the ache in his body still from that morning, how Sami filled him up so completely. There’s a twinge in his knees from the exertion of taking him in and out of his body. These little reminders in his body of their relationship and how they feel for each other.

Jey resurfaces and looks back at Sami on the beach, who had clearly been watching for him to come back out of the water. Sami waves at him excitedly, grinning like a child, and it’s so cute that Jey can barely stand it. He’s only been away from Sami’s side for 15 minutes max and he already misses him. They’re adults with demanding schedules, he knows realistically that he can’t monopolize Sami’s time forever and they need to have their own space at times, but he can’t think of a single thing he wants to do in his life that wouldn’t be made better by Sami at his side.

He never thought he’d find this, growing up as a twin, Jimmy has always been that person that he shared everything with, no girlfriend had ever compared. But then Sami came barreling into his life, unexpected and so full of life, believing in him, pushing him to be better, making each moment worth being in.

Jey swims back towards the shore, his eyes on Sami and a smile on his face. He shakes the water off of himself as he walks up onto the beach, already feeling the sun begin to dry him off. The vain part of him knows how good he must look with water dripping off of him, the sun on his skin, and his soaking wet shorts clinging to his thighs. He doesn’t even have to wonder if Sami is watching, eyes trained on the ginger’s hanging open mouth.

He crosses the remaining distance quickly, but he weaves his head and shoulders back and forth, pursing his lips and making Sami laugh. He crashes down onto his knees when he hits the edge of their beach towels, making a show of crawling the rest of the way to Sami’s feet before Jey props himself up on Sami’s knees.

“Heyyyy,”

“Hey yourself,” Sami’s eyes crinkle in delight.

Jey pushes himself up, meeting Sami’s lips and kissing him, slow and unhurried, before returning to his perch at Sami’s knees.

“Miss me that much?”

Jey just nods before resting his cheek on his arms, staring at Sami with what has to be the most disgustingly enamored look on his face.

“Are you just gonna sit there lookin’ at me?” Jey sees the beginning of a blush on Sami’s cheek and it’s certainly not deterring him.

“Thought ‘bout it,” He says. “But then I was thinkin’, I told you earlier I was gon’ rub you all over wit’ sunscreen. And I think I wanna do that.”

Sami makes a show of rolling his eyes but he sits forward, jostling Jey from his knees and pulls his shirt up over his head. “Where do you want me?”

“Anywhere I can get you, baby, what you mean?” Jey can’t resist teasing him.

Sami laughs, but Jey is caught up in the sight of Sami’s soft chest and belly revealed to him, pale and milky in the sunlight. He watches intently as Sami gently lowers himself onto the towels, moving to lay on his stomach, exposing the full expanse of his back.

Jey grabs the tube of sunscreen absentmindedly, squirting a generous amount in his hand before slathering it on, savoring the soft give of Sami’s skin. He takes his time, making sure every inch of his delicate skin is covered. As much as Jey enjoys this for the closeness he’d getting, it’s also similar to the joy he gets from cooking for him, in being able to care for Sami.

At first he’d thought that satisfaction came from repaying Sami, settling the debt for all the blows the other man had taken for him and his family. But he realizes now that it just makes him happy to see Sami happy.

When he deems Sami’s back to be thoroughly coated in SPF, he drops a quick kiss to Sami’s hair and says, “Flip, babe,”

“You don’t have to-“ Sami starts, but he rolls as instructed and breaks off into a moan when Jey’s hands go immediately to his tits, squeezing gently. “Jey!”

Jey just grins, flicking at each of Sami’s nipples with his thumbs, rubbing them to stiff peaks. “What’s a matter, baby?” he feigns innocence. “Just takin’ care of you like you asked.”

“You don’t even have sunscreen!”

He raises his eyebrows in fake surprise. “Oh damn, how did that happen?” His hands wander on Sami’s skin, moving down from his tits to the softness of his belly, tracing the stretch marks as he goes. Jey dips his head to blow a raspberry into the belly rolls, causing Sami to shriek and shake with laughter.

“Jey!” He protests again, but there’s no heat behind it.

“Sorry, Sami- just look so appetizin’,” He presses a few more kisses to Sami’s stomach before finally getting the sunscreen, lathering his hands and rubbing him down. Jey takes his time again, more massaging Sami than just covering him in lotion. He takes special care with the stretch marks, making sure the delicate skin is covered.

By the time he’s done, Sami has all but melted into the sand, looking completely relaxed with his eyes closed. Rather than disturb him, Jey continues on, rubbing lotion into each of Sami’s legs and the tops of his feet. When he’s finally satisfied with his work, he curls up beside the sleeping man on the towel, resting his head on his chest. He listens to the sound of Sami’s breathing and the steady thrum of his heart beating in his chest, along with the distant sound of waves.

They lounge on the beach for the majority of the day, Jey taking breaks every now and again to go into the water, though he does get Sami in once.

They pack up as the sun sets over the water, hand in hand as they walk back to the car.

It’s another perfect day, bookended by the two of them wrapped up in each other.

The remaining days of Jey’s vacation go in much the same way. One morning Jey takes Sami apart with his tongue alone before taking him out to go fishing. The next day they cook at home, meaning that Jey does the cooking and Sami surprises him by appearing in the kitchen with an apron on and nothing else. (The food ends up burnt but only a little bit!)

They spend one luxurious day in bed all day, binging a garbage reality tv show that Sami loves and Jey pretends to hate. They eat leftovers and microwave popcorn and between the two of them put away enough beers to have them both loose and giggly. Jey puts the time to good use, on a mission to kiss every scar, freckle, and stretch mark on Sami’s body.

Jey feels their window of time slipping away, but is determined to enjoy every minute of it. His worries and anxieties can wait for his flight back to real life where he still has a job to do, where Sami can’t always be by his side.

His flight leaves in the late evening on Thursday, so they have one last dinner together and Jey really wants to make it special.

He spent the morning trying to commit the exact feeling of Sami inside him to memory, riding him slow and steady and driving them both wild. It’s a good thing he’s only scheduled for a promo the following night because it’s going to take a good few days for his body to recover from all the work he’s put it through on this trip.

Jey splurges on some expensive cuts of steak and makes what he feels is an adequate attempt at a fancy french potato recipe, taking his time in the kitchen to make sure everything is just right.

He sends Sami out to the store to get a bottle of wine for them to share, and dresses up the table with a tablecloth he finds in the closet and some candles.

Sami is delighted when he returns home to find dinner ready and some soft music playing on the tv. It feels like dinner in a fancy restaurant but in the comfort of their home.

Jey uncorks the wine and they both dig in.

“This is the best aligot I’ve ever had, no joke!” Sami smiles after stuffing his face full of the cheesy goodness. ”Merci beaucoup, mon chou.” He kisses Jey’s nose, and Jey decides the 30 minutes he spent stirring cheese into mashed potatoes was definitely worth it.

They finish the meal and Jey tidies the kitchen before sitting down on the couch with Sami. His bags are packed and by the door, but he has about an hour or so before he needs to leave for the airport and he’s not going to waste a second of them away from Sami.

He reclines, stretching out his legs and beckoning Sami between them. They lay there together for a minute without saying anything, Jey’s arms wrapped tight around Sami’s torso with their hands intertwined.

He opens his mouth to speak, but Sami beats him to the punch.

“M’gonna miss you,” The words are quiet, just above a whisper in their shared space. Sami pulls their hands to his lips and kisses Jey’s skin.

Jey plants a kiss in Sami’s hair, “Gonna miss you more, for real.”

There’s another beat of quiet before Sami speaks again.

“What are you gonna do about Roman?” His voice is hesitant, like he already knows what Jey will say.

It hurts his heart as he mulls it over for a moment. “Honestly, I dunno,” He shakes his head. “Gonna try to get the belts back first, me n’ Jimmy’s standin’ without ‘em is rough enough as it is. And I wanna punch that dickhead Holland in the face.”

“You gonna tell Jimmy?”

“I want to,” Jey starts. “I want to so bad, Sami. I wanna take you ‘round to my folks. Let you meet the real bloodline, not just what Roman says we are.”

“I’d like that,” Jey can hear the smile in Sami’s voice.

“I’ll talk to him soon- Solo knowin’ will help, I think.”

“Give him a hug from me, will you? He needs more hugs and less of Roman’s mind games.”

Jey laughs, “Think I can do that.”

It’s quiet again for a moment, and Jey tightens his grip on Sami. Thinking about what’s coming in the next few months scares the shit out of him, but he knows it needs to be done. Sami is worth every amount of trouble this is going to cause, the life he wants to build with him will be worth it.

“Promise you, Sami, I’m gonna make this right. We gonna get away from Roman and he ain’t never gonna lay a finger on you.”

“I know,” Sami says simply, turning to face him. “He’ll have to get through Main Event Jey Uso first.”

That gets a laugh out of Jey, and the tension drops out of his shoulders. They continue to talk, but the subjects are much less maudlin, Sami going on about how good dinner was and how excited he is to have another freezer full of Jey’s food to keep him going.

Before he knows it, the clock is chiming and bringing their time to an end. Sami gets up from the couch, reaching back to help him up from the couch, and Jey can feel the prickle of tears threatening to form in his eyes and he chokes it back as he puts on his backpack.

Sami lets out a sigh, clearly struggling himself. “Please let me know when you get into the airport, and any other point in between.”

“M’still gonna call you every night.” Jey pulls Sami into his arms again, unwilling to let him go.

“I’d be sad if you didn’t,” Sami replies into his neck. “Love you, Jey.”

Jey feels a tear fall down his cheek, and he hugs Sami even tighter. “You too, Sami.”

Jey kisses him softly, a sweet brush of their lips. His phone alerts him to his uber arriving, and he feels his heart breaking.

Sami pulls back and holds his hand. “Punch Holland in the face for me.”

“You got it, baby.” Jey squeezes his hand, wishing he could just stay a little longer, to keep them in this perfect bubble of happiness. But there would be more happiness on the other side, once they got to it, and he should have more breaks coming up in the next few months to come back and be here with Sami again.

The car outside honks it’s horn and Jey really needs to leave. He gives Sami one more quick kiss and heads out the door.

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Next time- The Uso's VS the Brawling Brutes at Payback and probably a bit more lol

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Darktail

Now class, what is something cult leaders are known for?

If you said: Many wives for more power and control over their cult; you would be right. Go get a cookie, you deserve it.

Now, Darktail is no exception with his Kin. They swear ultimate loyalty to him and worship him. He took many mates and sired quite a few children before his watery death. He never met them, though. He did not care for his brides at all.

99% of these kits resemble the many cats of Darktail's family tree. For reference: Mudclaw is Onestar's father, and Smoke is Scourge's sister: Ruby.

The first of Darktail's Brides is Shell, a pale gray tabby molly with darker gray legs, is the first one. Her kits are Wolf and Ice.

Wolf is a dark gray tabby tom with green eyes (Gray tabby from Ryestalk). He is cold and introverted, not wanting to be part of things. He is quietly murderous.

Ice is a white tom with huge amber eyes (Amber eyes from Mudclaw). He is mean and ruthless, a supporter of Dawnstrike (further down) and getting into trouble for attention. He is a bully, but not a killer.

The second Bride is Dusk, a dark tortoiseshell molly with blue eyes and a pink collar, a kittypet who joined into The Kin. Her kits are Haze, Whistle, Lion, and Adder.

Haze is a short furred gray molly with blue eyes (Gray fur from Quince and Smoke, blue eyes from Darktail and Smoke). She was spoiled as a baby by her mother who preferred her over her independent brothers. She is a baby who never gets told no and throws tantrums. When The Kin is finally destroyed, she breaks down until the Protagonist of that arc helps her find a twoleg home, and she is renamed Storm.

Whistle is a ginger tabby tom with one green eye and one yellow eye (Ginger tabby from Jake, green eye from Jake, yellow eye from Woollytail). His name sounds sweet but he hates the Clan Cats and wants them all to suffer for killing his father. He is hateful and rude to everyone.

Lion is a mottled dark brown tabby tom with black spots on his back, long, soft fur and amber eyes (Fur from Onestar, spots from Darktail, eyes from Quince). He is a little gentlemen, in love with Pineapple Jr. He wants to leave with her, and does. They join Shadowclan, Lion transitions to female, becoming Morningwish. (Pineapple Jr becomes Pineapple as a normal name)

Adder is a white molly with long legs and a long black tail, with yellow eyes and wide shoulders (white fur and black tail from Darktail, long legs and tail as a reference to Tallstar, yellow eyes and wide shoulders from Woollytail). She is quiet, and sadistic. She thinks a certain someone is going to lead the Kin to victory.

The third Bride is Missy, the gray molly who flees without a fight, an ex-kittypet who runs off and sneaks home during AVOS - She leaves behind a single kitten.

Hound. A huge black and white tom with icy blue eyes and massive paws (Black and white fur actually from Palebird, size, eyes and paws from Darktail). Hound is a brute, convinced that his mother abandoned him for not being strong enough. He bullies Smoke (further down) constantly.

The final is Sleekwhisker. Of all Darktail's Brides, she would be considered the most devoted. She has 5 kits, but not all of them survive.

The first is a ginger and white tom who was stillborn named Juniper after her old friend (Fur from Jake and Darktail). Sleekwhisker mildly wishes he had lived.

The second is a tortoiseshell molly who dies young to sickness named Mouse, she looks like Tawnypelt. Sleekwhisker did not care about her at all, most likely why she died.

The third is a small yellow tabby molly named Dawnstrike, after Sleekwhisker's mother and brother. She looks just like Sleekwhisker. She will do anything to please her unattentive mother. She is desperate for a approval from anyone. She joins Riverclan as a Mediator.

The fourth is a tiny, long furred gray tom with a black foot named Smoke (Long gray fur from Smoke, black foot from Darktail). Sweet and gentle, she is Sleekwhisker's least favorite child by far, only spared from being killed by her peers due to being of 'Darktail's sacred blood'.

The fifth is... Darktail. Darktail's own heir named after him. He looks exactly like his father, only with one blue eye, and one amber eye. He is Sleekwhisker's favorite child, and prepped to be the next Darktail, but he wants to just be a normal cat with his siblings.

[shhhhimwatchingthis]

Horror/pop culture influences to the Hatchetfieldverse

As a disclaimer i have not listened to every talkback or livestream in its entirety and this is not in any way meant to be The Definitive, Master, Absolutely The Only Right List list. this is just me sharing some horror knowledge and where I think influences lie. please feel free to add on to this list!

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals: The biggest connection I can make is Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978) about aliens taking over the bodies of humans as part of a plot to invade earth. where the term "podperson" comes from

Black Friday: I know the premise is based on the real life Tickle Me Elmo craze in 1994. (people trampling each other for the doll) in terms of pop culture the evil/haunted doll is a trope as seen in Chucky (1978) and Annabelle (2014). Wiggly is an eldritch being, the black and white, the cults, madness (we'll get into eldritch later)

Nightmare Time: So many nightmare time episodes give B-horror vibes and I love it

The Hatchetfield Ape Man: what B horror is made of. I love how retro this one feels even as it takes place in the modern day timeline (Ted and Hidgens are in it, there's a mention of texting and Ted's pornhub premium account, and yet Lucy feels like a such a period character) feels like an old B creature movie (the creature from the black lagoon comes to mind)

Watcher World: to an extent haunted amusement park is a trope (hell its in classic scooby doos) loved ones turning on each other and possesion/influence is seen in a lot of paranormal horror (the conjuring 2, the exorcist) illusion based horror is done really well is Mike Flanagan's Oculus (2013)

Forever and Always: the android and the clone plots feels like classic SF. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep/Blade Runner (1982) Philip K Dick style sci-fi.

Time Bastard: the song itself is a James Bond tribute. a time loop is a great storytelling frame that can cross genres, although the ImplicationsTM always hover around horror. Groundhog Day (1993) is the classic timeloop example, if more lighthearted.

Jane's a Car: this is Stephen King all the way baby. Christine (1983) is novel/film about a killer car, the owner of said car's growing obsession with it, and the cars violent protective but deadly nature

The Witch in the Web: this is trickier for me. the witch is an ancient trope and Willabella Muckwab is a classic witch in the woods. I mean thats fairytale, Hansel and Gretel, luring children stuff. Hannah as a psychic child, and a very powerful one feels very Stephen King, (Eleven from Stranger Things is the same type of character)

Nightmare Time Two

Honey Queen: In terms of the relationship between Linda and Zoe, Death Becomes Her (1992) comes to mind. theres just something about the ruthlessness of these two antiheros. also Gerald is a plastic surgeon much like the male protagonist of that film

Perky's Buds: okay the weed turning birds sentient i can't speak to but birds in horror is a trope for sure, Hitchcock's The Birds (1963) is perhaps the most famous. The Hatchetmen being portrayed as an insular dangerous hillbilly family is also a trope, seen in The Hills Have Eyes (1977) and Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)

Abstinence Camp: Ah, the slasher. quintessential modern horror. Abstinence Camp is probably most like Friday the 13th (1980) with both the summer camp setting and the focus on the chastity (or lack there of) of the teenagers and that being the reason for their deaths. (other famous slashers being Psycho (1960) Halloween (1978), and Scream (1996))

Daddy: Peter pan syndrome or the forever child reminds me a bit of The Orphan (2013) though I admit that's not exactly the dynamic here. creepy child forcing a relationship is the twist in Ginger Snaps 2 (2004). cults spring up ALOT in hatchetfield, specifically the idea of wealthy elite worshipping the lords in black in exchange for power. this is an eldritch trope, as seen below.

Killer Track: satanic rock music or music that drives teenagers to the devil is an old panic. In terms of pop culture the premise of the cursed song itself (listen and you die unless you force other people to listen) is The Ring (2001, for the American remake) in The Ring a cursed video kills the watcher in 7 days, unless they show the tape to someone else.

Yellow Jacket: children fighting in death matches is popular now because of The Hunger Games, although the dystopian tropes roots of this is seen earlier in Battle Royale (2000) or The Long Walk (1979) (hello AGAIN Stephen King).

hatchetfield in general: the spooky town/weird town/horror town is a personal favourite trope of mine and hatchetfield qualifies. also seen in Welcome to Night Vale (2012) and the cartoon Gravity Falls (2012) to name only two. Also the ever iconic Twin Peaks (1990)

eldritch horror: the center of hatchetfield lore is the Lords in Black and they're eldeitch horror, that is massive, almost unknowable and incomprehensible extra-demensionsal beings whose scale and power to humanity is like an ant and a boot (we're the ants). explored in the works of HP Lovecraft (most famously The Call Of Cthulhu) but an enduring branch of horror in its own right. Common staples include another dimension(s) where the creatures are from (the black and white in our case) , cults worshipping the Beings for power (the starry children, Linda's wiggly cult) and madness or a corruptive influence. a great modern example is The Magnus Archvies

other influences: saw a Mariah Rose Faith tweet that said she was watching Evil Dead and could see the hatchetfield influences and yeah, the Evil Dead (1981) trilogy is very campy, very self referential horror with a starkid like sense of humor (there's a Toronto musical version Evil Dead Live that is Very Starkid, its infamous for having a "splash zone" where if you're an audience member sitting in those seats you WILL be covered in fake blood)

scream, similar to above, very meta, mixes of comedy and horror.

bonus: Hey Melissa: while not exactly the same reminds me of Misery (1990) about a woman who comes across her favourite author in a car accident, she rescues him and cares for him...and then won't let him leave. body horror, capture,obsession its all there. also based ON ANOTHER STEPHEN KING BOOK GOD DAMN IT.

what horror do you see in hatchetfield? what did I miss? let me know!

EDIT: Nerdy Prudes Must Die: Bullied teenagers getting revenge on the popular kids who tormented them: Carrie (1976 for the film) (what's up Stephen King, pull up a chair), also Heathers (1988). A group of teenagers covering up a bad thing they did and being picked off by the person they wronged is also a trope, seen in I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997) Nerdy Prudes is also the first stage show to include The Black Book. The black book, a grimoire or spellbook of edrtich knowledge reminds me of the Necronomicon. The Necronomicon was introduced to pop culture by HP Lovecraft, it appears in multiple of his own works, and then later in works by different creators, including The Evil Dead films. Lovecraft loved the idea of the Necronomicon appearing in other peoples work, as it built up a collective horror/eldritch mythology within our culture. Its appearance in so many works, has cemented the Cursed book/Book of The Dead/within pop culture.

[notshellstrop]

writers on tumblr or tv shows maniacs or even better both, assemble. i need your help ASAP.

see, there is my oc and she needs a cast because i can't live without edits of her. but she has those features many actresses don't have so finding a cast for her is a living nightmare.

she has very short very messy curly red hair, but color isn't as important as texture and hairstyle. she's very masc, and when i say 'very' i mean 'her love interest thought she's a boy at first and she didn't even do anything for it' way of masc. she wears baggy clothes and untied shoes and she probably showers not every week and i love this teenage dirtbag so much.

she's 19 or something near that. the closest match i've found yet is eleven s2, but she's literally a baby there and for terry it's not the best option. like. look at this. a baby.

so... if you remember any show or movie or anything that has a girl (or afab) with this vibes . please tell me. if she's also ginger or has freckles i'll just worship you you're a deity to me at this point but even if she hasn't i'll be so, so happy.

i just wanna marauders thing with people who exist only in my head, is it too much to ask?