#sopping wet cat behavior

[kings-catastrophe]

I'm pretty sure I've said this but in all my years of owning cats (which is my whole life. I have not gone a single moment in my life without owning a cat), one of the kitties I have now has the most PATHETIC sounding meows I have ever heard. She sounds like she's on the verge of tears every time she meows

[thegreatyin]

y'know in hindsight i think michael might be the only ""villain oc"" i have that's not like. actively pathetic in some capacity

[least-transmcytshowdown]

Joel Smallishbeans:

Submitted for: Hermitcraft, Third Life, Last Life, Double Life, Limited Life, Secret Life, Wild Life, Empires SMP Season 1, Empires SMP Season 2

Headcanons: Transmasc, he/they; Trans man, he/him; Genderfluid, any pronouns; Trans masc, it/he/she; Transmasc Genderfluid, he/any; Identity not specified, they/he

Propaganda: “He’s just a silly little terracotta man with only a vague understanding of human gender he tries to impersonate but fails at.”

“Lizzie and Joel are a t4t bi4bi couple in [the submitter’s] heart. Lizzie transfem (she/her) Joel transmasc+gender fluid (he/any).”

“Basically anywhere you see him. Just like, the constant ‘Ooh i'm so manly, the manliest, I’m so tall and strong and handsome,’ and always insisting that he’s really tall despite being super short and the way his voice will sometimes get all high and squeaky these are all very transmasc coded things. He’s one of us, okay, he’s got the vibes, trust, he’s got our humor. Every time he goes mining on Hermitcraft there is always a caption that’s like ‘straight white male mining content’ which is more of his constant need to assert how macho and manly he is and in double life he says he’s not going to get in the pool cause he’s ‘ashamed of his Minecraft body’ which is very trans behavior. He’s got that confidence he can wear a dress for mcc and still know he’s a man which is very transmasc cause other men just got handed it, but we afab men have to look at masculinity and go ‘yeah that’s me’ and then make sure everyone knows it like that’s how you know being trans isn’t a choice because men kinda suck and I still went out and actively was like um guys I’m actually a man sorry. Some days he’s cool with just throwing gender norms out the window and some days he feels the need to yell for the whole world and the next couple galaxies as well to hear that he’s DeFiNiTeLy NoT WeArInG a CoRsEt GeM. Can you tell [the submitter’s] projecting? Cause [they’re] projecting. You can pry this headcanon out of [their] cold dead hands lol.”

“He has fluctuating chest dysphoria so sometimes he doesn't bind and sometimes he does. His bad dysphoria days are rare enough that he's not gonna bother with top surgery.”

“Transmasc Joel Smallishbeans is everything to [the submitter] and [the submitter] like[s] to think that forming the bad boys is what made him plug the tv back on and turn the brightness to the max, like he went ‘Oh we’re bad boys?? Guess I’m finally a boy now!”

“Nonbinary bad boy Joel except he is not a boy.”

"First, [the submitter] think[s] she was raised as a gender that just. doesn't exist here. She was raised in Mezalea where how gender works is just. different and, because she has a beard, everyone assumed she was a man but she's NOT and in recent years has been figuring out her own identity and pronouns in a way she hasn't ever thought about before and also she and Lizzie are butch4femme, amen. Or bi4bi. Both? She’s a masculine person and she likes stuff like the bad boys because it's more of a title separate from her gender. She’s just a masculine woman, amen.”

“He's a sopping wet tanooki (cat /j) and [jizzie] are t4t bi4bi coded.”

“Joel hasn't been called girlfriend/wife/girl by his friends for NOTHING. Bro’s the definition of gender and he slays in a dress no matter what (in Minecraft and in irl)."

Joel Smallishbeans:

Submitted for: Hermitcraft, Third Life, Last Life, Double Life, Limited Life, Secret Life, Wild Life, Empires SMP Season 1, Empires SMP Season 2

Headcanons: Transmasc, he/they; Trans man, he/him; Genderfluid, any pronouns; Trans masc, it/he/she; Transmasc Genderfluid, he/any; Identity not specified, they/he

Propaganda: “He’s just a silly little terracotta man with only a vague understanding of human gender he tries to impersonate but fails at.”

“Lizzie and Joel are a t4t bi4bi couple in [the submitter’s] heart. Lizzie transfem (she/her) Joel transmasc+gender fluid (he/any).”

“Basically anywhere you see him. Just like, the constant ‘Ooh i'm so manly, the manliest, I’m so tall and strong and handsome,’ and always insisting that he’s really tall despite being super short and the way his voice will sometimes get all high and squeaky these are all very transmasc coded things. He’s one of us, okay, he’s got the vibes, trust, he’s got our humor. Every time he goes mining on Hermitcraft there is always a caption that’s like ‘straight white male mining content’ which is more of his constant need to assert how macho and manly he is and in double life he says he’s not going to get in the pool cause he’s ‘ashamed of his Minecraft body’ which is very trans behavior. He’s got that confidence he can wear a dress for mcc and still know he’s a man which is very transmasc cause other men just got handed it, but we afab men have to look at masculinity and go ‘yeah that’s me’ and then make sure everyone knows it like that’s how you know being trans isn’t a choice because men kinda suck and I still went out and actively was like um guys I’m actually a man sorry. Some days he’s cool with just throwing gender norms out the window and some days he feels the need to yell for the whole world and the next couple galaxies as well to hear that he’s DeFiNiTeLy NoT WeArInG a CoRsEt GeM. Can you tell [the submitter’s] projecting? Cause [they’re] projecting. You can pry this headcanon out of [their] cold dead hands lol.”

“He has fluctuating chest dysphoria so sometimes he doesn't bind and sometimes he does. His bad dysphoria days are rare enough that he's not gonna bother with top surgery.”

“Transmasc Joel Smallishbeans is everything to [the submitter] and [the submitter] like[s] to think that forming the bad boys is what made him plug the tv back on and turn the brightness to the max, like he went ‘Oh we’re bad boys?? Guess I’m finally a boy now!”

“Nonbinary bad boy Joel except he is not a boy.”

"First, [the submitter] think[s] she was raised as a gender that just. doesn't exist here. She was raised in Mezalea where how gender works is just. different and, because she has a beard, everyone assumed she was a man but she's NOT and in recent years has been figuring out her own identity and pronouns in a way she hasn't ever thought about before and also she and Lizzie are butch4femme, amen. Or bi4bi. Both? She’s a masculine person and she likes stuff like the bad boys because it's more of a title separate from her gender. She’s just a masculine woman, amen.”

“He's a sopping wet tanooki (cat /j) and [jizzie] are t4t bi4bi coded.”

“Joel hasn't been called girlfriend/wife/girl by his friends for NOTHING. Bro’s the definition of gender and he slays in a dress no matter what (in Minecraft and in irl)."

[onyourowndaisymae]

under where?

content + warnings: nsfw, x fem!reader, flashing, discussions of oral

prompt: "Imagine sitting across from the brothers and nonchalantly spreading your legs to reveal no underwear under your skirt. Just IMAGINE their reactions…" (via: @shyvien-obeyme)

there's a tension in the air, a mixture of seven different reactions to the same action. seven demons who knew their master had such a commanding presence, had fallen victim to "stay" time and time again-- yet here you are, bringing all of them to their knees without uttering a single word.

lucifer pales when your legs spread. a low, possessive growl threatens to rock his chest, but he swallows hard and averts his gaze. you can see his cheeks flush a little. he meets your gaze-- he's very determined to show you he doesn't see you as a piece of meat-- and opens his mouth to scold you for such vulgar behavior. but there's this heat in your gaze, almost inviting as your eyes smolder with want. his mouth closes. he takes another look between your spread legs. fuck. you're so wet it's obscene. were you really that needy, working yourself up like that over there? he can only imagine what's running through your head, what depraved thoughts linger beneath that cheshire smile. no matter. just say the word and he's whisk you away to his room, alone, ready to please his master until dawn breaks through the darkened skies.

mammon whines, the sound loud and uninhibited, his cheeks engulfing in flames-- yet he can't bring himself to be ashamed. it takes everything in him not to pounce on you. he wants to yell, too. why? why're you so comfortable spreading your legs like that in front of all his brothers, huh?! don't you know the kind of filthy thoughts running through their heads?! the conflicting feelings make his stomach flutter. he wants to close your legs, guarding your entrance like a dragon to its hoard, greedy to keep its greatest treasure private. but he also wants to fall to his knees in front of you. to wait for your permission before burying his face in your cunt, fucking you on his tongue in front of everyone. he's getting impatient now that the thought's entered his mind-- so can you please stop looking at him like that and let him touch you already, before he loses whatever mind he has left?

leviathan can feel his shame rush to his face, burning heat pooling at the back of his neck. it's embarassing how quickly his pants grow tight and cumbersome. this-- this is too much for him. he needs to hide away, now, burrowing into a fort of blankets in his bathtub until a century or two passes and he's sure everyone's forgotten about this moment in time. but he can't. because you're staring at him. your eyes crawl up his body, lingering on his shifty feet, his quivering hands, his tented pants-- your gaze makes his head spin. he's going to pass out if you keep watching him like that. you wet your lips briefly, eyes darting to meet his before your gaze falls between his legs again, and he swears to every authority in every realm that he can feel his cock throb in need. please say something, do something. either let him retreat to lick his wounds or ride him until he's a puddle of drool and slick underneath you.

satan's cheeks flush, but he keeps his gaze steady as he thoroughly observes your sopping wet cunt. he wants to think of something clever or witty to say, but his mouth is so dry and his brain is so fuzzy-- do you know what you do to him? he's aware that you're teasing him. it's frustrating. all these eyes on you, and yet you're only looking at him. like a cat that got the cream, you're smirking, lounging in your chair like he can't see the slick gathering around your entrance. it would be so easy for his finger to slip inside you, finger fucking you senseless until you're so sensitive you writhe and dig your nails into the arms of that chair. but that would be too easy, wouldn't it? no, you're teasing the avatar of wrath. while patience is not his favorite virtue, it will be the one he has tonight-- because the moment you're finally underneath him, he's going to toy with you as much as he wants, prowl around your exposed body until he decides to pounce. after all, you're the one who wanted to play cat and mouse.

asmodeus can feel his lips curl into a grin. oh, you naughty little thing! a giggle escapes his lips as he watches you with rapt attention. oh, that slippery little cunt of yours is so cute! would you mind if he got a closer look? he wants to bask in this moment. you're biting your bottom lip and grinning right back at him, and it takes everything in him not to break the tension by letting honey filth spew from his lustful lips. sure, there's a lot he could say, but don't actions speak louder than words? in that case, he wouldn't mind running his tongue along that pretty clit of yours to taste your slick himself. he can't think of a better way to express his love for you than to ravish you as thoroughly as the tried and true avatar of lust can. the room is delightfully hot and intense, making his head spin as surges of lust bounce off the walls. oh, darling, the anticipation is killing him-- won't you just share all the dirty thoughts caught in that pretty little head of yours?

beelzebub suddenly feels like he shouldn't be here. he notices the change in the air before he notices your legs spread, ever perceptive to the emotions of his loved ones. and all of those feelings lead him to you-- specifically, that wet spot between your legs that's got everyone so riled all of a sudden. it makes him nervous. at first, he worries you've exposed yourself on accident. he looks away as his cheeks turn pink, ashamed of how quickly his mind begins to wander. but then he hears you shuffling-- so naturally, he looks back at you-- to find you pulling your skirt up further, bunching it around your thighs to give everyone a clearer view. he realizes now that you want everyone to see your cunt. now he doesn't feel so bad about staring, about the groan sitting in the back of his throat. he'll never push, never question your motives or try to touch you without explicit permission, but he can't help the way his mouth waters and his erection stirs in his pants. and judging by the way you're staring at him like a five course meal, it seems you don't mind much either.

belphegor's eyes widen in shock, before a predatory grin engulfs his face. oh. you're in for it now. you've given the game away by exposing yourself as a needy whore, and it's clear from your haughty smirk that you think you've won this game. that's cute. but you're playing with demons-- manipulative, scheming, needy demons that'd do anything to bury themselves deep inside of the very hole you're so determined to tease them with. or maybe you're just teasing one particular demon. because your eyes linger on his just a bit too long to be coincidental, flitting away to the ground or a nearby wall before meeting his again. are you feeling nervous now? you should be. make no mistake-- he sees what you're doing here, and he's already thinking of ways to handle it. you're clearly getting aroused by all the attention. he wants to help, but he's just feeling so tired. you're already so prepped and eager-- maybe he should let you sink onto his cock in this very room? he's curious to see how well you can perform with an audience.

[for-those-who-wait]

Werewolf Hunter is so little, just a lil wet guy. Is there a reason for his size?

I love that he just looks like a lil dog, I feel others would be a bit surprised (Luz and Camila mainly) since this isn’t how werewolves typically look in media.

He is absolutely sopping wet. The wettest of tiny cat-dogs

Hunter's wolf form is pretty small due to malnourishment throughout childhood (and to a lesser extent, being in a cage for essentially all of the time spent in that form). His diet should consist of a lot of protein via meat, but Belos restricted his access to it since allowing Hunter to eat a proper and healthy diet was, in his opinion, facilitating beastly behaviors and tendencies. I also HC that Hunter has a pretty sensitive stomach anyway since he's the Grimwalker of a human, so he just doesn't eat well for a lot of his life (until Camila gets a hold of him and is like oh no baby your coat is so thin and dull and your nails are breaking you need some protein)

Hunter doesn't actually know what he looks like until TTT. He hears stories from Belos about how dangerous werewolves are and he does notice what few features of himself that he dares to look at (but for the most part he avoids looking at himself). He and Luz see a couple portraits of shifted Golden Guards while in Belos' mindscape, so they absolutely expect Hunter to look like the monsters they see in the portraits (which aren't accurate to how they actually appeared; they're what Belos' interpretations are of those occurrences). Hunter sees the portraits as assurance that he's a monster. Luz sees them as another "So what? You're still Hunter and also Belos is lame and stupid, you're not a monster no matter what he says"

Luz does expect him to be full-size like the portraits and has to do a doubletake when she sees a tiny dog curled up behind the toilet. I think Luz is the type of person to scour mythical creatures' Wikipedia pages, so I think she'd be familiar with the idea that werewolves could either be just wolf or more anthropomorphic, so I don't think she'd be as surprised on that front. Camila probably would be confused at first haha. I also had the idea that werewolves went extinct so long ago that most Boiling Isles residents assume they're just creatures of legend, similar to Grimwalkers. So the others would also be surprised haha

Thank you for the ask, sorry for the ramble!

Werewolf AU Masterpost

[pricegotmedickmatized]

welp polar bear!nikolai won the poll (by a landslide, btw, y'all wanna see him in the snow and i can't say i blame you) so here you go, have a polar bear!nikolai hybrid/shifter (idk the difference and at this point i'm too scared to ask sorry) with a fox!reader

polar bear!nikolai who's settled into his form as a hybrid. sometimes the hybrid point half between human and animal can look ill-fitting, even uncomfortable, but you'd swear that hybrids came to be just so Nikolai could be one. the build that's bigger than all other bear hybrids, uncomfortably so for the prey hybrids who spot him, thick muscle and a layer of fat to keep warm in the frigid Siberian winters he frequents for hibernation. the white fur on his jaw at his temples and the backs of his arms even the tops of his shoulders, the dark and steady gaze, the black tipped claws and the thick, sharp row of teeth. he doesn't move as quick as some bear hybrids do, and you count yourself fucking grateful for that, because he's by far the strongest

polar bear!nikolai who borders the bridge between traditional solitary hybrids (some big cats, other bears, etc) and the traditional group based hybrids (birds, wolves, even deer) because he truly likes it both ways. some solitary hybrids are forced to join large groups (Nik once had a pangolin bomb tech) and some pack minded hybrids are forced to solitary lives, and it can wreak absolute and undeniable havoc on their psyche. but not Nikolai. he's happy when he's been at his work, alone for days, not even technically interacting with anyone just by flying his plane or collecting quiet intelligence through dead drops from his network. he's just as happy with the 141 comes along and Soap and Gaz run circles around him for an hour, yipping and barking and wanting to play, and Ghost pretends to be put out that he has to scent the bear, and he and Price butt heads and growl a greeting like the brothers they are, as if they'd been raised on the same teat, and now they mother the same cubs

polar bear!nikolai who's felt a drive to mate, of course, it's an intrinsic evolutionary drive. it's natural, normal, healthy. he's just never thought that it went deeper than 'just instinct' for him. until he he gets an assistant. a fox hybrid, all fire bright red hair and fluffy tail, huge brown eyes, large ears constantly on a swivel, and far too fucking clever and inquisitive for her own goddamn good. he's spanked her before for sticking that cute nose into his business where he didn't want it, and at the time only held back from taking her up on her squirmy, teary-eyed pleas to make her feel better (cunt sopping wet, could smell her slick a mile away and in that tiny room with her it was a fucking bioweapon) by insisting she was too young for him. and that was still true, but maybe that's not a bad thing. maybe they can both get what they want, if he just gives in

polar bear!nikolai who, once decided that he wants a mate, knows immediately it could only ever be her. he doesn't believe in settling or compromising, not for this, he wants something as close to perfect as it can get while still being real, and he honestly wouldn't mind if they fought back just a little. he wants an equal who can challenge him as he grows older and more stubborn and harder to sway. which is exactly what his little vixen offers. he's borne her teasing and flirting and attempts at mating behavior (bringing him her hunts was a good fucking touch, though) with nothing but a rumble of appreciation, a kiss to the top of her head and praise down her ear for her cleverness or cunning, the same way he reacted to her actual work for him (when she earned it, though to be fair, she always ensured that she earned it), and then gone to his den to fist his cock. alone. but not any longer

polar bear!nikolai who calls her into his office, smirking appreciatively as he takes in her newest seductive tactic: a tight skirt barely covering her ass and the thinnest blouse he's ever seen in his life, thin enough to see the dark circles of her nipples, pert and straining for touch. he beckons her closer, watches with pride how her head spins, cunning eyes wide and bright when he yanks her into his lap and ties her hands together behind her back with a necktie. "If you can escape the knot without leaving my lap, you can have my cock as reward." "And if I don't? If I just get up and walk away?" he chuckles, the sound rolling like rock and he drinks in her whimper as he starts pawing her body like he owns it. because he does. (his money pays her bills. his money paid for her clothing, for the roof over her head, for her manicured nails, her italian shoes, everything. he owns her) "Then you will take my cock all the same, but you won't be allowed to cum, naughty vixen." she dangles the tie, hands free, smirking at him victoriously right after he finishes speaking "Give me my prize then."

polar bear!nikolai who's claws rip right through her clothes, leaving her startled and naked in his lap, and still trying to ride his cock through his pants, lust glazing over dark eyes as she starts to burn like a fire in his lap. he has her ride his cock in his chair, ignores the flash of surprise and doubt in her face when she sees it for the first time, and just yanks her down on it, forcing her to take him, growling through gritted teeth, clawing up the expensive arms of his tooled leather chair when it makes her cum, eyes tearing up. he doesn't go easy on her, but fools her into thinking she's the one in charge. lets her bounce on it to her hearts content, purring at her how good his clever fox looks, his perfect little vixen so tight and wet around him, she can cum whenever she wants. and she does, she does, so quick and so hot he begins to doubt if she's ever found real release before. but when she tires, it's his turn

polar bear!nikolai who puts her on her back on his desk when she's fucked out and cockdrunk, pouting because he hasn't cum yet, and he leans down, laughing softly, "You didn't think that I would be content with only a few measly little orgasms? I want my clever vixen to drown in pleasure." she trembles, finally starting to realize that she's been the prey all along, not he, as his heavy hands settle on her waist, gripping tight enough to bruise, cock throbbing as he forces her to take him balls deep, bullying her cervix, flirting heavily with causing her pain even as it gives him nothing but true fucking heaven. "My little wife will cum for me until I decide she has had enough. So lay back and take it as I breed you, won't you clever thing?" she tries to speak and he snaps his hips, making her eyes roll back, making him groan loud enough to rattle the windows in his office. "That's a good little wife. Just lay there and take your breeding, pretty vixen."

[dontbelasagnax]

To understand Obi-Wan, you have to understand that his reputation of being demure or a bitch are not mutually exclusive. In fact, I would say you can't have Obi-Wan without at least a little of both.

Obi-Wan is someone who always has a remark on the tip of his tongue. It's just his instinctual first reaction. Always some quip or bite of sarcasm. But the thing is, he knows when to rein it in. He knows when his choice words are appropriate and when they're not. And if he feels particularly compelled to be bitchy when he can't, he'll phrase things in a way that will be scathing without the target ever realizing what hit them.

He's known as the negotiator. He knows his way around words. Now, it's my understanding that we so rarely see him utilizing this particular skill set in canon because that's not what the story was ever about. It's demonstrated in other ways. How he's regal and more reserved amongst figures of respect to downright maliciously petty while facing foes like the Sith.

Take Anakin's perception of Obi-Wan. He sees Obi-Wan as a perfect, stuck-up, unflappable Jedi. This competes with the fact that Obi-Wan is particularly catty and playful with Anakin and routinely chides him for behaviors... yet does many of the same himself. He's far from perfect but obviously wants Anakin to know what's best and do better than him.

Anakin has this perception of Obi-Wan (not only because it seems he's never good enough for him) because it's how he perceives Obi-Wan's station in the world based on how Obi-Wan is treated by others.

To really get into Obi-Wan, one must talk about how his self worth issues constantly war his ego. Constantly building himself up only to tear himself down again. Going around saying Sith Lords are his specialty (having never actually defeated one lmao) yet finding himself shocked and deeply honored when Mace calls him the master of soresu.

His moments of grandeur are sharply transposed by his feelings of insignificancy and inadequacy.

He's a complex, multifaceted, hypocritical human being like any. He's elegant and bitchy and yes, at times a sopping wet cat.

He's all these things because he's Obi-Wan

[willofthequill]

Mistletoe and Idle Hands

Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Blessed Yule, Happy Kwanza and a very joyful any other holiday I missed! May this season be filled with love, laughter, and light for all. And if it is not or if this season is hard for you, I am sending you a big hug and I hope this story brings you a little bit of joy. ❤️

If you prefer to read it on AO3 click here !

WC: 1558

Summary: You and Kyojuro are at a Christmas Eve party at his best friend Tengens Uzui's house. A few glasses of eggnog in Kyojuro gets a case of idle hands and you are the only cure.

CW: MDNI, Smut, Christmas Smut, AFAB terms used to describe reader's body parts, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, cream pie - Please see AO3 for a full list.

Divider by: @strangergraphics

The evening had started innocently enough. You and Kyojuro had gone to Tengen’s for a Christmas eve gathering. The eggnog to rum ratio was a little tipped in the latter’s favor, causing you to both have a buzz going. 

You were all sitting around the table drinking and talking when you felt Kyojuro’s hand slide under your skirt and up your thigh to rub his fingers against your center. You had to work hard to keep your face passive and bite back any sounds as his curious fingers discovered one of his presents a bit earlier than planned. 

Kyojuro kept a smile on his face and was active in the conversation even as his fingers worked between your folds, rubbing and teasing, making you get slicker by the second. You gave polite smiles and chuckled at the proper times, but your mind was clouded by the feeling of your husband’s fingers sliding into you.

You excused yourself to the restroom, needing to put yourself together before you came on his fingers right there in front of your coworkers and friends. A few moments later a knock came at the door and Kyojuro let himself in, grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

You met his eyes in the mirror as he locked the door behind him and moved to stand behind you. His large hands grabbed our hips and pressed his hard cock into you. You bit your bottom lip as you held his gaze. 

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked, lowering his lips to press a kiss against the skin of your neck.

“What do you think, Mr. Idle Hands?” you arched an eyebrow at his reflection.

“I think,” he said, his hands moving to slide up your body, his thumbs catching the hem of your shirt and pulling it up to the top of your breasts, baring the swells barely contained by your Christmas themed bra. He pulled the cups under your breasts making them jut up slightly before he cupped them in his hands. “That there is something better we could be doing than listening to the others talk.”

“That’s not very good behavior as their guests,” you chided but made no moves to stop him as your hands held onto the counter you were pressed against.

“No, it’s not. But behaving badly doesn't sound so bad right now,” he said, mouthing your neck as his fingers found your nipples, pinching and pulling on them until you whimpered softly and your eyes fluttered close. 

He nibbled up your neck to your ear, sucking and nipping on the lobe before taking a step back. His hands guided you to bend forward over the counter while he used a foot to spread your feet apart. His hands pulled your skirt up and rested it on your lower back so your ass and pussy were exposed. 

“You act like I’m incorrigible, and yet you’re the one wearing crotchless panties,” he said softly in your ear as his fingers slid up and down your slit. “So wet for me already.”

“Mmmhmmm,” you agreed, sucking on your bottom lip to keep from crying out when he slid two fingers into your sopping cunt. You tried to reply to him but his wicked fingers were hitting every single right spot in your gummy walls with practiced ease. ”These…ahhh… these were sup-posed to be your early Christmas pre-pre-present when we got home.”  

“I quite like them,” he grinned at you in the mirror. He smirked at you when your jaw went slack as he added a third finger to curl and scissor in your pulsing walls. “Quite.”

“Oh, fuck, Kyo,” you moaned softly. 

“That is a fabulous idea, my love,” he grinned at your words. He leaned slightly to mouth at your neck as he undid his pants and pushed them down just enough to free his cock. It sprung forward against you, the pre covered tip dragging across your flesh. 

He dragged the swollen head of his cock through your honeyed folds several times before he pressed in. He groaned softly against your skin as he fed you inch by inch until he bottomed out, so deep within you. His fingers dug into the plush of your hips as he ground against you. 

“Oh, gods, baby. So deep,” you said in a loud whisper, pressing your hips back into his. 

“That’s just the start, gorgeous,” he said, sucking a mark into your neck before he started moving. 

You kept his eye contact as he thrust in and out of you, savoring the feel of every inch of him dragging back and forth as his hips rocked. His hands moved to grip your swaying breasts, squeezing the globes in his hands. 

“You feel so good, Kyo,” you said, eyes fluttering as he thrust.

“So do you, my love, so do you,” his mouth turned hungry at your neck, teeth now joining his lips as he throbbed inside of you. 

You let out a small gasp when he yanked your thigh up onto the counter and he pressed you fully down on the counter. A hand fisted in your hair and the other slid under your raised thigh to rub at your clit in time with his hips. 

“Need you to cum for me, beautiful. Need to feel you fall apart on my cock. Can you do that for me, my love? Can you cum for me?” He asked in your ear, as if you had any choice in the matter. Kyojuro would not settle for less than you cumming before him. 

“Trying,” you answered, panting, eyes watering. 

“I’ve got you, my love, always,” he said, pulling out.

He quickly turned you around and put your bare ass on the counter. He yanked your hips forward and buried his cock inside you without a moment to spare. One hand moved for his thumb to be able to sway back and forth quickly over your clit while the other buried in your hair and pulled you close for a passionate kiss. 

You buried your hands in his flame colored hair and returned the passion in his kiss as you tried desperately to rock your hips into his. He hit that perfect spot that made your vision speckle and you limbs twitch, sending you over the edge. He swallowed your cries in the kiss, never stopping his thrusts as you came apart on his cock. 

“That’s it, my love. That’s it. So pretty when you cum for me,” he cooed, nipping at your lips. “Just- just a little longer. I’m almost there.”

Your fingers tightened in his hair and you pulled his head into the crook over your neck as he pinned your legs apart and picked up his speed. “Cum for me, Kyo. Fill me up, baby. Need it. Want it for my early Christmas present.”

“Well then, I could never deny my beloved a Christmas wish now could I?” he teased, kissing your shoulder. 

He sunk his teeth into the crook of your neck, moaning against your flesh as you arched into him, pleasure coursing through your veins and making you clench on his cock. He came hard, slamming his hips into you and grinding against you as he filled you with his warm hot seed. You slumped against the mirror, holding his head against you as you both came down from your highs.

You let out a soft breath laugh when he lifted his head to kiss you gently, and you saw what a mess you had made of his hair. You could only imagine what your own looked like. You cupped his face and kissed him gently several times. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he grinned, kissing you again. He tucked his cock back into his pants before helping you off the counter, and pulling your long skirt back into place. 

You turned to the mirror, fixing your bra and shirt, and trying to fix up your hair before you reached for the toilet paper only to have him grab your hand and stop you. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. 

“No need for that. We’ll be leaving now. Can’t be awake when Santa arrives,” he grinned, reaching for the door and unlocking it. He grabbed your hand and leaned forward to whisper in your ear as he opened the door. “I am quite turned on by the thought of you walking around with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

“You are so on the naughty list,” you huffed softly at him, praying you guys were able to make a quick exit as you felt the proof of your escapade slickening between your thighs. 

He laughed and pulled you close for another quick kiss. You pulled apart as you heard footsteps approaching. Tengen gave you guys a knowing smirk and pointed to the doorway above your heads. “Seems like that mistletoe did it’s job.”

“I think it was more the eggnog,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. 

“Is that so?” Tengen asked, turning to head back to where everyone was gathered. He glanced over his shoulder towards you both and said with a smirk as he walked away, “Well… I guess all I can say is that I sure hope you two and Santa don’t end up being the only ones coming tonight.”

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

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Thanks for the prompt. I'm having way too much fun with this mafia AU! 🤣😎

@a-little-unsteddie

Forbidden flowers

Words: 971

Rated: M

Tags: Mafia AU; mob boss Dick Harrington; mobster Eddie Munson; obsessive behavior; stalking; lust at first sight; sexual fantasies; violent imagery

Notes: Part 1

Richard Harrington’s house is a fucking palace. 

The fact shouldn't be as surprising, maybe. It pays well, being the boss of the city's criminal underbelly, even Eddie knows that. Not like he's planning on staying one of Harrington's lowly little hitmen forever. Don't get him wrong, he's good at what he does, but that doesn’t mean he wants to go on doing it forever, bloodying his hands fighting the boss's fights. He wants his own share of the money, the power, the splendor of it all. A guy can dream, can't he? 

Speaking of dreams, even his wildest ones seem pale and bland, now that he's seen the house from the inside. Leaving the higher-ups to talk business in Harrington's office, he has strayed through light-flooded halls decked in expensive art and sculptures, footsteps echoing on marbled floors, until he finally found a pair of glass doors leading outside. 

The patio opens into a lush garden. It looks like something from an Italian postcard - dominated by gleaming marble and lean pillars, overgrown with a sea of white and purple hydrangea bushes. Their fragrance hangs in the hot summer air, thick and sweet and almost cloying. Sparkling behind the blossoms is a huge, lavish pool. 

In the water is a fucking nymph. 

Eddie pauses, unlit cigarette halfway to his mouth, ducking between the flower bushes to hover closer. The boy in the pool doesn't notice him, too focused on doing his laps. Eddie watches his lean muscles flex as he glides through the water, watches how sun-bronzed skin glistens in the sun, and feels something curdle in his gut. 

Want. 

White-hot and all-consuming, more overwhelming and intense than anything he's ever felt in his life. 

He doesn't know how long he stays hidden between the flowers and stares. At some point, the boy swims over to the far end and hoists himself out of the pool - one long, graceful ripple of those muscled arms and shoulders. He shakes the water from his thick, chestnut hair before padding over to the deck chairs standing a small way off, still blissfully unaware of Eddie’s eyes following his every move. A small water bottle is standing at the ready on a side table, droplets of condensed liquid glistening on the glass. The boy takes it, tips back his head and empties it with a few deep, greedy gulps. His throat - long, and graceful and dotted in moles - bops with it. Then, not bothering with the towel hanging over the backrest, he flops down on one of the chairs, sopping wet and half naked, stretching out in the sunlight like a content cat. 

Eddie decides one thing, then and there. 

Fuck the money. Fuck the splendor and the power and the glory, fuck all of it. Let him just have that boy. 

Let him feel that body writhe under his. Let him tangle his fingers into that glorious swoop of hair and tilt back that head, let him sink his teeth into the soft, golden skin of that neck. Let him hear his own name, near unrecognizable with despair and pleasure, fall from those pink lips. Let him have all of this, and he'll die a happy man. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” 

Eddie lets out a startled noise he'll absolutely deny making later and whips around. Gareth is leaning in the open patio door, regarding him with crossed arms and a furious expression. 

“H-how long have you been standing there?” Eddie croaks. 

Gareth shakes his head at him. 

“Long enough to see you slink around in the bushes, staring at the boss's son like a total creep,” he hisses. “C'mon, let's go. Harrington will take out your eyes with a rusty screwdriver if he catches- are you listening to me?” 

“No,” Eddie says absentmindedly, already pushing apart the branches again. Lilac petals rain down onto his boots. “That's Harrington's son? Didn't even know he had one.” 

“No, that's his gardener,” Gareth scoffs behind him, but still goes on to answer Eddie’s unspoken question. “Rumor has it daddy and him don't … get along that well. Harrington wants him to take over the firm but Junior isn't exactly interested. Likes the money and the lifestyle, obviously, but not so much the violence and bloodshed that comes with it.” 

Eddie thinks he'd drench the entire world in blood for one taste of those lips. 

Gareth tugs on his arm.

“C'mon,” he says again. “Before anyone sees us. I'd like to keep my eyes, I'm sorta attached to them.” 

Eddie sighs in defeat, casting one long, reluctant glance through the leaves and petals. Then, following a sudden impulse, he reaches out and snaps off a branch with a thick, vibrant cluster of violet blossoms on the end. 

Gareth gawks at him. 

“Are you insane? You can't just pluck flowers from the boss's garden!” 

Eddie shrugs lazily, bringing the blossoms up to his nose. Their scent is sweet and enticing and full of forbidden possibilities. 

“Don’t see him around, do you?” 

Gareth groans and turns to go. “I dunno why I put up with you.” 

Eddie smiles, slowly following after his retreating back. At the threshold, he pauses and turns one last time. The boy is dozing in the sun, eyes closed, droplets of water glistening on his body like so many tiny diamonds. Eddie raises the branch in his hand - a secret parting salute. 

“See you soon, little nymph,” he mutters. 

He strides towards the front door with a new spring in his step. Because he knows exactly what it is he wants now, and he knows that he will not stop before he has it.

And if that means wrestling Richard Harrington’s crown from his cold, dead hands, and setting his empire aflame, and painting the ashes red? That is something he will gladly do.  

Steve, meanwhile: Huh, wonder who that loser lurking in the flowers was. What a weirdo. Kinda cute, though ...

Part 3

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[flusteredtuna]

Positions

Valkyrie x !female reader

Contains: ( 18+ Mature Only ) summer fling, nicknames, fingering, oral (f-receiving), f-dom, f-sub behavior, ripping clothes.

Words: 2k+

Summary: Valkyrie is your summer fling and lets you stay at her house today while she’s at work. She gets back late and decides to play with you a bit. And then a lot.

A/N: I rarely tap into my non-platonic women love <3

Your back aligns with your heart and your crown as your toes curl. With your eyes softly shut and lids relaxed, every feeling is more accentuated. Every flex and pull is paid with generous attention. Scrunching a leg up, your knee almost meets your shoulders. Stretching out your thighs like a rubber band. “Good that's it.”

The calming voice eases and cools your spine. Vertebrae by vertebrae. Taking your time you swing your hands to the sky above your head. The shake of the muscles in your core and thighs make it hard to catch your breath at first, but you realign your focus and find the method you need. All the way In and all the way out. Huffing and groaning from your tense lungs pushing air out your mouth. You pivot your foot on the yoga mat and stretch your arms to the side, standing In warrior two.

Valkyrie is your summer fling. She let you stay at her place all day today because she, “wouldn’t be too late.” But now it’s dark out and past dinner. As much as you want to take care of food tonight, you had no idea when she would be home.

But just as you’re thinking of her again, you feel a familiar hand on your shoulder. Moving your headphones to the side to hang around your neck, using the button on the side to pause your Yoga video. Keeping your position you look at her sopping wet hood of hair and cold face, smiling at you. “Keeping busy?” She pushes the stringy soaked hair out of her face as it drips onto the floor.

“Yea, what happened Val? You're all wet?” You slowly put your palms together, taking an inhale and placing your thumbs to center. “Just forgot my raincoat.” Valkyrie looks you up and down and then walks off into the bathroom to dry her hair with a towel and change into something more comfortable. You decide to wrap up your session without guidance and set your headphones to the side.

Taking a deep breath in you slowly plant your hands back onto the mat, shifting your right leg backwards into a plank. Lowering yourself down to the ground you move your hands up to align with your shoulders. You inhale into cobra reaching your head towards the sky and then let it all go as you lower your temple back down to the mat. Lifting again into plank you bend into downward dog, shifting the bend of your knees, and just feeling the fullness of the stretch.

You’re so focused on your alignment that you fail to notice Valkyrie has snuck up on you again, now with a hand grazing your hips as she stands in your blind spot. “You know this position is really distracting.” Her tone is low and predatory. You slowly lean forward and place your knees back to the mat, raising yourself to meet her level as much as you are able.

“I could show you a few other positions if you’re that interested.” You say with an innocent inflection. Your intentions align with hers but playing dumb with her makes the game of cat and mouse all the more fun.

A smile of mischief grows on her face. She steps forward onto your mat and puts a finger to your chin. A play that makes your whole body feel a warm rush, starting at your heart and tickling in expanse. “Show me, angel.”

You smile innocently and guide her to the center of the mat with you. The fact that you're facing each other makes it all the more exciting. “Okay so put your feet hip-width apart and your shoulders back.” You glance at her stance, and nudge her feet a little farther with your foot to a better alignment. “Okay and now close your eyes or hold a soft gaze to the floor. Take a deep breath in.” You hear her inhale deeply with you. “And out.” Her warm exhale hit you as it glided out of her mouth.

“Now slowly swing your arms reaching to the sky on your inhale, and then exhale to lower your shoulders as you continue to reach up.” You open your eyes a little to check how she's following, and she is. Her stance accentuates her godly features which only proved further her worthiness as king of New Asgard and keeper of your heart. You weren’t sure if she was aware of that second title though.

“And we just stay here and breathe for a moment. Make sure your weight is evenly dis-” You’re interrupted by her touch as it softly travels up your shirt from your waist all the way to the cusp of your breasts. “What was that? Make sure my weight is where?” She teases.

Her thumb rubs back and forth on the hill, not even close to granting you the satisfaction of her touching your peaks. You try to focus on your breath again, play it off as hard to get. “Make sure your weight is evenly…distributed on all four corners of your feet.” It was clear she noticed your change in tone due to her hands moving back down to the hem of your shirt. You hold your breath waiting her her to do more.

“Make sure to breathe, love.” Fuck. Her words make it hard for you not to shudder a smidge as your lungs deflate against her touch. She slowly lifts your shirt up and over your head, exposing your breasts. You hear it get tossed on the floor beside you.

“What’s next?” She doesn’t take advantage of your half vulnerable state, but instead you feel her warmth step back. As you flutter your eyes open a little you find her just how she was when you last checked on her. Her teasing only made you want to tease her just as much. So you continue the lesson without your shirt.

“Okay inhale and on your exhale lower down to forward fold. And you might want to turn so we don’t bonk heads.” She laughs a little, “Got it.” You both turn and fold over. “Yea and just let it all hang for a bit as you breathe.” Although this was a ploy to get you in her bed, you enjoyed the peaceful activity. It was freeing not having anything covering your upper body, letting your breasts touch your thighs made you feel more connected to the practice.

“And you just want to-” You’re interrupted again by her hands on the sides of your thighs. You lift your back a bit to a halfway fold, propping your upper body up with your hands on your knees. “You know I can’t teach you if you’re just going to get distracted, Val.” She didn’t care to listen as she curled a finger to glide on the inside of the waistband of your leggings.

Your small hums give you away. She takes this as a sign to step closer, pressing her pelvis right against you and pulling you close by your hip with her free hand. She was making it hard to not pulse in heat pressed right up against her while her finger sinks in further.

Reaching the outer edge of the band again, she pulls her finger out.

“You know angel…” Carefully she backs up just enough to have room to graze your spandex covered ass and rides her fingers along the center seam. “I’m learning so much.” She says as she continues to follow the stitches lower and lower until she reaches your entrance again. The barrier of fabric doesn't make it difficult for her to make your breath hitch as she starts to press the fabric into your folds.

She pushes your back down to fold again, keeping you supported with a grip on your hip. Your jaw hangs open, letting breathy moans escape from within you. She chuckles at your mental and physical fold for her. You were no longer teaching the lesson.

Feeling her fingers halt their motions, now turned into her hands pulling both sides of the fabric that hugged your upper thighs. You gasp as she rips the seams open, separating the halves of your leggings and creating the perfect window. Her low chuckle sends a sharp feeling rushing towards your cheeks as you remember you weren’t wearing anything under your now destroyed leggings.

You feel her touch again gliding up your slick. Now having access to more of your nerves than before. “Hmm, I didn’t realize Yoga made you so…wet.” Moving her touch away with such stealth again, she denies you the pleasure of her continuing. Slowly rising up you open your eyes and watch her walk back into your sight, standing next to you again.

With a movement of her head, she gestures to you to continue. You try to shake off the fuzzy feeling that covers your body, but the cold air that hits you through the new hole in your leggings won’t let you. “Okay back into forward fold.” Your breath shaky from the intensity of lust. “You want to bend your knees and step both your feet back one at a time into a plank.” Checking on her quickly you see she seems to be following. For now. Your heart pounds at the thought of what her next move on you could be.

“Now, lower into all fours making sure your hands are in line with your shoulders and your knees are in line with your hips.” The hole only expands with your bend with the air now hitting your heat even more dramatically. The position you were both in now was so compromising. You feel the flush rush to your cheeks in anticipation. Taking another deep breath, you continue.

“With your eyes closed, you want to lower your ribs into cow and inhale. And then exhale, raising your ribs and arching your back for cat.” The stretch feels good, but now it feels like your stretch is to prepare to only be stretched and worked out further. “Just do this a few times. You can do it in a circular motion with your hips if you like too.”

It’s too silent now even with both of you huffing and breathing. As you arch and dip your back your eyes glaze open a touch again to see if she’s there. She’s not even in your peripheral vision. But turning your head would only ruin the fun.

Finally you feel her hands on you again, this time with a more intense grip on your ass that spreads you open. Your movement slows from the distraction. “Keep going.” She opens the hole in your leggings wider with both hands, but doesn’t touch. “I’m just trying to get a better visual.”

You continue to arch back and forth as she pulls on the torn fabric. Your breath shudders again as she rips it further off of your body, making your arms fall to your elbows. It was the hottest thing she’s ever done to you. Lifting your legs one at a time she peels the rest of it off, throwing the mess of fabric to the side.

As you're ready for her to fully take you, she doesn’t. She lets you sit again in your vulnerable state. Every inch of your skin is exposed to the air just for her. Your ass elevated in and your back in a deep slide. You sit there patiently as you feel her eyes travel all over your body.

A hot breath suddenly hits your wetness, followed by her voice closing in on you, “I’m surprised you haven’t begged for me yet. You’re more soaked than me when I got home.” You feel a hand on your back, soothing your arch.

Her hand then falls back to your hip crease, holding you steady as her tongue flicks your entrance. You twitch under her grip as it gets tighter with each movement. Again she denies you the pleasure, moving back but keeping her mouth close. Your core aches as her hot breath agonizes you. Her touch makes you more needy.

You muster up the breath to speak, “Why don’t you just fuck me already. It’s clear how hard it is for you not to.” With your hips, you trace a circle to taunt her. Dangling the pleasure you’ve both been after right in front of her face.

She hums, “Maybe I want you to ask, angel.” Fuck. She really was teaching the lesson at this point. But you want to taunt her again, denying her pleasure just as much. “Hmm, I don’t know…” You scoot forward and sit up hiding her center of attention that lay between your legs, out of sight. You turn back to look at her. “We haven’t even had dinner yet.”

She raises a brow and scoots closer to you, moving your hair to the side to kiss your neck and whisper, “This is dinner.” She abruptly bends you down again in the position you were before, taking hold of your thighs and diving in. Her tongue brushes and swirls around on your slick sensitive surface. With your head turned, your jaw hangs open again now letting louder moans escape.

“Ask.” She demands lifting her head for a moment to use her fingers to circle your entrance like how you circled it in her face. “Fingers…” You heave, “Please…”.

“That's better.” She sinks her fingers into you and doesn’t even build up to her current pace. The motion makes you jolt and ride against her fingers, making the pleasure more immense. She knocks your legs further with her free hand, expanding the access she has to you and moving back to gripping your hip crease. Then feeling her fingers move out of you she gives you one last lick to see how sensitive she made you.

“Val.” you say through weighted breaths, “Please.” She doesn’t answer your whine, leaving you wet and sensitive again. It was aggravating.

But just as you start to think about getting up, the racing pleasure reaches you again with a finger attending to your clit while her tongue weaves inside you. She consumes you, touching every possible spot of sensitivity for you. You squirm under her grip again, as she pokes her tongue in and out.

She does this until you feel like you could droll right on the floor, gripping on what you could of the yoga mat. In a split second she backs away and flips you on your back with ease, switching her tongue with her fingers. With your back on the floor she still manages to make your back curl while the tingle she provides travels up your spine. Vertebrae by vertebrae. She has a better grip on you this way, hooking her arm around to hold you steady while she flicks your clit with her tongue. Her other hand sliding fingers in and out of you.

You become taut around her fingers, squeezing as you get closer to melting in her grasp. The tension that’s been laying within your pelvis pulls like it's a muscle. She hits your back wall harder with more intensity as she notices how close you’ve gotten. Looking up from sucking on you.

“Shit…Val.” You squeak with weak vowels as you continue to writhe in pleasure. Again, she picks up the pace making it harder for you to not finish.

Your entrance pulses with a deep tingle, as if it's pulling her in. Gasping in breath you lift your head up to watch her continue to lick as you release it all on her fingers. She lifts her head but continues to push her fingers in and out, and watches as you become an overstimulated mess.

She lets you ride the sensation for a moment before slowing down, letting you cool and squirm on her fingers before pulling them out. You rest your head back down, sinking all of your muscles into the floor and catching your regular stamina back. A shadow forms over your closed eyes and when you open you find her looming over your spent body with a grin. Watching as your flustered face huffs slow heavy breaths. She doesn’t look even close to done with you.

“We should do Yoga more often”

You chuckle at her, “I think we do plenty of Yoga.”

“Yea, but…we should do it in the fall.” She leans down and places a kiss on your cheek, “And the winter.” Another kiss is placed on your other cheek. “If you catch my drift.”

You do. You’ve been waiting for her to suggest this all summer at this point. “Maybe I want you to ask…” You tease her wanting to hear it directly from her lips. Your words make her smile more. A sign that you caught each other's drifts. She centers herself in front of your face, backing up to all fours on top of you. Just like you taught her.

[naffeclipse]

Hey babe. I have been rereading your fic In Song Fish Amid the Stars. And ofcource I love Eclipse our little soft baby. But I have to say I love your world building. What I enjoyed especially was Y/n's relationship with Gregory. Not only I wholly loved his character and interpretation (how he grew up to be this kinda loner mechanic that had to have surfer cut) but also his dynamic with the main character! The fact that they were practically like siblings to each other always having each other's back. Even a small mention of their domestic moments (lending books, having meals togehter) melted my heart. And whenever I read this fic and come to the part of Y/n's disappearance from the boat, like damn. I can't imagine the despair Gregory felt, the desperate search that has no limits and ending in sight. After all the ocean is endless. The same goes for the relief when he found put y/ns home. So i have a question. Can we have insight into his point of view? His thoughts, his actions, what did he tell Freddy? How did he feel sailing back home without them? Was he falling apart thinking that his sibling is dead? Killed by the very thing they always feared? The thing he made them scared of (at least in his eyes).

Sorry for rant haha

I just live family fluff and their relationship is perfect.

Kisses

Ahhh, I'm rattling you! Thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoy Gregory in SFATS!! He was very fun to write <3

Gregory was the one to discover Y/N's empty room on the ship, and his gut told him something was wrong. Not only were you not in bed, but you weren't sick in the bathroom or even hiding out somewhere to stop feeling the stormy waves. It didn't take long for him to confirm from a shiphand that you were missing—overboard.

And you've never swam in the ocean before.

All he could do at that moment was beg Freddy to start searching the sea. There wasn't time for guilt that first day. Once the big ship returned to the island, Gregory threw himself onto his boat and darted out to join the search with the leviathan.

He kept telling himself over and over that if anyone could find Y/N, it would be Freddy. The leviathan mer is magical, powerful, and big. Freddy can fix this. Gregory lost the parents he never knew, and now he was going to lose the only real human family he had, and he knew you. He has to give you back your old book he borrowed from you. You have to take it back.

But as the hours wanned on and Gregory tirelessly tread deeper and deeper waters, dread and fear began sinking their teeth into him. Freddy was very calm but concerned, the anchor to Gregory's storm. The fatherly mer kept Gregory going with hope despite the infinitely terrible chances.

Gregory was aware of Sun and Moon out in the sea due to a combination of Freddy spying the two colossal fish once or twice in the depths, and your own suspicious behavior, but they never once crossed his mind until he finally returned and caught news of your miraculous survival.

You're alive. He thought you looked like a wet, sopping cat who just barely survived drowning. You kind of were.

That's when the guilt returned to him in full force, and it almost bowled him over. He had to confess right then and there that he never should have forced you onto that boat. He thought he was helping. He thought he could make you less afraid but all he did was nearly get you killed.

You and Freddy told him in the same breath that it wasn't your fault.

But then you kept talking. Or rather, you kept avoiding an answer to his question: how you got back to the island in one piece. Freddy suggested so quietly within Gregory's mind that perhaps your mers are to be thanked for the rescue. Your mers.

And he thought you were a big ol' scared cat. You have a giant mer, well, two, just like him.

[scekrex]

HIIIIII<33333333 i fucking love your Adam x reader fics ,im DYING to read more of them, so here is what we all love and crave

Adam x overlord reader. When reader found Adam after the battle, bringed him to his place with the garden etc, Adam lives here. Reader likes Adam and flirts with him often, trying to get closer to him. Adam, tho he would never admit it, likes reader back and plays along. Reader is also a very chill guy, so Adam feels surprisingly comfortable around him. He treats Adam as a equal person, not as some high-stated bitch who everyone need to bow to. As months pass, they are getting closer and closer, their relationship grow. But tho Adam likes reader alot, he still sometimes thinks about heaven, about Lute, about all he had left behind. Its not the same, down there. But this topic gets pushed aside whenever it pops up in his mind, cause he has his boyfriend(?) who loves him and gives him protection from all the sinners that want him dead. But deep inside Adam has that little hope that Heaven will send someone to get him back (tho they prob dont even know he is alive).

Meanwhile Lute was pleasing Sera to let her go down and look for Adam, who she belives is somehow alive. Sera eventually lets her and Lute comes down to hell and starts to look for Adam and ask everyone who she mets where he could be.

After these few months, once as the two enjoy spending evening together, they hear a ring to the door. They come out to that balcony and see Lute standing in the middle of the garden. She calls out to Adam to come back with her. Adam seems excited that his hope and his lieutant didnt let him down. But reader doesnt want to let Adam go. Adam complained from time to time that "what if heaven forgot about him and accepted the fact he is dead" And also reader knows Adams past from Eden. And suddenly reader switches from a chill guy to a serious manipulative persona. He starts to tell Adam things like "and it would take them so long to get you back? They dont really want you there", also mentioning how Lilith and Eve left him before, to hit Adams weak point. Adam, shocked by his bf suddenly mood switch and his serious harsh words, knowing how he have been acting in heaven, doesnt even realise the act of a fucking cruel, possesive manipulation and gives in, shouts at Lute to fuck off and he wont get back where nobody truly wants him. As they get back into the room, Adam from angry comes to sad and curles up into a broken, depressed ball of misery. Reader hugs him, gives him comfort, saying shit like "noone will hurt you anymore if you stay here with me" (still manipulation) while Adam totally breaks and starts to cry, feeling that he will never deserve a perfect live he was meant to have when God created him, that hes worthless and ruined himself

I need to see Adam switch right from his usuall confident, loud persona to a wet sopping cat, crying his eyes out in a sudden mental breakdown pls

You can change smth if smth bothers you, i know you will make it fucking fire as always i live for your writings<33333

I decided that this will not be part of the Bird of Hell's Paradise story bc that story is too soft and comfortable to add manipulation to. Reader is an overlord in this one, but it's not explicitly mentioned.

We'll be together, forever, we'll never ever part

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, kinda toxic behavior, manipulation

note: not beta read bc fuck you

Before Adam there had been loneliness and coldness, before Adam, there had been long nights and even longer days, before Adam there had been a lot of things and all of them were negative.

But having an angel roaming your halls certainly was not what you had planned for your life in Hell, but said angel definitely brightened your days - even though he was a - well let’s call him a special case. Adam wasn’t at all like the angels portrayed in stories, he was rude and harsh, respected no one but himself and the brunette loved to cause chaos on top of it all.

But to everyone’s surprise, the brunette angel settled in somewhat nicely once he realized that Heaven would not send their angels to bring him back, he even got used to having you around. Well, maybe the wording ‘he got used’ isn’t entirely fitting, Adam even enjoyed your company, sometimes he specifically requested it - when he was playing guitar for example. The first man was keeping you on your feet and moving at all times, that was for sure and if you were being honest, you didn’t mind it. It was a nice change from your boring, lonely life in Hell.

And even though Adam had everything he needed and wanted - you very obviously made sure that the angel never missed anything - you knew that he wasn’t doing as well with his new life in Hell as he pretended. Adam was a loud and cheerful guy, so when he went quiet for longer, of course you noticed. There was nothing you were capable of doing to help him through those times - he was simply homesick for Heaven. When things got really bad, you were even able to catch him praying before going to bed, praying to the creature he called father to bring him back, to send him Lute who would escort him back to Heaven, straight through the pearly gates without any complications - but that wasn’t happening. Every being had their reason to live in Hell, even Adam.

“Adam?” you asked with a soft voice, wrapping your arms around the first man’s torso from behind as you leaned your head against his shoulder blade. The man in your arms flinched at first, he had been lost in his thoughts and your touch caused him to snap right out of it. A slightly confused “Huh? fell from his lips before he looked over his shoulder to spot you. The confusion in his eyes was overplayed by an emotion you couldn’t name and the usual grin Adam somehow always managed to shoot in your direction laid on his lips. “Can’t get enough of me again, huh you shithead?” His words were teasing and not the slightest bit serious which caused you to chuckle softly. “You seemed lost,” you answered instead of agreeing with him, knowing damn well that his ego was already huge - bigger than Adam’s body.

Adam grumbled words you weren’t able to understand, then turned away and stepped away from the hug you had offered him. He didn’t want to talk about it - again. And that probably bothered you even more than the fact that he longed for Heaven’s pearly gates. You were fine with Adam having hopes and dreams, it’s not something you would be able to take from him, even if you wanted to, but he never talked about it. The only reason why you were aware of the Eden incident was because of the bible - Adam never talked about anything that involved his past, at least not about the negative things. What you did know was that he missed his band mates and playing gigs with them and that his lieutenant seemed to be a crazy bitch he liked a lot - not in a romantic way but rather in a platonic way, maybe he saw her as some sort of little sister, you weren’t sure.

You sighed as you watched Adam go. He needed time and you would not deny him that.

-

Lute was walking up and down in Sera’s office, explaining her detailed plan on how they would get Adam back - she hoped it would be quite easy because Adam never actively fell, he had never truly died. So technically there was still divine blood pumping through his body which would let him cross the pearly gates back home. Sera sighed at Lute’s idea, rested her head on her hands and watched as Adam’s former lieutenant never stopped walking.

“Lute,” she interrupted the exorcist who stopped in her tracks to look at the tall seraphim angel, Lute clearly had not expected Sera to interrupt her. “We can’t bring Adam back, he is gone,” she explained as the seraphim slowly got up from her chair and crossed the room to face Lute properly. The white haired woman was not having it though, she stood up for herself, “You’re wrong.”

-

It was only a few hours later that Lute flew through one of the shiny golden portals and landed right in front of your house. She knocked against the door quite loudly, even kicked and slammed her shoulder against it, “Adam!”

You turned your head as you heard an unfamiliar voice calling out for the person of your desire and watched as Adam rushed over to the balcony. What the fuck was going on and who was calling for your lover? You followed Adam with heavy steps. Once you stopped right next to the tall and loud angel you wrapped your arm around him as you looked down only to see a woman you had never seen before - she appeared to be an angel too and you instantly feared for the worst.

“Lute!” he yelled back and was about to jump off the balcony to get to her, but you stopped him by tightening the grip on his hips, a little confused he looked down at your hand, then his eyes met yours, “Y/N?” he asked quietly so his former lieutenant wouldn’t hear. You immediately knew you wanted him to stay with you, there really was no way you would ever let Adam leave again, not when he was very much able to stay with you for the rest of eternity. And it wasn’t that you weren’t aware of how wrong that seemed, but it had been long since the last little toy that brought you happiness and joy, so you would hold onto Adam for as long as possible.

You simply shook your head and pulled him a little closer against your side, “If they truly want you back, then why would it take them so long to come and get you?” That caused Adam to close his mouth and he seemed to genuinely think about your words - he came to the conclusion that you had a point.

“C’mon Sir,” Lute yelled up at the balcony where you and Adam stood, “We’re going home.” Unsure eyes roamed over your body and you could feel that Adam waited for you to say something, you were right after all, why would Heaven wait so awfully long to bring him back? The expression on your face was blank and your usually soft sounding voice turned bitter and cold, “She wants to take you from me, Adam. She wants to separate us like Lucifer separated you from your past wives.” And that caused Adam to freeze, he slowly backed away from the railing of the balcony. “Darling, she could have taken you back ages ago, yet she waited - for what though? She seems to be out for power and she realized that you are the only powerful thing she can possess and get away with at the same time, all while she can stay in Heaven,” you hummed as you backed off alongside Adam, slowly guiding the golden winged angel back inside.

“Fuck off, you can go back to crawling up Sera’s fucking ass, I ain’t coming with you, cunt,” the brunette in your arm yelled and flipped the smaller angel in your garden off. A victorious grin appeared on your lips, your plan was working out just fine.

The door to the balcony fell shut and you heard how Adam crashed down onto the couch, he laid there, face buried in the soft fabric it was covered in and his wings were tightly wrapped around his body to isolate him from his surroundings. He looked so miserable, so helpless, so lonely and you hated seeing the usually loud angel so quiet. Your voice softened a little as you sat down next to Adam, you had forced him to stay simply because you wanted him to stay, now the least you could do was to lure him into the thought of protection and a good, bright life.

“Hey now,” you mumbled quietly as your fingers combed through Adam’s soft brown and messy hair, pushing it out of his face - his face which was still pressed against the couch. Your other hand gently moved up and down Adam’s back and when you heard the brunette sigh, you knew you had him wrapped around your finger just fine. “Noone will hurt you, not if you continue to stay with me,” you hummed, the tone you spoke in remained soft and calming and when you saw how Adam lifted his head to look at you, your heart did shatter a little.

His eyes were red, slightly puffy and his lip was quivering. The first man moved his head from the couch to your lap, pressed his face tightly against your belly and cried - it was the first time he was showing so strong and overwhelming emotions. His nails dug into your sides as he held onto your waist to keep you close, to feel you under his hands and to keep you from leaving like everyone else did, he wanted you to stay just as much as he wanted to stay with you.

And the worst yet best part of it all was that the brunette hadn’t even noticed how manipulative your words were, let alone your soft, comforting actions. He was yours through and through and there was nothing in this world - Hellspawn or Heavenborn - that would ever separate you from the brunette man crying against your belly.

[least-transmcytshowdown]

Joel Smallishbeans^16:

Hermitcraft, Third Life, Last Life, Double Life, Limited Life, Secret Life, Wild Life, Empires SMP Season 1, Empires SMP Season 2

Transmasc, he/they; Trans man, he/him; Genderfluid, any pronouns; Trans masc, it/he/she; Transmasc Genderfluid, he/any; Identity not specified, they/he

“He’s just a silly little terracotta man with only a vague understanding of human gender he tries to impersonate but fails at.”

“Lizzie and Joel are a t4t bi4bi couple in [the submitter’s] heart. Lizzie transfem (she/her) Joel transmasc+gender fluid (he/any).”

“Basically anywhere you see him. Just like, the constant ‘Ooh i'm so manly, the manliest, I’m so tall and strong and handsome,’ and always insisting that he’s really tall despite being super short and the way his voice will sometimes get all high and squeaky these are all very transmasc coded things. He’s one of us, okay, he’s got the vibes, trust, he’s got our humor. Every time he goes mining on Hermitcraft there is always a caption that’s like ‘straight white male mining content’ which is more of his constant need to assert how macho and manly he is and in double life he says he’s not going to get in the pool cause he’s ‘ashamed of his Minecraft body’ which is very trans behavior. He’s got that confidence he can wear a dress for mcc and still know he’s a man which is very transmasc cause other men just got handed it, but we afab men have to look at masculinity and go ‘yeah that’s me’ and then make sure everyone knows it like that’s how you know being trans isn’t a choice because men kinda suck and I still went out and actively was like um guys I’m actually a man sorry. Some days he’s cool with just throwing gender norms out the window and some days he feels the need to yell for the whole world and the next couple galaxies as well to hear that he’s DeFiNiTeLy NoT WeArInG a CoRsEt GeM. Can you tell [the submitter’s] projecting? Cause [they’re] projecting. You can pry this headcanon out of [their] cold dead hands lol.”

“He has fluctuating chest dysphoria so sometimes he doesn't bind and sometimes he does. His bad dysphoria days are rare enough that he's not gonna bother with top surgery.”

“Transmasc Joel Smallishbeans is everything to [the submitter] and [the submitter] like[s] to think that forming the bad boys is what made him plug the tv back on and turn the brightness to the max, like he went ‘Oh we’re bad boys?? Guess I’m finally a boy now!”

“Nonbinary bad boy Joel except he is not a boy.”

“First, [the submitter] think[s] she was raised as a gender that just. doesn't exist here. She was raised in Mezalea where how gender works is just. different and, because she has a beard, everyone assumed she was a man but she's NOT and in recent years has been figuring out her own identity and pronouns in a way she hasn't ever thought about before and also she and Lizzie are butch4femme, amen. Or bi4bi. Both? She’s a masculine person and she likes stuff like the bad boys because it's more of a title separate from her gender. She’s just a masculine woman, amen.”

“He's a sopping wet tanooki (cat /j) and [jizzie] are t4t bi4bi coded.”

“Joel hasn't been called girlfriend/wife/girl by his friends for NOTHING. Bro’s the definition of gender and he slays in a dress no matter what (in Minecraft and in irl).”

Oli OrionSound^16:

Empires SMP Season 2, Pirates SMP, New Life SMP, Afterlife SMP

Trans man, he/they

“That freak is transfem, trust [the submitter]. [Their] source is divine knowledge and [their] ownership of the transfemoliorionsound url.”

“HIS PRONOUNS ARE SHE/HER.”

“[The submitter has] successfully cracked at least three eggs with the power of transfem Oli TheOrionSound, if she loses [they] will CRY.”

“Look at this cubito and then tell [the submitter] he doesn't participate in every type of gender shenanigans and tomfoolery. His pronouns are hee/hee.”

[absurdmorningglory]

Maybe I'm just confused.

I'm definitely confused.

Maybe I'm hungry.

Maybe I don't know what I'm feeling.

Maybe it's not love.

I mean, I love her, obviously.

But not…surely I don't…

Maybe it's a side effect of the treatment.

I get horns, a tail, cat eyes, and a crush on my sister.

My feelings are just out of whack.

Maybe I was just kidding?

It was just a theory that I'm in love with her, maybe it's just sisterly love.

Sisterly love that I don't feel about anyone else.

Because Myles is my sister.

And it'd be super fucked up if I was in love with her.

I could barely look at Myles when I got out of the shower, my thoughts scattershot as I tried to process this. Sleep would not come to me as I tried to fight and deny the idea that I was in love with my blood related sister, who slept feet away.

Maybe it's just an extension of that gross comfort.

Like, I get horny to distract myself from the headaches and sick feelings and pains and sadness.

So naturally when I'm staring at the others in the pool that I'd be keyed up, and maybe she accidentally got roped into that.

So it's my fault.

A correctable behavior.

I just need to stop perving for comfort.

That was easier said than done. As the night wore on, I kept checking my phone, almost searching about it. But I resisted, especially as the time got later and later, my phone's screen looking brighter and brighter.

I have class in a few hours, I need to sleep.

I need to do something to get myself to sleep.

Myles was asleep beneath me. Probably worn out after all the swimming she did.

There was something I knew would probably work to get me to sleep. My hand instinctively crept to my legs, rubbing my inner thighs. I stopped myself before moving any further closer.

Maybe this one time we should resist it.

Because I might…think of her…while…

I just needed to do something to get myself to sleep, that's all. I told myself I could do it while barely even thinking about Myles. That'd be easy, why would I think about my sister? Thinking of her hair flowing in the water, long enough to reach her lower back, the little dimples waiting there, the way her ass looked in that bikini, the way her breasts looked practically smashed against my face…

My hand slipped in, my pussy molten hot and sopping wet, and I couldn't help but let out a relieved moan the instant I gave into the urge.

What's happening to me?

I didn't stop though, one hand a blur on my clit, the other hand joining in to finger myself. I needed to sleep, that's all.

"Myles…" I whispered as climax took me.

I came harder than I think I ever have in my life before that.

Around four in the morning, just before I finally fell asleep, I distinctly remember the thought.

I'll accept that it's maybe a crush. Maybe.

Crushes could fade too. I could just be having a weird crush on my sister that'd pass after a while. Maybe even a couple days now that I was feeling suitably guilty about it.

At least it was just a fluttering crush. Like nothing seriously like past that.

Right?

You can read the full series here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66043657/chapters/170185516

[cortlandkaard]

santviento is my new sopping wet cat

"santviento" wasnt even his real name, stroheim just decided to call him that. so what was his real name? obviously kars, esidisi, and wamuu had names of their own -- and they must've known santviento's too. (did they ever even refer to him?) he never saw the others after SPW took him in anyways, though. hell, did he even know they were still alive? why was he separated from them in the first place? he was the lowest in rank, so did he ever feel inferior to wamuu? or did esidisi favor him like how kars favored wamuu? what was their relationship even like? what was his personality like? why was he so confused when he first arose, when the others seemed to already be fully aware?

so many questions. i care him.

then again i'm an anime-only AND my memory is bad, so some of this might've been answered

these feelings MAY be due in part to the way i see them like a sort of fucked up found family. i mean kars literally killed everyone in his tribe EXCEPT them, there had to have been SOME reason for that. obviously he had strong feelings for esidisi, whether it be on a personal level or strictly for his goal of becoming the Perfect Being -- either way, they quite literally raised two children together?? that's not normal people behavior

i'm so thirsty for details on them.

[shakingparadigm]

hiii i love your blog!!! i just wanted to ask how you started liking till? :D

bc i recall one of your posts said you werent interested in round 2 at the start, so i wonder what changed over time

HAHA okay I will admit I was not personally interested in Till at first. He had an impact, obviously (by god, is that an actual dude in a VIVINOS series or did I hit my head on the pavement?) but I wasn't particularly drawn in yet.

I really can't pinpoint when I started liking Till, if I'm being honest. I think it's very much an instance of him creeping up on me and then the realization of "oh damn. I'm really starting to like this guy!" which was embarrassing by the way!! Because this is the most pathetic unphotogenic man to walk the alien planets and when I introduced ALNST to my friends they were expecting me to favor Sua (which I did! She was my original favorite and is still up there). When I told them my favorite was Till, the general consensus was kind of an "eeehhh..." LMAO 😭

I think the best way I can simplify my fondness for him is like. His pathetic looks and sopping wet cat behavior has utterly captivated me. My friends tease that my favorite types of character are the most utterly pathetic ones and you know what. Yeah. Guilty.

But I enjoy his character because of just how much he is, you know? He's very much. There's much muchness to his much. He holds so much personality within him and is such an intriguing character to watch, all the ups and downs and everything. I think the instance where I really began to adore him to this extent was the flower comic, where he encouraged a wilting flower to cheer up. It was an unexpectedly sweet gesture and I began to become very fond of him because of it....

I myself am a pretty mellow person, a nothing burger of a person, if you will, and absolutely not even one iota close to Till's level of eccentricity. It's probably why I'm so fond of him, his character is so exuberant and full of passion that I've grown to admire it. Call me Ivan the way I'm attached to and fascinated by people who have qualities I lack.

Thanks for this ask, anon! HAHAHA I love Till he's the worst most stupid fucking boy on the planet and I need him spun around in a washing machine and flung at the sun.