#I mentioned all of this in my pinned already

[footballffbarbiex]

To Make A Point

and in the first instance of "letting my thoughts run wild".....enjoy.

the gif is a major indicator of what is happening. and yeah. it's smut. warnings: mentions of thigh riding, dirty talk, praise, pussy eating, fingering, nipple play, spitting to get you wet.

sprawled out before him in a barely there bra, the cups of it askew from the way Trent has moved the fabric out of the way to suck your nipples between those beautiful lips of his and lapped his tongue over them until they'd formed hard peaks. pleasure flows throughout you, rippling out from where his mouth connects with your breast.

your panties were removed what feels like hours ago and your exposed core leaves a wet mark upon his thigh with each movement.

"keep doing that baby and I'll think you're trying to ride it." he speaks his words onto your skin, his tongue continuing to lap against you as often as he can as he speaks before his teeth gently pull on it until you whimper at the light pinch.

"I really need you to eat my pussy Trent," you sound downright pathetic but it works. "please baby, show me how good you can make me feel."

his hands trace over your body, each time getting lower and lower as he begins to kiss his way from the valley of your breasts down your navel and to between your thighs. here, while his eyes are fixed on you, his fingers smooth up and down, parting your lips and pinning your clit between his first two fingers. the slow drag makes your cunt tighten and your clit throb against him.

"I dont think you're all that wet, you must not want me enough." he teases, thumb swiping over your clit; making you buck your hips as much as possible and arch your back. your breathing is board line pants now and you're not ashamed to consider actual begging for him to satisfy you.

"better use that mouth then." you suggest, eyes widening as he nods in agreement and purses his lips together. he spits quickly in a perfect aim, the hot liquid hitting it's mark on your slit. the two fingers that had enveloped your clit drag downwards, smearing his saliva over your pussy and mixes it with your own wetness.

"you like that, huh?" he asks, already knowing the answer as he feels your core contract in a tight hold as his fingers near your hole. "didn't think you'd be one for spitting." he chuckles, watching as he smears the mixed liquids over you.

"neither did I," your confession is quiet, the extra lubricant only adding layers of sensitivity to the lightness of Trent's touch. he stimulates the outside of your pussy in such a way, you don't know how much longer you'll be able to hold on before climaxing.

"look at you." he mockingly coos, "getting so overstimulated and I've barely touched you. trying to ride my thigh, rubbing this fucking beautiful pussy all over my leg just to get yourself off. so needy."

"I desperately need you."

"I can see that." he nods, pursing his lips again to blow cool air over you. you tighten up again and a soft moan sounds.

"please."

"please what?" he asks you, eyes locking onto yours as he waits for your answer.

"please lick my pussy Trent." you say in a tone that expresses more than your verbalised need does.

he doesn't reply, but while he keeps his gaze on your face, he presses his mouth to your cunt and begins to lap.

[heehoonies]

insatiable

description: husky hybrids like sunghoon are known for their insane sex drive. but bunny hybrids? they're downright insatiable.

word count: 2.4k

contents: husky hybrid!sunghoon x bunny hybrid!reader

smut warnings beneath the cut

smut warnings: switch ynhoon, sunghoon has a monster cock (as always...), mean and soft dom ynhoon, subbed out ynhoon, role switch, oral (f. rec), degradation, praise, nicknames, overuse of 'bun/bunny' and 'pup/puppy', name calling (slut, painslut, little baby, dumb dumb puppy), tail and ear pulling/pinching, knotting, cumming inside, creampie, multiple orgasms, bulge kink, breeding kink, scenting, biting, choking, spitting in mouth, marking and mentions of past marking.

sunghoon moans against your folds as he continues to lap at them, spit and your essence coating his lips and chin. the stimulation is becoming too much for you and you tug on his tail harshly to get him to release your puffy lips, needing his cock more and more by the second.

“can't even be a good little girl for me, can you?” his voice is deep as he watches you, tail stilled as your hand is still wrapped around his soft fur. “always have to disobey…”

you shake your head, pinching at the base of his tail, a wicked grin crossing your face as you see his cock stiffen even further between his legs.

“knock it off,” he warns, eyes glinting as he pries your hand off his tail, taking both of your hands in one palm and pinning them above your head. “can't just be a good little bunny. always have to be a greedy little slut.” he watches as your ears fold at the degradation, your cunt spasming around nothing.

“hoonie, please…” your begging doesn't seem to affect him as his eyes bore into yours. “no hoonie for you, baby.”

you whine in his hold, trying to free your hands from his grasp. his free hand slides from the grip it has on your hip around to grab your fluffy white tail, tugging on it until you squirm from the pain. “my little painslut...” he coos, feeling your tail twitch in his hold as he continues to pin you down. “now take what i fucking give you, bun.”

you nod, brain feeling fuzzy as you watch sunghoon line himself up with your entrance. he buries his monster cock to the hilt with one motion, your dripping slick aiding in his thrust. your wetness drips around you, pooling around your ass and thighs while seeping into the sheets beneath you. “eugh– please…” you whimper as you feel him nearly in your throat.

sunghoon pushes his hips flush to your pelvic bone as he watches the bulge appear in your stomach. he leans down, a pained groan slipping from your lips as he somehow reaches even further inside. he bites lightly at the skin of your navel, lapping at the spot where he can see and feel his tip protruding through your delicate stomach.

“ahhh, look at you…” sunghoon smiles, canines on full display as his tail swooshes behind him lightly. “you were made to be fucked like this, my little bunny.”

you still try to wriggle in his hold, the searing grip he now has on your hip burning the skin there as you fight to have your hands free. your hands reach endlessly for his ears, needing something to hold onto, but sunghoon easily overpowers you continuously.

“nice try,” his voice is mocking and wicked as he slides all the way out before slamming back inside, setting a torturous pace as the pleasure of his veiny length mixes with the delicious pain from the stretch of his girth. he's always like this, somehow fucking you even wider with each time he has you, always reaching deeper, pressing further, fucking harder.

you babble incoherently as you stare into sunghoon's trained gaze, his resolve beginning to slip a bit as he allows himself to enjoy the tight walls wrapping his length in an insatiable warmth. “already fucked out? we've barely even started.”

you shake your head to disagree, but sunghoon's hand at your waist comes up to cup your chin. he pries your mouth open as he continues thrusting deep inside, before pressing as close as possible and leaning over to spit right into your mouth. he shuts your lips quickly and chases the action with a searing kiss, canines nipping your lip lightly. you moan into his mouth as he breaches your wet heat with his tongue, pushing deep inside and exploring in a rushed frenzy. sunghoon pulls away after a moment, accentuating your finished kiss with another yank of his cock nearly leaving your heat before shoving back inside, balls slapping against your ass as he continues his mind numbing, pussy destroying pace.

“gonna fuck you full of my pups, little bunny.” sunghoon rambles, hand snaking down to your clit  to torture you further, overstimulating you from all ends. you gasp, back arching off the bed as little whimpers and ah ah's leave your mouth, nose twitching as you get closer to your orgasm. “that's it, gonna cum for me? gonna milk this cock, baby? my little girl loves taking this knot, doesn't she?”

you nod wildly as his words reach your floppy ears, screaming out as your pussy clamps down around his length. sunghoon cums hard as he feels your walls sucking him in, pushing his hips flush to you to ensure you don't lose a single drop of him.

you feel his knot expanding at your entrance, trapping his seed inside successfully. sunghoon lets go of your hands, falling down gently atop your body. he feels exhaustion seeping through him already, though he knows you're not even close to being done.

sunghoon brings both of your wrists to his mouth to pepper kisses across them. once he's let go, occupying himself by fondling your breasts, he feels you growing wetter beneath him as you play with his ears. “gotta wait for my knot to die down, bunny. be patient.”

you shake your head in defiance, pinching his chin between your fingers. “tell your knot to hurry the fuck up.”

sunghoon groans, already feeling himself grow harder at your insistence to take charge while he's still inside you. “it's my turn to be on top, after that you can sit inside me all night long. okay, puppy?”

sunghoon nods dumbly, already feeling dizzy as you watch him, the look in your eyes shifting instantly as you see his tail swishing faster behind him, ears perking up despite his body's exhaustion. “you like the sound of that, my filthy little pup?”

sunghoon groans as he takes your nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around the hardened bud, eyes fluttering shut as he focuses on his work and waits for his knot to deflate. “dumb puppies need to take what they're given,” you tell him, watching as his ears twitch at your words. spit pools around your nipple and drips down the curves of your chest, sunghoon's tongue losing control as he laps at your breast, the taste of you addictive in his mouth. he nips gently, tugging on your nipple lightly, canines scraping against the sensitive peak. your back arches up off the bed, causing his now deflated dick to slip out of your pulsing heat. your entrance gapes around nothing, slick dripping out along with your cum mixture, painting your bodies in a delicious concoction of your juices. 

you tug sunghoon off your breast by his quivering ear, his mouth dropping open from the delicious pain of your grip on his sensitive fur. you force sunghoon to switch places with you, mounting him quickly. he looks completely fucked out below you as he stares up in awe, watching as your pretty white ears flop to the sides as you grasp him tightly in your soft hand, yanking quickly to get him fully hard again.

“fuck, bunny, slow down…” sunghoon whines beneath you, squirming as his ears lie back against his head, making himself smaller in your hold. “you had your fun, but it's my turn now.” you tell him, grinning as you see his length now straining against his abdomen. you lean down and trace your tongue across the lines of his abs, licking around his length before kissing the tip. “love your cock,” you groan, suckling on his mushroom tip for a moment before pulling away and holding his length once more. “but i need you inside me again.” sunghoon misses the barely there desperation in your voice, only hearing the demanding tone between your syllables swimming into his ears that sit flush against his hair, pressed back in a show of submission to you.

you raise your hips before sinking down onto his length once more, sitting with just the tip inside to torture him for a moment before taking a seat. sunghoon groans beneath you, tail thumping wildly against the bed at the oversensitivity of his cock. “stop, stop–” he whines, pushing your body away.

“knock it off, puppy.” sunghoon hears the venom dripping off your tongue and he whimpers loudly as you begin to rock atop his body. you allow one of his hands to spaly against your back, burying his palm in your bushy tail. sunghoon holds it lightly this time, only squeezing or pinching accidentally when you seem to sink lower and lower with each movement. he feels impossibly close, yet never close enough, his other hand coming to hold your hip once more, pulling you down further. his mind and body are in a war, pushing and pulling simultaneously as overstimulation wraps him in a vice grip.

your aching hole envelops his weeping cock in a warmth he can never describe, wetness trickling down his balls as your slick pours out. “love having you like this,” you smile, covering his hand on your hip and squeezing lightly while your free hand cups his jaw. you push two fingers into his mouth and he sucks them in diligently, “such a good puppy for me, so well behaved, aren't you?” sunghoon nods around your fingers, lapping at them continuously as you rock steadily atop his body. his tail stills as you feel his tip leak inside you, more pre cum dribbling out and mixing with the slick coating the two of you.

“ahh, my little puppy is close…” you quicken the pace, fingers leaving his mouth and traveling to his throat where you tighten around his windpipe. “gonna cum, little baby? can't even handle me like this, can you? always cumming first when bunny's on top, such a big bad husky can't handle me, can he?”

sunghoon's whines are insistent, his mouth now slack as his tongue lolls out, panting wildly as he begins to meet your movements with thrusts upwards. “fuuuuck–”

“such a dumb little slut…” you whisper, mainly to yourself, as you feel his dick straining inside you. “be useful for once and fill me up like the little whore you are, puppy.”

those words send sunghoon tumbling over the edge, the knot in his stomach tightening impossibly before breaking. he holds your hips flush to his own as he cums deep inside, the stream never ending as you continue rocking up and down, chasing your own orgasm.

“can't even make me cum, can you? useless little fuck pup.”

sunghoon shakes his head, overstimulation hoarding his senses as he wildly finds your clit with his fingers, rubbing senselessly on the abused bud. your tail begins to twitch and nose scrunches up as your mouth begins to fall open at his movements. “just like that, keep going…” sunghoon's movements continue until you're clenching around him impossibly tight, forcing more cum to spurt from his flushed tip. the familiar feeling of skin expanding near your entrance washing over you like a comforting blanket as your essence is trapped inside your hole.

sunghoon's tail is still and ears are still pinned to his head as he heaves, trying desperately to catch his breath. you flop down stop his body, head landing on his bare chest with a gentle thud. you press a kiss to his pectoral, grabbing at his muscular bicep and pressing your nails inside as your ears stand at attention.

“no, no more, bunny…” sunghoon whimpers between deep breaths, ears finally standing back up as he comes back into his mind. “puppy is so tired…”

you whine, nuzzling into his chest before glancing up at his exhausted face with wide eyes and a pout lacing your lips. “i said no, bun.” his dominating side is slowly showing itself once more as your lips quiver, your pussy aching despite him still being inside you, trapping your seed together inside your insistent hole.

“i need you…” you whimper, watching him closely for any sign of him caving.

“and i need sleep.” sunghoon's tone spells finality, and you groan as his knot begins to die down, allowing wetness to seep out. “i love you so so much, but hoonie needs to sleep, and so do you, bun. it's three in the fucking morning.”

you whine as he attempts to pull out of you and you tug on his relaxed ear. the act pulls a snarl from sunghoon's lips, canines flashing briefly in reaction to your brattiness.

“can you stay inside?”

sunghoon sighs deeply, feeling his resolve faltering as he whispers a small, “fine,” before shifting both of you to lie on your sides, his length still sheathed deep inside your whimpering hole.

you grin widely at his reluctant answer, giggling as you press your hips against his. “didn't say you could move, did i?”

you shake your head, hiding your face in his neck. sunghoon brings his nose to your neck and rubs, inhaling the aroma from your scent gland before nipping lightly at it, adding to the flurry of marks that litter your ass, thighs, and tits from hours ago. this one is the most important, though, as his possessive, animalistic side seeps through when he bites down there. you try to hide the skin of your neck but he tugs on one of your ears, making you crane your head as he continues biting and licking there, ensuring his smell is present on you.

you whimper as he pulls away from your delicate skin, tilting your chin up to catch your lips in a slow, deep kiss. “now go to sleep, my insatiable little bunny.”

you nod as he presses one last kiss to your once pouty lips, now smiling softly as you nuzzle into his chest, sniffing lightly at the calming yet intoxicating aroma that emanates from his sweaty form. his tail wraps around both of your legs, brushing over your own puffy white one, the warmth against your fur making you sink further into his embrace as your smile grows. sunghoon's free hand strokes your now floppy ears lightly, the feeling of the soft fur beneath his fingers lulling his mind deeper into sleep.

little does sunghoon know that he'll be pinching your clit in merely an hour and edging you into oblivion as punishment for waking him up by fucking yourself on his sleeping form. but he expected as much...

you are a bunny, after all.

[ittybittyremy]

bells hells' points about the archheart conversation (c3e108)

I organized everyone's points so that it would be easier to analyze them

This may look a little messy so sorry in advance

Note: I am only including the conversation and not anything afterwards (i.e. Braius' interaction with Asmodeus)

Conversation starts at 3:19:30 on Beacon

Chetney

Reminds the team that there is another god who has a similar opinion to the Archheart

Reminds the group that the last bit of the lock on Predathos shared a similarity with the Divine Gate. He wonders if they break down the gate, would it pull the pin on Predathos, keeping them back for a bit. And if that was the case, it could be fair game

Agrees with Orym's “I don’t know that we need to decide that we have to throw the switch instead of him when we at least have a chance to cut off his hand before he pulls it”

Asks Imogen and Fearne “I’m not Ruidusborn, so it’s not really up to me. How do you feel about the notion that one of you or both of you could be asked to be a vessel? Where are you? How are you feeling about that?”

Says “I don't know” at Imogen's “but there’s no way I’m more powerful than some of the Exaltants up there already”

Thinks it’s crazy that the gods could see BH as their last ditch effort

Says “right” (Regarding Braius’ “At the end of the day, whoever succeeds, whoever has power, whoever accomplishes their goals, they can make things right. You have to win first”)

“The weird part is all these different parties have the same goal, to push the reset button, to grab the reins. We all have different perspectives. The Unseelie want the chance to do it and wipe the slate but they want to be in charge. Ludinus, same thing, but he wants to be in charge. I’m not saying we’re wrong. I think we’re better, but we’re really no different.”

“I was asking if he had talked to Ludinus or done this before, like a catalyst, like a voice in your ear. I don’t know”

Feels like they’re having their strings pulled

Thinks that they should talk to the Matron because “conversations are important. Everything breaks down when people don’t talk.”

Laudna

“I really liked [the Archheart]”

“The other scary thing is if he’s sending Ruidusborn to their deaths, is he testing the boundary or are they testing who’s powerful enough to possibly take Predathos into them?”

Agrees with Dorian's view that releasing Predathos is inevitable but wanting to be there when it happens

Mentions that the Matron may be the one that has similar ideas to the Archheart

Wonders if Ludinus will be successful in broadcasting the gods destroying Aeor

Thinks there’s a chance that the gods strike back if the broadcast is released as there powers wanes

Reminds the group that Archheart said “a second Calamity”

Reminds Imogen that she’s very capable when she says “but there’s no way I’m more powerful than some of the Exaltants up there already”

Thinks that “being Ruidusborn doesn’t necesarily gives them godlike or god eater powers…”

“If it’s not [Imogen’s] mother, it’s probably one of the two of you. And that makes my stomach turn”

Doesn't think the gods are a monolith

“We’re the worst. Like just kind of in general, like we are a bunch of fuck-ups. We’re kind of the worst. Strangely, I think that’s the quality that everyone sees in us that makes us the best for this job” (Regarding Orym saying that the gods could see BH as their last ditch effort)

Agree’s with Chetney's “I think we’re better, but we’re really no different [from the others who want to release Predathos]"

“We learn more everyday. We’re still on this journey. No decisions have been made. We’re not speaking in absolutions.”

Thinks the RQ ”has a reason to take all of this very personally more so than any of the others”

Dorian

Thinks that Predathos being released is inevitable. He would rather be there when it happens

“Cowards are often honest” (about the Archheart)

Wonders if there’s a chance that the gods strike back if the broadcast is released as there powers wanes

Nods at Orym’s “Ludinus is at the end of the road no matter what.”

“Faith’s a hard thing to let go of” (regarding Imogen’s “but a lot of people on this world depend on [the gods]”)

“It’s hard to believe but there is real evil in the world. I’ve seen it. Not everything deserves a second chance… But maybe you’re right, I wish you were. I wish the world were the way you saw it but it’s got to be done, but that’s not a chance I’m willing to take either” (in regards to Fearne saying that Predathos potentially being good)

“I think Predathos is a weapon. Do we want to have the power to wield it? I don’t know. But I trust us more than anyone”

“It was so ugly the way we did [the mission], but we did do what we came here for.”

Asks Chetney if he thinks “we’re getting our strings pulled”

“I think (the Raven Queen) is motivated by fear as well. I would imagine if you could see the future, the one future you couldn’t see is the future where the gods come to an end.” (Going under the assumption the she can see the future)

Braius

He saw the deal as the vessel “being” Predathos

Makes an affirming sound at Orym’s “it can end at job one, if you do it successfully”

Doesn’t think they went to far with the mission. “We’re on a mission to save the world. Some stuff is going to happen. It’s all in service of a greater good”

“At the end of the day, whoever succeeds, whoever has power, whoever accomplishes their goals, they can make things right. You have to win first”

Fearne

“The deal is that we would [release Predathos]”

Thinks most of the world believes in the gods

“What about the other gods? What if they have different ideas?”

Wonders if we should get the opinions of other gods

Thinks the Archheart seemed tired

Doesn’t answer Chetney’s question about how she feels about potentially being a vessel

“I mean, listen, If it’s something that’s got to be done. It’s got to be done. Personally, I think- I don’t know, I think if something is captured up there, this Predathos. Does it make us any better that we’re keeping him caged up just to save other people and other things?”

“What if [Predathos] just want[s] to go back and be with his family?”

Agrees with Dorian's “Not everything deserves a second chance.” (regarding Predathos)

Strongly agrees with Imogen’s “What the Archheart is trying to convince us to do is the exact same thing that everyone else is trying to do.”

Imogen

“[The Archheart] made some really amazing points”

“Do we really want to follow?”

The deal is that we would still wake up Predathos. That’s the deal they want; wake up Predathos.”

She highlights that the people who believe in the gods wouldn’t get what they want

“The Archheart made it pretty clear that taking Predathos would be [deadly]”

Thinks the Archheart seemed tired

Agree with Ashton’s “I do think that most scenarios in this current situation lead to just the worst that we can imagine”

Agrees with Orym’s “Ludinus is at the end of the road no matter what.”

“I haven’t really thought about it yet, Chet. I’ve been of the notion that I don’t want to let Predathos free. I know so many people disagree with what the gods do, and so many in our group do. But a lot of people on this world depend on them. To throw that all away seems callous.” (When Chetney asked about how she feels about potentially being a vessel)

Wonders if they went to far with the mission

Agree with Dorian’s “Faith’s a hard thing to let go of”

“It’s not like, you know, their faith would be shattered because they don’t know. Their faith would be shattered because their gods abandoned them. Their gods would have run away from them in their time of need when all of their Ruidians or Reilorans are destroying their lands and demons from the depths are breaking through portals. I don’t know what will happen, to Orym’s point. So I don’t know how I feel about back that play up. But I think if it’s going to happen, if it has to happen, if there’s no stopping it, if it comes down to it and he’s coming out, then I would gladly step up and at least try. But there’s no way I’m more powerful than some of the Exaltants up there already”

“I think us (Fearne and Imogen) combined, there might be some hope”

Wonders if Predathos could be like Gloamglut. “He’s just young”

"Well, I kind of sensed him. He wants to eat” (Regarding Fearne wondering if Predathos just wants to go back to his family)

Thinks that they should talk to the Matron of Ravens to see what she has to say

Agrees with Dorian’s “It was so ugly the way we did [the mission], but we did do what we came here for.”

“What the Archheart is trying to convince us to do is the exact same thing that everyone else is trying to do.”

Wonders if the RQ knew her champions would become the catalyst for the key

Orym

“We’ve yet to see one thing that proves to us what will happen after that thing is let loose. We’ve had people tell us it will be fine, we’ve had people tell us it would be destructive. We’ve had a god tell us to fight. We’ve had a god tell us to burn it all to the ground.”

He wouldn’t risk it because he doesn’t think anyone, including Ludinus, knows what will happen when Predathos is let free

Disagrees with Dorian statement of “I think it’s coming, one way or the other, and I’d rather be there when it does”

Highlights that they’re making a play for Ludinus because taking Predathos on would be deadly

Acknowledges that the gods may have different ideas

“It’s a big coin toss, guys”

Agrees with Dorian’s “There’s no one I trust more than us”

Thinks that “Ludinus is at the end of the road no matter what.”

“I don’t know that we need to decide that we have to throw the switch instead of [Ludinus] when we at least have a chance to cut off his hand before he pulls it”

Thinks that it can/could end with cutting Ludinus’ hand before he pulls the switch “if you do it successfully”

“There’s nothing saying that you have to flip that switch and turn reality upside down. None of you can tell me what will happen if one our friends does what Ludinus wants to do. None of you have any evidence, proof. Intuition doesn’t cut it. Your gut does not cut it. You are putting the population of this world at risk. So I hope you are all fucking sure at the end of the road. I’ll be there to get you there. I’ll stand by your side. I will do my damnedest to keep you all alive. But don’t let it be a coin toss or ‘let’s see what happens,’ because you just don’t know”

“I also just over the last months have the feeling that we’re walking some line and that’s why so many of them are paying attention to us. Maybe they see us as a last ditch effort”

“It is, but it’s uncanny.”(Replying to Chetney’s “it’s crazy” that they’re the gods’ last ditch effort)

“No one said it was going to be easy” (Regarding Imogen asking if they went too far with the mission)

Ashton

“It’s a deal I can get behind”

“Everyone gets what they want”

Does not think most of the world believes in the gods, just “a lot” of them do

“They get to live” (In response to Fearne talking about other gods having other ideas)

They trust Archheart the most (of all the gods) because “he’s the only one who had clear misgivings. Everyone else was hand wringing. He was the only one who was actually - He was the only one with a big picture”

Trusts Archheart because he sees them as a coward. He thinks cowards are honest

“Big coin” (when Orym says that it’s “a big coin toss”)

Feels that they would know if Ludinus was broadcasting the Gods vs Aeor already

“I do think that most scenarios in this current situation lead to just the worst that we can imagine”

Says the they trust Imogen and Fearne (after Laudna reminds Ashton of the potential second Calamity)

Thinks that “it should be us”

Agrees with Orym’s “Ludinus is at the end of the road no matter what.”

“Job one. [Ludinus] doesn’t touch the switch” (Regarding Orym's “I don’t know that we need to decide that we have to throw the switch instead of [Ludinus] when we at least have a chance to cut off his hand before he pulls it”)

Responds to Orym’s “don’t let it be a coin toss” (Regarding releasing Predathos) with “Well, then we’re very lucky that we no longer have anyone who believes and puts their faith in a coin toss” and leaves

[listentoace]

Hey, I wanted to address a couple of things.

I have been receiving several asks regarding some of my recent posts. I admit they are darker than the usual stuff. That was a decision I consciously made, because I do tend to have darker fantasies and wanted to see how they would be received. I consider most of the criticism I received to be valid points. Here are a few of them:

The whole idea of "ruining yourself"/"ruining your body" as you're gaining weight can be found fatphobic

Connecting feederism to habitual behavior, addiction, loss of control, and even brain damage can be found scary or even disturbing

Encouraging people to embrace health issues (both physical and mental) because of feederism can be found toxic

Constantly connecting feederism and weight gain with the negative side effects (sluggishness and laziness, health issues, societal judgement, etc.) can lead to the conclusion that feederism, obesity, indulgence, etc. are generally bad things

I won't try to defend myself. In fact, I completely agree with (most) criticism I received. The only kind of "criticism" I don't recognize are attacks toward me personally, but that's just reflected in a minority of the asks I receive. To all people who have sent me asks: it's great that you're sharing your opinion and thoughts, and I encourage you to keep doing so!

I think it is necessary to mention again that I don't mean anyone any harm. I am not fatphobic, and I do not mean to force any kinks upon anyone. This is just me writing and recording some horny ideas I occasionally have for those people who are into the same stuff. It is also very important to mention that in many cases, the fantasy of something can be very hot, while the reality of it could be very stressful and traumatizing. This is especially the case with more intense fantasies and kinks, e.g., being kidnapped and fattened. Everything I write takes place in "fantasy land". Nothing I post is meant as a threat, actual encouragement for dangerous behavior or self harm, or other harmful behavior. Pleae keep this in mind!

Getting back to the criticism: Yes, I like the dark stuff. I am very intrigued by the idea of feedees getting fatter for pleasure, despite all the negative consequences that can come with weight gain and obesity. I also enjoy calling people out for it, both with mild teasing and with very direct "you're damaging yourself" claims. I know that this is not everybody's cup of tea, which is why I already tag all posts with darker topics related to self-destruction, severe health issues, permanent damage and even death with "#death feederism" and "#death feedist". This is also mentioned in my pinned info post under "My Content", encouraging people to hide these tags who are not into certain content I post. However, it is quite clear that this isn't a great solution – otherwise I would not be receiving these asks.

I am very open to solving this issue together. After all, it always has been my personal ambition to write and record content for your enjoyment and pleasure. I want to make you – the readers and listeners – feel good and excited. I don't mean to scare or disturb you with my darker fantasies and kinks that don't appeal to you. Nonetheless, I do enjoy causing "holy shit, this is really bad, but it just feels so good!" pleasure and horniness.

In the past, I occasionally made use of trigger warnings at the top of my posts. If I recall correctly, I did hide the main content behind the "Keep reading" button. This was not consistent, but I am open to generally implementing this for all future posts that include sensitive subjects, such as death feederism, consensual non-consent, heavy conditioning and brain damage, or severe degradation and objectification.

However, before I do that, I first wanted to recognize the asks I received and open the conversation by addressing these issues. I encourage you to share your thoughts on this with me in the comments, asks, or my dms. Please let me know whether you think the combination of a trigger warning and a "Keep reading" button is sufficient and reasonable. I will still be tagging my posts accordingly, like I've done in the past, so filtering through hiding certain hashtags will remain an option either way.

I'm looking forward to your feedback and ideas, thank you for the criticism! :)

[3-2-whump]

Mistaken Accusation

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Well, let's get into it. Beginning of the end. Special thanks to my beta readers @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz ! Do mind the tags, and enjoy

This chapter does reference The Hit, so please skim that first if you are not already familiar with it

Author's Note: This is where shit gets real (more real, that is), and where the author may make some decisions that might not vibe with the readers. To those readers, all I will say is fanfiction is a thing, canon divergence is a thing, and I will honestly be more intrigued than mad if you end up scrapping this part and writing your own version! (Just lmk, like tag me or dm me so I can see?) But, um, yeah, onto the chapter!

TW/CW: description and mention of STD, prostitution whump, mock execution, gun violence (brief, but there), collared whumpee, bound and blindfolded whumpee, shock, emotional whump, fear of death, pissing oneself out of fear, emotional angst, degrading language, toxic relationship, manipulative whumper, possessive whumper, intimate whumper

As Khaled relieved himself in the office bathrooms near the end of the day, he hissed under his breath at the burning sensation coming out of him. That can’t be good, he thought. What would make it feel like he was passing acid or fire down there? He looked down at his dick, eyes widening a little as he saw how inflamed his urethra looked. Khaled let out a mortified little squeak. What’s wrong with my penis?

Should I tell Master? Telling his master that he suspected he’d caught something would only lead to probing questions about Khaled’s sex life, even though he wasn’t the one who had visited every whorehouse within the tristate area. Probing questions about his sex life would mean admitting that he was sleeping with Julio, and admitting that he was sleeping with Julio would only fuel his master’s possessive side and make things far worse for him. Khaled could imagine no situation in which he would come out unscathed if he told Thomas about it. So, he decided not to tell him.

He didn’t have to endure his secret for long though, because as soon as he came back into his master’s office, he could sense the energy had changed. 

“Is there something wrong, Boss?” Khaled asked nervously.

“I have just received information from our foot soldiers and informants that the motorcycle that my would-be assassin rode when he got away came from Alvarez Auto and Motorcycles, a known front of Juicio Divino,” Thomas gritted out.

Khaled’s jaw dropped as his mind slowly put together the pieces that he had in his hands all along. Of course, it was Julio, how could I be so blind?! he thought. Just over a year ago, Khaled himself approached the scrapyard assassin asking him to teach him how to kill, and had been crawling back to him in various states of distress ever since. Julio was one of two people on earth who knew how badly Thomas actually treated him, and, combined with his overprotective tendencies, Khaled mentally beat himself up for not suspecting his boyfriend sooner. 

His master’s stormy gray eyes narrowed at Khaled in a piercing glare as he pushed his tablet across the desk. “Incidentally, you have been visiting Alvarez Auto pretty frequently over the past year, haven’t you?”

Khaled’s stomach twisted in dread as he leaned in closer to read it. There, opened on his slave tracking app, was a map with pins of most-frequently visited locations he had been tracked to, and there was a damning bright red pin at the address of Julio’s garage. His mouth went dry as he opened and closed it in shock, trying to collect the right words to say as the opportunity to beg for mercy slipped through his fingers like sand. “I- Master, I- it’s not what you think-”

The older man disdainfully held up a hand, a nonverbal cue that he didn’t want to hear it. Khaled shrank in on himself. “How did you even pay for a hit against me, huh?” the boss asked. “I know you haven’t made that much money since I’ve started paying you! How could you afford to put out a hit?” His voice lowered to a growl. “Did you bend over for that cholo son of a bitch? Did you let him fuck you like I fuck you? Is that why you’ve got an infection –don’t deny it, Khaled, it hurt when I pissed this morning!”

The world seemed to stop as the air quickly left Khaled’s lungs. Wait, what? He was being accused of conspiring against his master, then of being a whore within the same breath? And to make matters worse, he somehow gave his owner an STD before he realized he had one himself? His breaths came out shallow as his body began trembling in fear. What does this mean for me? What’s going to happen to me? He nearly passed out as his imagination went wild with how severe his punishment would be. “Master, please, I had no idea-”

“Shut up!”

Khaled ceased his begging instantly, a nauseous wave of dread coiling in his stomach as he waited for his master to dole out his sentence. “You will never see anybody besides me again,” his master said, glowering at him in contempt as Khaled’s eyes widened in horror. He got up from his chair and circled around Khaled, with a familiar black shock collar and a length of chain in hand. “I’ll give you a chance to say your goodbyes before we leave.”

Khaled regained enough of his senses to shake his head and back away from the man approaching him. “But, Master, I didn’t-”

The world snapped to the right in a stinging blow as Thomas backhanded him. Khaled rubbed his sore cheek and winced in pain. “You’re lucky I don’t outright kill you, though I still might, if you keep whining like that!” he yelled. Khaled turned silent and sullen, still cradling his sore cheek as the collar tightened like a noose around his throat. “Now, come on, let’s make your final goodbyes count.” His master attached the chain leash to a notch in the shock collar and pulled Khaled towards the exit.

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Khaled was pulled through the whole office and out to the guard shack like that, stopping periodically as his master made him explain what was going on and why he was leaving to everyone they met. Khaled’s voice was shaking like a leaf the first stop they made; by the time they made it to the guard shack, he was unable to utter anything intelligible past his tears. Nico’s jaw dropped as Thomas explained what had happened and why Khaled was never going to see him again.

“But, he didn’t do it, sir!” he objected, pushing himself out of his desk chair and standing up to face him. “He had no part in it! I can prove it, just listen to me!”

As much as Khaled wanted to interrogate that ‘I can prove it’ claim just a little more, Tom ignored him. He pulled the leash taut and yanked Khaled away. Khaled frantically pulled at the collar around his neck, emitting choked gasps as he stumbled along and struggled to keep up.

They ended up back at the car, where Tom unclipped his leash and pushed the button on the key fob to unlock the trunk of the car. Khaled was shoved up roughly against the side of the car as his hands were gathered behind his back and bound tightly by a soft and silky material, most likely a necktie. “Master, please, please, hear me out –I didn’t put a hit on you, I swear!” he once again tried to explain through a mess of snot and tears. “I don’t want to kill you, why would I want to kill you? Please –listen to me! I don’t want to kill you; I swear I didn’t know!” Thomas dragged him to the back of the car, where he stared down at him in cold fury. He took out a dark cloth from his pocket and unfolded it. Khaled preemptively opened his mouth to receive it, but then the man tied the cloth around his eyes to blind him. He quietly shut his mouth as the blindfold was tied tight enough to catch his hair. He heard the trunk of the car quietly whoosh open before he was picked up and shoved inside. The door of the trunk slammed shut, sealing him in an extra layer of darkness.

The ride seemed to stretch on forever as Khaled shivered in the darkness. It was still far too cold to be riding back there without anything to keep him warm. Throughout the darkness he begged, then screamed, then cried, then sniffled, knowing damn well his master couldn’t hear him.

Time seemed to work differently in the dark, cramped confines of a car trunk. Khaled was unsure of how much time had passed since he was shoved in the trunk, but he was more than concerned that they seemed to keep driving far longer than it usually took to get back to the apartments. He’s never going to forgive me, he realized as he rested his head onto the floor of the trunk. He really thinks I planned to kill him, and now he’s going to take me out into the woods and kill me, or do something so horrific it will make me wish I had died. A fresh round of tears soaked into his blindfold as Khaled whimpered pathetically. I don’t want to die, not like this.

Goddamnit, Julio, you tried to be the hero, and now I’m gonna end up dead in a ditch somewhere, Khaled cursed in his head.

The car rolling to a stop and faint click that preceded the trunk unlocking made Khaled’s heartrate speed up. A new wave of anxiety hit him much like the blast of midwinter air when the trunk was opened and he was pulled out. He didn’t feel concrete underneath his shoes, and the fresh icy chill of the air around him told him they weren’t in the parking garage. We really are in the woods somewhere, he thought, his hopes sinking like lead as his master’s hand gripped his elbow and steered him along to an unknown destination. He’s really driven me out to the woods somewhere to kill me. Khaled stumbled as his foot hit an unseen obstruction, but his master dragged him along regardless. This is it. I’m gonna die. His breaths started picking up, heart racing as that last thought worked him up into another nervous state. His owner stopped and threw him forward onto the ground. Khaled landed face first into a cold and wet patch of snow, judging on how it felt when it absorbed his impact. “Get up and kneel.” Khaled’s breaths stopped in his throat. There was no room in his master’s frigid tone for argument. He pushed himself up the best he could with his hands bound behind his back, shivering not just from the cold as he assumed a kneeling position.

A cold, metallic object pressed against the back of the young man’s skull. “If you’ve got anything to say, say it now,” his master’s voice said behind him. A wet and warm spot began to soak his pants in the front. Khaled’s mind went blank. He was so scared he nearly forgot his owner had asked for his last words. He caught his trembling lip between his teeth before shaking his head. Whatever he could say for his last words would go unheeded anyway, lost in the winter’s chill and the indifferent New England woods. He hung his head in resignation, ready for the explosive pain followed by sudden oblivion and nothingness, or whatever it was that lie ahead.

He had at least hoped he would see his father’s face before the end. But the only image his shielded eyes could conjure up before he died was a pair of sharp, steel gray eyes.

Click.

Nothing happened.

The gun lowered, and heavy footsteps crunched in the snow as his would-be executioner walked around to the front of him.

Khaled was still alive. Somehow, he was still alive. There was a light brush of hands reaching behind his head before the blindfold fell away, revealing a familiar face staring down at him with those same steel gray eyes. Khaled’s breath shimmered in the cold moonlit night. He was alive. He wasn’t going to die. He was alive.

All the fear and tension left his body like his vaporous breath in the night as he slumped forward, crying tears of relief into his master’s shoulder as he caught him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” he sobbed between each breath.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s alright, it’s alright,” Thomas soothed as he reached behind Khaled to untie his hands. “I believe you for now, it’s alright.” As soon as his hands were free, Khaled wrapped them around the older man’s neck, hugging him close as he bawled into his shoulder. “I thought about it, but there is no way I can definitively prove it was you.” A muscular pair of arms wrapped around him and held him close, drawing him into the warmth. “And besides, my favorite fuck toy, plotting to kill me?” His master laughed. “No way you’re smart enough for that! I didn’t buy you for your brains, you know!”

“Yes, yes, I’m stupid, I am so fucking stupid, thank you!” Khaled cried. He nuzzled his cold wet face into Tom’s warm neck and peppered the man’s jawline with kisses, murmuring his gratitude between every kiss. He was alive, he didn’t die, and that was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

“Let’s go home,” Thomas said, hoisting Khaled onto his feet. “The takeout I bought is getting cold, and you need a change of pants.”

He led the young man through the woods back to side of the road where he had parked his car. “I was completely serious about you never seeing anybody else again, by the way,” he reminded him as he opened the passenger side door. Khaled slid gratefully inside, happy to be in the heated part of the car. “You are relieved of your duties to the organization from now on,” Tom continued as he joined him on the driver’s side, “You are demoted to domestic service. You will stay at home and keep the penthouse spotless, welcoming me to it every evening with warm food and your warmer body. You will stay in the apartment and not leave for anything unless it is with me or a trusted associate. You will never see anybody again. That’ll keep you from conspiring to kill me, or from spreading your legs for anyone else but me, and only I will decide when it’s time to bring you back out again.” He pushed the button and started up the vehicle, setting the heaters to full blast.

Khaled nodded. What did he care about being stuck at home and never seeing anybody again? He was alive, and right now, as he held his freezing fingers close to the vents, that was all that mattered.

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[anthrophobixx]

Since there's discourse again, I wanna remind everyone that most dsaf shippers r welcome on my acc, this includes davesport, harrysport, jakesport whatever the fuck, just don't ship Henry n Dee with anyone n we're good. Also, if someone is uncomfortable with any of the ships I mentioned they have every right to be, shouldn't be forced to like the ship AND shouldn't have content of the ship shoved in their face. I support joy n whimsy have fun everyone 👍

[fisheito]

i wanted to see altaria rei then i started goofin around

[asydicsydney]

Me and a friend made NV Year 12 bingo cards. Here's mine:

[ratatatastic]

[transgender-catboy]

Pinterest is fucking abysmal

[arklay]

RESIDENT EVIL → DR. DIANA WESKER

but i will transcend and vomit this loser out of me i will become the next big thing

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[thewingedwolf]

having a group of gay friends where this is their first group of gay friends apparently means they don’t find my “our one token straight friend is like a little gay” jokes funny apparently aksjsjs or when i bitch specifically about the gay dating scene near chicago being dominated by annoying white ex theater gays, they immediately get into like “well there are messy gay poc” yeah i’m aware of that, i’m talking about a really specific issue with the gays in this area pls keep up

[neriyon]

Con loot! There's also like 5 bottles of soda not pictured, lol

Zenos charm is from qpeura, tiny Emet charm from atomeja and Xie Lian print from shanuraru! Sadly I couldn't figure out which table Quincy and Blade pins came from but they were very cute pins!

[coffeeflavored-tears]

thrift store resellers fucking DIE AND STOP FUCKING DOING THAT I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOOOOOOD

[genekies]

screaming, tearing my hair out, sobbing face down on my bed

[ovaryacted]

PAIRING: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x f! reader || WC: 900 CW: MDNI/18+. NSFW. Missionary Position/Mating Press. Overstimulation. Mentions of sub-space. Logan is an endearing tease.

Alright...Y'all know I just had to. If it wasn't already evident based on my previous posts, Wolverine is rotting my brain and Hugh Jackman snuck up on me in my sleep and slipped into my head again. I had to get this out of my system before I went insane lmao, and don't worry, I have longer pieces in mind for claw daddy. When writing this, I also imagined the X-Men version of Logan cause I loved the og movies, so this isn't the variant Logan from the Deadpool movie but imagine whichever version tickles your fancy! Thanks to @ozarkthedog for helping me pinpoint his characterization btw. <3

At times, Logan knew he could be a lot to handle. Not that he would really give a fuck most days, but he became more conscious of his presence when he met you. Softer, much more pliant in comparison to him, covered in hard muscle and rugged tendons. You didn’t mind his intensity, much less his overbearing weight and heavy hand. In fact, you welcomed all of him and encouraged him to let loose and forget about his fears regarding how he handled you.

“I’m not made of glass, Logan. I can take it, trust me.”

You told him once, his eyes silently apprehensive as he glanced at you. He was always careful, always self-aware, and treated you with respect. You knew it would take much more convincing to get exactly what you wanted with your lover, who was too adamant about keeping Logan and Wolverine separated in your relationship. But just this once, you asked for his trust to try something else, something a little different.

Ultimately, you got what you wanted, but your curious ambition may have underestimated the situation.

Legs pinned above his broad shoulders, Logan’s hips hammered into you as he fucked you into the mattress. You’ve lost track of time since he pulled the first orgasm between your legs, the tip of his nose and upper lip covered in your slick, glistening under the dim lighting of your bedroom. He surprised you as he kept going, pulling another release out of you with the use of his thick fingers, and a third the moment he slipped his body into yours over and over again.

The back of your head lay limp against the crumbled pillow underneath, thighs shaking on impact and your body jolting upwards with every thrust Logan gave you. You didn’t have the energy to moan or cry out for him anymore, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, and your hands loosely held his flexing biceps.

You were lost, so far gone into pleasure, your brain wasn’t working anymore. The only thing on your mind was how the tip of Logan’s cock continued to hit that spot inside you with rehearsed precision, sending you further into that fuzzy headspace you seemed to enjoy. Your eyesight grew hazy, glossed over with tears on your lashline that began to fall down your warm cheeks. You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt a comforting palm on your face, fingertips tapping along your cheekbone in an attempt to ground you back to reality.

“You still with me, sugar?” He asked, gravelly voice filtering through your ears. You whined in response, pupils losing focus as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Not a single thought in your head now, huh?” The creases on Logan’s temple became more prominent as he smirked, deep strokes intensifying the heat you felt deep in your gut.

“C’mon sweetheart, need to hear you say something. Talk to me.” His nose bumped into yours, huffs evident on your bottom lip as you struggled to find your voice.

“Logan...” Your voice was breathless and raw, trailing off into a meek whimper at the feel of his other hand squeezing your waist. Your eyes trailed up to his own, hazel irises and a toothy smile came into view, causing you to clench around him. 

“There she is. This too much for you?” He knew it was, knew that this was what you asked of him, to push your limits and bring you to the point of no return.

Your mind fizzled out, the grip on his arm waning as he continued to thrust hard into you. You gave him a feeble nod, finding enough stamina to provide an answer. It was too much; three orgasms in, and your entire body felt on edge and overstimulated, sensitive to anything that was done or said within the confines of your bedroom. And yet, you didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to eat your own words and make him proud.

“I know, honey, I know. Just giving you what you wanted.” Logan teased, his tone dripping with sarcasm that matched his cocky expression.

You could feel yourself getting closer, your thighs and knees shaking on either side of his head. He continued to move against you, the hand that was on your waist drifted between your legs, seeking out your throbbing clit. His thumb pressed into the engorged nub, rubbing it in diligent circles that sent your hips jolting away from him. Logan held on to one of your thighs, pressing it towards the mattress and bending forward to pin you in place. Your heart raced, your chest ached, and you tightened at the violent wave of your next climax threatening to wash over you. 

“Keep your eyes on me, right up here. I gotcha.” Logan said, maintaining the powerful drives of his hips until you came around him with a scream of his name, doing your best to hold his gaze. You sobbed at the feeling, a neverending spiral of bliss filling your body and making your head go blank.

“That’s right, atta girl. Keep looking at me.” He rasped, groaning loudly under his breath and leaning down to give you a bruising kiss, spilling into you and filling you to the brim not that long afterwards.

Sure, Logan can be a lot to tolerate sometimes, but you didn’t mind being the one to handle him.

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