#ITS LITERALLY HIS LITTLE FIST PUMP HE DOES

[butchcarmy]

Omg do you have any more to say about sub carmy??? Literally obsessed with the idea😵‍💫

I’m sorry. I had too much to say.

Rating: Explicit (2.3k)

Tags: sub carmy, overstimulation, edging, use of toys (cock ring), praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, cum play, riding, oral (both), face sitting

It’s unreal, the way Carmy unravels so easily at your touch. With the rights words, he’ll come on the spot. It’s hot, but frustrating for you, not because you’re mad at him for coming, but because you’ve never quite had your fill playing with him. Luckily, the two of you figure out a solution:

A cock ring.

“How it feel? Not too tight, is it?” After lubing Carmy’s cock and the toy up, you’ve slipped the silicone ring at the base of his shaft, fitted right above his balls. He’s starting to harden in your slippery hands.

“No, it’s good. Just right,” Carmy sighs. He’s leaned back against a pile of cushions on your bed, clothes shucked to the side. Your eyes follow the rise and fall of his chest before looking back at his cock. Your hands itch to squeeze at his chest, run your fingers through the little curls there, but not right now. You can’t.

“I’ve set a timer for 20 minutes.” You’re walking him through it again as you start corkscrewing your fist up and down his length. He nods through little breathy moans, his curls falling into his face. “If you need to take the ring off before then, what do you say?”

“I’ll say red,” Carmy answers obediently. “Green is good, yellow is slow down.”

“Good boy,” you praise, pleased. Just for that, you kiss the tip of his hardened cock, and his breath hitches. “You’re so good, letting me play with you like this. I’m so lucky.”

“Mm, I think, I think I’m the lucky one,” he mumbles with an amused smile.

“Maybe we both are.”

“Yeah, maybe—ah—“ His words dissolves into a soft moan when he feels the heat of your mouth enclosing around the head of his cock.

It’s such a turn on to see him to like this, to be the one making him like this. As you suck and lick up and down the underside of his length, running your tongue along the bulging veins, Carmy sings for you, breathy and sweet. It makes your stomach broil, your pussy pulsing under your panties.

“It’s only been a couple minutes,” you tease, popping off his cock. You lick at your lips to break the strings of saliva that connect you to him.

“S-Seriously?” Carmy leans his flushed face into one of the pillows with a deep sigh. “I’m not gonna last…”

“Oh, but you will.” As a reminder, your fingers trace the ring snug around his cock. It’s doing its job perfectly. His erection is stiff and pumped with arousal as ever, just what it looks like when he’s about to come, but he can’t. You won’t let him, not until the 20 minutes are up. “Give me a color, Carmy.”

“G-Green,” he stammers, eyes glued onto you. You’re peeling off your sticky underwear and moving to straddle his hips.

“Mm, good.” You’re warming lube in your hands before rubbing it on your pussy and his cock. You’re gonna be riding him for a while, and time is of the essence. “You ready for me?”

“Yes, please,” he whispers, polite and perfect. Who are you to deny that?

“Oh, Carmy baby, you’re so hard for me…” Your folds bracket his bulbous, shiny tip, rubbing all over it. He makes a weak noise as you sink down on him, your hole slowly stretching around him. The lube makes it easier, quicker.

“Fuck,” Carmy whines, chest raising up and down steadily. You’re fully seated on his cock, and liquid heat fills every space inside you. You’re panting, adjusting to his thickness, squeezing and wetting his cock.

“Does it feel good inside me?” You ask, voice sweet and quiet. You run your thumb down his cute little happy trail.

“Feels so good,” Carmy pants, “so hot.”

“I can feel you twitching in my pussy, Carmy.” He makes a small, high pitched noise at that, somewhere in the back of his throat. “You wanna come already?”

“Yeah,” he whines, hips jutting forward into you. It hits a soft spot that makes you stagger, pause for a second to catch your breath.

“Well, too bad,” you whisper, and you start moving.

You start slow, almost unbearably slow. You drag yourself up his cock until just the head is snug inside you. You let yourself squeeze on it for a couple seconds, just to make him moan, before sliding back down the entirety of his length. It’s gradual, it’s steady, and it’s bringing Carmy to tears.

“I wanna come,” he whines, desperate. He’s strewn messily across the sheets. You think his cock’s gotten even harder inside of you.

“You’re not even halfway yet,” you scold him, and he makes a needy noise of protest. “Do you want to stop already?” You know you’re being mean, but you can’t help it. Not when he gets like this.

“N-No. I don’t.”

“Then be a good boy and take it.” You keep riding him at that slow, torturous pace, but you bring one of your hands up his chest. “You what to say when you want to stop. Give me a color.”

“…Green,” he whispers, little beads of tears in the corners of his eyes, and you smile.

Of course. You keep riding him, your pussy slowly and softly sucking up and down his throbbing cock, and he takes it, keeps taking it all.

“You’re so pretty like this, you know.” You start rolling around one his nipples under the pad of your thumb, and his whole body tightens up. “So pretty, so lovely.”

And he really is. God, he really is. You ogle openly at the ways the muscles in his arm go rigid when he fists the sheets, white-knuckles and tight. His tattoos move with the shift in his muscles. The hand that’s playing with his nipples moves to trace the faded triangle of ink on his chest.

“I wanna come on your pretty cock, baby,” you whisper to him, like it’s a confession. He whines at your words, bucking up into you, and you stifle a moan. “Can you handle it?”

“Mm, I, I don’t, I dunno,” he pants helplessly. There’s beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “H-How much longer?”

“You’re almost halfway now,” you inform him with a pleased, almost devious tone to it, and his whimper is so desperate and pathetic it makes you pulse. You’ve never seen him so worked up like this, never felt him so hard inside you like this before.

“Only halfway?” He repeats weakly, eyes momentarily squeezing shut. “Fuck—fuck—okay.” He breathes in deeply in a poor attempt to steady himself, but it doesn’t seem to do much.

“Such a good boy,” you moan, “so good for me.” One of your hands is rubbing at your clit now, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. It seems Carmy can feel it, too, with the way his louder and louder moans are timed with the tightening of your pussy. He’s rutting into you to no avail, chasing an orgasm he can’t have. The push of his cock into your hole makes an audible slick noise, over and over.

You lean down to seal your mouth against his bitten, moaning lips, and Carmy moans like an angel into your mouth. It’s messy, hasty, liquid and hot with your tongues gliding against each others. He tastes so good on your tongue. Spit’s smearing all over your mouth, down your chin, but you don’t care at all. Neither does he.

“Fuck, oh, Carmy, I’m gonna come,” you realize, the winding screw in your belly twisting tighter and tighter with each thrust. You pull back to look at him, and you’re squeezing down even tighter at the sight. His eyes are half-lidded and teary, wet and overwhelmed, and his kissed lips are reddened and glossy with your spit. Or his. It doesn’t matter. An even pink flush colors his face. He looks well-fucked, and just looking at him like this is what makes you come.

“God—shhhit—“ Carmy’s mouth hangs open in an o as you orgasm tightly around his cock. He’s gasping for dear life, chest heaving with the effort of it. “Oh my god—“

“So fucking p-perfect—so pretty—“ you’re seated and rutting on his cock through your orgasm that rips through you, blinding you from everything except for Carmy. “J-Just seeing like you like this, it, it makes me come—god, you sound so pretty—“

He moans raggedly from your praise. His thrusts have become much more forceful, much needier. He grinds in you for the rest of your orgasm, reveling in every contraction your pussy has to give.

You’re still seated on his cock when you’re finished coming. Carmy’s at his limit, pleading endlessly for you to let him come. He’s clearly so hard and wound up he can hardly think anymore.

“Please let me come, fuck, please,” Carmy begs. There’s faint tear tracks on his cheeks, a testament to how far gone he is. “I tried, I, I just can’t anymore—I need to come—“

“Shh, baby, I got you,” you soothe him, sloppily pressing kisses to his whining lips. You slide slowly off of him and lower your hands to take off the cock ring. Before you do, you soak in the sight of him rigid and covered in your cream. He’s so hard it looks a little painful. “You did so good for me… I’ll even let you choose where you wanna come. You wanna come on my face? In my mouth?”

“I wanna come on your pussy,” Carmy pleads, immediately honest in his desperate haze, and it sends a dull jolt through you. Fuck.

“So dirty, Carm,” you murmur, breathless with how turned on that made you. You position yourself between him, angling him towards your pussy. “Of course. Anything you want. I can’t wait to see you come. I’m gonna take the ring off now, okay? Come all over my pussy like a good boy.”

With careful fingers, you pull the silicone ring off of his throbbing cock. You barely get it off before white cum shoots out of his cock.

Carmy practically sobs as he comes. You’ve never heard him cry like this before. You’re gentle as you stroke him through his searing orgasm, thinking he must be impossibly sensitive. His entire body shakes as he comes, as the pleasure rips through him.

His cock spurts over and over, covering your pussy in ropes of cum. You push your hips forward and use one hand to spread your tender folds. When his warm come hits your pussy, globs gelling over your clit, you moan from the sensation. He’s coming so much…

His cock releases a couple more weak squirts to dribble down your hand before softening. Carmy’s strewn limply across the bed, taking in deep, steady breaths. His expression is dazed, the look of someone that got fucked hard.

You shuffle towards him, knees still on either side of him when you lean down to peck his face. He makes a little noise of acknowledgement.

“Must’ve felt good, hm?” You smile as his blissful expression flashes with embarrassment. “Never heard you sound like that…”

“Good is an understatement,” Carmy laughs, voice a little hoarse. “I’ve never…felt anything like that. Holy fuck. That was just…”

“Yeah? It looked like it felt really good.” Cum drips down your pussy and off onto his lower stomach, and that makes the two of you look down.

“Let me see.” His eyes are stuck to your pussy, covered in his come. “Closer, please.”

With him laying down still, you straddle further up his torso, legs parted around his waist. You watch his face as you snake a hand down to your pussy, covered in his cum. Your fingers smear his fluid over your folds, bringing them up to your clit, rubbing it slowly… Your hand’s all sticky with both of your orgasms. And through it all, Carmy’s eyes track your hand, entranced.

“You like what you see?” You tease, and the joking way you say it makes the both of you laugh.

“Very much so.” Carmy reaches out and gently swipes his thumb over your cum-smeared clit, and you stiffen. “Fuck…you’re so wet…“

“Mm, yeah,” you say breathily. His thumb’s rubbing your wet clit back and forth. “Hhah—Carmy—“

“Let me clean you up?” His other hands runs up your thigh, squeezes at your ass. “You don’t have to, but I, I really want you to sit on my face.” His thumb presses down harder, and you whine.

“You’re, um, not too worn out? Ah—“ You feel two long fingers pump inside of you, once, twice before sliding out. You gasp.

“I mean, kinda, but…” Carmy brings his glistening fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. His eyes shut briefly as he revels in the taste of you. His fingers pop out completely clean. Fuck. “I wanna see how you taste with my cum.”

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. Your arousal is swirling thickly again inside of you, something fierce and devastating. “Yes, god, okay. Please.”

That’s how you end up coming again, riding his face and smearing your cum and his all over his nose, cheeks, and mouth. His tongue is so warm and soft against your pussy, licking over every fold and crevice. You grind your needy clit against the surface of his tongue, stuck out just for you.

When you finally stop grinding your pussy against his face and pull back, you’re greeted with an even better sight than before. He has this pleased, dazed smile on his flushed, messy face, like he doesn’t even care that his skin is covered in fluids. He probably doesn’t care at all—knowing him, he’s reveling in the feeling.

“You’re my good boy, Carm,” you praise him, chest full of affection at the sight of him, and he hums back, just as affectionate.

[wriothesleysgf]

˚ ⊹ ₊˚ missing you — nagi seishiro + afab reader

[ex]plicit content, minors dni · fingering , phone sex , praise , dirty talk , light guided touching.

"sei," you whimpered, fingers pistoning in and out of your sticky cunt. your other hand fisted the sheets as your head turned to its side, inhaling your boyfriend's faint scent left on his pillow.

nagi was currently out of the country for a match so between training and press activities, you've barely been able to talk to him. he'd send you little updates, odd photos, and never failed to send you a sweet goodnight text. you missed him terribly, craving nothing more than being in his arms. however, after sei had sent you a fairly suggestive mirror picture when he'd gotten home from training, you couldn't help yourself.

it was clear that he'd just showered the grime and grass stains off of himself, as evident by the fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist. faint water droplets decorated his abs and prominent v line, this sight alone causing you to cease all functioning. you thanked the gods that he sent it through imessage rather than snapchat, because the more that you stared, the more you drooled. as soon as you noticed the half hard bulge concealed by the towel, you knew it was over for you.

with your middle and ring finger pumping into your weeping hole and your thumb rubbing messy circles around your puffy clit, you moaned nagi's name like a sinful melody. if only he could see what a complete and utter mess you had become, all from a simple image.

alas, your little activity was interrupted by the ringer of your phone. you ignored it the first time around, not caring enough to pause seeking your high, though when it rang for the third time, you reached over to grab the device with your free hand, digits still continuing to fuck yourself slowly.

"hey, angel," the man on the other end of the line called.

"s-sei!" you exclaimed overenthusiastically, primarily because you accidentally brushed the heel of your palm against your oversensitive clit though also because you were excited to hear the sound of his voice.

"how are you, bunny?" he asked.

"'m good, jus' miss you," you replied, subconsciously continuing to finger yourself as you spoke.

"'ll be home soon, promise. i miss you too,"

your heart warmed at his returned confession. "how was training, baby?" you queried, doing your best not to give away the fact that you were literally touching yourself as you spoke.

"boring. 's nothing new, and i'd rather be home next to you,"

the pad of your finger ghosted over your g spot, prompting you to arch your back and whine down the line. you tried to mask it with a yawn, though nagi wasn't an idiot and had a fair idea about what you were currently up to.

"y' tired, angel?" he teased, playing into your facade. he let you believe that you had successfully tricked him, with you being to preoccupied to catch on to the fact he was playing with you. "hmm, bet i could make y' even more exhausted,"

"what d'ya mean, sei? i don' get it," he could picture your wide doe eyes; the innocent face that kept all of your nasty thoughts hidden under lock and key.

"y' know what i mean, sweetheart," nagi continued, "how ya always get so sleepy after i spend all that time fucking your pretty little cunt, fillin' her up with my cum over 'nd over,"

his dirty words caught you off guard. you gasped, fingers beginning to pick up speed.

"you like that? 's my angel really a dirty, cockhungry slut, hmm? is that why you got so worked up over the picture i sent? now you're tryin' to fuck yourself, aren't ya, bunny? stuffing that cute pussy even though 'm the only one that can make her cum, yeah?"

you stopped all attempts of holding back, unashamedly moaning his name at the top of your lungs. nagi could hear the faint sounds of you fucking yourself, the lewd squelching of your cunt going straight to his own dick at he began to fist his own length. "c'mon, talk t' me, angel,"

"'m- 'm," you struggled to form a cohesive sentence. "sei, jus' need you so so bad,"

"i know, baby, 's okay," he cooed, "keep fuckin' yourself f'me, alright? jus' the way i usually do, scissor your fingers a little, always drives ya insane when i do it,"

you followed his suggestion, and he could tell by how much louder you got.

"such a good bunny," nagi praised, "are ya close, doll?"

"mhm!" you squealed, not fully trusting your own voice.

"d'ya wanna cum f'me, angel? make y'r pussy cry f'me? go on, use y'r other hand and play with that pretty clit, baby. nice 'nd tight circles, don't stop until you cum, mkay?"

you did exactly as he instructed, body writhing around the sheets as you pushed yourself over the edge as nagi continued praises. your sweet sounds and whimpers of his name was enough to make him shoot a load over his fist, replacing soft spoken words with heavy panting.

"can't fuckin' wait to be home, angel. don' even know if i can wait, might have t' drag you to the airplane bathroom 'nd show ya jus' how much 've missed you,"

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 59

Part 1 Part 58

“Please, Steve!” Nancy’s wheedling voice drifts to Eddie as he rounds the corner. “Jonathan already said no because he’s trick-or-treating, so it’s just going to be me and Barb.”

Steve’s leaning against his locker, frowning down at Nancy. It’s reminiscent of the year before, when the pair were circling each other like monkeys in heat, only it’s knocked on its head. Maybe even…upside down. Eddie chuckles, sidling up to lean against Steve by the lockers, knocking their shoulders together. A united front in the face of a determined Nancy Wheeler.

“Are you saying Barb’s not enough for you, Miss Wheeler?” Eddie asks, faux shocked. He puts a hand to his chest, swooning into Steve’s side just to make him laugh.

Nancy rolls her eyes. “Obviously not.” She’s clearly exasperated by Eddie’s presence. Somehow, almost a year of being friend’s-once-removed hasn’t warmed either of them up. Although, if all the interdimensional ass-kicking couldn’t do it, why would anything else? “It’s just–” she trails off, looking down at the books she has clasped daintily to her chest.

Eddie can almost feel Steve thawing beside him. God damn it. “Just what?” he asks softly.

Nancy peeks up at him from beneath her eyelashes. She doesn’t even look at Eddie. What a conniving little twerp. “Neither of us have been to a party since, well–” she stalls, tucking a curl behind her ear. “You know.” She whispers the last bit, looking around like she expects the men in suits to burst out of the walls because she mentioned a party from last year.

Steve stiffens next to him. Eddie takes a surreptitious step closer, glaring down at Nancy. Not that she has the decency to even notice. “None of us have gone to a party since, Wheeler,” he hisses.

Steve elbows him in the ribs. Like he’s the problem in this scenario. Eddie backs down, slumping down into the lockers and crossing his arms with a loud huff. Time to let Mommy and Daddy figure it out. Eddie grimaces, disgusted by his own thoughts.

Steve sighs, rubbing his face vigorously with his hands. “One hour,” he says, muffled through his palms.

“Seriously?” Eddie demands.

“Yes!” Nancy says, raising her hand in a tiny fist pump that would’ve been endearing on literally anyone else. “I’ll see you there!” She’s beaming as she turns around, walking away with a new bounce in her step.

“Where are we going?” Eddie demands.

Steve lowers his palms, sliding them down his skin, slowly revealing each tantalizing bit of his perfect face. “Were you invited?” Steve asks, turning and walking away.

“Dude, I know where you sleep!” He does not shout out in the halls of Hawkins High in bumfuck Indiana that where he sleeps is with Eddie in his bed. He has some self-preservation left.

Steve laughs, elbowing him in the ribs again. Same spot, too, the asshole. “Tina’s Halloween party?”

“Are you serious?” When Steve nods, he continues. “Ugh, Stevie, you’ve gotta stop letting Wheeler shoehorn you into these things. She’s the worst!” Eddie whines, drawing out the vowels in ‘worst’ past recognition.

“She’s not that bad,” Steve says, but he’s smiling. “You’re just her like–what’s it called? That stuff that always trips up Superman. Dustin mentioned it?”

He looks over at Eddie, a cute look of puzzlement on his face. Eddie wants to boop his nose, so he does, watching as Steve goes cross-eyed trying to follow the movement. “You mean Kryptonite?”

Steve snaps his fingers, smiling dorkily. “That’s it!”

Eddie’s heart flops pitifully in his ribcage. What a fucking nerd, dear god. “Okay, but do we have to go to a stupid party because Nancy Wheeler of all people wants us to?”

Steve shrugs, still smiling as they walk down the emptying corridors. “Last time we got kidnapped by a monster from a hell dimension, so really, Munson.” Steve claps his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, rubbing his hair like he’s one of the bastard children. “Things can only go up from here!”

Eddie can’t help the way he almost shrieks with laughter, almost bringing Steve down with the way he goes boneless. “You’re a total jinx!”

“Maybe, but you love me!”

Steve Harrington says it nonchalantly, like he’s not currently holding him up off the cold linoleum. Eddie’s heart does an unfortunate splitter splatter splat at Steve’s feet. Because fuck. He does.

Part 60

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[samson-the-whale]

So ... I made a self insert fore WIR ....ya

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Name: Scrapper/scrap

Gender: male (this mf bisexual)

Age: in his game like 20s to 30s if we go with his game age like 30s or 40s 

Game: Scrapper's scrape up

(its like punch out game mechanics game play wies)

Character interactions:

 Hc he gets pumped up easily and likes to push people in the shoulder lightly but really fast when he needs to let out that excitement (t can be like a charging up a special move in his game) and might accidentally leave a bruise 

When he does it to Ralph it tickles 

When he punches Felix he says ow but then hammers his arm and it heals

When he did it to Calhoun for the first time she hit him across the room because she thought he was picking fights and fucking K.Od him with that bitch slap

Then was kind of apologetic after Felix explained and yelled "oh shoot sorry" then Scrap still laying in the floor gives a thumbs up and a strained "I'm ok...it's ok"

 Also if he did the punching thing with Vanelopie she would just pixilate a bit and his punches would almost go through her shoulder kinda I think much like Ralph it would also just tickle 

Ralph:

Before the whole plot of the movie I like to think Ralph liked him but was kind of bitter "he has huge fists and smashes stuff why am "I" the villain?" XD

Ok ok 

So he and Ralph actually get along surprisingly well for you know one being the main character of his game and supposed "heroes" of the game  and the other is well the bad guy. They both like punching stuff and hav a give each other a high five or fist bump while walking by each other so like buddys

Felix:

Him and Felix are more like 

Felix: look at this cool thin-

Scrap: HOLLY CARP CHECK THAT OUT

Like literally one of the doodle sketches was Scrapper leapfrogging over felix to look at a new plugged in game 

So he kinda is an annoying brat towards felix but always makes it in good fun like he's messing around with him with never an intent to hurt his feelings (even when he goes too far and accidentally does)

Vanelopie:

So now we got Vanelopie

There's actually this running joke sorta where scrapper really likes bright colors becus how I imagine his game has a very limited color palette except him for aesthetically pleasing reasons

So he'd actually stay away from brightly colored areas out of comfort before becoming more enthralled in other colors hens his fixation with casualty visiting sugar rush when he's bored 

You may think oh then he must have met Vanellope while visiting 

Well actually no he bye dumb luck he never met her until after the events of the first movie 

So there knowing each other isn't really that strong yet 

But because of him and ralph eventually becoming friends he grew a liking to the spunky little girl calling her shortstack all the time (despite him being a similar height) and or squirt

In response Vanellope calls him oled man

Calhoun:

 Calhoun thinks he's like 12

He is not he's like 30-40 Like lectures him on his fighting form Thinks he's like inexperienced Finds him endearing if a little overbearing Finds his high energy useful in certain situations but exhausting at other times Is unsure...which fighting game he originates from Then bonding through duty or honor or avenging a loved one.

Sour bill (because I want more interactions and im hiperfixsaiting):

Scraper:Yoooooo a fellow rubber ball

Sour bill:what?

 Ima say this shit now they would drink tea together because yes Scrapper doesn't like coffee he drinks tea

Sonic (because I can):

Mf cameos in scrappers game in later levels for no reason just because funny

It's like the meme

Scrapper: sonic? What are you doing here?

Sonic in scrapper's game: waiting for them to play Gangdemstyle 

Ok so I forgot to put this in I was ryly hoped to post this but thanks to my friend @im-not-important fore spell correcting and helping come up with ideas(also did some of the Blu doodles in the Wight board drawings)

[mumms-the-word]

Duke Belynne Stelmane and the Emperor

currently reading lore stuff about mind flayers for an upcoming deep dive and anyway here's some depressing content about how the Emperor turned Belynne Stelmane into his thrall (probably)

This is not Hot New Lore or a Brand New Theory by any stretch of the imagination, but hear me out

Remember when Wyll talks about meeting Stelmane? How he only saw her twice, but the second time she was very different? They attribute her changes to a stroke.

Wyll: I met her twice. The first time, I was a boy of seven or eight, at a banquet in the Flaming Fist's honour. One look and I was smitten. Chesnut hair that flowed behind her like willow fronds. She floated from one room to the next as if carried by clouds. The second time, Stelmane was...different. Even with the aid of a cane, each step she took was a struggle. Every word she spoke took great physical effort. 'A stroke victim?' I asked my father later. 'No,' he said. 'A stroke survivor.' Not a mere stroke, as it turns out - but the scars of her possession. Gods, what I wouldn't give to drive a dagger through the Emperor's building head. We can never let it do to us what it did to Stelmane.

The last part, the part where Wyll realizes that it was more than a stroke, is conditional upon you calling the Emperor out for possessing or messing with Stelmane, which is when the Emperor literally shows you him possessing her.

Note the glowy purple eyes and then later the mechanical movements, the fixed stares, the way Stelmane toasts the Emperor as if moved by puppet strings. Her gestures are stiff, as if she's being controlled.

Wyll and his father attribute Stelmane's movements to being part of a stroke. Slurred speech and difficulty moving parts of your body are stroke symptoms, so it's a convenient explanation for her change in behavior and her difficulty with movement and speech. But possession?

No, dear readers, I don't think the Emperor was possessing Stelmane. I think he genuinely made her a literal thrall.

(please excuse the horrible quality lol)

From Volo's Guide to Monsters on Mind Flayers:

A thrall-to-be is first rendered docile through psionic means. Using a low-power version of its Mind Blast ability, the mind flayer bombards the victim with energy that washes through its synapses like acid, clearing away its former personality and leaving it a partially empty shell. This step takes 24 hours. Over the next 48 hours, the illithids rebuild the victim's memories and personality, and the victim gains the skills and talents it needs to perform its intended function.

A Mind Blast that "washes through synapses like acid" sounds a lot like a stroke-adjacent experience to me. Strokes attack the brain, causing parts of the brain to literally die (usually due to a lack of blood flow or oxygen). It could explain Stelmane's stiff movements.

The "clearing away" of her personality and the suggestion of "rebuilding" her memories would also be extremely useful to the Emperor. Rather than exerting the mental energy to possess her all the time, constantly keeping her under concentrated surveillance, all he had to do was literally break her and then rebuild her. She becomes a Stelmane that is only partly herself, and empty shell that he can mold as he pleases.

This is veering into headcanon territory, but I imagine if it was just basic possession, she would move a little more fluidly and naturally than she does in the Emperor's memory. She wouldn't be exhibiting movements and speech that mimic stroke symptoms. That, and there is always the potential she could break free of possession.

But if she's a full-on mind flayer thrall, broken and rebuilt? An empty husk that has had her memories and personality pumped back into her, still under the control of the Emperor? That makes a ton of sense to me. There's no snapping out of that. As the Emperor says when he threatens you...she becomes a puppet.

And the fact that he keeps the threat of doing the same to you in his metaphorical back pocket at all times is honestly quite terrifying.

[incandescentt-iridescentt]

pervert older brother!izuku x cisfem little sister!reader cw: (i)ncest, non-con/rape, somnophilia, drugging, (forced) breeding, cum (lots of it), absolutely filthy dirty talk. wc: approx. 1.1k a/n: this is literal filth. please please please heed the content warnings. if it's not your cup of tea (because believe me, i can understand why, i'm not oblivious.) don't report, just block. mdni!! i do not condone ANYTHING written in this drabble. everything is purely fantasy. all characters are aged 18+.

thinking about depraved pervert big brother izuku who just can't help it when it comes to you! it's not his fault that he's so attracted to his little sister. maybe it just means it was meant to be, yeah? i mean, why else would he be so attracted to someone he 'can't' have?

so don't put the blame on him when he acts on his lust for you that one night your parents are out of town. he tiptoes down the hall, stark naked, cock already throbbing n leaking pre-cum as he finally sneaks into your room. his hand is already on his cock the minute he actually sees you, sleeping in nothing but a little nightdress, knocked out in a deep sleep from the little pill he dropped into that cup of chamomile tea he had offered you earlier. it dissolved straight away, there was no way for you to know!

he has to stifle a moan, eyes half lidded n practically drooling as he fists the base of his cock, willing it to stop throbbing and leaking a trail of pre as he moves deeper into your room, closer to you. he's panting when he approaches you as you're asleep on your stomach. he reaches out to touch your hair, trailing down your shoulder, then your spine. he wishes he could see your tits, but for now, he'll take what he can get. his hand continues its trail down your hips, ass and thighs, all of which he squeezes and gropes in fervor. slowly, he pulls the hem of your nightdress up, revealing your pretty little pussy, which glistens in the low light of the room. he doesn't realize he's drooling until a glob of spit leaks down in between your folds.

in awe, he dips his index and middle finger into your folds, spreading your slick around to your clit and he sees your hips twitch. he pulls back quick in worry, but gets distracted rather quickly when he sees the trail of slick which still connects your pussy to his hand. without a second to waste, he dips his fingers into his mouth, silently moaning, eyes rolling back at the taste. he collects more to rub over his cock before looking back up to your face, which is smushed slightly against your pillow. he takes a few steps along the edge of the bed so that his cock is hovering right above your face. the lust, the possibilities laid out right before him, are endless, and it excites him to no end. he takes his cock in his right hand, pumping a couple strokes before pressing it down to your cheek, where he taps a bit.

slowly but surely, he takes to humping your face, hand flat atop his member, pressing down as the underside rubs along the skin of your cheeks, nose, lips and chin. (and occasionally, your hands, which he forms into a loose fist for him to fuck into) leaving a glistening path of slick and pre-cum across your body. he gets back to your lips, though, nudging your lips open with his tip as another surprisingly thick and large glob of pre-cum dribbles into your mouth. he ruts the tip into your mouth, against your teeth, even flicking the head against the inside of your cheek as well as he can manage before it pops out of your soft mouth, landing back on your cheek. once he's satiated from the heat of your mouth, he wanders back to your thighs. climbing onto your mattress and straddling the backs of your thighs, and just like he did your mouth, he taps his dick on your pussy lips, each drawback pulling a string of slick with it. that does it for him. something in him snaps, and in one quick stroke, he's fully sheathed inside of you, the skin of his thighs pressed tight against yours, balls resting against your clit.

that one first stroke is all it takes for him to cum. he cums in huge thick strokes, balls deep inside you, filling you up as he moans n pants n mumbles obscenities.

it doesn't matter. nothing matters, not how you'll react when you find out, or what you'll say, because you're still sleeping, and izuku's still impossibly hard inside of you. he whimpers a little shifting his hips while he's still inside of you, causing some of his load to drip out around his cock, despite the way he's stretched you out. there's simply too much cum to be held all inside of you. his dick throbs again, and he takes to quick little desperate thrusts inside of you, barely removing more than an inch before thrusting back in because he's just so feverish with the way your cunt gushes around his cock. he ruts into you like a fucking dog in heat, panting, back curved, head ducked and long green hair tickling the skin of your shoulder blades.

he lets out a moan so loud and lewd it sounds like he's in pain before continuing mumbling under his breath.

"f-fuckin'- take this cock. yeah, yeah.. ngh- yeah. you love this don't you? your older brother's cock inside your sweet little pussy huh? i know, i know its so big, yeah baby? feels so good raping you, baby. oh, god.. you're tight... wanted this for so long. been wanting it forever. always wanted my little sister's pussy. been dreaming of this, fucking my fist late at night for years knowing my sister would one day be ready for me. n now i have it. forever, yeah? forever. pussy belongs to me. was made for me. meant to take my cum. why else would mom n dad have another kid after me, huh? they just wanted to make sure i could have the perfect girl. n no one's more perfect than you, huh sis? no one. i'll breed you. fill you up with my cummies so you can't leave.. get you pregnant.. ngh fuck m'gonna cum again... agh-"

he cums again with a loud splurt, his load dripping onto the sheets between your thighs. it's everywhere, on his cock, your ass, his thighs, his pelvis. n he can only sigh dreamily, maneuvering you onto your side so he can cuddle up into you with his cock still pressed deep inside your pussy as he falls asleep from exhaustion, his adrenaline high gone.

and in the morning, when the sleeping effects from the pill ware off, he'll fuck you again. except this time you'll wake up, and he'll have to cover your mouth with a thick hand cooing at you and shushing you, telling you that it's okay if it feels good n that you were meant to be like this for him.

[prettyeyesnof4ce]

S.M.S.

Matt Murdock x f!reader

Summary: my rendition of sleepy morning sex with matt. that’s it, that’s the fic.

WC: 2.6k

Tags: dom!matt, his annoying tone, size kink(?), unprotected p in v, matt finishes inside (MDNI)

A/N: based on this ramble in particular, also if you couldn’t tell already, the title does not stand for “short message service”, but rather the literal abbreviation for this prompt. enjoy. also i’m happy to be back!

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The pleasure of early mornings was something you cherished. It helped that Matt practically required the intimacy. With warmth radiating between the both of you, the prospect of retreating beneath the covers for another hour or so never failed to tempt you. Clothes in disarray, breathing patterns in synchronicity, squished close in such a nauseating way, it remained ever so joyous and never tiresome. 

On rare occasions, you’d wake before Matt and the alarm clock, allowing you to writhe in the comfort of having him so close. Cutting past the displeasure of knowing you needed to be at work in an hour, all you were left with was the rise and fall of Matt’s chest. You didn’t need to calculate that he was still in deep sleep, being able to in the first place thanks to your part in whatever pile of tangled limbs you would devolve into through the night. Aforementioned, the shared warmth soothed his mind, you were a key part in the complicated lock that was Matt’s sleep routine.

Never mind all that though, you had appreciated this exact moment enough times before, it was time to initiate what you felt like you deserved. 

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Tracing along his skin, you followed that large vein that stretched from the inside of his arm down to the crevice of his elbow. You wondered how his body still managed to be a sight for sore eyes in its resting state.

The light tapping along his arms inevitably awoke him. The blanket you shared was just below where his belly button stopped and his trail began, it sent you into more of a whirlwind than gazing at his arm muscles. 

Were his boxers always that low? You felt dumb for running that question in your mind, but nonetheless acknowledging his naked torso closer than usual made you bothered. 

Stopping those absentminded movements, your hand rested into a soft fist on his chest. He had to have been aware by now as he stirred suddenly, eyes blinking rapidly and sniffling. Been aware of the heat burning inside you, brighter than usual. Those wandering eyes of yours never went undetected, much less your pounding below.

It was almost as if he knew your thoughts, having pulled the duvet the rest of the way up to pry your seeking eyes away. 

“ ‘m cold, aren’t you?” Matt quipped.

The silence that followed was louder than the sound of your blood pumping with aggression between your thighs, a pattern in which Matt studied ever since he awoke.

“Looking for something, sweetheart?” Matt spoke suddenly, half heard due to your ear pressed firmly in the crook of his collarbone. Index finger tracing the same path from the top of his bicep to the elbow again, you struggled to say anything that didn’t alarm him to your secondary agenda even further. It was a lost cause though, that shit-eating grin already making its first appearance of the day.

“What happened to ‘good morning’, hm?” you retorted eventually, cheek squishing against his skin as you mimicked his smile that you didn’t have to peer up at. 

“Could ask you the same thing” Matt tilted his head down to peck your forehead, humming a little in the process.

‘Shit’ you thought. Was it really that obvious? You never wanted to underestimate his abilities, yet every time he called your bluff it felt like the first time. 

 He often reminded you to never refrain from using your words, but this time it was too early and he was too sleepy for such reassuring niceties. 

“What do you want, sweetheart?” With that condescending tone he mumbled those words, almost as if to nudge you into telling him just what you fucking wanted. 

What gave you confidence to speak up was reminding yourself of the fact that your own arousal got him bothered just as much as you. Soaring with that sudden energy, you took to doing the literal means that your body spoke to him. 

Nothing kept him under your grasp quite like your voice, adoring when your words were the only thing he could hear in the moment. It rang like sweet liquid trickling once in contact with Matt’s ears, soothing him particularly during those times where he was tired from the previous night's activities. He’d swear it was the second best remedy to meditating.

But coupling that with pornographic undertones, that’s what sent his own blood pumping. Talking dirty right to his face, reverberating into his being and dispersing through his senses. It was your own personal weapon, a deadly knife ready to cut deep, right at your disposal.

It made sense to Matt, it wasn’t rocket science. Your calm and swift voice taking a chokehold on his almost depraved desires, it was all he wanted and more. Plain and simple.

“I need your warmth, Matthew” you spoke quietly, toying with the dip in his sternum, adding to the tentative yet innocent tone you led with.

“...need you to stuff me full” 

His chest almost caved in at once when he drew a heavy scoff, a wide smile promptly stretching his face.

“That can be arranged” He mumbled, turning his head to the left in your direction. Suddenly he was acutely aware of your leg positioning, the inside of your thigh pressing against the bottom hem of his boxers. The heat of it being so close to his hardening erection sent nerves bunching in his abdomen. You could only imagine how unique his experience of arousal was, his entire body most likely becoming one giant soundboard, keys individually wired to every synapse in his brain. Hit the right ones and you’ve got an irrefutable code. Hardwired to self destruct.

Acting on that thought, you rutted your pelvis impossibly closer to his side, mound resting against his hip. The sheer texture of your arousal seeping through the thin fabric was enough to make his hairs surrender.

“Wanna soak you with my cum, Matthew” 

His gentle smirk dissolved into a slack expression, Adam's apple bobbing, in a mixture of shock and disbelief. Just a couple words and actions were all it took to get him hot, Matt reveling in that fact almost everyday. You were his kryptonite. 

Bunching up the gray fabric in a newly formed fist, it signaled how stiff he was, expressing the desperation for you to continue.

“What else?” He stammered, wetting his lip. Matt moved his right hand to cup the small of your waist, caressing your back slightly.That hand placed on you soon palming at the skin it found, his fingers kneading anxiously. 

“Just that, just want you…” Deciding that you used your voice enough, you took his temple in hand and motioned him toward you, soon being joined by your chill morning lips. Becoming desperate in a matter of seconds, Matt didn’t know where to grab, hands sliding up and down your clothed back and shoulders. He attempted to rid you of the oversized shirt you had slept in, only for those wandering hands to be stopped by words uttered between the kisses.

“Nuh–uh, it’s cold in here, remember?”

“Well, then i’ll just take off what’s necessary” Matt breathed, pursed lips turning into that specific devilish grin he flashed right before madness would ensue.

 His cold digits tickled your sensitive skin as they fumbled to get those damn panties down your hips and off your legs before he became impatient. It has definitely occurred more than once in Matt’s desperation to fuck you that he’s damaged your undergarments, earning a light slap from you in the process. The sound of that delicate fabric ripping signified one thing; he was the only one allowed to soil you in the multitude of ways he could.

In one fell swoop, he had thrown them off, while you slid your hand below his boxers, exploring the delicious texture of his treasure trail. Of which you were ogling before, what started this whole thing in the first place. Laying on him in that way unlocked a perfect angle to admire his toned figure, lines and ridges providing little to the imagination, especially in that low waisted underwear he chose as his favorite. 

The throaty grunt that Matt let out after you grabbed his cock would make you twitch, wetness now exceeding your closed lips and leeching onto your inner thighs. 

Despite the both of you half pulled from sleep, you still managed to find the energy to communicate through carnal need. It was like a language that required no actual words, just the brain working in tangent with sexual desire, no effort at all. 

Wordlessly, he pried and medled between your folds to reach the aggressive drum of your core, earning a similar grunt to his. This half-assed version of foreplay was surprisingly working, yet through the pleasure, Matt knew this wasn’t what you intended. 

“Get on top ‘f me, sweetheart” He urged, pulling his own boxers down far enough for his dick to go free. Loving the way it pumped full of blood with ache, the sight was much more preferred than touching it under the cover of darkness. It was ready to receive your undivided attention.

Stabilizing yourself on his chest, you hurriedly swooped your leg to straddle him, Matt getting his legs and pelvis ready to support you. Looking down at those half lidded eyes, red lips, with a smile perched at the corner, you couldn’t refuse to let him wreck you before the sun could even peek through the sky.

He could tell in the way you went silent that you thought about what the next 10 minutes would entail. Replaying those words from earlier, he reveled in how you so pointedly asked him to stuff you.

 “Mmm c’mere” Matt managed to mumble, already enjoying the thought of ruining you without having to switch positions from where he slept. Holding you close with one hand while the other lazily gripped your hip, he left lingering kisses with little “mmm's" in between. The tip had bumped heads with your core, the icy bead of pre-cum ready to be smeared at your entrance. 

 Matt was still a sucker to hear you say you needed him, having a penchant for that validation hidden in the consent to go ahead. He was waiting for you to grow impatient.

After hanging onto your lip with the edge of his teeth, he murmured a silent “Well, go ahead, you need me, right?” 

He was right of course but oh fuck you. Fuck you. 

Sitting back up straight, you steadied yourself on his kneecaps, unbreaking your gaze down to him. With that you sunk down onto him, silently hoping that the ‘foreplay’ sufficed. Meanwhile, the fucker had this complex where he knew no matter how much you warmed up, you’d still make the same sounds as if there were no preparation. Matt drowned himself in that revelation, making fucking you all the more fun.

“...need…you… ah–” It never got easier to take Matt, your cunt having to accommodate its width every single time . Head neatly parting you open, Matt winced at the contact, a silent “ fuck ” even. 

He feigned to give you any aid whatsoever, hands remaining stagnant on your hips, waiting for that specific breath you drew right before you whined about his size. An “O” would form on your face as your efforts only got half of him buried.

“Do you want some help, sweetheart?” It was quiet and beckoning, yet every time he asked that question it felt humiliating, what it really radiated was the most power-tripped tone known to man. 

Sighing, you abandoned all dignity. A meek “ please ” would be enough before he stationed his feet better ready to rut up into you.

Bracing yourself to feel the rest of him, you bit your lip when he bucked upward. Matt wasn’t satisfied until he heard the internal *pop* that came with sheathing his entire length into you.

 “There’s my girl” He cooed upon your much needed exhale, thumbs stroking your thighs as a small “ thank you for taking me so well ”. Your walls fluttered effortlessly at the force, warmth filling you up like liquid fire. 

That smirk returned to his face, Matt intentionally faltering his help, letting you take the floor. After all, it was you who begged to be stuffed, and he had fulfilled that, hadn’t he?

Knees digging into the sheets at his sides, you bounced slowly, still adjusting to Matt’s thick cock. It only remained a struggle for a moment, until you reminded yourself why you needed him so badly. To be comforted by his warmth.

“Use me, angel” He grunted low, eventual sighs of pleasure escaping you as you figured out a pace that wasn’t too much to handle. Shivers would erupt along your body, and not due to the temperature of the air, but the sensation of Matt hitting that sponge-y spot inside you. You hadn’t noticed yet, but it wasn’t for nothing, Matt actually holding onto you while tentatively meeting your strokes.

Matt, in his bliss, and probable slumber still in his being, mumbled words of encouragement. 

Something to the amount of  “--feel s’ good ‘round me…filling you up s’ good–”, which only amplified your own bliss, tempting you to egg him on back.

“Matthew– fuck ” Losing grip on his knees, you retreated to his chest, in the process allowing you to grind slightly faster, syncing better with his thrusts in a more forceful way. In the heat of it all, you could still appreciate the way his muscles tensed below, sweat covering each others’ skin.

“Love it when you say m’ name, angel– ah ” Matt raised his head off the pillow, just when your walls clenched tighter around him, the squelches of your cunt lovingly doing it for him. Even through all the slumber, he couldn’t ignore the near euphoric experience of ruining you with his well-endowment. 

“Kiss me” Meeting his lips again without breaking the pace, you whimpered into his mouth as to say “ harder ”, and he obeyed.

Fucking up into you relentlessly, Matt dug his nails into your flesh, your eyes surrendering under shut lids as the knot pulled tighter and tighter. Undoubtedly, the bed was creaking and the scent of sex flooded the air. 

“Hmm, you gonna soak m’soon, angel?” His words got closer in speed, the word ‘angel’ lurching behind your head and cementing itself in your thoughts. You needed to come undone around him. Now.

“Huh, wh’was that?” He stifled his own moans just to interrogate you, condescension coming back with intent now. Matt would delay his own release just to prod and pick at your frayed edges. Guiding you to that ledge.

He groaned one last time as he came dangerously close “Can’t hear you, sweetheart” 

Whimpering, you could only express what you felt with one word.

“ Matty!–” 

It snapped, and you were shoved into the abyss, your pelvis pathetically twitching as they tried to match his unwavering thrusts, making you come impossibly harder. Your cunt clenched rapidly, his cock twitching in response to the sensation. Eyes squeezing shut, he held onto any surface of you tight.

He would cry out through gritted teeth, your name coming out in varying keys as the heat dispersing took the wind out of him. His cum melded with your walls, that warmth causing you to whine a few “yeah’s” and “yes’s”. Matt fucked you full of his cum, hot and satisfying as you came down. You reaped what you sowed.

With the slumber now knocked out of you, and heat instilled in your bodies, you took to circling back to the conversation previous. 

“It is cold in here” you giggled, bringing the duvet back up over the two of you, Matt remaining tucked inside. 

“Told you” He kissed your forehead, hands pressed firmly into your back as your head was now resting beneath the other collarbone. Matt held you close as that grin of content tugged at his lips, the steadying of your heartbeat and breath letting him doze back off.

~

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[romana-after-dark]

Omg how do you think Joel would react to LO being on her period, do you think he/she’d enjoy some period sex

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Takes place in a nondescript point in The Wrong Way universe

CW: SMUT, period sex, blood and blood play... so much blood. so much. Just... every blood warnings lmfaooooooo so many bodily fluids in places they shouldn't be its disgusting but hey. here we are. No refractionary period bc I said so, time and science bend to my whim.

This is NOT necessary to the story at ALL so if messy messy bodily fluid talk grosses you out you can skip!!!

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"Fuck, little one, red is a good color on you" Joel mumbles as he kneels before you, fucking into your bleeding cunt. Joel had come home from 'business' as he called it, and he must've had a particularly bad day, because when you tell him you are on your period, expecting to suck him off as per the usual routine when you were bleeding, Joel instead went feral, tossing you on the bed and literally cutting you out of your clothes.

"J-Joel, the mess-" You tried to protest, but he was quick to shush you.

"I'll clean you up baby, I always do"

You were more concerned about the sheets and staining that shitty mattress that you have to sleep on and good, how humiliating it will be when Tommy changes the sheet, but Joel had already started fucking you.

You couldn't deny it, you wanted him, more than usual today. You always did on your period and were left frustrated after taking care of him with your mouth during the weeks you bled... you were happy to get some fucking relief.

Joel was so enthralled by the sight of blood on you, it made you nervous that maybe he liked it enough to draw it out of you. Would the knife that cut open your clothes, cut open your skin?

The slap of skin was obscenely wet, tiny splattering of blood flying away from each snap of his hips, the force of which caused the blood to mark up both of your centers in the fluids coming out of you.

"Fuuuuck!" Joel growls as he pulls out of you and for a moment you are disappointed; Joel never just left you wanting... did you do something wrong?

But sure enough, his fingers were inside you, fingering you hard with one hand as the other smeared blood all over you. "Come on my hand, little girl, I need it nice and wet, gonna paint you up, my pretty little picture." You gushed on him, so sensitive from your period and the way his hands moved over your swollen nipples, covering you in red.

"Mark me, Joel" Never mind the JM literally branded on you, but you begged for more "Cover me" You wanted him, you wanted his touch so bad you didn't care how it came.

As you ride out the waved, Joel did as he promised, painting you like a canvas in a medium of your own blood, sweat and arousal, the sticky solution littering your skin in filth and sex. His large hand pressed on your lower stomach, and you felt more blood come out in a disgusting spurt, oozing from you, but that's what he wanted.

Moving to your side and pumping his cock with lube of your blood, his right hand scooped out what he had drawn out of you, whiping it all over your face until his two middle finger were shoved in your mouth. You gag on the taste of iron on his fingers pumping in your mouth, but god, god you were so worked up you couldn't help it, you take a risk and slip a hand between your legs; you needed to cum again, you needed it.

To the sound of Joel fucking his fist and the soft slop of his fingers in your mouth, you cum as he does; and he cums hard. Legs, torso, face, all covered in his cum and your drying blood.

Joel sits back to look at his work, drying his hand in your hair only to cake onto the sweat that was already there, and you were certain you looked positively wrecked... but that's how you felt, that's what you wanted, this was what only Joel could give you, this connection, permission to be your most base self. You pull him to lay down and climb on top, his hardening cock about ready to go again, as were you. Your walls were to swollen from the brutal thrusts, but you wanted to paint him the way he painted you.

Heaving and dripping with precum, his cock rested against his stomach and with out putting him inside you, you rock your hips over him, feeling the fat tip between your folds. "fuck, Joel" You moan out loudly, feeling every vein on him and the ridge of the head as you touch yourself, every nerve on fire to the point where you were aware of nothing except the feeling of Joel: his firm chest, his soft stomach, the hair on his legs and the gruff sounds spilling out of him as he showered you in praise, sliding his hand underneath you.

"Soak me, little one, soak my hand" You didn't have much of a choice of when and how much your period blood came out, but it was enough to satisfy him as he planted a firm handprint around your neck, squeezing just enough to bring you pleasure, not pain. "Come again, pretty thing, make those gorgeous sounds"

You do as you're told, you always do as he tells you, painting him in blood and slick and salty sweat.

"Fucking perfect" He mumbles and you fall onto him, your own individual canvases meshing together a swirl of art that only you two can create as he kissed his praise into you.

He cleans on his face of anything that transferred from you to while when you kissed, and went out to heat up water for the bath. You didn't dare clean up, knowing Joel would want to admire his work before he took care of you, and you were right.

He stood above you, large and broad and imposing, his shirt barely buttoned as he watched you spread out before him. Despite the pain and the violations previously, you found yourself open and venerable to him. Why else would you lay there covered in several bodily fluids like Jack the Ripper’s whore while he looked at you like a bloody Caravaggio painting on display for his enjoyment.

You expected for him to clean you up a bit before he wrapped you up; he always did, he always touched you with care and tenderness on all the swollen and aching parts of you, but to your surprise, he simply wrapped you up.

"Joel, Joel the blood-" You express concern again, but this time because it's on your face. Who is out there to see? You can't go out there like this, not with cum in your hair and his hand print marred in blood around your neck. "No-" You whimper as he begins to carry you outside. You don't try to fight him, you know its useless, so you try to burry your face in his shoulder.

Joel yanks your head back. "Don't you dare" his voice was harsh before he sooths the pain by gentle patting down your hair. "Don't hide" it was gentle now…

The good news, only one person was in the living room as you were carried past to the bathroom, and it wasn't Tommy; you couldn't bare for Tommy to see you like this, such blatant evidence on how his brother broke you.

The bad news was it was Lorenzo. You expeced maybe to see envy in his face, jealously that Joel could so clearly do whatever he wanted to you, maybe that look in his eye that Nick always got...

But instead, it was clear disgust. Whether at you or at Joel, you didn't know... but you no longer felt like a painting on display, suddenly you felt like a broken down little freak show to be gawked at, rediculed and humiliated.

'Look at my little toy' Joel seemed to be saying as he paraded you past. 'You heard how loud she moaned for me, look what she lets me do, look how I've broken her in.'

And yet... his touch was ever gentle as he cleaned you, including your face; not a drop of water in your eyes, his hold was still tight and comforting as you rested against him in the tub, and his words were still full of praise.

Maybe you were his toy... but maybe you were his favorite toy... and favorite toys don't stay in pristine condition, they get played with...

Was it so wrong to be a doll getting played with, if at the end of the day you were still the one he picked up?

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IDK this was supposed to be a few paragraphs of smut for period sex and I got carried away.

Also I wanna know which one of y'all voted wanting Little One to end up with Lorenzo and i just wanna know why. Theres no wrong answer im just curious!

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[singerorpheus]

im just gna word vomit everything i saw:

- i had madeline charlemagne as eurydice and beth hinton lever as a fate! beth had a string of bells as her instrument!

- i kept being drawn to bella as a fate shes so so mean and nasty im obsessed with her

- nothing changes is too fast and i stand by that!!!

- the cut lines for the women i will always mourn but theres also something so powerful about the looks eurydice and persephone and even hermes shoot each other like the silence is so so loud

- doubt comes in orpheus hitting his chest, i literally heard with my own two ears donal shushing the fates as they go where is she, he kisses his little necklace thing before starting

- LIKE WHAT IS HIS LITTLE NECKLACE THING

- the notebook during chant i literally just has la la la la la written on it thats my poet who will change the world btw

- zachery hades is so fucking yassified i feel like no one mentioned that his chant ii walk is so cunty

- the use of the red at the back of his outfit is used so cleanly and effectively its almost diabolical how good that combination of blocking and costuming is

- i literallt cannot believe i saw donal orpheus sing if its true live like in real life like oh my god

- buy your tickets at the right side!! orpheus does run up next to the crowd to climb some metal scaffolding(?) to run up to eurydice after flowers, but in the defense of the left side -- eurydice stands there pretty often and so does hermes so you get full melanie all the time which is a dream and also holy shit you can just see orpheus in front of you for doubt comes in as he starts panicking

- god they really make donal run and sing and he does it full body

- wow melanie really gives her all the entire time shes on stage the silent moments she has with eurydice especially after hey little songbird is like oh my god

- also i wanted the lights to swing over my head so so bad

- god the lighting tony win is so fucking deserved its so fucking CRAZY how full body the experience of the lights are

- during our lady of the underground gloria reached out and touched someones bald head in the front row shes so fucking funny

- also i just kept hearing from the people around about how good gloria is once the show is done and theyre so right

- absolutely no notes for madeline she was absolutely great (i could literally see her shake during chant i and hey little songbird) she sang "orpheus" before she went back down after doubt comes in which was a big OOF for me

- the parallel between eurydice learning the dance from the workers during livin it up on top and her learning the moves during why we build the wall omg

- when orpheus makes the little newspaper flower it has a little stalk in the middle of it unlike broadway

- during olotu, when persephone introduces the keyboardist he does the little pierre "no i am enjoying myself at home this evening" fist pump

- gloria's single tear post chant ii is fucking killer.

- also hades does a little funny shimmy during lover's desire like i wonder if every hades and persephone has a slightly different dance? bc i dont rmb some of those moves

- when hermes sings "and that is how it ends" orpheus just collapses.... my poor beloved poet!!

- orpheus reacts to the lamp above the exit before he leaves

- i guess i also didn't really realise how hurt orpheus is by the time doubt comes in happens orpheus as a little stumble by the time he starts epic iii and hes so so greviously hurt by then already

- this orpheus doesn't have the Classic red tied bandana it's more like just a piece of non-patterned red cloth around his neck. he wear a necklace (which i will emphasise so much i so desperately want to know what it is -- the stage is so fucking high i couldn't get a clear view of it) which had two pendants of things that i couldn't see and a black (iron?) ring on his middle finger if im not wrong

-the red carnation that appears doesn't have leaves or a stem unlike the broadway version that ive seen its just petals that appear in orpheus' and hades' hands

-if ure a west end enthusiast like i am u would already know but hermes has a pocket watch now that she checks periodically and its a big reoccurring thing

-when persephone leaves for up top in act 1 zachary hades is like slouched iirc -- i think zachary plays up the business man aspect of hades and also hades' underlying sadness whereas i think other hadeses have more anger within them with some sadness popping up periodically

-orpheus during epic iii when the workers start singing with him had a little smile/relief before he went back to being in Extreme Pain

[josiebelladonna]

i’m reading “are you with me now?” and i’m laughing at the thought of nick’s number being “666″ on her phone’s caller id.

it’s the most unintentionally funny thing i have ever seen, because you know what she’s trying to do, right?

it’s like...

you take

(ahem)

six, six, six on the head and the wrist, the bloodied, battered crucifix. two coins to cross the river styx on bended knees and satan's fist. 

yes. nikki had a hard life with heroin and abuse and homelessness, and he was technically dead for two minutes at one point. his comeback story is absolutely incredible.

but no amount of edginess from the green druidess can convince me that she’s evil when jeff becerra exists.

i really wish i could tell her, “girl, just relax and be yourself! no need to be overly edgy” but then again, i don’t think there’s anything i can say to her without fear of discord/back-and-forth dm reprisal. and aside from that, this one’s not even funny. it’s just nothing. it’s like she saw my whole “i poke fun at you if i like you” and went “absolutely not”, even though i have had all manner of stuff thrown at me and called every name in the book by kids in the schoolyard and had it dismissed with “oh, they just like you!”

apparently, her excuse is that she bailed on me to mirror lizzy’s antics in state of euphoria (or something like that, i wasn’t properly paying attention and i immediately knew it was nonsense as well) like an “art imitates life” sort of thing-

yeah, don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining.

you did it because you can’t handle someone who’s different than you. you want someone who’s your equal so you can leech off them until there’s nothing left. you did it with me and then you moved over to temple when you found that i wasn’t cutting it for you anymore because i wrote a little something called “the mirror never lies” after you wrote stay, and then “amped and wired” the same time you wrote crawl (a kind of pointless retelling of state of euphoria where amped and wired did in fact have a point).

“sketchiness of wattpad” i never yelled BITCH PLEASE so loud, especially when you’ve got reads in the literal tens of thousands and an actual cult following over there. at worst, that is the most ungrateful attitude i’ve ever seen in my life (coming from someone who struggles with that mindset, that is saying so much). 

moreover, she tries to play dumb with people, saying that i don’t know what i’m talking about and i’m being a bully to her, probably so people can come over to her and pet her head. let me get this perfectly straight, because i’m still trying to comprehend this. i’m being a bully to someone who cut me off for no reason other than to be petty...? how in the world does that work? you’re in the arts of self-defense, i would hope that you know you do not fight unless the aggressor comes first.

she also has the balls - THE BALLS - to justify her plagiarism, too, which... on its own, just amazes me, especially in an era where you have literal hordes of people justifying stealing art from hardworking artists (such as myself) to pump through algorithms and make shitty, soulless ai pieces out of them. steal from us and also have the audacity to pick a fight with us just to be a horse’s ass, and we’ll fight you right back (weird how the whole incident foreshadowed the whole thing with ai art in my eyes).

she cut me off and then covered her ass because she’s territorial, among other things. and she’s lying to her followers constantly which is just... i have no words for that. what do i even say to that? that probably infuriates me more than the plagiarism.

really, never mind me: this piece of work. this scumbag. this lowlife. is flat-out lying to her followers right to their faces for absolutely no reason than to appear as though she’s right. day in. day out.

cowardice. that is utter cowardice.

given the choice, i would much rather speak opinions about fic just to spit in the face of “don’t like, don’t read” than lie to my own goddamn followers.

it makes me wonder if her whole thing is merely an act or if she really is that cunning and believes her own bullshit that much.

[yellowcrumpet]

So guess what i did yesterday :)

[s0dium]

Did you say puppy boy yuuta?? Oh my gosh, just imagine him in his rut. I mean, he already has an insatiable stamina and his breeding kink on normal days but it just worsens to tenfold on his rut.

He probably won't even care about you. Fucking you until you pass out and the only thing in his mind is to fuck you full of his cum and make you carry his babies.

Puppy boy

A/n: FUCK I LITERALLY- I think about this when im alone if you know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I might have gotten a little carried away please more of these nasty thirsts y'all r killing me

Warnings: Hybrid!Yuuta, breeding kink, dry humping, knotting, no prep and big dick yuuta

Yutas eyes were dark, completely blown out with lust as he dragged his clothed crotch up and down your leg.

"Y-yuu? Everything ok?" This position was all too familiar, your puppy asking you to care for his insatiable needs. But something about it seems different, from the way he hotly pants on the skin of your neck to how his ears twitch and his canines seem bigger, sharper.

You let out a sweet moan that is sent straight to his hefty cock when he begins to suck and lick at your skin. "Please, m'wanna mate" he mumbles into the nape of your neck, sharp canines crazing over the thumping spot that is your heart. "M'wanna give you my pups, make you a momma and breed you again and again" You thickly gulp at his words. Your usually used to moments like these, where he relentlessly humps any part of your body, without a care if in public or not, until hes spoiling his pants. Buts its rare he ever mentions breeding which can only mean one thing; your puppy was in heat. And being the good owner you were, how could you deny your pet when he needed you the most?

"S'ok puppy, go ahead" Big mistake. Because the moment you give the ok, it becomes a never ending cycle. One where he pumps you full of cum after hours of fucking, gives you big glassy eyes and begs to go again only for the process to repeat and your left unable to move.

"Thank you thank you to much" He mumbles, peppering kisses along your neck while his hands get to work pulling down those cute short pajama pants. He almost tears your frilly white panties but restrains himself, opting to take them off as well. You squeal when you feel two fingers glide along your slit to collect your sticky juices, only to be put in his mouth; Yuutas eyes closing as he tastes your juices.

"Taste so so good" He groans, pulling out his flushed cock and using the saliva and juices to help wet him.

There is no warning when he completely bottoms out inside of you, walls throbbing as he seems to get bigger with every inch slipping into your quivering hole. He whines at how warm you are, its nothing like his fist or that stupid fleshlight you got him for when your away.

"S-so warm n'tight"he whines into your mouth and presses his own messy kisses into your squealing mouth. His pelvic bone rubs on your clit as he jackhammers into you, the base of his cock swelling and stretching your gummy walls wide.

"M'love you, love you so much, wanna make you a momma, give you my pups!" He's babbling now, lips hungrily sucking your nipples like milk was going to cum out. The sheer collision of his tip against your cervix as he slammed into you was making your brain go numb. Just when you dont think you can cum again, he rips another one out of you and god does it feel amazing. Its like your flying in euphoria as thousands of flesh arrows send pleasure across your body.

Yuutas soft floopy ears suddenly peak up to a point and his tail starts to wag violently. “m’ gonna cum- bunny m’gonna cum inside.” he cuts of with a squeal of his own, shooting thick white ropes of his cum into your swollen n wanting womb. He kept cumming inside of you, strings and strings of hot cum filling you up as he held you in his arms. It made your body shake, his load weighing at your stomach like it was forming a bulge with how much there was. “gonna look so pretty with my puppies” his tail twitches at his own words, mind going foggy at the thought of you round and swollen with his children.

[sadboi-writer]

Hiii

Could u please request a Dustin Henderson Fluff fic :)

Like reader is Eddie’s younger sibling and is really interested in Dustin and thinks they’re super secretive abt it but Eddie like knows and like same thing w Dustin like he really likes reader but thinks no one knows, does this make sense?? Anyway. Eddie isn’t like super against them going out but keeps a really close watch bc he’s super overprotective of his younger sibling

Sorry if that made 0 sense at all 😭

Hey! This makes perfect sense! I hope you like it!

Deception At It’s Finest

Dustin Henderson x Munson!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, an allusion to sex (just Eddie saying not to fuck in his van), mention of Jason Carver (yes that gets its own warning)

Y/N’s head was thrown back in laughter, and Dustin could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating for a second. Eddie had made some joke about Jason Carver and it had made Y/N laugh really hard. They had the prettiest laugh, Dustin had decided. But, then again, he thought every single thing they did was beautiful. 

“Henderson!” Eddie snapped

Dustin looked at his dungeon master and realized he’d been staring at Y/N for far too long. 

“Yeah, what’s up Eddie?” Dustin replied, trying to be nonchalant about it

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, “I was asking if anyone had an issue with Y/N joining us for the campaign this week.”

Dustin shook his head, “No, not at all, Why would I have an issue with that?”

“Good.”

Before Eddie could continue, the bell rang. Dustin was quick to grab his things and rush off to physics. 

Meanwhile, Y/N was walking with Eddie and Gareth to their English class. 

“Okay, so Gareth, let me get this right?” Y/N said incredulously, “You like strawberry jelly better than grape?”

“Yeah! You have to try it!” Gareth replied, ruffling their hair

Eddie lightly smacked his hand away, “What they have to try is not making goo-goo eyes at my sheep!”

Gareth snorted in response. Y/N’s eyes widened in horror.

“What are you talking about?” Y/N demanded

“I’ve seen the way you look at Henderson.” Eddie teased

“I don’t look at him in any certain way!” They insisted

Gareth belly-laughed at that, “Oh, little dude, you’ve gotta be joking! You look at him like he’s Rob Lowe and he just proposed!”

Y/N blushed furiously, “Shut up! I do not! And even if I did it’s supposed to be secret!”

They ran off down the hallway, disappearing into their next classroom.

“It’s supposed to be a secret?” Gareth asked

“Shut the fuck up, Gareth.” Eddie replied

After school the kids all headed to Eddie’s van. He had become like their personal chauffeur ever since they’d joined Hellfire. Eddie was leaning against his van as he saw Y/N chatting with Dustin while they walked. He smiled a little.

“Sinclair! You’ve got shotgun today!” Eddie said, forming a plan in his head

Lucas fist pumped the air, “Yes!”

He hopped in the front seat, despite Y/N’s protests. 

“Hey! What happened to family privilege?” Y/N whined

“Awe, Y/N you don’t want to sit with me and Dustybun?” Mike teased

“Just sit in the back today. You get shotgun literally all the time.” Eddie replied, “And sit in the middle seat. You’re the shortest and I need to see when I back out.”

Mike offered the huffy Y/N a hand as they stepped into the van. They were crowded into the center seat, smushed between Mike and Dustin. Not that they particularly minded but they didn’t want Dustin to feel awkward.

Mike lightly shoved them over, “Quit taking all my space! Move closer to Dustin!”

Y/N sighed and shifted their weight more evenly between the two. Eddie stopped at the Sinclair’s house, and Mike hopped out with Lucas.

Y/N went to unbuckle their seatbelt and scoot to the other seat that Mike had just vacated when Eddie swung a sharp left turn, throwing them onto Dustin. 

“Shit, shit, sorry!”

They mumbled apologies to each other as Y/N tried to get themselves upright. Eddie swung another left turn, a mischievous smirk on his face as Y/N was once again thrown onto Dustin.

“Eddie can you slow the fuck down?” Y/N demanded, pushing upright once more

Dustin held their shoulders to steady them as they went around another left. 

“Okay, Eddie, what the hell are you doing?” Dustin demanded, “That’s like the third left turn in a row- fuck!”

Dustin shrieked as Eddie swung right and threw the boy on top of Y/N, both were blushing messes at that point.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was I bothering you?” Eddie taunted

“Fuck off, Eddie.” Y/N groaned

Eddie threw the van into park and swung the keys around on his finger as he got out of the van. 

“Hey, Henderson?” Eddie called before he shut the door

“Yeah, Eddie?” Dustin replied, sitting up off of Y/N

“No fucking in my van, got it?” 

Y/N turned bright red, “Eddie, shut the fuck up!”

Dustin moved and sat away from Y/N. Both were red in the face and could barely look at each other. 

“Right, soooo...” Dustin mumbled

“Yeah, soooo....” Y/N replied

“Was that Eddie trying to... set us up?”

Y/N shrugged, “Either that or just his mortifying way of teasing me.”

Dustin tilted his head, “Teasing you for what?”

Y/N blew a raspberry and sighed, “Having a crush on you.”

Dustin was silent for a moment, and panic started to settle in Y/N’s chest. They shook their head and made to get out of the van, when they felt Dustin’s hand gently grab their wrist. They turned to look at him, he had the widest smile on his face.

“God, I’ve wanted to hear you say that for so long.” He said

Dustin pulled Y/N into a soft kiss. Both just enjoying each other’s company. They were interrupted by repetitive banging on the outside of the van, accompanied by Eddie’s voice.

“No! Fucking! In! My! Van!” He shouted, slamming his hand on the roof to punctuate his point

Dustin slid the door open with a doofy grin on his face.

“No fucking in here,” Y/N assured him

Eddie smiled, “Good. Now, Henderson, how ‘bout we have a little chat about you dating my little Y/N/N?”

Dustin turned pale as Eddie grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the trailer. Y/N giggled and followed after them, making sure Eddie didn’t scare the boy too much. 

[planetsano]

xbox or playstation? 🎮

SYNOPSIS ✰ eren finds more interest in gaming than you, his horny girlfriend.

WARNINGS ✰ nsfw/18+, gamer au, streamer/gamer eren, very needy and horny reader, humping, sex in a gaming chair, blowjob, dirty talk, eren is kinda mean but he lets you use him to get off.

PAIRING ✰ eren yeager x female reader.

The uncomfortable throbbing and heat coming from between your legs were enough to pull you from your sleep. The dream you experienced before waking up was the cause— your boyfriend fucking you into the mattress while his large hand your face hard-pressed into the sheets as he pounded into you from behind. It was expected, Eren’s been streaming and gaming for most of the day, leaving you to fend for yourself to find your own entertainment. Usually, you didn’t mind. It was his job and how he paid rent but on this particular day you were feeling very needy and your advances were met with a dismissive ‘I’m working.’ or ‘I’m busy right now. Can’t you wait later?’

A tiny whine escaped your lips as you sat up, wiping the sleep from your hazy eyes to an empty bed. The orange light from the sunset was bleeding through the window, entering the room and coloring the walls a warm apricot color.

5:15 pm is what the digital clock sitting on the nightstand on his side of the bed read. He should be finished streaming.

The soft pitter-patter of your soft feet sounded again the cold hardwood flooring throughout the hallway as you made your way to what you like to call ‘the homewrecking room’, it’s just his workroom but maybe you’re a little bit of a drama queen. The door was halfway open, so you stuck your head in. It was rather dark, his LEDs turned off and the blinds from the window closed. His face was illuminated by the computer monitors in front of his face. He wasn’t on stream right now that was a fact but you still knocked on the twice before stepping in.

“Eren,” You called for him.

Your soft voice grabs Eren’s attention, making him do a double-take. He takes his hand to push one side of his headset behind his ear, eyes locked on you for a moment. He’s not sure if you want to tell him something but he couldn’t lie, you looked cute right now— dressed in nothing but his hoodie and your cute panties. You were wearing the cotton ones that had the teeny ribbon bow at the waistband. You had a sleepy look on your face, rubbing your eyes with one of your sweater paws.

“Took a nap?” He asks— his eyes darting back to the main computer monitor out of the three in front of him.

“Mhm.” You hum in response, walking over to him and standing at the armrest of his chair.

Eren looks pretty right now. He always does but you especially love when he wears his hair down. He’s so invested in the game— brows furrowed in concentration while his fingers skillfully mashed the controller’s buttons. The game controller looks so small in his hands compared to when you’re holding it.

“Can we cuddle?” You ask softly, wiggling your sweater paw on his forearm.

Eren leans back further in his gaming chair, lifting his arms as an invitation for you to come climb into his lap. So you did— settling yourself onto his thighs with both your legs on either side of his waist. Your body melts into his with your face buried in his neck, taking in his scent. He smelled faintly of his favorite cologne, a sultry mixture of amber and cedarwood. Eren’s arms wrap around your frame, his slender hands still pressing the buttons on his controller rapidly. You can hear his friends’ yelling, profanities, and jokes spill through his headset. To be frank, you were getting a little jealous because you wanted his attention. You’ve been asking for it the entire day nearly.

“Miss you, Eren..” You whine quietly into his skin.

“Flank to your right, Jean-” Eren mutes his mic. “I’m right here, pumpkin.” He rubs yours back a couple of times before his hand is back on the controller. Eren isn’t really there and definitely not paying attention either, you can tell. There's a clear difference in tone— disinterest, and dismissiveness when speaking to you and the lighthearted words and chuckles his friends get.

“Pay attention to me.” You mumble.

“I am.” He deadpans.

“You’re not, you jerk.” Your shirt balls up into your fist.

You just want him— and you’re not exactly picky with how either.

One of your hands finds its way to your clothed pussy, lodging itself in between his crotch and yours before you begin to hump it, adding pressure on your clit from your middle and ring finger.

“What are you doing?” Eren asks quietly enough for his headset not to pick up his words.

“Nothing.” You whimper, continuing to rut yourself against your hand and taking in your boyfriend’s scent.

It’s not enough though, you know it’s not enough. In a way, you almost hate how Eren conditioned you to want his cock and his only. It’s so fucking big and pretty, he knows it too. The way you can feel that thick vein that protrudes angrily along his length rub against your g spot with every thrust. God, and how he splits you open is almost scary but you can’t get enough of it. Fingers, pillows, toys just don’t do it for you anymore— and your hand right now certainly wasn’t.

“C’n I put you inside?” You lift yourself lazily from his shoulder to look at him, pouting and flushed in the face. Eren sighs, before muting his mic once again.

“Will you behave? I’m serious, (Name). I’m not fucking you right now. Jean is recording for his channel.” He says.

“s’okay!” You perk up a bit. “Just wanna feel you.” You say.

“You say that then we end up fucking..” He sighs when he sees the sad puppy eyes you were putting on for him.

“Go on then, Get me hard.”

It’s been thirty minutes— thirty aching minutes of being stuffed full of Eren’s fat cock. Your panties have long since been discarded somewhere on the floor while his shorts and boxers are pulled halfway down his thighs. You know he can feel your walls fluttering around him every time one of you shifts even the slightest bit, and the most frustrating thing about it is: he doesn’t seem to be affected by any of this. Still ignoring you with his dick buried balls deep into your cunt. Every time you attempted to grind your hips down onto his, he would pinch your thigh hard enough to sting.

“Rennie,” You had tears pricking at your eyes at this point, all you wanted to do was cum but your boyfriend was being a jerk.

“Are you this insatiable? My god.” Eren asks.

“Please, Eren. I miss you.” You rolled your hips onto his.

“Fine. Use it, get yourself off. But I’m not helping you.”

Eren doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re fucking yourself on his cock— quite literally using him as your own personal dildo. Your arms are wrapped snug around his neck, muffling your moans in his neck as you bounce yourself up and down on his shaft. The head of his cock hitting your cervix every time your hips slammed down onto his. The chair creaking underneath you both with your rapid movements was paired with soft sounds of skin slapping, your labored breathing, and whines. You’re almost certain his teammates can hear you, but it doesn’t matter to you. The only thing on your mind right now was using your boyfriend to get yourself off.

You feel your high form in the pit of your tummy, erupting like a volcano when you reach its peak. Your walls clamp around your boyfriend’s big cock— walls fluttering and clenching in erratic rhythms around his shaft. Your thighs are burning and shaking as you tried your best to silence your moans by biting down on his shoulder. Eren feels it all, he knows you just came but he’s still unbothered, his eyes locked on the screen. His body only moves slightly when you tug on his neck a little too hard. You’re limp in his lap, catching your breath when you hear Eren’s team call for a 10-minute break before resuming another session.

“Satisfied?” He asks, pulling back his headphones so they lay around his neck.

“You didn’t cum.” You say, your cheek slightly squished from his shoulder. Eren only shrugs and ushers you to get up by tapping on your thighs and you followed suit— lifting yourself off his cock. It falls heavy out of you, slapping softly onto his shirt glistening from your juices.

“Clean it.” He says.

You drop to your knees taking his shaft into your palm, dragging your tongue along his length making sure to flatten your muscle to cover more area. You look up through your lashes at Eren to see he’s on his phone— body relaxed with his arm rested behind his head, scrolling through Twitter. Ignoring you, again.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock as you swirl your tongue around the flushed red tip— then taking as much as you possibly could into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to create a sucking sensation. The rest that couldn’t fit was being fisted by your hand.

“I said clean up your mess, not get me off,” Eren says, looking down at you instead of at his phone. You released him from your mouth with an explicit ‘pop.’

“Will you feed me, Eren?” You ask, eyes never leaving his. “‘m hungry.” Your hand continues to pump him lazily.

“Fuck- Yeah, I got something for you. Hold still.” Eren’s phone is long forgotten, his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair pulling your head back.

“Use both hands, yeah- stroke my cock, baby.” Eren’s moans sound breathless and pretty. You’re moving your hands up and down his dick at a rapid pace.

“Open your mouth. Said you were hungry, right?” Eren shoots his load onto your tongue unannounced— his thick ropes painting your pretty pink tongue white, some of it dripping down your chin. He’s looking down at you with lidded eyes and his bottom lip nursed between his teeth as he rides out his high with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Your hands come to an eventual stop and you roll your tongue back into your mouth, swallowing your snack. Eren takes a finger, swiping it along your chin to gather the excess that didn’t make it into your tummy. You gladly taking his finger into your mouth sucking it clean.

“Now get out. I’m working.”

© all content belongs to rekiri 2021. do not modify or repost.

[carphoegras]

ranking les amis based on how good they are at just dance

enjolras: 2/10 no rhythm. a lot of limbs and no ability to use them. of course he does have the power of his hair (hairography if you will) and pretty privilege so i gave him two points. honestly, he tries so hard and misses most moves so his badness level is a sore spot.

combeferre: 8/10. definitely took dancing lessons bc of course ferre has an abundance of skills bc hes a fucking god of a human. could be a little more energetic but technically verrry good

courfeyrac: 1000/10. he doesnt just play. he performs. he shines. he is the star. not only does this boy dance, he puts his goddamn soul into it. this isnt a fucking game. its the fucking x factor. refuses to play with anyone who does not match his energy he will pause the game and finish solo if he must.

jehan: 9/10 also a solid dancer. very graceful. its poetic. its hypnotic. he is a siren and his friends are powerless to his call. matches courfeyrac’s energy

grantaire: okay so like, grantaire can dance. but in an effort to maintain his goofball loser cringe fail friend status he purposefully goes off on his own and fails every single move. always manages to convince enjolras to be his partner and every time they stop not three moves in to argue. One time r managed to beat enjolras and enj didnt talk to him for a week

bahorel: 0/10 oh my god just so bad. so bad. like a drunken dad at a barbecue. fist pumping and toe touching, it doesnt matter bc hes like self aware but its like painful to watch

feuilly: 6/10 not good, not bad. but goddamn it does this man have a good time. not technically good but he hits every move and with PASSION. hes like beaming so hard this man’s having a blast.

joly: 1/10 only slightly more watchable than bahorel. hes offbeat, late to every move. hes just genuinely confused and doesnt know where he is or what hes doing help him please get him out

bossuet: bossuet is not allowed to play just dance. long story short, he chose promiscuous by nelly furtado, broke his tooth on a coffee table, knocked a candle into the carpet and ruined courfeyrac’s curtains. 7/10 for technical ability tho

marius: annoyingly good at it? Doesnt even try? Wins every time? Literally beats courfeyrac every single game without fail its one of life’s greatest mysteries

[eddiedoll]

Can I request a fic for eddie?

I have constant chronic pain. It is literally everywhere that has joints or muscle but it is the worst in the lower back, neck, shoulders and hands.

Sometimes it gets so bad I can't move without wanting to scream. And Sometimes my joints lock or my muscles seize and I literally can't move at at.

Rubbing or heating it helps, but I have never been able to get full relief. Partially to my inability to get close to people

I was wondering if you could write for a reader with something like this? (Or just normal chronic pain)

Maybe he didnt know about it (I tend to not share as it makes people pity me) till the reader has a bad day or locks up in front of them (sometimes my knees just buckle and I drop) (and then can't move for like thirty minutes).

Or just anything really, I'm having a bad day and would love the comfort

Loved your vamp Eddie BTW. Would love to see a part two if you want to write it :)

(So sorry this took me a few days to get around to writing! I hope you’re not in much pain atm :( I’m not well versed on chronic pain but I did a lil research so I hope its at least a lil factual! Thank you for the love on vamp!eddie <3333 a part 2 is on the way ~)

It doesn’t matter how much time passes, every now and then a new pain crops up in a muscle or joint you didn’t even know you had. Leaving you tender and slightly cranky at times.

No one apart from your parents knew about your condition, not wanting to see the looks of pity on people’s faces when they discover the constant acute pain you’re in. You hadn’t even told your boyfriend, Eddie. He was the epitome of a bleeding heart, and you knew as soon as you told him, he would flit around you constantly. He’d already stopped you from coming to his gigs for a while after a stray fist pump caught you in the temple. God knows how he would react to knowing how accustomed to that pain you already were.

You swear you’re good at hiding the ache deep set in your muscles but today was truly the worst flare-up you’d had in years. Every small movement left your joints screaming in agony and all you wanted to do was lay in bed, motionless, and wait for it to pass. For the roaring flames licking at your every limb to dull down to the usual small sparks. But you had promised Eddie that the two of you would go out for a picnic, since the weather was just cool enough to avoid the normal sticky-hot heat of Indiana summer.

Even lifting the empty picnic basket left you nearly in tears, gulping down the lump forming in your throat as you step out the door. The trailer park was usually a brisk 10 minute walk but, with every agonising step, it took you over half an hour before you were slightly limping down the stone path to his trailer.

He was sitting on his porch, wild hair contained in a low bun, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. He was effervescent, even in his usual attire of a Judas Priest t-shirt and ragged black, ripped jeans. The second he spotted you, those doe eyes sparkled and he began to bound down the road to meet you. Forcing yourself to walk as normal as possible, you brace for the impact of his hug.

Long arms wrap tightly around your shoulders, further igniting the intense flames blazing inside you. The searing pain is only dampened by his hand rubbing softly along the backs of your shoulders, appeasing the burning phoenix nestled there.

“Hi, sweetheart. You ready to go? I got all the stuff ready on the table inside.”

Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod and allow him to guide you into his trailer. Each step feels like sharp needles being jabbed into the soles of your feet and you regret ever agreeing to this date.

“You ok, sweets? You’re looking a lil pale?”

You love Eddie, but at this moment, you hate just how perceptive he is. You look back from the table and try to give him a smile, but it comes out more like a grimace. “I’m ok, my love, just feeling a little under the weather today. Don’t worry about me, we have a picnic to get to!”

Hoping the mention of the picnic will distract him, you return to packing the picnic basket. Fingers cramping around the small cucumber sandwiches he’d obviously spent a while making, you sense his presence as he leans his head on top of yours.

“You sure? We can just chill here if you’re not feeling too good. I still have that copy of Ghostbusters that I convinced Steve to sneak out from Family Video.”

You love him, he is kind and sweet and just wants to make sure you’re ok.

You repeat these thoughts over and over in your mind, trying to extinguish the anger simmering low in your stomach. He did nothing to deserve your temper, but you were just in so much pain.

“C’mon darling, talk to me. Do you have a headache? Bad tummy? Do you have to poop?”

He lowers his voice at the end, jokingly as he pokes you in the side. The sting that emanates from the pressure is the final straw.

“Jesus, Eddie! Do you not want to go to the picnic or something? Can’t you just say that instead of trying to annoy me into not wanting to go? I said I’m fine, why can you not just drop it!”

Obviously not expecting your reaction, he recoils slightly, hands frozen as they hover over your sides. You feel awful for yelling at him but the way you tensed your whole body makes you feel like every nerve is igniting all at once. You go to turn to face him, leg twisting awkwardly, and before you can warn him, you drop to the floor, knees buckling under the intense pain.

You hit the ground, both knees slamming down painfully. Wincing, you know you won’t be able to move anytime soon so you resign yourself to slowly manoeuvring into a more comfortable position. Eddie finally snaps back into action, crouching down to match your line of sight.

“Sweetheart?! You ok? What happened? Do you need to go to the hospital? I can take you in the van, it’s not too far -”

Before he can work himself up into more of a panic, you reach out and grab his hand, silencing him. “No no, it’s fine. Honestly. This happens sometimes. I’m sorry for yelling, I’m just in a little bit of pain that’s all.”

“Little bit of pain? You’re shaking.”

You hadn’t even realised the hand wrapped around his is trembling slightly, too focused on the pain overtaking your body.

“I’m used to it, Eds. Just give me a few minutes.”

He huffs at this, moving to sit down across from you. His eyebrows are drawn tensely and you can already tell you’re about to receive one of his famous lectures.

“You’re not ok. You’re sweating and shaking and obviously in pain. You don’t need to hide it from me. I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to look after you if you’re not feeling well, the same way you look after me. Now what do you mean you’re used to it? Tell me what’s happening, I just wanna help you, darling.”

Despite the pain in your fingers, you entangle them around his, using them to ground yourself. Squeezing them periodically to stop them from fully seizing, you look into his worried eyes.

“Don’t go all mother hen on me, ok? I suffer from chronic pain. And I mean suffer. This shit sucks. Normally I can handle it, but I’m in the middle of a flare up so it feels like every single part of my body is on fire. All at the same time. I’ve had it for a while and it’s never been this bad.”

“Baby…”

There it is. The pity in his eyes. You hate it.

“Don’t you dare pity me, Eddie Munson. I can deal with it. It’s just sometimes my legs lock up or my knees buckle and it takes me a while to be able to get up and walk. I’ll be fine in like 30 minutes or so, and then we’re going on that damn picnic.”

The pity dissipates from his eyes, left with only mirth. He leans forward, pressing a small kiss to the furrow of your brow. “Ok, sweets. Damn, I don’t know how you do it. I get a cold and I’m out for a whole week. You’re, like, metal as fuck, you know that, right?”

You smile back, feeling your muscles slacken at his compliments, the flames rearing back a bit but still licking harshly at your muscles. Squeezing his hand once more, you smirk at him. “So that means I’m more metal than you?”

“Oh, definitely. Can’t believe I landed the most metal babe around. Damn, I’m lucky.”

“And don’t you forget it, Munson.”

You both sit for a moment, enjoying the comfortable silence surrounding you. Eddie moves, and you can almost see the lightbulb form over his head as he shoots up from the ground.

“Is there anything I can get you that will help? Wayne’s got a hot water bottle here somewhere for when his back plays up. Or we have frozen peas? We might have a tube of Deep Heat around here somewhere.”

You lie back slowly, wincing with every movement. “A hot water bottle would be great, thanks.”

He moves to find it somewhere in the mess of Wayne’s room. At least you knew where Eddie got it from. Eyes closing, you allow yourself to relax into the carpet, willing the ache in your muscles to slowly ebb away. You listen as he sets the kettle on the stove, the sound of the gas sparking to light.

A few minutes pass, and you hear the shuffle of his sock-bound feet moving towards you. Eyes opening, you smile weakly up at him as he hands you the full hot water bottle. You rest it on your chest, not wanting to risk popping the seal if you placed it under you, hoping the warmth will soak through to the back of your aching shoulders.

“Anything else I can do for you, my liege?” He dips his head in a clumsy bow, pulling a small giggle from you.

“No, I should be fine. Just gotta let it do its thing.”

He hums in response, coming to sit back down beside you. His hand rests on your knee, rubbing soothing circles into it. You can’t help the sigh of relief at the feeling of his fingers pressing through the tender joint. His hand freezes at the sound.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt? I did it without thinking, I’m sorry.” He goes to withdraw his hand but stops as a whine escapes you at the loss of warmth.

“No, it feels good. Sometimes massaging it helps with the achiness.”

He continues to rub your knee, pressing in a little deeper as he gauges your reaction. Attentive as always, he switches between deep presses and light squeezes, depending on whether you relax or tense at his actions.

“Then consider me your personal masseuse.”

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The cucumber sandwiches still get eaten, your body resting against Eddie’s as the two of you slowly work your way through the feast. He insists on feeding you, not wanting your fingers to hurt anymore than they already do.

You never got to the picnic site, but you couldn’t think of a better way to get through your flare up than lying here on the scratchy trailer carpet floor with a boyfriend who alternates between massaging your knees and shoulders, and a cosy hot water bottle.