#and was a menace to society at large

[teatitty]

Alibaba is repeatedly shown to be very quick and nimble on his feet, reacting to fast and sudden attacks purely on instinct, which I know for a fact comes from his 10 years of living in the slums. He even dodges Morgiana’s attacks despite never meeting a fanalis before in his life and honestly? Really wish he’d have been the kind of fighter who’s so fucking annoying to go against simply because he’s too damn hard to hit

Sinbad has Sharrkan teach Alibaba not because he is the better swordsman (although he is) but because Sharrkan is also really fucking annoying to try and get a hit on when he isn’t being stupid

[fstbmp-a]

Walks in, enables PvP on the dash, walks out.

[aberooski]

I got bored editing so I started sketching Chazz's mom instead aksksk

I've never really drawn her the way I imagine her in universe, so it's been interesting nailing down her wardrobe 😅

I also wanted to do character sheets of sorts for all the moms because lord knows I made up moms for all those damn kids. I've only drawn out like 3 but I always use the previous ones as references, mostly for placement purposes, but I do draw the same general angles and varying ranges of expression for them all too so the reference for that's helpful too 😅 so ignore Jaden's mom hiding under Michelle's background layer 😂😂😂

[dilfenthusiast]

Getting the urge to fuck another coworker. I need to be put down.

[nerdygaymormon]

The LGBTQ community has seen controversy regarding acceptance of different groups (bisexual and transgender individuals have sometimes been marginalized by the larger community), but the term LGBT has been a positive symbol of inclusion and reflects the embrace of different identities and that we’re stronger together and need each other. While there are differences, we all face many of the same challenges from broader society.

In the 1960′s, in wider society the meaning of the word gay transitioned from ‘happy’ or ‘carefree’ to predominantly mean ‘homosexual’ as they adopted the word as was used by homosexual men, except that society also used it as an umbrella term that meant anyone who wasn’t cisgender or heterosexual. The wider queer community embraced the word ‘gay’ as a mark of pride.

The modern fight for queer rights is considered to have begun with The Stonewall Riots in 1969 and was called the Gay Liberation Movement and the Gay Rights Movement.

The acronym GLB surfaced around this time to also include Lesbian and Bisexual people who felt “gay” wasn’t inclusive of their identities. 

Early in the gay rights movement, gay men were largely the ones running the show and there was a focus on men’s issues. Lesbians were unhappy that gay men dominated the leadership and ignored their needs and the feminist fight. As a result, lesbians tended to focus their attention on the Women’s Rights Movement which was happening at the same time. This dominance by gay men was seen as yet one more example of patriarchy and sexism. 

In the 1970′s, sexism and homophobia existed in more virulent forms and those biases against lesbians also made it hard for them to find their voices within women’s liberation movements. Betty Friedan, the founder of the National Organization for Women (NOW), commented that lesbians were a “lavender menace” that threatened the political efficacy of the organization and of feminism and many women felt including lesbians was a detriment.

In the 80s and 90s, a huge portion of gay men were suffering from AIDS while the lesbian community was largely unaffected. Lesbians helped gay men with medical care and were a massive part of the activism surrounding the gay community and AIDS. This willingness to support gay men in their time of need sparked a closer, more supportive relationship between both groups, and the gay community became more receptive to feminist ideals and goals. 

Approaching the 1990′s it was clear that GLB referred to sexual identity and wasn’t inclusive of gender identity and T should be added, especially since trans activist have long been at the forefront of the community’s fight for rights and acceptance, from Stonewall onward. Some argued that T should not be added, but many gay, lesbian and bisexual people pointed out that they also transgress established gender norms and therefore the GLB acronym should include gender identities and they pushed to include T in the acronym. 

GLBT became LGBT as a way to honor the tremendous work the lesbian community did during the AIDS crisis. 

Towards the end of the 1990s and into the 2000s, movements took place to add additional letters to the acronym to recognize Intersex, Asexual, Aromantic, Agender, and others. As the acronym grew to LGBTIQ, LGBTQIA, LGBTQIAA, many complained this was becoming unwieldy and started using a ‘+’ to show LGBT aren’t the only identities in the community and this became more common, whether as LGBT+ or LGBTQ+. 

In the 2010′s, the process of reclaiming the word “queer” that began in the 1980′s was largely accomplished. In the 2020′s the LGBTQ+ acronym is used less often as Queer is becoming the more common term to represent the community. 

[lad-boyo]

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[torchickentacos]

I'm obsessed with pokemon doing just. weird animal things. A chatot trying to fight itself in the mirror. Flygon being a large weird lizard. Absol getting its scythe/horn stuck in things and needing to be rescued. Holding a torchic and moving it, seeing its head do the chicken thing. Furret being an absolute menace to society and stealing your socks to nest. Mr. Mime putting barriers around its food as a form of food guarding. Ninetales sleeping with its head tucked under its tails. Zigzagoon snuffling through the trash.

[frogchiro]

Titty man nikto def walks up beside you, stops you, grabs both boobs then walks away!! That mf says NOTHING he just grabs and goes

Nikto is already a menace to society, I mean did you listen to his voice lines?? Man's unhinged, but titty man Nikto? Just get a spray bottle or threaten to spay him and thay won't stop him anyway ://

Will walk up to you from behind, wrap his arms around you, get a good grip on your boobs amd squeeze them a few times and then leave without saying a single word through the whole interaction while you're left standing like ???

Definitely will try and stick his big head under your shirt when you're laying down with a book or your laptop and root around for your nipple to find and suckle. At this point you don't even try to fight it or try to tell him 'later', Nikto doesn't give two fucks and won't listen anyway and if you try and say something you'll have this huge heavy pile of a Russian man weighting you down with his large body and grumbling something in russian :/

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Run Rabbit✨

A/N: This idea literally came out of nowhere today, so I had to hurry and write it real quick! This idea is based off the song “Run, Rabbit Run!” by Flanagan and Allen. The song would not leave my head, and then I got this image of Joel chasing reader through an abandoned mansion. This one is a tad bit dark, but I hope you enjoy! If you liked this work, please think of reblogging and leaving me comments 🩷 Thank you to @ozarkthedog for being my beta 🥰

Summary: At the beginning of every month, you meet Joel to play a little game of hide and seek at the abandoned mansion near Jackson. It’s not just any game of hide and seek though. It’s dark and it’s twisted. If he catches you, he gets to do whatever he wants with you.

Pairing: Dom! Joel x fem! reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY MDNI)

Word Count: 4.1k

Tags: Possessive Joel, hide and seek, cat and mouse, Joel chases reader until he finds her, Jackson! Joel, outbreak! Joel, smut, fingering, oral, unprotected p in v, cream pie, dirty talk

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The air is suffocating, the black walls are covered in regret and years of cigarette stench. The dim lights seem to shine down on you like a spotlight as you run as fast as you can through the lavish house. You can hear him calling you, stalking you in the dark shadows like a starving dog hunting to devour fresh meat. 

   “Can’t run from me forever, darlin’. You keep on runnin’, but I’ll eventually find you,” he chuckles as his deep voice reverberates around the echoing halls. 

   You cover your mouth, keeping your body down as you run run run past the expensive statues and monumental paintings of the abandoned mansion. Your throat is on fire the longer you run, your body aching like that of a dying man on his last breath of life. Your legs feel like they’ll give way at any second, but you have to keep going. You can’t give up. Not yet. Not when he’s right on your tail. 

   Tired. You’re so very tired, yet you keep running. Dragging your hollow body down the vine covered corridors of the wide hallways as you gasp for fresh air in your watered down lungs. 

   You fly around a narrow corridor and nearly trip yourself on a bed of dark green vines that bite at your ankles, threatening to take you down as Joel draws closer to you. 

   You can feel his overbearing presence, can taste the whiskey that bleeds inside his thick veins, can feel his large body already crowding yours as if he’s already caught you. He hasn’t caught you yet, but you know he will. He always catches you. 

   This was all a game. A dark, twisted game that started on a cold night in December. You remember the first time he chased you, the first time he tore through all your clothes the minute he captured you and devoured your entirety on that pitch black night. Now, every first Saturday of each month you’d meet him back at this abandoned mansion to play his little game. He called it hide and seek, you called it a deadly game of cat and mouse because you were the mouse, and cats always caught their prey. 

   It’s like you two are stuck in a never ending dance, two souls completely consumed in the other as you spin in circles until one of you collapses. You shouldn’t keep coming back, shouldn’t want to play his dark little games, but yet you come. Every single time, you come, unable to face the reality of a month without his touch, his taste, his growls. You’d let the man do as he wanted because how could you resist those charming, big brown eyes? You couldn’t, you just couldn’t. You were a moth drawn to a flame, and he was the brightest, most dangerous flame of all. Something you wanted to forever be branded by.

   Joel Miller was a fucking menace of society, but he was your menace. So you’d continue the game until one of you stopped breathing. 

   “Where are you, little lamb?” he calls as your breath scorches the vine covered walls. You continue running, twisting around dark corners, running down stone steps, and hiding behind crimson curtains. 

   The next wooden door you come upon is locked tight. No amount of shaking the golden handle or hurling your body into the door will make it budge. You turn your head from side to side. The only way out is from the way you came. The hallway that he is in. Fuck. 

   You gulp down a silent breath and make a run for it, even though you know he’ll be there waiting like a prowling wolf. 

   You take careful steps down the marble hallway and sneak around the cold corner until you see his dark silhouette shining against the reflective flooring. You gasp as your eyes go wide, but before you can run he reaches out a long arm and clasps tightly to your wrist. 

   “There ya are, little lamb. Thought you’d get away from me this time?” he smirks as he wraps his calloused fingers tightly around you and tries to pull you in. 

   “Haven’t caught me just yet,” you laugh as you somehow manage to slip out of his grip and make a run for it. 

   You run down some slippery stone steps and end up at the back of the mansion with vine covered long corridors and twisting mazes of green bushes. You run as fast as you can as the wind sweeps through your long hair, letting the brisk wind set your adrenaline on fire. 

   You manage one glance back and see just how fast he’s creeping up on you. He’s like a lion running after a gazelle, the hunter about to attack the prey with its bare claws. And he will destroy his prey. 

   You take a few more steps, but then you feel a hand claw at your shoulder. He takes you down on the hard floor as you come crashing down to the pit of your doom. Pain radiates through your body, but you brush it off as you crawl forward, trying to escape the man that will take you as his own. 

   “Where do ya think you’re goin’, pretty thing?” he asks darkly as he wraps a hand around your ankle and tugs you in his direction. You hear a squeak escape your mouth like a trapped mouse that just got caught by a giant cat. 

   “I’m running away from you,” you answer back as you kick and try to squirm out of his reach. 

   He obviously has other plans because he drags you back underneath him and turns you flat on your back as he pins your hands above your head, his hips and large thighs caging you in so you can’t break free. He won this round, like he always did. 

   “Didn’t think I’d catch you so soon, little lamb,” he chuckles deeply as the weight of his body hangs over yours entirely. 

   “You just caught me off guard,” you sigh as you see his dark chocolate eyes honing in on yours. They’re so captivating, so damn pretty that you can’t look away. He’s so gorgeous even when you should find him intimidating. 

   “Now you’re mine,” he smirks as his chocolate eyes become darker, more blown out as he hovers his plush lips over yours. “Just what am I gonna do to you tonight, hmm?” he asks as lust fills the void of his dark eyes, making you squirm with anticipation already. You know what you want. You want him. 

   “Maybe I should be a little rough with you, hmm? That what you want?” he asks with the tick of his sculpted jaw, his thick eyebrow raising as he looks at you like he just won the most valuable prize in town. 

   You shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t be feeding his sick mind as he plays his dark games, but you can’t help it. You want it just as bad as he does. You want him to be rough with you. 

   You look at him with wide eyes and smirk right back at him, challenging his dominant side to give in. “So be rough with me,” you whisper back. 

   You see his dark eyes grow large with need as he huffs out through his nostrils. “Open,” he demands as he grabs a hold of your jaw and squeezes, just enough for your lips to part open slightly. He bends his head down and inhales deeply as he spits into your mouth as you feel the warm spit cover your tongue. 

   “Swallow,” he growls as you fully oblige. You close your mouth and swallow as you taste his spit slide down your throat. All hot and moist as you taste him in the back of your throat. And somehow you think it’s so goddamn hot. 

   “Good girl,” he praises as he shifts his weight down and starts unbuttoning your faded denim jeans. 

   “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl for me, right?” he asks as he starts to drag the denim down your legs, feeling a wave of slick slide down your lace panties as your adrenaline kicks in. 

   “Mhm,” you nod as you watch him strip your legs bare, next going to tear off your sticky pink t-shirt while he hovers over the fine lace of your bra, his calloused fingers circling your back as he slowly undoes the clasps. 

   “Gonna let me taste every inch of you, little lamb? Gonna let me fuck you till you can’t take anymore?” he asks as he undoes the last clap and slowly starts to slide the bra free, leaving your full breasts exposed to the chilly night air. The only thing left is your slick covered panties, and then you'll be completely bare. 

   “Yes,” you breathe as he cups your breasts and slides his tongue along the crook of your neck, all teeth and tongue as he nips and bites at your flesh. 

   You can’t help the burn, can’t help the absolute need that courses through your body as his weight encompasses your chest. His hot breath bleeds into your lungs and it’s as if you can breathe fresh air for the first time. His woodsy, whiskey scent makes you dizzy as he slides his wet tongue along your bottom lip as he hovers his weight above you. He’s like a wolf that comes to feed on you in the night, and you’ll gladly let him devour you whole. 

   He snakes his hand down your abdomen and slides his hand underneath your ruined panties as he presses his thumb in between your folds, collecting slick as you groan at the feel of him spreading you wide. 

   “Open up, darlin’. Wanna give you a taste,” he whispers. He slides his thumb in your mouth, and you press your tongue around it, tasting the sweet saltiness of your own arousal as you let it slide down your throat. 

   He opens his mouth and sucks the rest of the slick off as he moans at the taste of you in his system. “You taste so fuckin’ sweet, darlin’. Wanna just eat you up,” he groans as he hovers his lips back over yours, inching closer and closer until you’re practically begging him to drop down on your lips. 

   “Please,” you whine as your hands fist at his green flannel shirt, desperate for him to get closer to you. 

   “Please what?” he smirks as his dark eyes weigh into yours, pools of lust overflowing the edges as his pupils now expand into complete darkness. A predator about to eat his prey up entirely. 

   You have to use all your strength to get any words out, desperate for his touch. “Take me, all of me,” you plead as your eyes search his black pits that burn you alive. 

   “Oh, sweetheart. I’m gonna take it all,” he smirks. 

   Before you have time to respond, he drops his lips on yours and fists your hair as he tugs hard and pries your lips apart as he slots in his wet tongue. He glides his tongue against yours and circles your mouth as you moan against him and drink his whiskey breath down. 

   He breaks apart from your mouth and nips playfully down your neck as he kneads your breasts together. His tongue comes down to circle each nipple, bringing them to life as they harden and pebble for him as you writhe underneath him in pleasure. 

   His experienced hands are everywhere, burning your skin alive as he skates his calloused fingers up and down your glistening body that’s now caked in sweat. He shoves your legs apart and slides the lace down your legs as he sits back and examines your entire naked body that’s on full display just for him. Glistening skin and slick coated folds splay out in front of him, and he looks like a mad man the way he’s looking at you. 

   His nostrils flare as his eyes grow wide, the big black pits scavenging your body as he drags a hand through his thick salt-and-pepper scruff as he groans out a heated response. “Goddamn, little lamb. You’re so fuckin’ wet and ready for me. I can hardly stand it,” he moans as he slides between your legs and pushes your thighs apart, his calloused fingers spreading your folds apart as he spits down in between them and starts running meticulously up and down your open folds as he starts circling your clit slowly. 

   You moan and writhe underneath his fingers, but he just presses a big hand to your stomach and holds you still as he works his fingers up and down your soaked pussy. And it feels so good that you want to crawl out of your own skin as the flames alight in your lower regions. 

   “Fuck,” you moan as he licks a thick strip from your dripping hole all the way to the top of your clit as his nose brushes against the coarse hair that sits above your clit. He inhales a large whiff of you as he groans and wraps his arms around your thighs as he holds you down against the cool ground. 

   “That’s right, little lamb. Gonna have you screamin’ my name by the time I get done with you,” he chuckles darkly as he dives back in. 

   His tongue devours you as he slides it up and down, drawing tight circles around your throbbing bundle of nerves as he sucks you deep into his mouth. He glides his middle and ring finger into your dripping hole and works them in and out as he curls up and hits your spongy walls again and again as his tongue feasts on your clit and his fingers go knuckle deep into your pussy. 

   Your eyes start to roll back as your head hits the hard floor, your body feeling like it’s floating on a cloud as hot heat starts to slide down the base of your spine. Close, you’re so close. Almost there. 

   He growls up at you as he demands your attention right now. “LOOK AT ME,” his voice echoes off the vine covered walls as his dominance sheds through the dim light of the hallway. 

   Your eyes snap up to find blown out dark pupils looking up at you as he sucks you in his mouth expertly. His nail beds dig into your thighs as one of his fists sit knuckle deep in your pussy. You’ve never seen him so wild, so much like a starving wolf that it makes more slick slide down his fingers as he pumps in and out of your drenched walls. 

   He pops your bundle of nerves out of his mouth as he gives you one more long lick as he growls up at you with pure dominance in his words. “Come for me, little lamb. Want ya to scream my name, tell me just who’s makin’ you feel good. Come on, darlin’. Show me how you break,” he smirks as he quickens the pace of his fingers and drops back on your clit as he circles circles circles until you’re seeing stars in your vision. 

   “Joel, I’m gonna… gonna,” you whine as you feel your orgasm start to break apart. 

   “Go on. Come for me. Be a good girl now and obey,” he growls as he pulls you back into his mouth while his fingers press up into the spongy walls as you feel yourself coming hard for him. 

   You clench up around his fingers and feel slick start to rain down his fingers onto your thighs as you throw your head back and scream his name as your moans echo through the long, dim lit corridor. Your body feels like white noise washing through it as your toes curl and your fingers slide through his tousled curls. 

   He groans as your fingers dig into his scalp while he licks up every inch of spilt slick in between your thighs. You feel your high start to come down as you take nice, deep breaths and focus on the buzzing in your ears. 

   Joel sits on his knees and views the mess that he made in between your legs as you splay across the floor with your legs still wide open for him. He must enjoy the view because he can’t keep his hungry eyes off you. 

   “Such a good girl, you know that? Now, gonna let me take ya all the way? Gonna let me fuck ya now, sweetheart?” he smirks as he starts unbuttoning his green flannel shirt, undoing the buttons quickly as he slides it off his thick arms and throws it in a heap next to the vine covered wall. His rock hard abs sit glistening in the night light while a happy trail of dark, coarse hair sits just above the waist of his jeans in a v shape. It makes you want to get on your hands and knees and crawl to him as you beg to have just a little taste of him.

   “Yes, please. Fuck me,” you moan as you push your breasts together as your center feels on fire for him. 

   “Oh, I’m gonna fuck ya deep, little lamb,” he smirks as he knits his eyebrows together in concentration. 

   He unbuttons his dark jeans and threads the leather belt through his belt loops while he shoves his jeans and boxers down his legs while he stands and hovers over you with his hard cock hitting the base of his hairy stomach as the tip sits weeping and swollen, just waiting to get inside you. 

   You lick your lips together and stare at the swollen tip as saliva starts to coat your mouth. You can practically taste the salt on your tongue, can almost feel the precum sliding down your throat as you beg him for just one more taste. He looks so delicious, and you want to just eat him right up.

   He smirks down at you as he sees you staring at his thick cock that screams your name. “Want a taste, little lamb?” he smirks as you nod your head mindlessly. 

   “Get over here then and do somethin’ ‘bout it,” he demands as he pulls you up by your hair and plants you on your knees in front of his large body. 

   “Go on then. Let me see how good you can choke on this cock, darlin’.” He flashes his pearly whites at you and wraps his fingers around your hair as you take your hand and start sliding it up and down as you spread the precum all over his thick length. 

   You lick the tip lightly and swirl around slowly as you tease him while your hand works up and down the base of him. “Fuck, there ya go,” he groans as you take him inside your mouth as you taste salty goodness drip down your throat. You take him deeper as you choke on him, feeling the drool coat his cock as you go back and forth on him slowly. 

   He grabs tighter to your hair and starts to fuck up into your mouth as you feel him bottom out at the base of your throat as it constricts around his thick length. You choke and gag around his length as he deep throats you over and over again. Your vision blurs as the tears lick at the corners of your eyes, but you don’t care. You love when he chokes you out, when his cock is deep in your throat as you hear his stifled moans get caught in his throat the more your mouth deep throats him. 

  “Fuckin’ Christ,” Joel growls as his thrusts become rougher and deeper, enough to where you’re gagging on your own drool as it coats your mouth as he slips deeper inside. 

   Before you think you can’t take anymore, he releases his cock from your mouth as a bead of drool connects from his tip to your lower lip as you choke for air with his fingers still firmly wrapped around your hair. 

   “Good fuckin’ girl,” he praises as he releases you and shoves you back to the ground as your back his the cold floor. “Now spread those legs, sweetheart. Gonna fuck ya nice and deep now,” he instructs as he spreads your legs and gets down on his knees.  He throws your legs over his shoulders and lines his cock up with your folds as he slowly slides the tip up and down your folds as your spit on his cock collects with the messy slick in between your legs. 

   “Jus’ relax now, darlin’. Let me help fill this pretty pussy up,” he smiles as he shoves his cock through your folds and fills you up. 

   You gasp at the stretch, he’s so fucking big that you never quite get used to the stretch. There’s a tinge of pain, but mostly you’re so full of him that all you can focus on is how good he’s making you feel. He fucks up into you deeper as he bottoms out inside you over and over again. 

   His body hovers over you as his lips nip against your neck as he slides in and out of you faster faster faster as you start to feel wildlife burn through your whole body. He folds your legs in half like a pancake as he fucks deeper inside you, making your walls squeeze his large length tight as you get close to your second orgasm. 

   You study his appearance, focusing on his knit eyebrows that are sewn together in concentration as he loses himself in you entirely. Sweat sticks to his forehead as his curls stick together in the glistening sweat. His broad back is flexing and tightening around you as your nails claw his tan skin, making him moan into the shell of your ear as he licks against the edge of your ear with thick pants leaving his mouth. 

   You kiss along the edge of his jaw, nipping at his scruff as you moan his name eagerly into the base of his ear as he speeds up his thrusts, bottoming out again and again until you can’t take it anymore. 

   “Joel, I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna come,” you pant out as he presses his forehead against yours. 

   “Come for me, pretty girl. Let me feel ya,” he commands as he thrusts up inside once twice three more times until you’re squeezing his cock with your walls and pouring yourself all over him. You moan his name and scratch your nails down his back as he moans back in satisfaction. 

   “Oh, that’s a good girl,” he praises as he continues rutting up inside you until he’s choking for air with his own tongue. 

   “Christ, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m gonna…” He doesn’t take long till he’s shooting thick ropes of come inside your walls as you feel warmth bubbling all inside you. He takes a minute to let it all out, releasing all his spend inside you as you breathe in his whiskey coated scent. 

   “Fucking hell, sweetheart. Can’t get enough of that sweet pussy,” he groans as he pulls his cock out of you and lets his spend slide down your milky thighs. 

   He collapses onto his back and pulls you into his side as you wrap a leg around his waist and inch your head up to the crook of his neck as your arm wraps around his broad chest. 

   “Some game, huh?” you pant as your exhausted body splays over the entirety of him. 

   “Some game,” he agrees as he rakes his fingers through your messy hair and kisses the top of your forehead as you relax all your weight into him. 

   “Think there’s ever gonna be a day where you won’t catch me?” you ask curiously as he smiles down and shakes his head at you. 

   “No, sweetheart. I’m always gonna catch you. Even if I have to run a couple miles to get to you. I’ll always catch you, my pretty girl.”

   You smile as he pulls you tight against his body, and you spend the rest of the night just lying on the floor in the abandoned mansion where this all started in the first place. A twisted game that ended in two lovers running back to each other again and again. 

   Maybe some games aren’t meant to be played, but this one was specifically made for you and Joel. The cat and the mouse who started off running away from each other, but it ended with both of you falling apart together. 

Tagging some mutuals who might want to read🩷 @milla-frenchy @vividispunk @littlevenicebitch69 @jasminedragoon @morallyinept @mountainsandmayhem @dugiioh @pedrostories @syd-djarin @laurrrra @joelmillersblog @joelmillerisapunk @amyispxnk @msjarvis @lotusbxtch @untamedheart81 @littlemisspascal

[angelcent]

          𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄

starring. satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro

contains. established relationships, suggestive smut, sexting, guided masturbation, sex toys, oral sex (f. receiving), squirting mentions

note. re-upload + based on an ask: what kind of foreplay do you think the jjk men are into?

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

sexting. photos or text alone, satoru enjoys indulging himself in his favorite girl throughout the day regardless of where he is or who’s around. not only is he ever tired of anything that has to do with you, he’s also a menace who enjoys doing filthy things when he’s meant to act like a proper member of society.

he’ll open dirty photos you’ve sent while in the backseat as ijichi drives, whistling low under his breath. or taking a trip to the bathroom before a meeting—headphones already plugged in to watch a video you sent him, biting back a groan as his blue eyes remain fixed on the vision you are as you desperately ride your lavender dildo. satoru isn't a selfish man; he'll reply with a picture of him pulling down on his boxer briefs as the hem of his shirt is caught between his teeth—giving you a glimpse of his toned abs and line of white hair below his navel; trailing down to a groomed patch of curls at the base of what’s covered with elastic and Calvin Klein. he’s hard and tenting the fabric, and he wants to make sure that you know that.

my naughty girl, he thinks. like he’s not the one who starts it.

then, at that very meeting he’s lazily tapping at his phone with a thumb as he tells you what he wishes he could do to you in that very room, uncaring that it’s brazen and disrespectful to do so. satoru tells you how slowly he’ll work your sweet pussy open for himself until everyone in the room can hear the filthy sounds of your wet cunt. you were moaning and whining so loud for him in your video as you fucked yourself, and while he loves the sounds of his name on your tongue, he’d have to gag you in this room. you’ve gotta be proper and all that, y’know?

but you love that, don’t you? being made out to be a girl who’s so modest and responsible yet is seduced by a powerful man like him; as if it’s satoru who brings it out of you. like it’s all his doing that your tight cunt drools and throbs for him at odd hours of the day. like you just can’t control thinking about his dick pounding into you until you’re undressing in your room and pulling out your toy in the middle of the day.

you love being corrupted by the strongest. and he loves having you as his dirty little secret slut tucked away in his pocket. he almost can't wait to make you his wife.

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

dirty talk. suguru's naturally soft and smooth voice has an effect on you at all times during the day—in the early morning when it's still roughened with sleep while you two talk amongst the soft sheets and slowly rise with the sun. or how it sounds deeper over the phone when he calls you on your lunch breaks. or at night when he greets you home and you feel the rumble of his voice soothing you as he hugs you at the doorway, tucking you under his chin with a kiss to the crown of your head.

but when he’s got you pressed against the nearest surface, large hands hot over your skin, his voice becomes low and dark with need as he tells you just how he wants you. his voice washes over you like midnight waves as your thighs are quivering and spread wide for him. one of his favorite ways to arouse you is guiding you to masturbate in front of him until you’re left flushed and desperate to come. he tells you to spread your cunt for him with your fingers, tease you about needy your pussy looks drooling for him, to show him how bad you want his cock to stretch and split you open—how badly you need him to fill you up until you’re leaking his hot come down your bruised thighs. you nod along eagerly, half listening to him, half going along with whatever he says so he can give you what you want.

suguru is all charming smiles and mild manners to the world—but he can be downright cruel when it comes to teasing you. he guides your fingers into your tight hole, telling you how he can imagine your hot walls tightening over your fingers and how he loves the way your greedy cunt sucks him in. but it’s not enough, is it? your delicate fingers can’t compare to the thick of his throbbing cock pounding into you—you can’t fuck yourself the way he does. it just isn’t the same. he coos into the shell of your ear as tears gather in your sweet eyes. suguru’s pretty voice lowers into a sinister whisper.

poor thing. look at you, crying for me to fuck you. what a slut. why don’t you beg me? sing for me, my sweet canary.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

toys, edging. you’re the light of kento's life, the morning sun that promises better days ahead. you give him hope after several years of meandering through life. that said, you’re also the one to make him question his own principles. he’s a disciplined and unshakable man who can’t be swayed by the words or opinions of others, except for you. toys are a common occurrence for you during sex—he’s patient and calm as he presses the small vibrator over your twitching clit, eating up your whimpering moans and breathy gasps like nectar. he’s not done until his hands and wrist are wet and messy with your juices and your eyes are rolled to the back of your head as you come down from your high. kento likes to make you come at least once before he even unbuckles his own belt. in the privacy of your bedroom, he enjoys watching you unravel before his eyes alone.

you're his very own angel laying in black silk.

but you’ve got an exhibitionist streak that he finds inappropriate and in need of correction. so for every time you try to seduce him in public, he punishes you in a similar fashion the next morning before work. you sit on the edge of the bed as he kneels before you, soft legs over his shoulders while he works the small toy into you. as bratty as you can be, you’re quick to pout and whine at him for being so mean. kento ignores this, eyeing how wet your cunt is before the day has truly even began. he rubs your thighs soothingly as he explains how the day will go. how he’ll control your pleasure as he sees fit and how he expects you to continue acting properly. you’ll be at work, he doesn’t want anyone else to know just how insatiable and slutty you can be. 

he sits at his desk in his downtime with the app open on his phone, straight faced as always as he alternates the speed and intensity of the vibrations throughout the day. at the end of the day, he comes home and quietly loosens his tie as he watches you writhing on the couch. there’s a few buttons undone from your blouse and you’re rubbing your thighs together while trying to focus on the tv, but you’re not touching yourself. you’ve learned your lesson.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

oral sex. a classic, and he’s fucking good at it. also, he loves eating pussy (when it’s someone he cares about). laying you back against a surface, manhandling you and guiding you to sit your pretty ass against his face where you belong, or flipped around as you work his cock with your small mouth. anyway he can have you, he’s buried in your sweet cunt. toji is a man with many vices, and you’re at the top of them all. 

he’s nasty about eating you out. alternating between his tongue and fingers, quick or painstakingly slow, chasing that unbelievable high of having you squirt all over his thick forearm and making a mess of him. it’s with him that you discover even being able to squirt, and it confused him to see you tearing up with shame as you shakily apologized to him after the first time. why? it’s the sexiest thing he’d ever seen and he coaxes confidence out of you until you realize just how natural it is and how nothing about you will ever deter him. slow and heady like haze, toji shows you just how much pleasure you can attain merely from his mouth. 

toji makes out with your pussy, grunting into the heat of you as he works his tongue up and over your puffy clit. the squelching of your juices fills the room and only makes him strain against his pants. the taste and smell of you alone can set him off—sometimes inhaling deeply before he even begins and relishing in the way it makes you squirm. but don’t get bratty with him; try and tell him to hurry up and you’ll meet the harsh slap of his palm over your sensitive pussy. he’ll give you a few more slaps for good measure too. he doesn’t fuck with brats. (he does, he just loves putting brats in their place).

[teatitty]

How quickly does Fionn get murdered if he says to Diarmuid "Wanna go walkies?"

God it's so fucking quick dude and he even puts his hands on his knees when he says it. He can barely finish the sentence before Diarmuid throws a spear right through his fucking forehead. On a different side he jokingly calls Cu "such a good boy" once and accidentally learns he has a praise kink and has never let Cu live it down since

[ramblers-lets-get-ramblin]

Team Spirit- Joel Miller x f!reader

Joel Miller Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Rating: E for EXPLICIT MDNI 18+

Summary: When you go to an Eagles bar to watch the football game, the last thing you expect is to get railed in the bathroom by a Cowboys fan.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: drinking, unspecified age gap, unprotected PIV, creampie, (kinda?) public sex, tommy miller is a fucking menace to society, football references.

Immersability: reader is able-bodied and can be lifted/picked up

Author's Note: i am a sportsball girlie at heart and i wrote this for all my other sportsball babes. just some silly PWP. Enjoy!

shoutout to my love @dancingtotuyo and my wife @wannab-urs for beta reading and the amazing comments they left in my google doc!

“Do I really gotta do this?” Joel asks his brother. 

“Shouldn’t have let your mouth write a check your ass couldn’t cash.” Tommy laughs. “At least you get a new jersey out of the deal, right?” he shoves the bag into Joel’s hands and laughs. 

“Yeah. Right.” Joel deadpans. He opens the bag and pulls out the silver and navy jersey. “PRESCOTT” reads the back in white letters with a number 4 underneath. He should have known better than to take a bet with Tommy. He prefers to give the terms after he’s already won, doing his damndest to stick his older brother in the most uncomfortable positions possible. He also should have known better to bet on the Rangers, given the season they were having. Besides, everyone knows the Astros are cheaters. Now he’s gotta wear this Cowboys jersey to go watch the Dallas vs Philadelphia game. At an Eagles bar. While wearing a Cowboys jersey. Joel sighs and trudges up the stairs to get ready. 

By the time the Uber pulls up Joel is dreading this evening. The bitter rivalry between the Dallas Cowboys and The Philadelphia Eagles, and their fans, goes back decades, generations. Shove a bunch of people into a small space and fill them with beer, well, you’re just asking for trouble. Add a football rivalry on top of it and the odds go up even more. 

“We don’t have to stay the whole time, right?” Joel asks. 

“‘Course we do, Joel. We can’t let those Eagles fans think they ran us off, can we?” Tommy replies with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He almost seems like he’s hoping for some trouble. “Besides, Sarah is at Mom’s all night. Maybe we can find some girls to go home with.” he laughs. 

“In an Eagles bar?” Joel scoffs. “Not likely, little brother.” he claps Tommy on the shoulder and laughs. 

~~~~~

You step out of the Uber calling a “Thank you!” over your shoulder to the driver. You walk past the entrance to The Bee’s Knees, and climb the stairs to its sister bar, The Cat’s Pajamas. The tiki decor of the rooftop bar that once caught you off guard now welcomes you like an old friend. A set of jet skis sit in one corner, next the bathrooms. On the opposite side of the bathrooms is a large screen that the games are projected on . The bar is an enclosed square in the middle, complete with a fake grass roof. Two sides are furnished with stools, one is open for customers to line up. The fourth side, the one directly in front of the projection screen, the stools have been replaced with five large, wooden swings. They hang from the roof with rope handles. As you well know, after a few drinks those things can be dangerous. 

As you survey the room, looking for your friends, a man sitting at one of the picnic tables along the back wall catches your eye. He’s older than you, by about fifteen years you guess. He’s wearing jeans and a denim jacket, zipped all the way up. His patchy beard is graying and his brown hair is just starting to curl around his ears and the nape of his neck. His eyes flick from one of the many tv screens to yours and back again. Then, he looks towards you again, holding your gaze this time. One side of his mouth turns up in a smile, albeit a shy one. The hint of a dimple appears on his cheek. You return the smile but your view of him becomes obstructed by another man. He’s younger and his jet black hair is long and curly. He sets a tallboy of Lone Star down in front of the first man. You aren’t sure if they exchange words but the younger man turns to look at you over his shoulder and gives you a grin, displaying his perfect pearly whites. 

You feel a little nervous so you continue in your quest to find your friends. By the time you’ve made the rounds, saying hello to all the regulars, your friends still haven’t arrived. You sit on a barstool near the end of the bar. The opposite end from where the handsome man and his companion are. You glance towards his table once more and find that his gaze had returned to the tv. Kickoff is in five so you give your drink order to the bartender and pull out your phone. You have several unread texts, all from your friends. “Shit.” you say under your breath. None of them are going to make it. Oh well, you think. You’re already here and there isn’t a place in downtown Austin where you feel safer. You aren’t super close with anyone here, but you know quite a few of them well enough to feel comfortable staying here alone. 

The bartender slides you your own Lone Star just as the game starts. The Cowboys are receiving first and the Eagles defense holds them off. After three downs and only twenty yards gained, they punt the ball to the Eagles. By the end of the first quarter, you’re on your second beer and the score remains tied at zero. You drain the can and raise it in the bartender’s direction. “Another, please!” you call down to him. 

“Put it on my tab.” you hear from beside you. You turn and see the handsome man from earlier. He’s holding up two fingers to the bartender. “Plus another round for me and my brother.” he turns and smiles at you. A real one this time. His eyes are a deep brown and the skin crinkles at the corners. His lips are full and topped with a plush mustache. 

“Thank you.” you offer him a smile of your own in return. 

“I’m Joel.” he says, handing you your beer. 

You take the can from him and he smiles again when you tell him your name. 

“Nice to meet you. Mind if I sit here?” he asks, pointing at the stool in front of him. 

“Not at all.” you say with a shake of your head. 

“Let me go drop this beer off to my brother. Be right back.” 

He struts over to the picnic table, he appears to hold his head just a little higher now. When he sets the beer down in front of the other man, and cocks his head in your direction. Two two men exchange a few words and when Joel’s brother looks in your direction, you drop your eyes down to your phone. They’re too far away for you to hear what they are talking about anyways. After a moment, Joel returns, leaving one stool empty between you as he sits on the next one. 

You place your phone on the bar and when you look back over to him, your eyes feel like they might bug out of your skull. Is he fucking serious? You wonder and your mouth gapes open. He took off his jacket and left it at his table. He’s sitting there in a Cowboys jersey. 

“You’re brave for wearing that thing here, ya know?” you say, tilting your beer can in the direction of his jersey. He laughs and raises his own can to his mouth. He swallows with a few loud gulps and you can’t help but be mesmerized at the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down with each swallow. You find yourself wondering what the deep hollow of his throat might feel like under your tongue. 

“I lost a bet.” he replies, setting his beer down on the bar and nodding his head towards his brother. “You look a little disappointed.” he says with a soft chuckle. 

“I am.” you reply bluntly. “I was just starting to think you were cool.” he looks a little disappointed himself until you curl your lips into a smirk. 

“Would you still be willing to let me watch the game with you?” he asks, leaning his shoulder a little closer to you. 

“Sure! As long as you don’t get any closer. Wouldn’t want any of my friends to think I was fraternizing with the enemy.” 

He raises his eyebrows and something mischievous flashes in his eyes. “Is that what we’re doin’?” he asks. “Fraternizing?”

“Game’s back on.” you say, avoiding the question. You turn back towards the tv and turn your beer nervously. 

“Mmhmm.” Joel replies, returning his attention to the game. You see the smile return to his face from the corner of your eye and feel a little flutter, low in your belly. 

~~~~~

“FLY, EAGLES, FLY

ON THE ROAD TO VICTORY.

FIGHT, EAGLES, FIGHT

SCORE A TOUCHDOWN 1-2-3

1-2-3

HIT ‘EM LOW

HIT ‘EM HIGH

AND WATCH OUR EAGLES FLY

FLY, EAGLES, FLY 

ON THE ROAD TO VICTORY 

E-A-G-L-E-S

EAGLES!” 

Joel groans in his seat as the bar breaks out in yet another round of the Eagles’ fight song. The one you all sing after a Philly touchdown. He excuses himself to the bathroom at halftime and when he returns, He takes the stool right next to you. You don’t miss the dirty looks he, and now you, are getting from the ever rowdy crowd. You get to know each other better during halftime. Joel tells you about his daughters, Sarah and Ellie, who are away at college, and the construction business that he owns with his brother. Tommy has had no trouble  chatting up all the ladies, even in his own Cowboys jersey. You’re pretty sure the tight fit was a conscious choice, same as his jeans. You tell Joel about your own job and family, and what it’s been like growing up an Eagles fan in Texas. You were wrong about his age. He’s even older than you thought. But, damn, he looks good for his age. 

You both switch to water when the second half commences. It’s Monday night after all. Joel’s enthusiasm for the game starts to sour at the end of the third quarter, with the Eagles winning 42-7. He finds it hard to keep his attention on the screen at all, in fact. He’s much more interested in you. Your own interest grows by the second. He’s charming and handsome, sure. But what really gets you is the way he beams with pride when he talks about his daughters. 

The bar erupts in cheers when the Eagles force yet another turnover. With less than two minutes remaining in the game, Jalen Hurts takes a knee. He repeats the action twice more, running the clock down to under forty seconds. Joel lets out another groan and buries his head in his hands on the bar. Suddenly, an idea strikes you. 

“C’mon.” you say, grabbing his hand and dragging him off the stool. 

“Where are we goin’?” he asks curiously. But he follows along, gripping your hand even tighter. 

His rough palm engulfs yours and you lead him to the far corner of the bar where the employee bathroom is hidden. 

“What are you doin’?” he asks when you haul him into the bathroom and click the lock behind you. 

“Givng you a consolation prize.” you say slyly. “Unless you don't want it.” you tease. 

Joel picks you up and spins you around. He presses your back against the door and your legs circle his trim waist. Your skirt rides up and you can feel the soft swell of his stomach against your clothed core. “I’ve been thinkin’ about doin’ this all night.” he says. 

“Well go on then, Cowboy. Do it.” you urge. 

Joel’s lips crash against yours and he grabs the meat of your ass through your skirt. He moans into your mouth when you gently tug on the curls at the nape of his neck. He grips you tighter and spins you both around. The bathroom is small so he only has to take two steps before he’s setting you down on the counter, never moving his mouth from yours. When you finally separate to catch your breath, you are both panting. Neither of you have any desire to take things slow. You pull Joel’s jersey over his head and he catches it right before you drop it on the floor. 

“Let’s not be naughty, huh?” he teases and drops it onto the counter beside you. He grabs a knee in each hand and spreads them wide. He drops to his knees and runs his hands up the insides of your thighs. The work-worn, rough skin of his palms catches on the thin fabric of your fishnets. His hands disappear beneath the hem of your skirt and his thumbs stroke the creases of your thighs. The heat from his skin is so close, but not close enough. Your hips buck of their own accord, your pussy aching for some attention. Joel moves his thumb to your covered mound, searching for your clit through the layers. “This where you want me, darlin’?” he asks, pressing against the lace of your underwear, the cute ones you almost didn’t wear. 

He tsks when you nod in response. “C’mon now, baby. You had plenty to say earlier, all that trash talk. Use your words.” he instructs. You open your mouth, but the only thing that comes out is a whine. Joel snatches his hand away, resting it just above your knee. “Words.” 

“Yes, please. That’s where I want you.” you pant. Desire courses through your entire body. The flame he stoked with just a few strokes of his hand burning low in your belly. 

“Good girl.” he says softly, looking up at you from where he kneels. He pulls your skirt the rest of the way up and the countertop stings your skin cold. He hooks his fingers in the crotch of your fishnets and rips. He tears them all the way up, so they are only held together by the elastic band at your waist. He taps his fingers against your hips as he grabs the sides of your lace panties. You hold on to his shoulders and raise up off the counter, allowing him to drag your underwear down your legs. He pulls them over the toes of your clunky boots, one at a time and slips the black scrap into his back pocket. 

His knees crack as he stands and moves between your legs. One hand rests on the back of your neck, tilting your head up towards his. With the other, he drags his finger up the seam of your cunt, separating the slick folds, making room for himself. When he leans down, you think he’s going to kiss you, but he surprises you by bringing his mouth to your ear. 

“I’d give anything to be able to take my time with you.” he whispers. The heat of his breath causes a shiver to run up your spine. “To lay you down on my bed. Take you apart with my hands, my tongue.” he dips a finger inside you, but just barely. He gathers the slick forming there and drags it up. “And then split you open on my cock, again and again.” your breath catches in your throat when he begins to circle your clit. “Until you’re beggin’ me to stop.”

He pulls away from your ear and catches your bottom lip in his teeth. At the same time he slips his middle finger into you. You arch your body into his and he continues rubbing circles over your clit. 

“Fuck, Joel.” you whine. “I’m so close, baby.” he curls his finger inside of you and picks up the pace with his thumb.

“C’mon, darlin’.” he urges. “Come for me.” and when he attaches his lips to your pulse point, you do. You bury your face into his chest, sinking your teeth into the flesh to muffle the sounds of your pleasure. Joel moans loudly in your ear the moment you taste the warm copper on your tongue. 

The aftershocks have barely abated when your hands fly to his belt. Your thighs want to clench at the sound of metal against metal, but you can’t. His thick thighs block the motion. You flick the button and drag his zipper down and Joel’s mouth never leaves you. Your mouth, your jaw, your neck. You grab his jeans and boxer briefs and shove them down. He pulls you forward on the counter so that your ass is teetering on the edge. 

His cock pops out of the waistband of his boxers and rests against the soft trail of hair under his belly button. He looks over his shoulder, double checking that the door is locked and runs the tip of him through your soaked folds. He catches at your entrance and when you moan, please, he pushes inside. He feeds his cock to you slowly, allowing your walls to stretch for him, mold to the shape of him, until he’s sheathed fully. 

Joel’s breath is quick and heavy in your ear as he pumps his hips in and out of you, hand held tight to the small of your back. The nudge of his thick head against your cervix punches the breath out of you. You rake your nails across the broad expanse of his shoulders and he groans against your ear. The muffled sound of the fight song trickles in under the door and you find yourself thankful for the noise. Then, an idea strikes you. 

Joel doesn’t seem to notice when you first begin to hum in his ear. Either that, or he’s too pussy drunk to care. Your own rendition of “Fly, Eagles, Fly” is interrupted by moans and stuttered breaths, but you persevere. The rivalry doesn’t just go away because he’s inside of you. 

“The hell are you doin’?” he punctuates the question with a particularly sharp thrust. 

“C’mon, Joel. Say it just once. For me?” you clench your walls around him, squeezing him tight. His pace falters and he squeezes you tighter against him. 

“Pussy’s so good, baby.” he groans. “But it ain’t that good.” 

Suddenly, he pulls out of you. He grabs your ass and pulls you off the counter, hands on your hips to steady you. Once he’s sure your legs won’t wobble, he spins you around. He gathers both of wrists in one of his large hands and holds them in front of you, stretching them towards the mirror. There’s a near feral look in his eyes when he raises his hand, bringing it down in a swat to your ass cheek.He watches the ripple of your skin as he takes his cock in his hand and eases it back into you. 

“Oh my god.” you cry. He’s so much deeper from this angle. He nudges against something devastating inside of you. Something you never knew existed. It doesn’t take Joel but a moment to build up to a bruising pace. Your eyes never leave his face in the mirror, watching him pound into you with a hunger you didn’t expect from a man his age. Tension coils through your entire body, like a snake gearing up to strike. 

Joel’s eyes catch yours in the mirror and he gives you a devilish grin. “Gonna fuck that team spirit right outta ya.” he growls. He grips your shoulder, pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust. The smile returns when he feels your pussy fluttering around him. “That’s right, darlin’. Be a good girl. Give it to me.” 

Your orgasm crashes through you. You can feel it everywhere, the strain in your biceps where he’s stretching your arms. The tips of your toes where you stand on them to give him access. Low in your belly when you gush around him, drawing his own release from him. He comes with a shout, pulsing inside of you. He’s so big, fills you so completely, that you can feel every throb and shudder of his cock as he paints your walls. 

He releases your wrists and you fall against the counter. Joel slumps over your back and the two of you fight to catch your breath. The noise from the bar begins to quiet down as people disperse for the evening. Joel stands and pulls his pants up and you hide your ruined tights as best you can with your skirt. 

Joel chucks you under the chin and presses a light kiss to your lips. “Guess we better get out there huh?” 

You sigh and smooth your clothes once more, nodding in agreement. Joel unlocks the door and pops his head out, making sure the coast is clear. “I’ll go first. See you out there?” he nods towards the bar with his head.

“Yeah,” you nod. “See you out there.” the door closes behind him and you turn to the mirror to give yourself the once over. Satisfied that you don’t look freshly fucked, you step into the hallway. You feel a twinge of disappointment when you don’t see Joel, but continue down the hallway, back to the bar.

You see him walking towards the table he started the night at, interrupting Tommy’s conversation. Tommy looks up at his brother and breaks out into a grin. His eyes flick over Joel’s shoulder to you, and he gives you a wink. Joel turns and smiles, waving you over. He introduces you to Tommy, who shakes your hand before returning to his own chance for a consolation prize. 

“So,” you begin. “Maybe I’ll see you here next week?” you ask hopefully. 

Joel huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. “No, darlin’. I don’t think you will.” When you look down at the ground, dejected, Joel once again raises your chin with his fingers. “But you can come over and watch the game at my place if you want.” he offers hopefully. 

“I’d like that.” you tell him. Offering him your phone to input his number. 

Tommy throws an arm around Joel’s shoulder. His other is slung across the waist of the woman he was talking to. “C’mon big brother. Ride’s waitin’.” he says. Joel hands you back your phone and bends to kiss your cheek. When he does, Tommy lets out a loud “Whoo!” and before you know it, your forgotten panties are clutched in his fist. “What do we have here?” he teases and pushes the balled up fabric into Joel’s hand. 

Joel glares at his brother before tucking the panties into the pocket of his jacket. “Text me when you make it home?” he asks quietly. You nod and they leave. As you watch him walk away, you realize what you just agreed to. The game meant something different to you than it did him. Now you gotta go watch a fucking Cowboys game. 

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[exhaslo]

Okay hear me out… but like enemies-to-lovers Miguel that leads to hate/angry sex??!? 😳🫣 like with Brat!Reader omggg? They could prolly be competing in something and also fight for dominance in bed ><

Lol, I can totally see this! Especially if it's a Black Cat Reader variant.

Warning: Smut, Minors DNI, angry sex, cussing

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Once again, you were being a menace to society. As the official 2099 Black Cat, you took it upon yourself to do as much stealing as you can. You had a goal in mind and a person to annoy. A particular Spider to drive crazy.

You had been at it for months. At first it was harmless flirting, but when the big, fancy Spiderman refused to cave, you became a brat. You just existed to annoy him every given chance you got. He refused to see you as a woman, so you refused to see him as a man.

It got to the point where the two of you saw each other as mortal enemies. Always getting in each other's way and annoying the shit out of one another. Despite all of that, you still loved to bother the living shit out of Spiderman. You wanted to see him crack under pressure because of you.

"Awe, looks like the Spider came to play." You teased.

Your eyes glanced at his large back, furrowing your brows as he ignored you. You grunted lowly and approached him, whipping your hair in his face.

"What a beautiful night to commit a crime~"

"Can you just...not?" Oh, he sounded pissed off.

"What's wrong, Spidey? Cat's got your tongue?" You chuckled lowly.

"I'm not in the mood. Just behave and go home."

"Gee, who would do such a thing?"

"Why can't you just listen for once?" Spiderman said with a low groan. You raised a brow, inching closer to him, "Stop testing me."

"Fiiiine. I'll leave you alone, but I will go steal some jewels."

You said with a wide grin before dashing off. You swore you heard Spiderman cuss. Now that brought a smile to your face. You were making him crack. Although, you were slightly curious as to why he was so angry. You weren't the cause of it, but hopefully you could make it worse.

Landing right on your next target location, you let out a cheer. This was going to be a big score for you. All of these precious jewels were going to sell so nicely for you to get the things you actually wanted. Just the thought of the money in your hands sent shivers down your spine!

Clawing your way inside, you hummed happily as you easily stole your new jewels. Not a single alarm went off as usual. Stepping out of the building, you gasped as you felt yourself being pulled violently.

"Wha-"

"I thought I told you to go home." Spiderman hissed lowly. You could hear the venom in his tone,

"I just was! You didn't catch me in time so these are mine to keep!" You spat back.

Spiderman just gave you a glare as he snatched the jewels out of your hands and threw them inside the building. You gasped as the alarm went off. Hissing, you went to scratch Spiderman, but he caught your wrists.

"Stop being such a brat."

"Make me."

You never thought things would turn out this way. Right as you snapped towards Spiderman, he up and kissed you. You gripped his hands, kissing him back, still trying to free yourself. You felt your body being pressed against a wall as Spiderman held you in place.

"That made you shut up." He hissed lowly. You caught your breathe,

"Who wouldn't it?" You huffed and squirmed slightly, "Are you going to let me go?"

"Are you going to go home?"

"I will if you take me there."

There was that frustrating flirting again. Honestly, you thought you'd never do it again. Spiderman took you up on that offer and the two of you bickered and argued the whole way there. Once you were home, you went to cuss out Spiderman once more for throwing your jewels away, but he stopped you mid sentence with another forceful kiss.

You grumbled and dragged him inside your apartment, wanting to teach him a lesson. His hands were all over your and you were all over him. Clothes were thrown on the floor and your bodies were pressed up against each other. His mask was still on and so was yours, but your lips kept meeting each other.

"Going...to give...you a reason...to stop...being so...annoying." Spiderman said in between kisses.

"As if."

With a grunt, you watched as Spiderman took your panties off. His hand started to rub your clit and poke your cunt. You shivered, but refused to give in. Your hands trailed down his chest, reaching for his cock as he started to finger you.

"Still not...mhm...going to tell me your name, Spidey?"

"Maybe if you behave."

You flung your head back as he started to pump his fingers into you at a fast pace. You moaned loudly, surprised by how good he was. His fingers were so thick too, you could only imagine the size of his dick. Just the thought made you squeeze against his fingers.

"Now that's what I want to hear." Spiderman huffed.

You arched your back, moaning as you cam against his hand. Panting softly, you grumbled towards his satisfied look. Not wanting to be defeated, you pulled him onto the bed and crawled onto his lap. A smirk against your lips as you stroked his dick,

"Two can play at this game."

"Kitty wants to play?" Spiderman grumbled lowly as he tried to take control.

You huffed, trying to argue with him. He easily flipped you over, pressing your face against your bed sheets. He thrusted his dick inside you, causing you to moan loudly and squirm under him. He held your hips tightly, slapping himself into you.

"I told you to behave. Why do you always have to be so fucking annoying, huh? I'm always having to clean up your messes!"

"N-No one asked you...mhm~ too!" You whined, feeling his dick hit that sweet spot.

"I wonder if you'll fucking behave now?" He grunted lowly as your pussy squeezed his dick more, "Call me Miguel. I want to hear you cry my name out when you cum."

"M-Mig-" You gripped the bed sheets, not wanting to play his game.

You gasped as he slapped your ass and raised your hips slightly higher. His dick now pounding that sweet spot each time. Your body trembled as you came hard. His name rolling off your lips as he kept thrusting into you.

"For once you listen. Good girl," Miguel spat.

You whined as he pulled out and cummed against your folds. You weren't happy with this. Trying to use whatever strength you had left, you pushed Miguel onto the bed and sat on his dick. Another moan escaped your lips as you bounced against him, smirking slightly,

"A-As if...I'll let you...mhm~ w-win...t-this." You whimpered, feeling so full. Miguel held your hips as he helped you,

"What's wrong, (Y/N)? Can't handle my dick? I thought cats were flexible?"

You shivered as he said your name. The bastard knew this whole time?! You tried to complain, but your words were coming out as gibberish. Your mind was fogging up. All you could think about was him fucking you. He was so rough. His thrusts were so fast. If this was what angry sex felt like, you sure as shit wanted more of it.

"Is this all it takes to shut you up? I'll have to do this more often," Miguel groaned as you slowed down.

"S'much~ M-Mig..." You whimpered.

Miguel hummed as you cam against his dick once more. Right when he was going to chase his high, he huffed as you wrapped your legs around him. Your stubborn ass. Unable to stop, Miguel moaned lowly as he unloaded inside of you.

"There, happy?"

"Of course not!"

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"Yes! Yes!" You cried out as Miguel held your hips, fucking you against an alleyway.

You had gotten caught trying to steal yet again. Dear ol' Spiderman had to come around and teach you a lesson, again. You swore you weren't losing your touch. It was just...You liked these harsh lessons he always gave you.

Miguel always had to bully your cunt, making sure your pussy remembered the shape of his dick. He always made sure his marks were all over you. Miguel was possessive and so were you. The scratch marks on his back were proof of that.

"My kitty's getting sloppy. You didn't even argue this time when I caught you." Miguel whispered in your ear. You tighten around him,

"C-Can't argue when you don't listen."

"Oh, I don't listen?" Miguel fasten his pace, giving your rough and deep thrusts, "I thought I told you to wear those panties I like so much? Where are they?"

"In the wash! Ah~ You ruined the last ones, c-covering them in...in so much...mhm~"

"Tsk, tsk. Arguing again. I suppose I need to ruin this pair too." Miguel said with a soft sigh.

Your vison blurred as you cam against his dick. You tried to hold onto the wall, but you felt your limbs grow weak. Miguel was still pounding your abused cunt, filling it over and over again. You had forgotten when this small hatred turned into ongoing lust.

The only thing you did know was that both you and Miguel kept wanting each other. No matter how much you annoyed the shit out of him, Miguel was always there to shut you up. Sometimes you got lucky and were the one to shut him up.

Either way, you were going to steal again tomorrow. You had a lesson to learn after all.

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Hope you enjoyed!!

[radioisntdead]

Omg i need more platonic Alastor and child overlord reader! Like i need child reader to be a menace to society! I need Valentino quivering in his boots as he glances at child reader! Like im talking reader was reason Val has a messed up entente. Alastor trying to manipulate the kid only for child reader to laugh it off and sip their juicebox. Child reader should definitely be an arsonist, having a thing for fire.

Good evening my dear! This is a little shorter then intended but I hope you enjoy!

Alastor & Child reader, platonic obviously.

Warnings!

FERAL CHILD READER, making this a prequel or au? [?] of the other one, reader became an overlord by accident, child reader is still a doll, I am still TERRIFIED OF PORCELAIN DOLLS

Alastor began to regret picking you up from the streets as your teeny tiny little hands patted his fluffy ears, it was fine the first few days as he tried to find your parents, after all you were a child.

He was unable to be rid of you, he tried to drop you off at a hell orphanage, you appeared again, put you back in the alley he found you, you appeared again, you were inescapable.

Alastor didn't even know you became an overlord until an invite to a overlord meeting was given to you sent by Carmilla Carmine, how did she know you became an overlord?

The overlord meeting was confusing, you didn't want to be there, they were confused on how you got there, you were sat sipping on a juice box that Auntie Rosie had brought you Infront of you a coloring book with crayons.

They were discussing something you didn't care about, overlord duties, territory issues blah blah blah, what did catch your attention though was the purple guy squinting at Rosie, he made a comment about making her a star causing Rosie to frown, the static that Alastor produced made your ears hurt and that pinwheeled into Carmilla asking the purple guy what possessed him to make that comment and kicked him out of the meeting and that was that.

For now.

Alastor held your hand as he walked you up to the Vees tower, he leaned over you

"Small one, do you remember that awfully tacky dressed thing from our little meeting today?"

You nodded,

"The one that made Auntie Rosie frown?"

"That's the one! Be a dear and do what you do best and-" he gently grabbed your arms and rolled up your sleeves, looking them over to make sure they wouldn't come loose and fall

"T̸̛͍͇͕̖͓̗̰̱̗̙̤̝̥̘̪͉̋̔̏̋̈͛̊͂͌̆̀͛̐͘͝e̴̢̛̘͔̩͍̣̪͈̞̘̖̦̤͙̫̾̽̌̌̐͗̈̾̿͐͗̆͂̒͘͜a̴̡̢̢͉̗̥̩̦͚̻̼͙͓̬͔̣͆̔̑̓̓̀͊̾̈́̃̀̉̓̇͘͝r̴̖͈̹͕͖͖̲̪͓̜̠̺̖̝̦̍͌̿́͒̈́̎͗͊̌̚͝͝͝͠͠ͅ ̸̡̡̢̥̣͍̖͙͍̰͕̟͍̯̲̍̎͑̎̅̎͗̈́̌̍̂͋̎́͠͠ͅh̴̛̞̰͍̪̘̞̜̗͍̞̞̝̖̩̼̠̓̋̿̅͐́̋̾͒̑̊̍̏̿͝i̵̧̢̛̳̗̗̠͒̓͋̈́̓̑͌̄̌̃͑̄͘͘̚m̶��̢͚͚̞̯͕͍̬̩̭͖̦̯͉̖̭͌̈́̿̏̏̔̂̍̽̃̉͘̚̕͝ ̶̢̧̗͔̩̖̙̼̙̳͉̦̬̱̺̰͊̓̒̃̍̍͒̽͌̋̑̓́̌̕͝a̴̯͚͉̼̺̥͖̬̪̟͍͉̼̩̫̅͌́͗́́͑̽̇͆̐͗̋̒̾̕͜p̸̛̛̙͓̯͙͈͚̜͔̱͚͈̝̲̹̟̲͗̈́̓̆̀̆̌͆̔́͗̚͝͝a̶̢̨̝̘̮͙͕̼̰͍̹̲̮̮̥̥͛͆͐̾͐͛͗̃̑̂̾̑̒͐̚̚r̷̢̛͍̯̖̪͍̱̹̺͖͉̭̥̣̹̾̇͒̉̈̿́̒͋̓̈́̓̚͘͜͝ẗ̴̢͍̺̰̱̮̗͓̟̱̯̥͙̜̝͑͌͆̑̓̂͛̊̔͌̆̉̏̂͛͜ ̵̡̧̧̢͕̜͙̜͙͈̝̪̜̮̲̐̆̈́̌͑͛̑͗̐̍̚̕̕͜͝͝͝"

the static in his voice stung your ears but you didn't care too much because you just got permission to be absolutely feral, not that you needed that permission in the first place.

You skipped cheerfully into the tower sneaking past the receptionist and into an elevator, luckily for you the purple man from earlier came rushing into the elevator.

Valentino was now stuck with you.

Valentino was confused when the regular elevator music changed to boss music and that's when he looked down to see two large child eyes staring back at him.

"What the-aCK" he didn't even get to finish his sentence as you grabbed fist fulls of his wings and climbed up him, actively growling like a feral raccoon.

The elevator dinged as it opened up, Valentino fell out small puddles of what one could assume to be blood puddled out beneath him startling several employees,

You stood tall [or at least you felt like it], wearing Valentino's heart shaped glasses, the white bits of one of Valentino's antennas in your hand before you grinned and threw it up like confetti.

"Okie-dokie! I'm done, bye-bye!" You said gleefully before kicking the rest of Valentino out of the elevator and pushed a button to go back down humming cheerfully as the door closed and someone rushed over to Valentino.

He didn't come to overlord meetings after that, at least not when you were there.

"Little one, sign this."

Alastor said as he came to you holding a contract and your favorite flavor of crayon,

"No,"

"Please?"

"Nope"

"I'll give you candy and I'll let you go to bed at 9:30 instead of 8:45"

"No!"

You shook your head and shouted before taking a sip of your juicebox, Alastor opened his smiling mouth to say something only to get interrupted by horrendous banging on the hotel doors.

"ANGEL, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE COME OUT."

It seemed the purple man had come to do something to Angel dust, your favorite babysitter, you looked up and blinked at your forcibly adopted parent as if asking for permission, you weren't asking you were giving a forewarning.

Alastor just nodded smile growing larger as you skipped over to the hotel doors and swung em' open, stopping the moth mid door attack.

Valentino was stunned for a moment as he saw no one was seemingly there, you coughed to get his attention.

Valentino looked down at you, juice box in hand and a grin large on your little face,

A chill ran through his spine, he knew you.

He blinked, the juicebox in your hand was replaced with a lighter.

He opened his mouth to let out a scream attempting to scramble away from you before you took away his other antenna,

Unfortunately for him he wasn't fast enough in his escape as you had set his wings on fire, turns out they're really flammable!

Good evening folks I'm scheduling this for Monday at 8 am so hopefully it'll actually post! Thank you for tuning in I hope you enjoyed!

[anantaru]

i just remembered that one trend on tiktok where you get onna fake phone call and pretend you're getting some juicy gossip just to see how ur s/o would react and its so funny to imagine how the gossip bfs would be so nosey.

Kaveh full on turning the corner to stand beside you after hearing you "gasp in shock" and kuni slowly peeking his head around the doorframe and getting caught LMFOAIOJDJWJS

- 💳

cw. none, crack, gn! reader, gossip bf kuni & gossip bf kaveh, modern au!

synopsis. you play a fake phone-call prank on them

a/n. help nonnie i love this idea i had to write a little something to it <3

— scaramouche

"no, i do not believe this!"

dramatically pondering into the phone, you had made it your own personal duty to prank your boyfriend once again, unbeknownst to him of course.

but as might be expected, kuni wasn't stupid, so this had to be perfect, mind-blowing and you lowered your breathing to get in step with your devilish play.

scaramouche was currently in the living room, comfortably laying on the large couch while resting his eyes for a brief moment— today was one day like any other, needless to say it was demanding, becoming fatigued was only one of the many negatives of his job.

but then, before drifting off into a tranquil nap, your voice shook him awake, his eyes split open at your perceptible tone, scaramouche knew something big must've happened for you to be this all over the place and noisy.

and he knows better not to question it— that he was awfully bad at containing his excitement for any gossip, really, as long as there was something to gush and giggle about, complain or chitter chatter to his hearts content, kuni would always be right around the corner, cocking his ears to catch onto your words.

"but why would he do this?" you yell again, this time a step louder, "wait what?! he did what with his money?"

"who?!" bingo— you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from laughing, it was way too easy to pique scaramouche's interest.

"tell me who? hey!" he peaked from behind the couch— his voice a little breathy, lower too so he wouldn't interrupt your phone call which, unsuspected to him, was fake.

"i can't believe he would do this, wow." it's over, kuni assembles the remaining power in his body to push himself off the warm confines of the couch before stomping towards you.

"what happened?" he asks again and tilts his head in a confused manner, but you do not respond.

"end the call, i want to know."

and this time you couldn't hold back the bristling power of an incoming laughter as you hiccuped and howled at his pleading face.

"it's a prank!" you giggle, lips split into a contagious smile, "i‘m sorry!" but he wasn't having it, instead scaramouche purses his lips at you, closing his arms around his chest— which fun fact, he'd always do whenever he wanted to appear more stern or poised.

"tsk." he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, "you better make it up to me now."

— kaveh

"tell me!!"

kaveh restlessly whispers from right behind your body, once again— begging you to spill the beans, if it helps he'd even go on his knees for you.

but you further slant onto the kitchen counter, unbothered by all of this while motioning a short 'psst' sound with your lips so he'd keep himself quiet and wouldn't interrupt your oh so important phone call with your friend.

that admittedly, they weren't on a call with you right now— because in truth and nothing but the blatant truth, you began to play a little prank on him— quite evil, but what's new?

it was befitting too, to catch a glimpse of your boyfriends sweet tendencies to be hungry and eager for each and any gossip you could provide to him.

kaveh was unnerved— excited for something to gossip about because your stories tend to be so much better than his own which would mostly include his roommate alhaitham being a menace to society.

"wait!" you inaudibly gasp and dramatically place your hand on your chest, right above your heart for that extra special nuance that whatever was said right now, must've been huge, "so she went home with her?!"

"with whom??" kaveh whimpers, nudging his finger into your shoulder, once twice— beating frantically against your skin like he was trying to win a contest on; 'how to annoy your significant other the best'.

"who baby, say a name, please!"

"psst, kaveh!" you scold him and he squints, though you're a natural at concealing your amusement, "but i want to know." and he stomps his feet on the ground while sloping his body forward so he could hug you from behind and crush you with his weight— maybe even listen to the voice coming from your phone himself.

"i don't hear anything!" he pushes himself into you more, ear tightly planted against your hand that was holding your phone, "wait are you messing with me?"

he cocks a brow, pulling himself off you so he could look at your face and discern this mystery himself. he knows it in the way you suddenly hid your mouth with the back of your hand, sneakily placing the phone on the kitchen counter while giggling to yourself.

"sorry."

it doesn't help that you're so sweet— or that kaveh was madly in love with you, one of the two, otherwise he would've been actually mad at you now.

"seriously, i was so excited baby!"

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[nekropsii]

Why do people call Porrim an MRA??? it's such a bad take I can't even begin to fathom the logic.

Uuuuugh. Okay, to my understanding, the logic is predicated on two concepts:

Kankri is Correct, there is no Misogyny on Beforus.

Since Beforus has a Matriarch, "complaining" about the Oppression of Women on Beforus is the exact equivalent... Men complaining about men being oppressed, despite us living in a Patriarchal society.

This is a terrible argument, because... Porrim literally explains in detail that that is not the case.

Yes, Beforus has a Matriarch... A Superficial Matriarch, where the woman in power is more of a Figurehead than anything. Law Enforcement and Politics are handled mostly by "Higher CIPs" - Ceruleans, Indigos, and Purples - which are predominantly born (hatched?) as men. ... If all of the Social Order and Politics are Enforced and Dictated by men... Then that... Is a Patriarchy.

So, we have it directly explained to us that Beforus is Superficially a Matriarchy, with a Governing Body largely composed by Highblood Men, who canonically benefit from the subjugation of women, because having women be of generally lower class than men means that... Men can cull women, potentially on the basis of being women. You know, that social system, enforced by the predominantly male-lead government that allows for what is essentially the ownership of people you deem incapable of caring for themselves as pets? The system that will take any excuse in the book? Sure, that may have been a social rule implemented by their version of HIC, Feferi fucking Peixes, but it's still being used as a weapon. Just because something was made by a woman, does not mean it cannot be used as a weapon against women in the name of misogyny. You think Alternian Culling doesn't work the same damn way?

There's a sharp cut of irony you have to feel at the fact that Porrim literally says that conversations of Misogyny on Beforus are often shot down using "The Matriarchy" as an excuse. If Misogyny wasn't a thing, why the fuck are Rufioh, Kankri, and Cronus literally, textually, purposefully Misogynists? Why the hell is Latula like that, then? I don't think this is a 1-to-1 allegory for the real world, man- Troll World Building has NEVER been a direct, clean allegory for the real world. I do not think she was ever intended to be read as an analogue to Men's Rights Activists, I think she was intended to be read as an Alien Feminist. If anything, this feels less like an MRA, and more like someone getting shut down for trying to have a conversation about how Misogyny Exists in, like, Thatcher-Era England or something. Well, there's a Female Prime Minister, isn't there? Misogyny is over, clearly.

Porrim is constantly posed as an Exposition Fairy on the same level as Aranea, just... With Politics and World Building rather than Character Analysis. Porrim is portrayed as cool, collected, and correct. Do you think Andrew Hussie - literal Andrew Hussie - would portray a fucking Men's Rights Activist with that level of grace and style? Because the answer is no! Every time a character is a Misogynist in Homestuck, they are comically terrible! Rufioh, Kankri, Cronus, fucking Caliborn! Hussie is a lot of things, and yeah, some of these things are bad, but none of these things include the label Misogynist. Hussie is well known for... Not doing that, actually, that's, like... A major appeal of the comic. The female characters in Homestuck are known for being really, really well written and really, really well handled!! If there was a Men's Rights Activist in Homestuck, we would know about it, because that character would be comedically terrible, constantly dunked on by everyone around him, totally bitchless, and posed as a relentless fucking menace who does not deserve to breathe the same air as any of the women in the story. You know, like Cronus! And Not Porrim!!

Also, can we all take a moment of silence to ponder how much of an L it is to have your entire point of discourse be based in the idea that straight up literal actual Kankri Vantas is correct? That is capital e Embarrassing.