#anyway... time to go to class ig

[cowboyemeritus]

How Ever Fair and Pure (Papa III/Reader)

You’ve got to be one of the most repressed creatures Terzo has ever seen. He has to have you. As Papa, it’s his duty to extend a hand to poor souls like you, so desperately in need of carnal relief. (18+)

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I know we're all adults here, but please don't do what the reader does in this fic. It is so dangerous and bad. This was intentionally unrealistic because it's self-indulgent smut where I project onto her like crazy. Just wanna make sure everyone is safe out there.

Terzo has you pegged the moment you walk into the club. College girl, 20s, on the quiet side. Probably going for a liberal arts degree, but in something fun and exotic, like classical studies or philosophy. Definitely an academic type. The roommates are clearly more popular, but are sweet to you despite appearances. They without a doubt dragged you out here tonight. You spend too much time studying in your room, they say. And honestly? You know they’re right, but putting yourself out there has always been a little hard. If you were any less desperate for attention, and if you hadn’t obviously taken something before coming here, you likely wouldn’t be gracing his presence tonight.

You’ve got to be one of the most repressed creatures Terzo has ever seen, and you don’t even look Catholic. He has to have you. As Papa, it’s his duty to extend a hand to poor souls like you, so desperately in need of carnal relief. So he shoots a smug look at the Cardinal, who’s been sizing you up as well, before slinking away from the small booth. Omega and Alpha are unbothered by his wandering off, more than content to spend the evening feeding on the frenzied energy in the room. The rat-like man rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his bourbon, watching as Terzo approaches the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor. Without his paints, which he had insisted on this evening, he is very quickly swallowed by the crowd.

The cinderblock wall is cold against your bare thighs. You’re shivering as soon as you feel it, teeth chattering as the stranger — you can’t remember his name — latches the stall door shut and hangs his expensive-looking jacket on a nearby hook.

When he turns his attention to you, odd mismatched eyes running up down your figure, your knees buckle. In the back of your mind, you briefly wonder if taking those shots on top of an edible was a good idea. You’re not sure how much you’ve had; alcohol goes down dangerously smooth after getting high.

He catches you, strong arms wrapping around your waist. Your face flushes when your bodies press together, his hardness making itself known against the soft flesh of your stomach. You’re not a virgin, not at all, but it’s been a while. Even if you could get any, though, college guys just don’t do it for you anymore. They’re boys, really, and you don’t think there’s anything less appealing than that, especially when they’re stumbling around the dorms on weekend nights. Some people have to study, for fuck’s sake.

“Careful now, bella” the stranger purrs. The sound of his voice is rich and melodic. It hits you like a glass of fine wine, pulling the thick blanket of fog further over your mind. He kisses you, harder now that you have more privacy, and you’re melting. You’re so far gone already you’re sure it’ll be embarrassing in the morning (or whenever you’re sober again).

His lips taste like cigarettes and a smoky kind of liquor. Oddly enough, you were expecting it; this man is old enough to be your father and it suits him perfectly. He’s so painfully out of place here, a wisened face in a crowd of drunken college students. 

Fuck, he could be a professor for all you know.

You moan into the stranger’s mouth, begging him to so something. Anything. Whatever he has to give you’ll take it. You just need it now. You need it yesterday.

The lack of oxygen hits you all once. Again, your legs nearly give out as you pull away for air. Your companion narrowly avoids being taken down with you, catching and deftly moving you to sit on the closed toilet lid. Leaning down, he cups your face to keep you steady and smothers your mouth with his. Your hands are on him instantly, grabbing at the front of his pants and climbing upwards to the clasp of his belt. You fumble with it for a while before groaning in anguish. The stranger pulls away with a chuckle, one hand remaining on your cheek while the other makes quick work of freeing himself. 

When it finally presses against your lips, his cock is startlingly warm. You open your mouth without hesitation, eyes shutting as he slides into your wet throat. The music booming outside is loud enough that you barely catch his pleased sigh. You’re able to get a breath in through your nose before he moves his hips, the fat head of his cock brushing against your soft palate. Surprisingly, though, you don’t gag. It doesn’t even cross your mind, and you swallow him down eagerly. The stranger shudders and lets out a heavy breath.

“Get it wet for me,” he says, using the hand cupping your face to move you along his length. You see no reason not to comply, reaching up with one hand to work whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth. He seems to approve of this, and gently strokes your cheekbone with his thumb. It’s rather sweet for a situation like this, and you can’t help but imagine what it would be like to kneel by him while he works at his desk, finally getting to suck him off at the end of a long day. 

Would he demand such service from you, or would he praise your for your initiative? The possibilities are equally as enticing.

Your other hand dips into your lap, delving beneath the fabric of your skirt and you moan around the stranger’s shaft. The vibrations pull a quiet groan from him, and the hand on your cheek is joined by the other grasping the back of your head. He must see you playing with yourself because he lets out a small laugh through his nose, fingers threading through your hair to hold you ever so slightly tighter.

“Patience,” he murmurs. Despite the loud house music, you hear him clearly. It’s like he’s in your mind. “I will take care of you.” He fucks into your mouth a handful of times before slowing to a stop. Your eyes open after a beat of stillness passes. When he withdraws from your mouth entirely, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock and your tongue, your gaze meets his. That mysterious white eye seems to be glowing in the dark.

He takes a step back, flicking a lock of raven hair out of his face. The loss of his body against yours is devastating and you immediately rise to your feet, knees suddenly stable again. You chase him until his back is to the door, the latch rattling loudly at the impact. The bathroom is crowded, and for a moment, you wonder just how many people bothered to look to your tiny end stall. But who really gives a shit? Already starved of him, you press your open mouth to his, tongue quickly slipping past his lips. Even through your clothes his arousal presses into you like a hot iron.

With a low growl that says enough, the stranger moves you off of him. Clumsily, you maneuver so that the two of you trade places, bracing yourself on your forearms against the door. Your skirt has already ridden up so that when you press back into him, you feel his searing hardness directly against your ass. Skilled fingers dip into your wet folds and hook around the crotch of your thong. It’s a lacy, skimpy thing, impossible to banish from your mind when wearing. Normally, you would opt for something more comfortable, but it’s the only clean pair you had left. The intrigued noise the stranger makes at the sight of it, however, tells you neglecting your laundry has worked out in your favor.

He leans in close to whisper into your ear. “I see you got dressed up.” His words, and the tickle of his breath against your skin, have your pussy clenching around nothing. You want to whine, to beg him to fuck you already, but it seems the stranger is feeling merciful tonight. The tip of his cock presses against your opening and he rubs it through your slick, teasing your clit on the down strokes.

“Relax,” he commands. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your shoulders dropping. He presses into you, just enough to work the head inside, and you’re already shaking. Clapping a hand over your mouth, you let out a high-pitched moan and push your ass back into him. Another inch sinks in.

“Please,” you beg, hoping he can still hear. Regardless, the stranger obliges, bottoming out inside your dripping cunt. He groans, and you feel the vibrations where his chest is pressed to your back. Hands coming to rest on your hips, he starts thrusting into you at a steady pace and — oh fuck — you can’t tell if it’s the high or the circumstances, but you’re way more sensitive than normal. You let out a breathy sigh as a wave of pleasure rolls through you and your partner hums in approval.

“I’m not-“ You have to smother another moan with a balled fist. The stranger leans in again. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last.” He lets out another laugh through his nose.

“Piccolina, I know.” There’s a singsongy lilt in his voice. “You were wanting this from the moment you walked in.” He punctuates himself with a perfectly angled thrust, the head of his cock pressing into your sweet spot. You keen, insides fluttering.

“I don’t do shit like this,” you protest, pressing your ass into him despite yourself. One of his hands moves from your hip to the apex of your thighs. There’s no touch, he just keeps it there while his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

“But I am not wrong,” he taunts. “We both know this. I see what you are.” For emphasis, he snaps the waistband of your flimsy little thong.

“What the fuck are you- oh.” Fingers graze over your outer lips and your hips cant wildly, craving more. If he keeps messing with you like this, you might just cry. If the other people in the bathroom aren’t privy to what’s going on, they will be soon.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers. “I can’t give it to you until you say it.” His tone is demanding, but gentle. This stranger has absolutely no authority over you, and yet every word and touch makes you want to submit. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you haven’t been fantasizing about someone like him — an actual man, not a boy — for a long time.

“Touch me.” You have no pride left to swallow. “Fuck me harder. I need it.” At long last, his fingers descend on your clit. “Oh fuck! Just like that.” The stranger’s breathing is heavy as he thrusts into you with more force.

“You’re a very good girl,” he coos. You can’t remember the last time someone called you that. Your pussy clenches and he groans softly into your ear. The taught feeling in your gut swells like the tide, building into what you know will be a devastating orgasm. It won’t be long now until it spills over, and In the back of your mind, you hope your trembling legs will be able to withstand that kind of force.

The shuffling and talking in the bathroom, the music outside, the groans and pants of the stranger, everything. It all starts to fade out and you know you’re done for. You cant your hips back harder and faster; it’s the only way you can think to tell him. Somehow, he understands, and his fingers swipe furious circles around your clit. The other hand reaches around to grope at one of your breasts, teasing the nipple through the fabric of your shirt.

You have to bite your hand when you finally cum. Otherwise, you’re sure they’d be able to hear you from the street. Waves of ecstasy, stronger than anything you’ve felt, either sober or high, slam into your body, and you thrash against the stranger like a cornered animal. That must do something for him, as he presses into you with a deep, rumbling moan. The rush of his warm seed is enough to pull one last whimper out of you before you nearly collapse, forehead coming to rest against the stall door. You and the stranger remain like this, panting as he slowly softens inside you.

Like a true gentleman, he’s helping you clean yourself up when a loud knock assaults your senses. Your head whips towards the door, panic creeping in as you’re starting to sober up. Completely unbothered, the stranger continues dabbing at your smudged makeup with a piece of toilet paper.

“One moment,” he calls. You’re honestly surprised he’s stuck around this long, thinking he would just leave the second he was done pumping cum into you. Being taken care of like this is nice, you decide. It’s refreshing after having your shit absolutely rocked.

“You have a phone call,” another accented voice responds. “It’s the old man.” The stranger rolls his eyes and gives a petulant huff.

“Tell him I am busy!”

“He says it is urgent.” The man gives a sigh of exasperation and his shoulders slump. After a final inspection of your face, he tosses the wad of tissue in the garbage can, grabs his jacket, and unlatches the stall door. You turn and find yourself looking at a man with a pencil thin mustache and the same green and white eyes as your partner.

“Ciao,” he says curtly, trying not to meet your gaze. You give him a nod.

“Hi there.”

The two men escort you out of the crowded bathroom. No one pays you any mind, which you’re incredibly thankful for, but you choose to keep your head down anyway. The odds are low, but you would die of embarrassment if someone you knew saw you like this. That would make for a very awkward conversation before class on Monday.

Back on the club floor, you quickly spot your roommates in the middle of the crowd. You go to thank the handsome stranger, to kiss him one last time before you part ways, but he’s already gone. Ghosts of his touch still linger on your body and you’re left reeling, wondering if he was even real at all. You blink once, twice, and you're still in the club, keenly aware of his release dripping out of you.

You decide to go get a drink before joining your friends again.

[teeth-draws]

Hhhhighschool au bus ride with trouble from @shepherds-of-haven ;;;; haha

[p4nishers]

can we actually take a moment and remember swan upon leda? can we actually shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down and think about our lord and savior swan upon leda because i'm tired of doing it alone every single day guys

[todayisafridaynight]

stiff shoulders

[iqmmir]

Hi im back . For some time

[celticwoman]

tomorro.........

[starbuck]

i cannot express how excited i am for a theoretical future in which i am doing LESS THINGS!!!!!!!!

[vote2]

i do acknowledge i need to watch what i say wrt gender women men cis ppl etc just augh.

[adore-gregor]

So I could really use some advice

[ban-joey]

sending laser beams to my professor with my mind. kenneth you said midterm grades would b up by this afternoon. it is officially TONIGHT and guess what? kenneth i would love to not be clenching my teeth in my sleep tonight. kenneth i will be sending you a bill in the mail. yes i know its probably a TAs responsibility but i blame you personally. i hate school

[queen-of-bel]

kinda old but i haven’t updated my art tag in a while so pt 1 of me drawing all the characters from a tabletop campaign i finished up a few months ago

[averagelonelypotato]

i have no idea why my french teacher kept on saying I look sad today in class, I was just tired 🧍🏽‍♀️

[blueskittlesart]

I think you get a new team member on the third or fourth palace, I'm pretty sure but I can't remember exactly. Hope this helps in your Yusuke-Removal Endeavors

thank god. i sincerely hope its the 3rd bc im currently in limbo between the 2nd and 3rd and i cant actually figure out if i need to like trigger an event to make the 3rd target come up or if i just keep dicking around until the game forces me to progress like last time

[moonfurthetemmie]

Unfortunate Meeting of the DS Verses

Apparently words came faster than I thought. Warnings for blood and murder

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“W-wait! You’ve got the wrong-“

Ink sighed and clicked the handcuffs closed. “Look, if I listened to every random fuckwit who said that, there would be several actual criminals still running around and I’d be out of a job. Just shut up and save it for the people who care.”

The young man’s shoulder’s slumped. Ink didn’t care. Today she was just making arrests, and she didn’t get paid to worry about it. Something did feel off, though. It had nothing to do with the man being taken into JR custody, though, that much she was sure of. She’d been doing this long enough to know when someone was watching her.

Loved ones of people JR had arrested or executed, people who just hated the organization’s methods and took extreme measures, people who just hated police. There were a lot of possibilities. Nothing she couldn’t handle, though, so she resolved herself to just keep an eye out and carry on with her day.

She’d already found the people on her list, so she could either ‘stay vigilant’ and make sure there weren’t any wanted criminals in the area, go on ‘patrol’ or whatever, or ignore all of that and go take her lunch break early and just step in if she saw something going down. Naturally, she decided that since she’d technically fulfilled her given duties for the morning, and that she deserved to take an early break.

She kept an eye out as she followed Google Maps to the nearest Dunkin’, but while the feeling of being watched never went away, she never saw anyone suspicious.

There was someone who looked vaguely like Nightmare snooping around in an alleyway, but they were alone, had blue eyes and a scar, and didn’t seem to care that she saw them, so she ignored it. Whoever they were, they weren’t the one watching her.

She was almost starting to get worried, so when she got her coffee she decided to sit in the corner of the shop, with her back to the wall. She pulled out a notepad and pen to doodle on and blend in. She kept an eye on everyone coming through, watching for anyone who may be keeping too close an eye on her.

After a few minutes, someone in a brown and black jacket with the hood up came in. They stood off to the side, seemingly just looking at the menu and deciding what to order, but Ink’s senses were giving her a red alert. They didn’t take very long to get in line, and Ink tried to see if they were watching her.

She glanced away for one moment, to ‘focus’ on her drawing, and when she looked up the person had crossed half the distance between her and the register. Ink was so startled she watched openly as the person came over and sat across from her. 

They took a long sip of coffee, showing off the tattoos on their hands. Muscles, anatomically accurate muscles. Ink couldn’t see anything under their hood, but could tell they’d kept their eyes on her the whole time. The set the cup down, and said, in a startlingly familiar voice, “So, do you have a different name, or are you ‘Ink’ too?”

Ink could see their eyes now. Grey and yellow, and still shifting. Green and red, orange and blue, and still shifting.

“…I- What the fuck, where did you even come from?”

The other Ink took her hood off. She was almost a carbon copy of Ink, with the hair and eyes. The hand tattoos were definitely different, though. She shrugged, looking completely bored of the conversation already, putting her elbow on the table and her head on her hand. “No clue. Just kinda ended up here while I was on my way back to JR after a job.” She glanced up at Ink. “You get any donuts?”

Ink squinted at her. “You were following me around.”

“Yeah. And. You got donuts or what?”

Ink rolled her eyes. “Shit, if all you want are free donuts, you should’ve come sooner and just stolen my fucking money. Get your own damn donuts.”

Her alternate sighed, swirling her coffee around in its Styrofoam cup. “Man, I thought this would be interesting,” she complained. “You’re just some Guy.”

“Okay, fuck you?” Ink clicked her pen against the table for emphasis and pointed at her alternate. “Who are you then, the fucking Duke of Earl?”

Her alternate snorted. “Oh you wish.” She took another big drink of her coffee, and taped it against the table. “Alright, actually, I think I need your help. I don’t think I’m the only one who made it here, and I think they’re around here somewhere. You mind helping me look for them? I’ll throw away your coffee cup.”

Ink eyed her warily. “Depends. Who do you think’s here.”

The other Ink shrugged, and lowered her voice. “Not certain. I think it’s one of my version of the Meme Squad- They’re still called that here, right?” When Ink nodded, she continued on. “Cool. They may be criminals, but I’d like to think of Error as my friend and as such I’d feel bad leaving them here if I could find a way home. Also like. Four heads are better than one, or…something?”

Ink tapped her pen against her drawing pad absentmindedly. She couldn’t see any reason not to trust this alternate. She didn’t seem any different, aside from some aesthetic changes.

She thought back to person she mistook for Nightmare, though, and asked thoughtfully, “Does your Nightmare have a scar and blue eyes?”

The other Ink rubbed her chin. “Scar, yes. Blue eyes…occasionally. They all tend to disguise themselves when they’re in public and they have a lot of colored contacts…Did you see someone who might be him?”

“…Maybe,” Ink said carefully. “I’m not sure. He was in an alley a little ways from here.”

“Oh. Cool. Where is it?”

Ink…realized she couldn’t give directions. She hadn’t been in this town for long enough; she’d only gotten to the Dunkin’ with Google Maps.

She grumbled and packed up her meager art supplies. “I’ll just show you. Come on. Throw my cup away, too, since you offered.”

Her alternate snorted and kindly followed through with her promise, and they headed out together. At least Ink didn’t feel like she was being followed anymore.

Her alternate had pulled her hood back up when they’d gotten up to leave, but now Ink could see her eyes darting around, watching everyone around them, like trying to decide if they were threats. Like, damn. Paranoid, much?

“What’s your multiverse like?” Ink asked, attempting to make small talk.

The other Ink’s eyes snapped over to her. Piercing through her like they could see all of her secrets. “…’S nice, I guess?” She muttered. “Seems like this one’s mostly the same so far. ‘Specially with you working for JR.”

Ink grunted in acknowledgment. She didn’t really have many more questions, so she stayed quiet. They were very near the alleyway where she’d seen that odd Nightmare nearly-look-a-like, anyways.

Her alternate went in ahead of her, and then grunted. “Well, they aren’t here now, clearly.”

Ink shrugged. “If it was your Nightmare, I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to get out before I came looking for him.”

The other Ink sighed. “Given the circumstances, that’s kind of unlikely. He and the girls would probably be looking for me if they knew I was here, unless-“ she suddenly stopped, staring down at a dark spot on the ground. “…unless they’re distracted.”

Ink crouched down besides her alternate and shined her phone light on the ground.

“Aaaaaaand now I have to be on the clock,” she grumbled. “Ugh. I knew I shouldn’t have followed you.” She stood up straight. “Hey, do me a favor and make sure no civilians get here? I’ll get you your donuts later.”

Without a word, her alternate went off to stand at the entrance of the alley.

Ink sighed and dialed up JR’s law enforcement team. “Hey. It’s Ink. Yeah, so, there appears to have been a murder, unless someone on their period bleed all over the ground here.”

She poked around the site a little, just a cursory glance over for evidence. She couldn’t find anything, though, just thick wet blood along the floor and on some of the walls. Weird.

The guy in the phone was just as puzzled as Ink, until she mentioned her alternate. That freaked them out.

“What do you mean there’s another version of you?”

“What do you think I mean?” She deadpanned. “That’s not the point; she was looking for her multiverse’s version of the Meme Squad, and unless I misremembered which dank alley I saw that weirdo in, this could be that Nightmare’s blood.”

There was a long pause. Then, “I forgot you were out all morning.”

“…Yeah?”

More silence.

“Dude, don’t just go silent, did something happen?”

“…An entire wing of the castle in now under renovation. Three people, who we’ve deemed to be alternates of the Meme Squad, killed everyone who was there, save Finch, who’s currently unconscious in a hospital bed. It…..the bloodstains and everything aren’t…going to come out easily.”

Ink blinked. “…a whole wing? Before Dream noticed?”

“We’re not entirely sure how long it took,” they said darkly. “It didn’t take long for the alarms to go off, and they mentioned picking some off one at a time, but according to Dream they were laughing about how easily it was to get in and murder so many people before anyone noticed.”

“Jesus Christ…”

“Ink, are you sure you can trust this alternate of yours?” The guy asked.

“You’re under the impression I trust any random stranger,” she said lowly. “But no. And now I trust her even less, which is impressive.”

“…We’ll get there as fast as we can,” the guy on the phone said. “Keep an eye on her, and don’t, yknow. Let civilians see the carnage yet. Even if it’s only a bloodstain.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” Ink hung up.

The next thing she remembered was a sickening crack! and her head exploding in pain.

Then she blacked out.

[todayisafridaynight]

GORGEOUS case bro I've never seen one with a continuous design like that and the embossment itself is so tasteful... always happy to see Mr. Dunkulous too <3

ALSO AYO YOU WATCHED MONDAY? How was it? Either way you're almost done with the Sabu Tsutsumi catalogue then... that's epic... I'm glad you liked Destiny too, it really is such a cute movie

Also I'm pretty sure PS4 preloads are open too BUT I'm still salty Xbox gets it a day early </3

Its one of the first designs i ran into while looking up wallet cases LMAO lucky me me thinks…. Its very pretty <3 mr dunkulous here to stay and keep me company lest i totally lose my mind <3<3

AND I DID i mentioned so durin stream yesterday ! i REALLY loved it, sabu keeps putting ttm in terrible situations and it makes me giddy seeing him panic 🥰 AND DESTINY WAS ADORABLE it was so cute….. really wholesome and what my soul needed….

OH PS4 PRELOADS OPEN ? Ill check it out when i get home later……. Why does xbox get it a day early thats rude me thinks…..

[cashmere-caveman]

one thing i love is when media whose central relationship is ambiguously gay has one Central Moment that shapes the relationship and changes its path and thus the entire canon universe forever and fandom gives that Pivotal Moment just some random romance plotpoint shorthand name. the beach divorce. the shark date. these men are about to confess their love and/or kill each other and we all decided this was going to be named after Meet-Ugly Bingo pinterest inspo board no. 246 and i love that actually :)