#but not carnally we don't touch that shit

[ex-textura]

by the way

[sinning-23]

Backseat Pillow Princess

Hey y'all! I like to call this game, "Guess what I saw and cant stop fucking thinking about?" Take this because I need them both carnally and I'm sure you do too!

Enjoy :D

Warnings: violence, blood, swearing, the reader is annoying and Logan pretends to hate it in a way that seems like he actually does, they should have fucked but uhhh they didn't, lots of tension, pt.2 coming soon hopefully?

PT.2 UP NOW

"Bae i love youuu, you my everythinggg~"

"Can she shut the fuck up"

"I'm your main bitchhhh, fuck a wedding ringggg~"

"Only if you ask her nicely,"

"Nah, I like when he's mean."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me"

The nonstop back-and-forth bickering had been going on for about 2 and a half hours now and the man the myth the legend, Wolverine was getting dangerously tired of it, unfortunately. Your shitty renditions of Sexyy Red matched with Deadpools incessant yapping was becoming too much to bear.

But little did he know, that was exactly your plan.

"Are we there yetttt" You whine from the backseat, sprawled out with your arm over your face.

It had been what felt like days (despite it only being a couple hours as previously mentioned) you'd been driving and the fact that you were in a small space filled with touch-starved testosterone(Wade and Logan) wasn't helping your case.

"If you shut up it'll go faster," Logan grumbles, Wade's chatting only worsening.

"No, it won't, you're just being mean! What's a sexy, super talented, immortal.. sorta, girl like myself supposed to do?" You whine again, an idea soon popping into your head.

If there was anything you loved more than seeing how far you could push this crotchety son of a bitch, it was stirring the pot.

Knowing the idiot riding passenger, a slip-up was inevitable and all it would take was the right pressure applied from yours truly.

"Hey Wade, wanna ask Wolvie what he's gonna do when he gets back? To his own timeline that is." You hum, resting your elbows on the middle console and your chin in your palms.

Ah yes, the fantasy your sick little brain conjured up was almost to fruition. All they needed were a few nudges and you'd all be at each other's throats with as much violent, sexual tension you could dream of.

"Yeah, what will you do if the TVA can fix your timeline?"

Bingo

You lean back, preparing for the absolute bloodbath that's bound to take place as the tension skyrockets.

Now up until this point, you'd be trying your damndest to get into Wolverine's pants, call it 'something you needed to scratch off your bucket list'. Anyway, from the "Mad Max"(as Wade put it) esque part of the void all the way here, you made your fair share of passes.

Unfortunately, all were shot down with a snark comment, the unsheathing of those gorgeous adamantium claws, or a growl...all of which only further fueled your desire. What could you say you liked a challenge?

"What did you say?"

You lean forward, making eye contact with Wade, his head shaking as if to say "No don't don't don't" but you were never good with social cues.

"He said 'IF' sweetheart." You retort, practically kicking your feet as the look in Logan's eyes grows wild, that growl barely bubbling in his throat as he and Wade converse back and forth.

"You shut the fuck up." He seethes, though directed at you his eyes stay focused on Wade.

You fight the urge to say 'make me" but you soon become quiet when Logan really starts to read your buddy in red. Oh, this fucker was definitely projecting...

"And you," He's got an accusatory, gloved finger pointing at the center of your face.

"You got some unresolved daddy issues or something? I don't know what hole or holes you're trying to fill but I can sure as shit tell you the harder you try to get under my skin the more it makes me wanna rip yours off that pretty-looking face." He growls, your heart practically beating out of your chest.

"Now I suggest each of you shut your goddamn mouths until we are where we need to be."

It's silent for a second again and you can feel the bridge about to break...anyyy second now.

"I'm gonna fight you now."

Three...

Logan chuckles, amused at the fact that Wade would even suggest he could getaway with something like that

Two..

And mid-sentence, Wade's fists make contact with Logan's nose.

One.

You scoot back, the car shaking as Wades head makes contact with hr car door and then the radio, each smack of his skull changing the station.

“Omg nooo don’t kill each other you’re both so hot and sexy and cool, nooo.” You yelp, your false concerned pleas falling on deaf ears.

And once the blood from each blow splatters against your face, you feel a bit opted to join in. Besides, he hurt your feelings, he deserved a little ass-kicking.

Question, when three seemingly frustrated and regenerative assholes get into a car fight with tensions, sexual or otherwise, that have been building for about 2 days now, what happens?

You slip past the pair of claws that just barely nick your side as you shove the driver's seat forward, effectively trapping Logan for a moment.

"You did this on purpose! You honry fuck!" Wade shouts, using his elbow to crack your skull and shoved you right back into your spot behind them before you can respond. Logan pushed the seat back again, now trapping you as his claws stabbed through the cushion, impalling you through the back of the seat.

"FUCK! This isn't how this was supposed to pan out in my head!" You yelp, gasping when the claws leave you feeling the worst kind of empty.

"I didn't even do anything he's the one that lied!" You seethe, using the heel of your boot to kick Wade's side in, the crack of bones bringing you much satisfaction.

"IT WAS AN EDUCATED WISH!" He defends, unloading about 3 bullets into your sternum before kicking Logan out the winsheild, glass falling inside and out.

You take a gulp of air, digging the bullet out before locking your arm around Wade's neck and the passenger seat headrest.

"You red-clad cunt! I was supposed to rizz him up, fuck him, and ride off into the sunset with my rugged fucking mountain of a man and you RUINED IT!" You shout, releasing Wade when six separate knives dig right back into you.

Taking the chance, you throw the back of your head at his face before pulling his claws from out your sides and kicking Wade's chest in. Looks like legs were your strong suit today!

"You said you didn't wanna fill any holes, yet here we are!" You growl in frustration, turning back around to shove your boot heel into this man's rock-hard chest.

He only grabs your ankle, pulling you forward, once again skewered by his claws. Your position is less than ideal, any other angle would for sure look l like you were on the receiving end of some damn good strokes.

And there it is, that stupid bloodied grin he gives while he watches your eyes squeeze shut and your head tilt back. A light, yet pained swear left your bloodied lips and the gasp that leaves your lungs when his claws retracted was just as erotic as you'd imagine.

"Would've been better off fucking at this point huh?" You joke, seeing Wade creep up behind the backseat door.

"Maybe." He responds a bit coy, the tension only dying down for a fraction of a second before you're at each other's throats again.

With your help, Wade is right back in the car, and the three of you are now waiting for the next move. Logan's up against the dash, Wade is heaving against the backseat by your side, the two of you manspreading with a dangerously hungry look directed at the man in yellow.

"This is pointless. We're gonna be here for hours regenerating and fucking each other up, but damn if it isn't fun." you chuckle, letting your head lull back against the completely destroyed headrest.

"So what do you suggest, 'sweetheart'," Logan growls, using your little pet name from earlier.

"Oh I think you know very well what I suggest, but I'm starting to believe you just can get it up can you peepaw?" You insult, Logan's face contorting in a sneer.

There's another silence, your gaze locked with Logan's as you both teeter on the edge of regular frustration and the urge to rip each other's clothes off. This fuckers love language was definitely acts of playful violence...if playful meant an absolute bloodbath in this stupid-ass honda odyssey.

"I feel like there's some underlying tension here that I definitely wanna be a part of.

"You shut the fuck up" You speak simultaneously, Wade doing just that.

"So what'll it be, bub. Fuck me or fight me?" You mock, seeing that smile right back on his face.

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You would like to say that the remainder of the day, into the night, all the way into the wee hours of the morning were spent furiously love-making in the bloody and battered Honda, but that would only be half the truth.

The moonlight had shone so brightly down on the three of you, each movement calculated, as you continued to punch, stab, pick and damn near fuck each other in the enclosed space.

At one point your hands were pinned to the dented dashboard, Logan slotted between your legs, Wade right behind your oddly bent body....accept Wade's gun was at the small of your back and Logan had his hand wrapped tightly around your throat as your legs squeezed as tight as possible.

And at another, you'd been hovering above Logan, hands at his chest while Wade had a fistful of your hair, his grip lethal... a-although your hands were only at his chest cause you were double-fisting two knives that you had wedged to the hilt into each to his pectorals...and Wade was also pulling your hair to get a better angle at your chest since he deemed it was "only fair" considering you were going the same to the man beneath you.

It had only gotten worse, your comments ranging from rude to just plain nasty, and the farther along you went in the night....strangely enough, the better everything felt. The slight accidental/intentional grind of your hips against Logans, or the way you just so happened to fall back into Wade's chest, your bodies pressed so close together you could feel each breath you both took.

"Oh you just don't know when to quit, do you honey?" Logan grumbles, throwing you off him, your positions quickly switch.

"Not in my vocabulary sweetheart." You shoot back, gasping when Wade grips your hair again.

"Yeah, thought you were seeing the pattern ready peanut, she's hard to break." He chuckles, a filthy smile making its way over your bloodied face.

You were practically sandwiched, Wade behind you, his chest to your back, and your legs just barely make room for Logan who was kneeling one leg on the backseat, the other slightly off the edge.

"This is a little unfair don't you think? Feels like I'm about to get tag-teamed." You joke, the moonlight illuminating the current position just enough.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You're sick." Logan scoffs, only feeding into your slight delusions.

"Yeah, I might be sick but you're a hypocrite, You want it too, don't you? I know for sure Wade does, 'cause that's definitely not his gun on my ass." You shoot back, body and brain stirring from the hours of activities.

He doesn't say anything, just tightens he grip he has on your hips.

“Cmonnn, we had our nice,” you glance over at the destroyed radio, your hopes of trying to get the time seemingly crushed.

“We’ll say 9 hours give or take, we’ve already been fighting and none of us are really satisfied.”

You can feel Wade adjust, his hands now secure at your shoulders, massaging the small of your neck with his thumbs.

“We all know what’s gonna solve that and we can put this whole debacle behind us.” You coax, your hips rolling a bit to meet his and he turn his head, jaw working as if he was seriously considering the offer.

And with a finally huff what really sounded more like a growl of last restrained, he’s on you.

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YES IM MAKING A PART TWO YES THERE WILL BE SMUT BECAUSE WTF YALL. UHHH HOPE YOU ENJOY LMK IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED I. THE NEXT PART!

[imperator-titus]

Favorite Party Banter [Karlach Edition]

[Astarion (Ascended)] [Halsin/Jaheira] [Gale] [Karlach] [Lae'zel] [Minsc] [Minthara] [Shadowheart] [Wyll]

I often miss party banter because of party comp (and sometimes just straight up can't hear??) so here's a collection of my favorite bants while going through dialogue files. I know the wiki has the banter (most? all?) but I added the file names and dev notes.

Either Karlach is the main speaker/subject or I think Karlach's reaction is good shit.

Not in any particular order.

[PB_Shadowheart_Karlach_Monastery]

Shadowheart: A remote spot for a monastery. I suppose they wanted to make sure the monks avoided temptation. {Devnote: Considering a large ruined monastery high up in a mountain pass. Early Game/Still loyal to Shar}

Karlach: Yeah but look at these mountains. The height of temptation.

Shadowheart: No, I mean more like vices. You know - pleasures of the flesh. {Devnote: A bit confused by Karlach’s musing}

Karlach: Met a loumara demon who married a mountain, though. It's a thing. {Devnote: Amused}

Shadowheart: I think the thin air might be getting to you, Karlach. {Devnote: Amused laugh}

[PB_Shadowheart_Karlach_ROM_Act2_001]

Karlach: Hey, Shaddy, got a quick question about the best way to treat an infernal burn.

Shadowheart: Shaddy? Really? {Devnote: Reacting to Karlach trying out nicknames for her, Loyal/Reject Shar}

Karlach: Hearty? Shadsy? Or maybe just The Fringe?

Shadowheart: ‘Shadowheart’ will do just fine, thanks. Love is making you fanciful.

Karlach: You might be right. {Devnote: Cheeky}

[PB_Karlach_Astarion_ROM_Act1_001]

Karlach: I never was a sucker for a smooth-talker, but I admit, Astarion, you’re pretty slick.

Astarion: And you’re rather the opposite of slick. Do you have a point?

Karlach: I was just being nice.

Astarion: Step one of starting a conversation: think before you speak.

Karlach: Never was my strong suit.

[PB_Halsin_Karlach_MoonriseSCE]

Halsin: We have lifted the shadow curse, but a new challenge awaits us.

Karlach: Baldur’s Gate - we can’t get there soon enough.

Halsin: I am… less anxious to find myself in a city. So removed from nature’s power - I do not know how I will fare.

Karlach: Stick with me. I’ll show you around and square up if anyone bothers you.

[PB_Karlach_Shadowheart_MorphicPool]

Karlach: I can tell when we’re getting close to a mind flayer area because everything starts to smell purple.

Shadowheart: That’s either profoundly poetic or childishly simple. I’m going with poetic.

Karlach: A compliment from Shadowheart! I’ll put it on the shelf with the rest of my achievements.

[PB_Karlach_Laezel_IllithidColony]

Karlach: Look at all this mucus. Wonder if our nautiloid came from down here.

Lae’zel: It’s a possibility. This is no mere mind flayer colony, but an entire ghaik bastion.

Karlach: I’m ready for the goo. {Devnote: With determination, not trying to make a joke strictly}

[PB_Karlach_Astarion_FelogyrsFireworks]

Karlach: Oh man! WHIZBANGS! {Devnote: Excited in a fireworks shop}

Astarion: Keep calm, Karlach. One bad flare and you could blow this whole place.

Karlach: (Oh man! Whizbangs!) {Devnote: Whispering now cause Astarion told her to calm down}

Astarion: Better.

[PB_Minthara_Karlach_ROM_Act3]

Minthara: You allowed that smith to meddle with your heart, Karlach, simply so you can be touched?

Minthara: Better to shut off the carnal desires than indulge them. They are distractions.

Karlach: Yes, because every function comes with a handy switch.

Karlach: Next time I'm injured, don't heal, just turn me off and on again.

[alastorslittledoe]

Stay With Me

|| Vox smut ||

You have returned after a few days at the Hazbin Hotel, gathering information for the Vee’s. Vox is incredibly pent up from the wait.

|| This is an exert from my Alastor x Reader (contrary to the smut w/ Vox lmfao) fic on wattpad! ||

|| Link if you wanna read: https://www.wattpad.com/story/364068325?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=pastelkitty69 ||

Tags: daddy kink, Vox being rough, blowjob, dom Vox, fem reader

***

"So, dollface, tell me" Vox taps his claws against his desk, leaning back to look at you "what have you learned from that shithole?"

"Vox" you roll your eyes "I haven't even been there two days, and I spent last night drunk off my ass" you decided to leave out the parts that involved the Radio Demon.

"Well that's not really a fucking help, is it?" He snaps "God, I sent you there to be fucking useful, Y/N, not get all pally with the shitheads"

You smirk "I wouldn't let Val hear you say that, it was with Angel"

"I don't give a SHIT who you were with" he takes a long stride to you, grabbing your jaw harshly and tilting your face up to him "I need information"

"Okay! Okay" You attempt to swat his hand away. It doesn't work.

"Fine" You breathe heavily "I'm roomed next to Alastor. If he does anything, I'll be the first to know, V"

He stares at you for a long moment before releasing you, your head twists to the side from the force. You rub your jaw, eyeing him.

"That's...good...we can work with that" He nods thoughtfully, a small loading circle in the corner of his screen "yeah, that's really fuckin good"

You smile. You hated that his praise meant so much to you.

"Yeah, Voxy, I got you" You wink "Don't be so stressy" you saunter over to him and gently place your hands on his shoulders, starting to massage them cautiously.

He lets out a quiet sigh and leans back into your touch.

Gotcha.

You slowly lean forward, leaving a pepper trail of kisses down his neck, mumbling between kisses "Were you worried I was leaving you for them?"

He stiffens slightly. Maybe you'd pushed it too far. But then he says, quietly "Perhaps"

That you didn't expect. Vox never showed any appreciation for you, except for in bed.

"Well" you swallow, about to tell the biggest lie you'd told during your stay in hell thus far "I'd never leave you, I promise"

A carnal growl escapes him and he whips around to face you, quickly capturing your lips on his. You always think it best...not to think about the technicalities of kissing Vox. There was no possible way to explain how his lips felt so real behind that screen. And he was incredible at it.

He leads you backward between kisses until you reach his bed.

"You're mine" he growls, shoving you down.

You bounce as you hit the soft surface, smirking up at him "Prove it"

He crawls onto the bed and pushes your legs apart, slotting himself between and staring down at you with those glowing red eyes.

He grabs the neckline of your top with both hands and rips it in half, chucking the stray fabric aside.

"Did I ever tell you...your tits are so fucking gorgeous, dollface" He murmurs, leaning down and nipping harshly at one of your buds. You gasp, back arching into him. You could already feel his pants straining against you.

"Fuck...Vox" You mumble needily

He smirks against your breast. He loved when you said his name. It was akin to a drug for him. Which is exactly why he couldn't have you moaning it too often. Vox had no idea why he liked you, and he tried his best to not like you, actually. Considering you technically belonged to Val. But by god, did he enjoy the moments where you were sprawled out bare for him.

He pulls back and stares down at you, your perked nipples and flushed face. Fuck it. He didn't need to be inside you yet. But he did need his cock inside that pretty mouth of yours.

Vox grabs your hips and yanks you backward as he zips into a nearby camera, you fall onto the floor clumsily, gasping and looking around nervously. Vox appears a moment later across the room, shirtless, strolling over and slowly unbuckling his belt, chuckling

"My apologies, doll, did that hurt?"

"No, sir" your bright eyes blink up at him, mouth almost drooling as slowly unzips his pants. He meets you, standing over you with a smirk. You knew calling him that drove him insane.

"Well?" he drawls "Get my cock out. And suck"

You feel the slick between your thighs and close them tightly as you move to your haunches, fiddling somewhat clumsily with his zipper. He would never admit it to anyone, but he found it oddly alluring that he knew you were extremely skilled in the bedroom and yet, when it came to the real thing, it was almost innocent.

You finally lowered his pants enough for his cock to spring out. You weren't ashamed to admit you had been pleasantly surprised the first time. You had expected, well...average. Surely a man with such a large ego didn't deserve a massive dick too, right? Wrong. You were so. Fucking. Wrong.

You took his cock in your hand and gave it a few cautious pumps, watching the pre-cum leak from the tip, you giggle playfully, batting your eyes at him and giving it a small kiss.

He groans "Doll..."

A warning.

He grabs your jaw and traces your bottom lip with a blue claw, then slowly, gently, presses it into your mouth. You suck it eagerly. When you open your mouth as he drags it back out, he takes the opportunity and rams his cock deep into your throat. You gag immediately, tears springing into your eyes.

"Good girl" he smirks, cooing "that's it, take daddy's cock"

Now that was new.

You adjust and begin to bob your head, going at a steady pace. Vox groans, you never go quite deep enough to satiate him. He grabs a fistful of your hair, a makeshift ponytail in his hand

"Enough of that, doll" He shoves you down onto his cock once more, ready to cum at the moan that erupts from you around his dick.  He lets himself engulf in the pleasure of your throat, wet, and all his. He waits until you grab at his thigh, clawing for air, before releasing you.

You gasp for air and fall back as he lets you go, a few stray tears slipping down your face. Oh fuck, was he turned on by that sight.

He grabs you and easily throws you back onto the bed, quickly ridding himself of his pants completely and making quick work of tearing your skirt to shreds.

You gulp as he positions himself between your thighs once more "You owe me a new outfit, Vox" you joke breathlessly.

He pauses "What" his screen glitches, eyes turning hypnotic "did you call me, doll?"

You bite your lip "Sorry, daddy"

He nods, pleased, then grabs your hips, yanking you towards him, roughly slamming his cock into you, not even giving you a moments notice. You gasp, a strangled moan escaping as you throw your head back into the sheets.

"Jesus...fuck"

After his initial entrance he continues at an agonisingly slow pace.

"Mmf" You grit your teeth, attempting to move onto your elbows "Vo-" he cuts you off with another sharp thrust. Now you were getting antsy, gritting your teeth "faster"

He raises an eyebrow, chuckling "sorry, doll, who told you YOU were in charge here? If you want me to go faster" He pauses, a painfully slow thrust "beg.”

You clamp your mouth shut.

He takes this as a challenge and presses a claw gently onto your clit, moving in slow circles. Your position on your elbows doesn't last long and you collapse once more, panting in need.

"For fucks sake" you breathe "fucking please, PLEASE, fuck me, I'm begging" 

"That's a good little slut" He grins, showing a row of sharp teeth on his screen and grabs an ankle and places it onto his shoulder. He gives you a last, devastating look before speeding up his pace.

"Oh- f...nugh...too much-" You choke out

"You" he grunts "chose this."

He was right, of course.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as he resumes the assault on your clit with his claws. The coil in your stomach builds until Vox can feel you, so tightly pressed against his dick he can barely slide in and out of you.

"That's it, dollface" he growls "cum for me"

You cry out as a wave of pleasure rakes through you, your vision temporarily going black as your body convulses against him. Vox groans, an animalistic sound ripping through him as his own orgasm barrels through him, screen glitching in his euphoria. His hips stutter against you as he fills you.

Your leg falls from his shoulder and he collapses onto you, panting hotly.

"Good job, doll" he murmurs against your skin, planting a kiss on one of your breasts before slowly regaining his composure and rising from the bed. You attempt to catch your breath, slowly sitting up.

This was the part you hated, the insecurity that washed over you in sickening waves after being with Vox. Most of the time, he rejected your advances, but then there were times like this that you could count on one hand. The times where he accepted and ruined you so fucking well.

He clears his throat, grabbing his pants from the floor and quickly slipping them on "I'll let Val know you won't be shooting today"

The one blessing whenever Vox took you, he at least had the decency to delay your next set.

You nod, attempting to smile prettily with your fucked out eyes "Thanks, Voxy"

He nods "Oh, doll?"

"Hm?"

"Don't take too long in that shitty hotel. When you're back I want you here"

You tilt your head "I'm always here?"

He glances back at you before he reaches his door "I want you here. In this room. With me"

And with that he left you alone. Uncomfortable and feeling used, as per usual. But staying here, with him? That was new. You had no doubt there was an ulterior motive.

Two days ago that would've set your heart so painfully aflutter it would be physically unbearable. And yet, you couldn't help your mind drifting to the demon you decidedly hated. The one that made your skin crawl and bones ache with your few encounters.

You shake your head.

Well, at least Vox had fucked the hangover away.

[hades-in-bloom]

Shower Thoughts

Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

summary: Leon has just returned from another soul-crushing mission—and you didn't happen to be home yet.

warnings & contents: heavy angst, our sweetpea is hurt; suicide trigger/thoughts; implied severe depression; assumed older Leon; implied military training on the reader; more hurt than comfort; mentions of death and violence, and blood; could be read as age gap but could be none; the reader could be of any gender; there's light at the end of the tunnel.

a/n: I was craving some angst but didn't plan it to go that far; oh well. Our sweet boy deserves all the happiness though—but author is a bitch. Also, I don't believe Leon would be seriously considering harming himself, but I do believe that he's an empathetic human being kidnapped in his youth to do a shitty job, so there could be a moment of weakness; otherwise, “we owe it to the people who died alongside us, so we have to continue living.” As always, proceed at your own risk. DNI minors & if mentions of suicide affect you. This is a work of fiction and shouldn't be used as guidance on how to behave in similar sensitive situations. Masterlist

***

Leon rubbed his hands under the hot tap forcefully, willing to wash off the blood; the water coming off his fingers was clean for a while, but he seemed not to notice it—after all, there was always blood on his hands, whether others could see it or not. The man only stopped when the touch started to hurt, his abused skin red from friction.

“Shit,” Leon grunted under his breath and turned off the faucet angrily, his breathing ragged. Others might say that it was adrenaline still rushing through his veins, but he knew it wasn’t it. For how long he’s done this job, he was past the prolonged adrenaline rush a while ago. Leon put his palm over his forehead, barely covering his exhausted eyes; his hands slightly shaking.

How many more people had to die before this shit would end?

He remembered them all, those he couldn’t save, and he only kept counting. Leon knew he wasn’t supposed to—saving ordinary folk was a luxury in his position—but it was hard for him to accept who he had become. The extensive bathroom mirror in front of him, he couldn’t level his gaze to take a look at himself, and when he did, his teeth clenched, and his glance shot into the corner of the reflection—there was his essential gear, a pistol and a knife, thoughtlessly dropped on the bathroom floor.

Suddenly, he felt exhausted. A carnal thought made him blush in a fever—wouldn’t it be so easy? Leon was never the type to look for easy ways out—but he was only of flesh and blood, too; isn't he only human? Despite what reports said about him always being “the survivor” and “the golden boy.” Screw the odds.

He picked up his gear from the floor, his palm sliding across the pistol barrel. Leon counted the bullets left in the magazine with another hand, pulling it back into the grip compartment right after; his facial expression was unreadable, deprived of emotion. In moments like this, the man wasn't sure if he could feel anything anymore.

Wouldn't it be so easy, after all? Maybe after that, he'll be able to wake up from this bloody nightmare.

Consumed by his thoughts, he didn't hear how the keys screeched in the lock of the apartment door, and you came in.

You noticed his jacket on the hanger, and your eyebrows shot to your forehead in surprise.

“Leon?” you called to him, dropping bags full of groceries next to the kitchen island; your body tensed in anticipation. You didn't expect him so early. After his assignments, he usually barged in the middle of the night and not in the light of day. You didn't complain, though. You missed him.

You gently knocked on the bathroom door when you heard muffled sounds from another side. “Hey,” your voice was calm and soothing. “Can I come in? Do you need help?” At this point, you got used to his bruises and stitches, caring only about him getting back home in one piece.

There was something more to his injuries this time.

“Shit,” Leon cursed under his breath again when you stepped into the bathroom, despairing of getting a word out of him. You were worried; he could see it on your face. You quickly noticed his scalded hands, the right one behind his back, hiding something. He looked like a curious teenager who got caught watching adult movies.

“Hey,” his lips stretched into an unnatural smile. “Sorry, I didn't hear you come in…”

“You should've called me,” you scolded him calmly, making a step forward. His body tensed and froze as soon as you stretched your hand toward him, and you held back a frown. “…I would’ve been home in a heartbeat.”

The man’s eyes were bloodshot, his lips chapped, and his breath ragged; and then you saw it—the reflection in the mirror betraying him—his long fingers clinging to the gun. Your mouth went agape, and you dashed forward with a precision of a trained police officer.

“Give it to me,” you hissed, your heart beating in your throat. You were scared—you haven't been that afraid of in ages. Leon gasped, bamboozled, and his hand easily let go of a weapon. You didn’t ask—you slapped him across the face, letting your frustration out. “Are you mad? What were you going to do with this thing?”

You would react differently if he wasn’t hiding it; somehow this bothered you more than anything. After all, Leon should’ve known that you wouldn’t fumble at the sight of a gun, which made his attempts to cover its presence even more pointless.

His cheeks flushed, and he gulped, incapable of looking at you; he was confirming your worst fears, and after giving him a long stare, your hand covered your mouth to stop you from sobbing.

“Moron,” you grunted under your breath. His head got even lower, and you saw a tear falling onto the lightly colored tile. It took you a moment before you grabbed him into an angry, desperate embrace. His hands wrapped around your waist, then one shot into your hair, pressing at the back of your head, pulling you closer. His face was buried into your neck, and his body shook violently as he let himself cry.

You held him painfully close as long as it was necessary. “I am sorry,” you whispered next to his ear while he clung to you like a drowning man to a lifeboat; you sounded hurt and angry—and hopeful. “I am so, so sorry.”

[queerian]

in response to the call for discussion on stone identities

prompted by last week's stream with @drdemonprince and @testdevice

this post is about sex and it's very personal! feel free to ignore if very personal essays about sex from your internet friends or strangers is not your idea of a good time

What does sex look like for you, and what brings you the most pleasure or gratification from it?

It starts with a sensory warmup. My partner touches me gently and slowly in a way that wakes my body up to pleasure. I do not get aroused without either being touched this way or thinking about some extremely specific niche freak kink shit. I tend to be nonverbal during sex, unless I need to break "scene" and communicate something specific purposefully, but sometimes it's hard for me to find my words again. Even without speaking I am very expressive. My partner can tell from my reactions when an escalation would be enjoyable. They use their hands and toys. They are very good with their hands, and we have a LOT of toys and other paraphernalia. I had never had an orgasm, at all, in my life, til we did things this way. It is an intense physical pleasure extended to far longer than I can manage by myself during solo activities, sometimes for hours. It allows me to stop my over-analytical thinking brain for a while and sink into sensation and feeling and being in my body, which most of the time I feel disconnected from (thanks alexithymia!) or troubled by. I do think of it as a somewhat meditative state. This kind of sex is also extremely collaborative and intimate. There is a huge amount of trust and being "in tune" with each other.

Is your stone identity related to sensory issues, neurodivergence, or trauma?

All three! I was never coerced into sex by individual partners, but "sex positive" culture (if you were with me you'd see the face I make while doing the scare quotes) has been coercive enough to traumatize me into believing that I am a bad person if I don't "give as good as I get" and that I'm a terrible person if I don't want to reciprocate stimulation in sex. I've been working on this one for years. It still has its claws in me.

Sensory issues make certain sex activities unpleasant or not enjoyable for me, and I appreciate now being able to choose to not do them. For example open mouth kissing. I like kissing skin in some body places, I like having some of my body parts kissed, but I do not like sharing saliva or breath. I've always been very picky about what goes in my mouth for sensory reasons, and that's not just a sex thing. On the other hand, other kinds of sensory stimulation in sex can be extremely pleasurable for me. I also tend to keep my eyes closed the entire time (I avoid eye contact at the best of times but in sex it's uhhhhhh even more Too Intense) and this lets me sink into other sensory experiences more intensely.

The neurodivergence bit I think is pretty clear from everything else I've said in this piece of writing.

How did you figure out you were stone?

I once turned to aceness as a way of trying to validate myself at the same time as problematizing my own lack of "appropriate" desire. "It is it wrong of me to not want to touch someone's genitals, whatever they may be, to not want to get them off, to not even let them get themselves off using my body, and it's wrong of me to not desire them carnally, to not be obsessed with and fulfilled by them romantically. Thus, I must be ace and aro, because that means it's okay to not want all that sometimes or all the time."

I've come to call myself a "stone bottom" in a deliberate effort of self-acceptance and self-validation. I was long aware of the idea of a stone top, a touch-me-not, someone who derives pleasure and gratification from getting her/their partners off but does not want to be fucked or gotten off. I don't recall seeing anyone else identify as a stone bottom, but as a mirror image of a stone top it makes perfect sense to me: someone who derives pleasure and gratification from being gotten off, from being touched or fucked, but does not want to get their partners off. I think I've only ever seen that called "selfish" unless it was in a power exchange scenario and part of dominance and submission.

Are you a gay man who identifies as stone, or a stone bottom, or some other identity that's less often talked about?

I'm non-binary/agender and generally perceived by society as a woman. I have a vagina. I've only ever had sex with people who have penises. I feel like it's pretty unusual for me to be a person with a vagina having sex with a person who has a penis and the penis is not involved at all in the sex. With previous partners, it's not just that it was expected that at some point they would be sticking it in me, it's that I never got to opt out of someone else using me, even gently, lovingly, and with attention to my pleasure. See aforementioned cultural trauma, lol. Reciprocation simply was not something I could abstain from without being a Grade A Asshole. Back then, I didn't even "actively want to not reciprocate". I wanted to be "good, giving, and game", like Dan Savage wrote you should be in his column that I read in my hunger to know more about sex and be having it a "correct, right" way. I wasn't yearning to be a stone bottom. I didn't know that was even an option. I didn't know it was possible to be a pillow princess and to have a partner that enjoyed this kind of sex, for it not to be a chore or imposition on them, and for this kind of sex to be a mutual sharing of intimacy.

Plenty of people buck the stereotypical straight cis sex scenario of "man (penis haver) does a little "foreplay" for the woman (vagina haver) to get her ready for the main event (penis in vagina), which they do til he ejaculates, and if she's lucky he'll eat her out or rub her clit and she might also get an orgasm." There's a thriving counter-culture where "reciprocal sexual gratification" is emphasized, all sorts of books and guides and tips and porn showing how important it is that "she comes first" or whatever, but most of it still centres around the point that "reciprocity is essential to not being an asshole". If he's an asshole for not appropriately tending to her pleasure, surely she would be, too, for ignoring his. And I really, really strongly internalized the belief that if I am not reciprocating, I am an unforgivable asshole. There's something, too, about the lack of "balance" that has long made me feel morally incorrect. (Points again at the neurodivergence.)

Is it a struggle to get partners to respect it?

I have not dated much, and I have not fucked much, mostly because I did not want to do either of those things enough to do less interesting or more tiresome things in order to achieve sex or dating. I also rarely experience what I'll call "sufficiently motivating attraction". I currently identify as nebulously "somewhere" on the asexual and aromantic spectra, and this is inseparable from the stone bottom/pillow princess situation. All of this is also wrapped up in my one ongoing relationship with my partner. I honestly don't know how differently things would be with another partner. I suspect I have facets that come out in different contexts, in response to different people and my feelings about them. What I do know with confidence is that my partner respects me, understands me quite well, and we communicate openly and frequently about things. I trust that if they have an issue with the current situation, they'll bring it up and we can talk about it and work on things. I trust that every time we have sex, they're initiating because they want to just as I can decline if and when I want to. I particularly appreciate the fact that I don't have to be an object of desire. That they can enjoy making me feel good, and it's not about "having" me. The very fact that someone just wants to make me feel good, over and over again, is pretty mind-blowing.

[buddhamethods]

10 BL Characters I Want Carnally

AKA I'm just a person with two keen eyes and dubious morals when it comes to enjoying media so don't take it seriously, I'm here for a good time.

Thank you @sndrys for tagging me! This was an eye opening experience putting this together. As it turns out I might have a type (ew).

1) Guy from Bake Me Please (2023)

The sole reason for me creating this list! Look, I dropped Bake Me Please almost immediately because it just wasn't for me BUT I've been lowkey watching through my dash. And let me tell you, my fingers gain consciousness and hit reblog everytime this baby's face pops up because...well...LOOK AT HIM. He is beautiful and he should get the guy (hehe get it) in the end idc.

2) Yok from Not Me (2021)

Yok is such a beloved character and for good reason! He is sexy, he is gay, he sets buildings on fire and steals cops' wallets on accident because HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT GUY HE WAS STALKING WAS A COP??? I love you Yok, never change.

3) Palm from Never Let Me Go/ OurSkyy2 (2022-23)

The anger I felt for all the injustice and mistreatment our beautiful Palm had to face in this show took literal years off my life. It's rare for me to get this passionately protective over a character and yet here we are, in the Palm Protection Squad headquarters. Even Nueng is on the watchlist!

4) Tonhon from Tonhon Chonlatee (2020)

Not to out myself as an enjoyer of silly goofy times , but I did have fun watching Fish Upon The Sky and Secret Crush On You, so OFCOURSE I thought I would like this one too but GOD was it rough. Did I still finish it? Yes. Did I fawn over PoddKhao pairing and have been quietly praying for some kind of reunion ever since? Also yes. Was I foaming at the mouth barking everytime Tonhon AKA Podd was on my screen? I'm not gonna comment without lawyer present.

5) Tew from My Dear Gangster Oppa (2023)

Speaking of Tonhon Chonlatee...AH! Ai Long Nhai (TC's spiritual prequel of sorts) was sure...something. And by something I mean I saw Meen and decided I will never speak ill of men ever again, feminism quite literally left my body. And then a year later My Dear Gangster Oppa came out and guess what??! MEEN IS THE GANGSTER OPPA! Dreams really do come true, kids.

6) Wen from Moonlight Chicken (2023)

(or Tian from ATOATS or Mueang Nan fron FUTS). Mix...I will eat you. Always so dewy and healthy and sparkly-eyed. But Wen from Moonlight Chicken is something out of the realm of my imagination. The sex appeal? The maturity?? The gentleness??!! Somebody sedate me before I say something I will not be able to justify in court.

7) Vee from Love Mechanics (2022)

He is a pretty bisexual who makes the most abhorrent stupid decisions known to men and then weeps and suffers for them WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED? Once again, is the show flawless or even remotely coherent? Absolutely not. That being said Vee brought me so much joy by being stupid I'm forever grateful.

(also YinWar are so back GO WATCH JACK AND JOKER TRAILER)

8) Prapai from Love In The Air (2022)

To a certain extent I've enjoyed every MAME show I've watched. To do that you need to possess the rare ability called "I abandoned every shred of moral integrity to gawk at hot men". And Prapai? MAN is this bitch hot. Tall dark handsome? Check! Bisexual on a bike? Check! Stubborn and annoying? CHECK!

9) Xiang Hao Ting from HIStory3: Make Our Days Count (2019)

*incoherent wailing and sobbing* IM NOT EXPLAINING SHIT ABOUT HIM LEAVE ME ALONE

10) AlanJeff from Pit Babe (2023)

My newest obsession! I refuse to separate our local senior citizen and his favorite prophetic mechanic. Both of them are hot as shit in their own way. Alan is a sexy dilf with so much weight and responsibility on his shoulders it's a miracle he retained his optimism and youthful awkwardness. And Jeff is a prickly baby-cow-baby-deer eyed baby that is so touch starved it's actually a little funny. SO I GUESS ALANJEFF SANDWICH IT IS.

(don't be shy tag yourselves besties <3)

[moodymisty]

hola, it's imarvelatthestars 😎 I was looking through your request rules and kink prompts bc. well. it's me. and hoooooo boy I just wanted to share some Thoughts that I was having about Wrecker.

I usually tend to think of Tech when I have a fantasy including toys, but the thought of Wreck trying some out on you? maybe it's something you've been wanting to try but you're not sure how to ask him for it, you don't wanna make him uncomfortable, but these desires tend to build up and lurk in your mind until they come out in dreams. you dream about him using a vibrator on you, edging you, making you come too many times to count, making you squirt, and when you finally wake up, you find that Wrecker's 😳 in bed next to you, unbearably turned on hearing you moan and whine in your sleep but he's too polite to touch you without asking. maybe you tell him to wake you up with his mouth or his hands next time if it gets him going so much. and maybe the next time you have that dream and Wrecker does decide to wake you up properly, maybe then you tell him about this new fantasy of yours. how you want him to try vibrators and dildos and oral simulators on you, you want him to overestimate you until you can't even function and then you want him to fuck you as rough or slow or frantic as he wants. and then he does.

just a Thought 😏

Author's note: Hola! ¿Que tal? I just gotta respect the fact that we are on the same wavelength when it comes to Wrecker like -chef's kiss-The kink prompts isn't a comprehensive list, i'm sure theirs plenty more I could add, but I'm glad it's helping people give me tasty ideas >:3 Tasty Wrecker ideas… I kinda took this idea and ran into the wilds with it, so I hope you still enjoy X’D If not feel free to hit me with a bonk and I’ll change it

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Size difference, Sex toys (A vibrator), Unprotected sex, Squirting, Vaginal sex, Wet dreams,

Sitting down on Wrecker’s bunk you find yourself keeping busy by fiddling with the edge of your fingernail, before the toes of two boots come into view not far from your own feet.

“You look awful.”

You look up at Crosshair mouth agape, baffled by how out of complete nowhere his observation was.

“Uh, thanks?”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, the toothpick in his mouth resting against against the corner of his lips. The stubble on his face is more visible than usual; Making an audible noise as he rubs his jaw.

“Not like that. You look like you’ve been getting shit sleep.”

Oh, well that makes more sense. So he wasn’t being a completely incorrigible ass.

He’s not wrong; You’re always beside yourself when Wrecker is gone, and sometimes it’s more than a bit hard to get rest knowing that he’s in the line of fire. Especially when he can’t comm, and you have absolutely no clue what is happening out there in the unknown. It’s a situation that just breeds anxiety, and extension poor sleep. Even if he’s been back for a few days now, those weeks of strain still linger.

“Yeah, that’s a way to put it.”

There, was also another reason; But not one you’re going to mention to one of his brothers.

“Oh what, you still miss the big lug? He’s right over there, you know.”

He jerks his head in the direction of the cockpit, where Wrecker is indeed standing. Hunter had wanted to talk to him for a moment, leaving you alone in the back of the Marauder to stew in your own thoughts for awhile.

Crosshair was not too off the mark, but he wasn’t entirely right about the source of your sleep troubles either.

You’d made a bit of an, impulse buy, recently. During this most recent deployment.

It’s not much of a secret that it can get lonely, in more than a few ways, and so you’d decided to buy a nice vibrator to keep your more, carnal thoughts in check. It had worked for a time, but now with him back, you’ve been having the same problem, but a different root. You’re no longer missing him, with him back in your arms but your thoughts are still filthy, though now of him using the thing you’d bought to dull the pain of his absence.

You have absolutely no idea on how to approach the matter of your desire with him, and any time you think about doing so, your face grows so hot that the idea of speaking any words through your choked throat becomes impossible. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable, but in doing so you’ve made him worry instead. He now thinks something is absolutely up with you, but you don’t want to speak about it. He’s been keeping a closer eye on you than usual, trying to figure out what’s been bothering you.

And speaking of the man of the hour…

Wrecker returns to you and comes partly in-between you and Crosshair, looking down in your direction.

"Hey, it’s getting pretty late; You gonna head back to your place or sleep here?”

You can quite clearly tell Wrecker doesn’t want you to leave, and while you think it’s adorable, he also seems to have a small layer of what almost seems like concern.

"I’m find with staying here, as long as no one minds."

Crosshair’s eyebrows raise when you look at him. He sleeps in the bunk above Wrecker; Always a fan of sleeping up high and out of the way. You’d called him a tooka once, when he’d mentioned considering sleeping on the storage racks away from the lot of you.

And so the sniper rolls his eyes, muttering something about you keeping them up all night as he climbs up into his own neck.

“Cross…” Hunter gives warning tone, having overhead the sniper’s quip.

“Stay as long as you like, sorry about the mess.” You can’t help but snort at Hunter apologizing about the mess, as if it isn’t the Marauder’s default state.

You take off your outer layers, trying to hold back a yawn as you slip into Wrecker’s bunk to settle down. Wrecker himself quickly slides in as well once you're good, effectively trapping you in. Since he's too big for you to both sleep on your backs, you sleep partly on top of him, and he gets a weight to put in his arms. It helps him sleep, in the same way Lula had before you.

Echo is the next one to slowly wander his way back to the bunks after you two, hopping in and laying back to relax. When Tech eventually comes back he’s dragging his project with him, hauling the mass of wires onto his bunk and then his stomach. Without a shadow of a doubt he’s going to fall asleep with it on his lap, but no one bothers to try and convince him not to.

And as time slowly ticks by one by one of them each fall asleep; Tech’s humming replaced with gentle snoring, and Echo’s foot tapping slowly fades off into nothing. Wrecker is asleep underneath you as well, so other than Hunter, you're now the only one awake. Hunter might even be asleep honestly, you have no way of seeing like you can the others. He’s probably dozed off with his boots resting on the control panel, now that Tech can’t yap at him for it.

You want nothing more than to sleep, but you keep tossing and turning in your little nook of space between the wall and Wrecker. But no matter how much you try and blank out your mind and let sleep take over, it’s still racing enough so that you still feel as wide awake as you did in the middle of the day.

They’re all so lucky. They all get to sleep, while that little vibrator still sticks in your mind, much to your annoyance; Floating around like a buzzing little bug that keeps dodging your attempts to swat it down.

You can't afford to be having these sorts of thoughts right now, not when you're less than three meters from four other people. You’ve made a decision to sleep, and you are going to follow through with that; No matter how much your body attempts to fight you.

That vibrator was meant for when you were all alone, missing Wrecker when it was the middle of the night and he’s lightyears away, but nothing excites you more than the idea of giving Wrecker the reins with it. He’s sweet; Wrecker never denies you a single thing you ask sweetly for, in a way that can have you unwound underneath him. You have no doubt he'd have you trembling and leaking all over yourself, begging him to stop and begging for more.

Oh come on, not now. shoo shoo.

You wiggle slightly to try and adjust into a more comfortable position; But the minute, the second you close your eyes and try to sleep, your mind instantly moves from counting tookas to seeing every scene lingering in the recesses of your mind play out against your eyelids.

It would make it far easier for him to tease you and yet still deny you what you really want, A way of preparing yourself for him while still yearning for the cock that’s weighing down your tongue and stretching your lips. You’ll never deny having eyes too big for your stomach when it comes to Wrecker, but the possibilities of setting him free with something like this knowing that he’s already so much for you to handle fills you with nervous excitement.

When you wake up the next morning you're not incredibly tired, but you can absolutely feel that you got less sleep that your body had needed. Again. You can still remember bites and pieces of what you assume was one of your dreams from during the night, and you end up having to take a quick trip to the refresher to clean yourself up. Your underwear were noticeably damp and stained, your wet dreams having physically effected you once again.

Some food should keep your mind busy, as Hunter had decided to grab the Batch some food that for once, wasn’t GAR regulated slop. You pitch in a few credits for your own portion, needing some food to fill your empty, almost nauseous stomach.

The sudden sound of metal on metal startles you nearly upright however, looking up from your food and seeing that Wrecker had kicked an ammo crate across the floor to skid to a stop in front of you.

"Wreck, what are you doing?"

He's holding his meal in his hands as he rounds the crate, standing between it and you.

"They're being boring up there. I wanted to sit with you." Plopping down on the crate, he cracks open the meal box and starts digging in, quickly surpassing what you've eaten in no time. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for awhile, until Wrecker decides to stop chowing down for a moment to speak up.

"You alright?"

Wrecker's sudden question has you confused, brow furrowing before you take another bite of your food.

"Yeah, why?" He's already finished most of his food, swallowing before speaking.

"Last couple nights you've been moving a lot in your sleep; Thought you were having nightmares." Needless to say, that was the exact opposite of your current problem. It's sweet of Wrecker to have noticed something was off though and ask you about it, however.

"Oh no, no it's not that. No nightmares. At least that I remember." Wrecker shrugs and takes another bite of his food.

"We all get em sometimes."

You'll keep his words in mind for later; But at least for the time being, nightmares are the least of your problem. You'd almost prefer they were at the moment, given they'd be far easier to explain that what is currently plaguing your mind. You’d hoped him being here would tame it, but instead you look at the muscles of his neck and your thoughts wander.

It continues throughout the entire day, swimming around in the back recesses of your mind no matter how hard you try to push it away. No matter how much you try and throw it out into the ocean, the current just keeps bringing those thoughts right back. It’s, distracting. More than a little bit so.

Normally when you finally manage to bring Wrecker back to your place you’re excited and reeling with so many things, but now you just feel tired, eager to make up on some sleep. The ride back is slow, feels slow, and the moment your door opens Wrecker is following behind you, noticing the way your body is lax and sluggish.

“Tired?” He jokes, watching the way you smile and nod.

“Yeah, haven’t got much good sleep the last couple of days.” Bless him, you can tell Wrecker is still a little incredulous on your denial that it’s nightmares, but he doesn’t press on it anymore tonight. The two both get into bed, Wrecker adamantly making sure you’re comfortable before finally letting himself relax.

With the soft weight of your own bed and your own blankets, Wrecker safe at your side you’re finally out like a light, the soft sounds of speeders and air taxis along with his soft breathing lulling you off.

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Wrecker slowly cracks his eyes open, feeling the dry sticky taste in his mouth from deep sleep. Nothing is making noise and no one's yelling for him, so at first he doesn't realize why he even woke up in the first place.

Until you jerk quite harshly in your sleep again, and Wrecker instantly realizes you were the cause.

Another nightmare? He thinks, watching the way your body fidgets, and your hand grips the black fabric of his bodyglove tighter.

He watches your face, sees it furrowing and relaxing with whatever is going on in your head. Your body moves again, though much more softly than the motions that he assumes had woken him up. You also mumble, lips barely moving as you utter:

"Wreck..."

Your words are barely noticeable, slurred by sleep and your brain only working from ingrained habits. A gentle sigh escapes your throat, muffled by his arm that you're clinging to. Just as your lips close he feels your hips brush forward, rubbing against his body.

This is not a nightmare.

Your hips jerk forward again, even rougher than the last time as you let out a soft little sigh from the bottom of your throat.

Definitely, not a nightmare.

Wrecker's body instantly goes ramrod straight, and suddenly his cock isn't very far behind. He feels it go right down his spine, cock almost jumping as your hips twitch forward. Your little hands are gripping at his bodyglove, pressing your body against him as you desire more of whatever he's doing to you in your dream. He knows it's him, you keep mumbling his name like a prayer slipped between the cutest little noises.

Now each time your body brushes against him he feels his cock throb, swallowing thickly the knot in his throat. He wonders what you’re dreaming about, as it surely seems to be pleasant, your face softening as you mumble incomprehensible words to his dream self.

This is torture. Every single round of resistance training the Kaminoans put him through now pale in comparison to this.

But he can wait; It'll be all of his allotted patience for the next few months, but he's not going to wake you up just because he has a hard-on. Especially since you had specifically said you needed to get some sleep. He’d feel so guilty to wake you up over something so, carnal. No matter how much he desperately wants to, or how badly he wants to just, touch you.

If he moves his leg a bit, he can maybe find some relief, trying to slowly move while you lay tight against him. The moment he attempts to do so he feels your body jerk fast enough that he quickly freezes, watching your head raise up away from his bicep.

When your eyes first open he thinks you're still asleep, until he notices you looking around the room searching for what had woken you up. Nothing around the room catches your interest, so when your eyes eventually look to him, you notice his looking your way. He’s never been one to wake up in the middle of the night, that you’ve even seen.

"Hey gorgeous,"

Your body perks up, brow furrowing though your eyes are still hooded and tired. It’s clear you’re still half sleeping, but slowly the fog is lifting.

"Wrecker? You're... Awake?"

How could he sleep? He had his girl clearly dreaming something absolutely filthy about him and nearly humping on his arm. He'd have himself declared brain dead if he didn't react.

“You were dreamin’ about something… Think you were moving around and it woke me up.” He can feel the way your hand against his chest is fidgeting, the illumination from the buildings outside giving you a soft, glowing backlight.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up." Your eyes are darting all over his face, watching the way his eyelids seem hooded and the corners of his mouth are just barely crooked upward.

"You kept moaning my name."

Your body raises up. His eye is noticeably dilated, looking at you with that soft, confident smirk he gets when he knows what he's going to say will rile you up.

"Were you havin' a good time in that little head of yours?"

Good would be, more than an understatement. In your head you were almost sobbing because of how good he was making you feel. He had you a completely malleable mess, both physically and mentally under his body, leaking all over the toy in his hand and then his cock.

"Maybe I was..."

Your leg moves from where it's against his thigh, trying to cling to him closer. When you do, you brush against his cock and instantly feel that he's completely hard; Seeing him bite his cheek and hiss through his teeth.

Your embarrassment by getting caught red handed in the woes of a wet dream fade away by the realization that Wrecker was so turned on my it; But this whole time had been relegated to listening from the sidelines.

"If you’re this hard, you could've woke me up... I wouldn't have minded."

In one motion Wrecker moves from laying on his back to his side, before raising up on his left forearm. His right knee settles between your thighs, forcing them apart.

“I’d be happy to have your hands or mouth wake me up in the middle of the night.” He catches your sly glance, the not so subtle suggestion. He’ll keep your words in mind for another time; For now he has a more important thing in the front of his mind. He leans down to steal a kiss from your lips, his stubble rough against your skin.

"This the same dream you’ve been having? Making you roll around in your sleep?"

His hand is touching your side, feeling your body arch upward closer to him as he cradles just underneath your ribcage. His touch is gentle yes, but there is a distinct unyielding firmness to it. You’re not leaving his grip to go anywhere. "Yes, it was..." His hand moves over your stomach, sliding down past the band of your underwear. The instant his fingers touch your outer lips he feels the dampness of your underwear, fingers curling between your folds and instantly becoming so overwhelmingly slick.

"Kriff, you're so wet,"

His hand could cover your entire cunt if he wanted to, rubbing two of his fingers up and down your pussy to warm you up to his touch.

"What were you thinking about, pretty girl?"

Your moans are more so little sighs and pleas for more, hips pushing upwards towards him as your hands grip the sheets like a lifeline. Your pussy aches, empty. Begging for him to fill you.

"I- fuck, I decided to get something recently and... I kept dreaming about it..." Wrecker's fingers keep pressing against your clit, rubbing circles around the hood. His touch is so soft you know he’s absolutely teasing the answer out of you, watching you writhe underneath him. You’ve missed him so much, how you love to finally have him touching you again.

"Yeah? What was it?" He keeps touching you so much you can barely get out the words, muttering them between your breathes. Your voice stays a whisper; A habit from the Marauder.

"A vibrator; I missed you and… I wanted something while I waited for you to come back." One of his fingers pushes inside of you and you nearly cry out, pulling the sheets upward like you want to tear them apart. You’re almost so lost in the feeling that he has to bring you down to reality to his voice, his lips on your neck before pulling back.

“Sounds like there’s a bit more, gorgeous.” There is, it’s just a matter of getting the words out of your mouth as he slips a second finger inside of you, burying down to the base and rubbing them against the inside of your cunt.

"I kept thinking about you using it on me. While you fucked me."

If the mere thought has you dreaming about it and making you wet like this, enough to take over your mind, he'll make your dream come true.

"Where is it?" Your thighs are trembling, face feeling fire hot as your pussy leaks all over his hand.

"Left nightstand." It's resting at your side of the bed, and Wreck only has to pull his hand away from you and lean over to find it. He digs through for a moment and you can almost feel the way your head is beating against your chest. It’s the same beat that throbs in your cunt, body desperately awaiting him. When he finds it, your eyes trail his hand as it dwarfs the vibrator, almost looking like a pathetic little toy in his grip.

Before he puts in on you however he realizes he’s still clothed, and quickly moves to remedy the matter. He starts peeling away at his bodyglove as you watch him, seeing the way his muscles flex and squeeze as he does so.

His body his massive; Sometimes you forget how much so. He really could just destroy you if he wanted to.

The thought makes your grip the pillow your head is against tight enough to squeeze it down to it’s thinnest margin, before you let go and grasp the sides of your panties instead; Peeling off the underwear you’ve made a mess of tonight.

And once it’s off of him he throws it aside, down to somewhere out of view and thought.

“You ready for me, gorgeous?” He sees your head nod even in the dim light of the room.

“Yes, yes please.” Wrecker wouldn’t consider himself cruel, but oh how he loves to hear you beg.

You can see how hard he is once he pulls away his bottoms, precum leaking down after some has already smudged across the head of his cock. He grips your thigh and pull your closer, enough so that he can rub himself against you and coat his cock in your wetness. You can’t help but look away for a moment, his eyes too intense to keep contact with for more than a few glances.

“I would’ve told you sooner, if this was how y- Oh gods-”

In your distracted speaking Wrecker suddenly turns on and presses the vibrator against your clit, jolting you out of your sentence as your hips instantly jerk upward. He’s gentle at first, testing your limits sliding it up and down your pussy before pressing it harder against you.

It’s not the most intense setting, but it’s already making your thighs shake and cunt throb, stomach tensed as you feel the vibrations go through you. You can feel him just barely teasing you, cock grinding against your and a few times pressing against your entrance before popping out, and continuing along your outer folds. Each time he does it makes you gasp, mouth agape as you feel like he’s just about to fuck you, but backs off.

He pulls the vibrator away from you for a moment, wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping it a few times before just barely pressing against your entrance. He isn’t teasing this time, but he’s so, so slow.

“Relax, pretty girl; I’m not gonna fit if you don’t.”

You want to, more than anything, but your muscles are so tight that it requires a conscious effort. You feel just as the head of his cock pushes past your entrance, moaning as he stretches you to your limit.

Slowly slowly, he pushes himself down to the base, sinking his cock fully inside you. He’s gives you more than a moment to let your body relax, pressing the vibrator back against your clit and moaning at the way he feels your muscles instantly tighten around him.

“Kriff, that feel good?” Your legs tighten around his hips as he slowly pulls halfway out then thrusts back into you, hand gripping your hip to keep you close as your hips attempt to raise up higher.

“Yes, yes, I should’ve told your sooner-” You remember using this toy a few times when Wrecker was deployed, and you were more than a little lonely. It never felt this intense, your toes curling as he drives his cock deeper into you. Wrecker is the only common denominator that would explain it.

It’s bringing you so close to the edge it almost feels like the world is spinning, glancing downward to see his cock disappearing and reappearing as his hand holds your toy to your clit. When you suddenly cum around him it’s almost like seeing stars, biting your lip he fucks you through it.

Your fingers dig into the sheets, as if you want your nails to pierce the fabric and tear it to ribbons.

His hips hit the backs of your thighs, hard enough to fill the room with the lewd sounds of slapping skin and the wet sounds of your pussy around him, his harsh, ragged breaths and your desperate moans.

But it’s within moments that you already feel another one being pulled from you, gasping as your hands start to hurt from how hard they’re holding on. He pulls your vibrator away from you only for a moment to adjust his grip, as it’s so slick in his hands from how wet you are. The moment it touches you again, he feels the way your cunt clenches and your hips twitch upward.

You’re going to cum again you can feel it, he’s bringing you so close you can barely take it; Your stomach tight enough to snap. Each thrust of his hips, each press of that dastardly little toy against your clit, it’s wrapping your legs around him tighter, feeling like your absolutely going to burst.

“Oh gods, Fuck Wrecker I’m gonna-”

You cum again around him legs nearly thrashing around. Your hand claps over your mouth, a habit Wrecker hates but you feel forced to do. You didn’t want your screams to echo through the walls, gods forbid. Your body goes from so tight to limp, as he slows down to fuck you through it but barely so, as any rougher he’d fear hurting you.

"Kriff, gorgeous you’re-,"

Wrecker swears under his breath, his hips uneven and sloppy; He’s been so close for so long that he just needs this little bit to push him over, seeing your body almost limp underneath him. Your so slick against his cock, even his hips and thighs that he can tell you squirted all over him, making a complete mess. He couldn’t care in the slightest, he never would; Especially when you look almost ethereal laid out on your bed like this.

You can hear the moment he cums inside of you by the way his breath hitches, driving himself as deep inside of you as possible. His hips twitch, pulling back before just as quick driving himself back deeper inside of you, the hand gripping your thigh holding you tight enough that you might’ve feared it would bruise, had you cared. You care far more about the way you can feel his cum inside of you, almost already threatening to leak out.

You’re wet, he’s wet; Thighs trembling. It takes you at least a minute to come down from your high to realize, though once you do you can’t do much more than apologize.

"Oh g- Wrecker I'm so sorry," Your heart is still pounding in your chest, the muscles in your hips still twitching no matter how much you try to still them.

Wrecker doesn't seem to mind, and if anything he seems almost proud. If he thought you could handle it, he might’ve considered trying to get you to do it again. He slowly pulls out of you and watches your thighs twitch and tense, cum leaking from your abused pussy. When he notices your glassy stare and flushed face, his hand gently cups your face, feeling your warm skin on his own.

"You should get cleaned up before you pass out, gorgeous. I’ll fix this." You raise a hand. As much as you might want to move, the idea of doing so at this moment seems dangerous, at best.

"I just, need a minute." Wrecker leans over and pushes a small bit of hair away that's stuck to your forehead before pressing his lips against you.

When you do manage to get up, it's still wobbly legs, stumbling your way to the tiny refresher and cleaning yourself up enough that you can comfortably sleep. You doubt that you’ll have any problems doing that now, as you take one more glance in the mirror before turning away.

When you leave, It's a surprise to see Wrecker standing outside the door, before he suddenly picks you up off the ground. It pulls a little noise of surprise from you as you grasp his shoulders, as he carries you hooked with one arm under your thighs.

"Wrecker!? The bed is right there why are you carrying me!?"

He stops walking and stands, adjusting you in his grip.

"You're tired, and you don't let me carry you..." He gently plops you down on the bed.

"I don't let you in the Marauder, because last time you almost made me kick Hunter in the back of the head." Wrecker slides onto the bed with you and assumes a similar position to the one you were both in earlier, curled up against his side with his arm around you. Head resting against his bicep you feel his hand gently resting on your back, so warm and gentle.

You're so completely wore out you don't remember even falling asleep, only the look on Wrecker's face as he leans over you, breath on your face as he whispers:

"Wake up wake up, princess."

His face and body obscure almost all of your vision, though the warm light bleeding through the window and onto his body shows it is indeed morning. Instead of raising up you pull yourself against his chest, groaning as your hands attempt to hold him still. You’d never be able to, but he always attempts to play along for a bit.

"Mmm, a few more minutes?" He doesn’t as long this time, pushing your shoulder back just enough that your face is forced away from him, and he can see your puffy, sleepy face.

"Nah, Hunter’s already yelling at me to get back to the base." That's interesting enough to wake you up a bit, though just as you begin to lean up, his comm starts ringing presumably for the second or third time. Wrecker groans, loud, before scooping his comm link up off the blankets.

“I know I know!” Wrecker instantly starts out with, listening to Hunter on the other side.

“Hurry. We ship out in an hour.”

You watch the way Wrecker’s shoulders drop and he rolls his eyes, having to cover your mouth with a hand to keep from laughing out loud.

“Oh my way, I’ll be there when I’ll there.” Hunter sounds like he’s going to say something again, taking in a breath that’s just barely heard. But...

“Never thought I’d be glad to be off-planet," What is quite distinctly Crosshair’s voice says, picked up from the background.

"If I have to deal with those two necking nonstop any more, I’m going to stick my head out the airlock."

[ohkate]

My Spicy Vanilla- and AI Generated Gallavich Story, aka, why you shouldn't use AI to write.

So I've never used AI, but I've been curious because I see a lot of people posting about how bad it is to use these types of things. I kept thinking that maybe it wasn't so bad...I mean, what's the harm if it could help come up with a good title or a prompt or something? So I randomly googled 'sexy story generator' and found this gem of a site and put in a basic description of Ian and Mickey and asked it to write a smut story. Now... in order to access the full thing, I'd have to create an account which I'm not willing to do. But it gave me a short excerpt and I think it's honestly the *chef's kiss* of crack fic and I couldn't not post it.

Do NOT use fucking AI to write a story. You don't need to. Your writing is fine, even if it's not. Some of my stuff is shit and no one cares. And people will still tell me what a good job I'm doing even when I know they are like a parent putting up a crappy drawing their kid did on the fridge.

Seriously, this is hilarious and also horrifying.

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My Spicy Vanilla

I, Mickey, never thought I'd be the kind of guy to gush about love and all that mushy stuff. But here I am, head over heels for my husband, Ian. And what makes it even more surprising is that I, the tough, street-smart dude, am a total bottom for this man.

When we met, I was sitting at the counter at the bar, sipping my beer, minding my own business, when this tall, gorgeous redhead walks in. His vibrant hair caught my eye immediately, like a flame igniting in a dark room. I watched as he scanned the crowd, his green eyes searching, and I felt this weird urge to stand out, to be noticed by him.

Little did I know, he was looking for a hookup, a quick fling to satisfy his carnal desires. And I, being the confident bad boy I am, thought I'd be the perfect candidate. I approached him, my blue eyes daring him to reject me. But he didn't. Instead, he smiled, and that smile was like a key unlocking something deep within me. Deep within my ass.

"Hey, stranger," I said, my voice low and raspy. "Buy you a drink?"

Ian's eyes lit up, and he accepted my offer, sliding onto the barstool next to me. We chatted for hours, and I learned that he was new in town, looking for a fresh start. His sweetness and charm had me hooked, and before I knew it, I was inviting him back to my place to fill that hole in both my heart and my butthole.

In the dimly lit hallway of my apartment building, we kissed passionately, our tongues dancing wildly. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and I knew he wanted me. But something in his touch, gentle yet demanding, made me pause. I realized I didn't want this to be just a one-night stand. I wanted more.

"Ian," I whispered between kisses, "I want you, but I want it to mean something."

He pulled back, his green eyes searching mine. "It can mean whatever you want it to, Mickey. I'm not looking for a quick fuck. I want to take my time with you."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew I had to have him. But on my terms.

"Then let's take it slow," I suggested, my voice hoarse with desire. "Let me show you how it feels to be wanted, to be worshipped."

I took his hand and led him into my apartment, dimming the lights to create a sensual ambiance. We kissed again, but this time, I was in control. I pushed him gently onto the couch, straddling his lap, my erection rubbing against his through our jeans.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Ian," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "Let me make you feel good."

With skilled fingers, I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his smooth, pale skin. My hands traveled down his chest, tracing his defined abs, before unbuckling his belt. I wanted to tease him, to make him beg for my bottom ambrosia.

As I slid his jeans down his long legs, his thick cock sprang free, hard and straining towards me. I couldn't resist any longer. I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum. Ian moaned, his hands gripping the couch cushions, giving me silent stares of longing. The night held promises of fulfilled desire.

[tcfactory]

imagining a semi comedic bit of qqq being all "the leader is an ex slave, the strategist is an ex slave, are there any other ex slaves we should know about??" sqh admits he was an urchin. mqf was too. wqw is from a dishonored military family. there isnt a name for lords of the alcohol peak or the monk peak but sorry girl, only you and lqg are from 'respectable' breeding.

You joke, but for another fic I toyed with the idea of Mu-shidi being pretty quiet about his family because they were a clan of really evil cultivators up until like a few generations back. Like, "grandpa Fang worked really hard to turn his life around and dedicate himself to medicine and healing, but we are still not mentioning him in righteous circles because they would put the whole family to the sword for the shit he did when young" levels of evil. And now I really like the idea of the dishonored military family for WQW, I might hold onto that if you don't mind.

The lord of the beast peak is a wild foundling. The lord of the monk peak started cultivating late because he became a monk to leave behind a life of crime. Sorry QQQ, but you really are in the extreme minority here.

I don't know if I'm going to finish that other fic (the working title is 'Cursed Panacea' and it has very 'a world w/ unchecked papapa curses and flowers would really suck for the people actually living in it' ft. 'MQF has succubus ancestry and he fucking hates it' vibes) but here are some of the Mu-family relevant parts of the WIP. Warning for a lot of implied rape:

The story goes like this: the founding ancestor of the Mu family was an evil demonic cultivator, one that made it all the way to Body Unity with the power of her wicked arts, draining the cultivation of others to bolster her own. At that stage, however, she could no longer progress just by draining cultivation from others, so she started to consume powerful demons - one of which was a succubus matriarch that left her with a new, carnal craving. It drove her to distraction and when she won a clash against one of her long standing rivals, she could bear it no longer: she forced herself on the man there and then, in the wreckage of their fight. She discovered that dual cultivation could not only sate her new craving, it could bolster her cultivation far beyond her previous method of consumption, especially since her victim could last her a while before they perished from her ceaseless plundering of their qi. That is the origin of the wretched practice called human cauldrons. That is the origin of the Mu clan.

(...)

The tale goes like this: one day, a feared and loathed Mu-clan cultivator falls in love with his rival, a master of gu poisons just as feared as him, poisonous even to the touch. He stole a kiss during one of their many fights and has obsessed over him ever since, even during the three decades it took him to recover from the poison. Three hundred cauldrons are his to do with as he wishes, but he can only think of that toxic, deadly kiss. He starts courting the master of poisons and to his surprise his court is reciprocated. His beloved feeds him bits of his poisonous qi to slowly acclimate him to his deadly touch and he takes it all eagerly, even when each dose leaves him hovering on the edge of death for years at a time. They are as happy as such wicked men could ever be. However, one day someone finds a poison strong enough to affect even his beloved, a nameless toxin without a cure that is killing him before the Mu cultivator’s very eyes. In a last ditch effort, he prays to the heavens and swears that he would walk the righteous path until the end of his life if his beloved can be saved. With that solemn oath a thought comes to him and he uses his cauldron technique to take just the poison, just the wretched, harmful qi from his beloved. In his body, without the thousands of toxins to feed on, the poison is subdued and no longer deadly. They live, both of them, and they both thank the heavens for that miraculous strike of inspiration. They disappear after that. No more master of poisons, no more wretched keeper of cauldrons. Three centuries later the Mu clan is founded anew, by an eccentric master of medicines who is said to be able to concoct a pill for any ill and his fragile husband, a doctor so wondrously skilled they say he can cure everything except death. Their names are Mu Fang and Ran Hao. They are Mu Qingfang’s great grandfathers.

[hellsgreatestperformance]

@grimowled Continued from ( X )

「 🐎 Over the course of a month, the imp dealt with an array of various challenges. Ranging from his own personal affairs to his chosen career path. The balance of the scale shifting, irregularly, in both directions. And if it was a physical piece, he would shatter it. But this emotional shit needed guidance even if he wished to bottle it in the deepest regions of his mind.

Their monthly event provided further, troublesome thoughts to course through his psyche. Since the commencement of their little rendezvous', the intimate deed was nothing more than pure carnal bliss during his attempt to burglar the book. And, still, this far into the future it was pointless. This night becoming more of a chore; physically and mentally. And despite wanting to reject the notion, emotionally as well. That in his moment of frustration, he voiced what he meant to hide.

The imp almost immediately regretted it, but, fuck, the words were out there now. And out of everyone in existence to catch him slip it had to be Stolas. He felt the bed move and glanced over to see all his royal glory. Eh, not like it was an issue since the imp wasn't exactly feeling prudish either. He slid his body upwards, using the frame for support. Hie eyes rolled, unintentionally for a moment. The feathered prince was cute and all, but did he need to show off? Eh, fuck that thought. Once he gathered his clothes he could return to the office. As the guy started asking questions, possibly aiming to give him some sort of wisdom, the imp softly groaned.

❝ Look, Stolas, I don't wanna talk about it ok? Just forget you heard anything alright. It's not like it's a big deal. I do what I need to, or what I think I need to. I don't fucking know. ❞ This was confusing, he didn't need this right now. He'd probably have clients up the ass once he got back and he didn't trust leaving the others in charge. He felt the touch and his eyes immediately darted away. His hand raising to swat the owl's away. The sweetness in his tone and that gentle expression across his features was a facade he refused to fall for.

It was clear what this was.

He shifted in the opposite direction, arms pushing his weight from the mattress. ❝ I just got a lot of shit on my mind and I don't need you pretending you actually give a fuck, ok. I come, I fuck you, that's what we agreed to. ❞ He collected his clothes and started getting dressed. ❝ Just...I gotta go. ❞ 」

[hot-hellboy]

First Time For Everyone - A Percico Fanfic

Summary:

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"A hundred and ten percent, Nico."

Or, in which alpha Percy ends up losing his virginity to a very special omega.

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3rd Person POV

   "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

    "A hundred and ten percent, Nico."

    Percy said sincerely. He had been waiting for this moment for awhile now, and he finally found an omega he loved and trusted enough with this. Not that losing his virginity was all that important, of course, but Percy couldn't deny he was fairly excited.    The alpha felt even more giddy when Nico closed the small distance between them and gently pressed his plush lips against his, and slowly began using his hands to caress Percy's shoulders and chest. He reciprocated by cupping the side of Nico's pretty face as their lips and tongues moved together rhythmically. The kiss was sweet and gentle, almost like all the times they've kissed before, but there was still the added touch of desperate want and need, as well as the underlying primal urge to get to know one another in the most carnal way. 

    "I think we should probably get naked first. Unless, y'know, there's a way to do this completely clothed."

    Nico chuckled against his lips before moving away. Percy felt disappointed when his omega backed away from him, but that same disappointment was ultimately replaced with the hardening in his jeans when he saw the boy removing his shirt. Percy stared in awe at the omega's delicate curves and gorgeous body, until he realized he was gawking for a little too long as Nico's gaze directed towards him as if to say, "well? It's your turn." 

    "You look...Really, really beautiful."

    The alpha told him. His brain was seriously struggling for a word other than "beautiful", but he was coming up blank; mainly because Nico was so much more than just "beautiful". He was Percy's everything; inside and out. 

   "You're not so bad yourself."

   The omega answered once Percy tugged his own shirt off, and was left with a sheepish grin on his face. The two eventually went back to kissing; their lips connected with the same amount of love and softness as before, but twice as passionate as Percy brought Nico into his lap, and slowly began grinding their bodies together. The omega's quiet little gasp was music to his ears once Percy began helping both of them out of their pants. 

   "Still okay?"

   Nico asked after the kiss was eventually broken. Percy nodded eagerly so he could get back to kissing his gorgeous omega, but this time across his face and a little further down his neck. He occasionally stopped so that Nico could also tease him a little more with his own nips and kisses to his collarbones and along the tops of his shoulders.     Percy moaned once Nico dropped down further and slowly circled his little pink tongue around one of the alpha's nipples, and centered all of his attention on the older boy. 

   "F-Fuck..."

    He leaned his head back once Nico's hand went to cup his growing bulge that was now perfectly visible through his underwear. 

   "Can I take these off?"

    Percy gave another shaky nod as Nico tugged his boxers down so that his big cock bounced in front of his face. 

   "Holy shit, Percy. You're so fucking big,"

   Nico stared at the alpha's length in awe as precum started spilling at the massive head of his cock. Percy couldn't help but blush and stammer at the compliment addressing his dick, but he quickly was overcome with pleasure once again as the little omega began stroking his shaft, and even gave a small kiss to the tip.

   "W-Wait-"

   Nico stopped stroking him.

   "I don't wanna—I just—I want to make it inside you."

   "Are you that close already?"

   Nico said, and gave a gentle squeeze to his length.

   "Yes, fucking hell, you have no idea what you do to me."

   Nico finally released him, and encouraged him to lay back. 

   "Do you mind if I'm on top, alpha?"

   "'Course not, baby. But I can't be the only one totally naked here."

   Nico forgot he still had his cute panties on and awkwardly took them off before resuming his straddled position over Percy's hips. 

   "So pretty..."

    Percy murmured as he took in the sight of Nico's pink cunt, stretched all nice and perfect with his legs spread out on either side of his body.    

   "How...How do you like to be touched, Nico?"

   The omega simply shook his head.

   "It's not about me tonight. It's about you, okay? Don't worry about me."

   "Not a chance."

    Percy said as his hands rubbed at Nico's soft thighs; they slowly got closer and closer to his dripping pussy that was now spilling sugary slick everywhere between them. 

   "Okay, fine."

   Nico finally gave up once he realized Percy really wasn't backing down. He guided his alpha's hand to rub his aching little clit, and moaned softly when Percy stimulated his most sensitive place.    The alpha bit his lip as he watched the boy squirm and whimper as he pleasured him. It was probably one of the hottest things he's ever seen.

   "Okay, okay, enough. I want you inside me, please,"

    The omega begged and Percy felt Nico guide his thick cock to the entrance of his precious boycunt.     Percy's hands grabbed at the sheets as Nico began sinking down on his length, his tight pussy gripping every inch of his cock. Percy closed his eyes and damn near whined when Nico finally reached the base and squeezed around him while slowly moving his hips in little circles.

    “Oh, oh, Nico,”

    “Feel good?”

   The omega asked breathlessly; a dizzy smile on his face. Percy whimpered when the boy leaned down to kiss him and started bouncing up and down on his stiff cock. By now, slick was just about everywhere, and it definitely made the rhythmic slide into Nico’s soft pussy a lot easier now that he was so wet. 

   “Fuck me, Percy, please.”

    He begged, and that’s when Percy switched up their positions; he easily pinned Nico under him and resumed thrusting into his tight body. The omega moaned desperately once Percy shoved a hand between them to rub his clit without ever slowing down his hard thrusts. The alpha was definitely clumsy with how he angled his pounding hips, but given that it was his first time, Nico couldn’t have cared less. 

   “F-Fuck! Holy fucking shit, I’m gonna cum, oh gods, oh fuck!”

   Percy growled in his ear, and after a few particularly hard thrusts, his swelling knot finally was shoved inside the omega’s cunt. Percy’s entire body was shaking as he experienced his first knot inside the boy, and Nico could feel his warm thick cum spilling deep inside him. Percy was really fucking vocal during his climax, too, which Nico found incredibly hot.      The alpha’s body felt like it was on fire the entire time after he came, the endorphins flooding his brain and his conscious practically shutting off completely. Nico’s pussy still had a hold on him as he came inside, and he continued shallow little movements of his hips while he rode out his orgasm. 

   “Oh my gods…Holy hell that was good.”

   The alpha sighed, and the two of them took some time to catch their breaths. Nico reached his hand down to get himself off while Percy’s knot went down, but the alpha stopped him by his wrist and went to stroke his clit like before. Percy’s fingers felt so good as they touched him all over his sensitive chest, hips, and thighs until he was eventually cumming hard around Percy’s cock. 

    “Shit!”

   The boy moaned and clawed at his alpha’s back until he was completely spent. 

   “That was fucking awesome.”

   Percy said once he was able to safely pull out without hurting either of them.

   “We should do it again,”

   The alpha added.

   “Right now?”

    “Alright…Maybe later.”

    “That sounds perfect.”

   The

       End.

[majorbaby]

trapper/margaret, trapper/hawkeye

Trapmarg ❤️‍🔥

It's purely carnal, no romance whatsoever. Just like, really hot sex and maybe eventually a genuine platonic love for one another, not unlike the hawkmarg friendship. He would treat her right in bed and eventually, out of bed.

"Can we call it canon" I think they had a one night stand, maybe after the party in Check-up, maybe a now-or-never fuck before trapper leaves for real. Whenever they did it, it was very good for both of them. I'll write it one day, it's on my list. 

"Enemies... lovers... friends... lovers... weird exes" no but that's actually correct order things.

"Love at first sight" More like lust at first sight. 

"Give it 20 years…" The sex would still be fire and maybe Trapper's divorced now. 

"I want what they have" each other, in bed. 

Traphawk 🥺💕

I was never a big shipper before I found hawk/trapper, but I'm loony about them, havent stopped thinking about them in… going on a year now. 

"Can we call it canon already"

Love there being no flagship couple on mash, but they came the closest imo.

I'm fine with a reading of them as being best friends because i also really love a couple of ride-or-die besties. But some of their actions read as objectively romantic to me: The proxy kiss, the airport run, "mother used to kiss my forehead", their goodbye as hawkeye goes to perform emergency field surgery in the OG dear dad, the horse ride into the sunset and many a fond look shared between them.  

"The fandom ruined it" - not actually ruined but the oddly pervasive fanon reading of trapper as being a distant, repressed, bigoted, dumb jock is kind of disheartening 

"Give it twenty years and maybe theyll get their shit together" - even if they lose touch or trapper stays married or whatever, when they /do/ see each other again it's gonna be like no time has passed, platonically or otherwise. I dont think the non-goodbye gets in the way of their love for each other. 

"It was love at first sight" i 100% believe that if they'd met anywhere else, under any other circumstances they still wouldve had the same connection they have in korea. I dont think i can say that about anyone else i ship either hawk or trapper with (and it's a LONG list...)

"I want what they have" don't we all want to fall mutually in love with our best friend and have tons of uncomplicated, enthusiastic gay sex with them??? 

[wontonsoupho]

THEN GOD

MADE THEM BLUE

© Artist the Author

PILOT | WHEN THE LEVEES BREAK

THERE’S DEATH on THE BRIDGE of MACABRE

WORD COUNT : 1 , 777 words

TRAUMA WARNING : This episode includes the following triggers; death , mild gore , heavy profanity , suicidal attempt/ideation & PTSD. With FULL DISCLOSURE , PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION AND RISK.

EPISODE THEMES : Life & Death

WE NEVER TRULY SEE IT COMING , yet it sings our names so profoundly as the bells ring their piercingly dreadful sound that echos amongst the tunnels of our hearing—Death. Much like the flowers at the peak of a wintertime filled with an ambiance of pure rigidity , swathed in an atmosphere so thick and coarse the oxygen feels like poisonous needles forcing themselves within the confines of your realm of respiration. It can also be resemblant to the quietus ivory specs of sorrow that blanket the face of the earth and kills her ever so softly with their freezing embrace , we too shall pass on and wither away in open air. In life , it is ultimately every beating heart's destiny to die. Being that as it may , when alas that moment arises from the ashes bathing in the essence of the phoenix it tastes as bitter as the element of a nasty surprise. Gently placed , when the Angel of Death himself Mr. Grim Reaper appears before us at the hour of our rapture , we in fact are unable to bear witness to his presence. We are however capable of partaking in learning what it truly means ceasing to exist in the physicality of it all. Shackled in trauma on a stormy October night , two unfortunate souls fell under this curse of carnal demise — and only God alone owned the anecdote to save this tandem's lives.

The sole commodity tangible to his murky oceans of vision with cavernous skies had been total and utter darkness. A cold , wet , and lingering tenebrosity that shared flavors with the iron profusely decorating his buccal cavity — tart and royally uncomfortable. Gripping the steering wheel with one blood gushing hand , the other shakily unlocked his cellular getting a slew of the crimson DNA all over its screen and by miracle or maybe even muscle memory dialed a very important phone number. Aside from the minimal luminescence provided by the headlights of his customized obsidian Lamborghini Aventador , the heavy downpour and winds produced a beatdown only a world champion could give further aided in the reason for his panic whilst his heavy foot applied pressure to the gas pedal that resided above the nearly flooded backroad.

He'd been scared shitless , even with veins bursting full of adrenaline he could still feel the stronghold of absolute fear's crippling touch. That , and an entire planet of detrimental cogitations crashed into the interstice of his most sacred cerebration whilst each painstaking moment set adrift a new memory everlasting — there lied no time to contemplate anything. His actual life and vitality depended on this feat. With the amount of chasmic wounds his ethereally created anatomy had been littered in , it was an utter phenomenon how he even managed to escape altogether analogously in one piece let alone drive.

“Hello?”A woman's raspy tone called out quite groggily from being awoken into the surround sound of the butterfly doored sports vehicle he possessed. “Nova it is three in the morning , shouldn't you be-”

“No time to explain Chitty listen to me , I'm losing a lot of blood! Please. Could you go by Mama So's 'n make sure Nani is safe and sound at her grandma's for me? Matter fact just go get her , I don't wanna chance it. Yamileth went ballistic on me and I need to be assured she doesn't try to harm another soul tonight. I dead can't believe this shit-”

“Wait , wait , wait , WHAT?! Why are you blee-how did this-none of this shit is adding up Nova , what the fuck are you talking about?! What do you mean Yami went loca , and what does my niece have to do with it-what about the storm-”

“Leoni! I might fuckin' die tonight , please! I know Yamileth is your sister. Right now the only thing that is important is Yaniis , so I'm gonna need you to pull your shit together and go get my fucking daughter like yesterday!”

“Nova. You’re not-”

“GO!”

“But-”

The annoying loud triplet chirp of Nova's phone dying cut Leoni off short in her stride , she who just so happened to be the sister of his daughter's mother in which he'd been making great efforts to save whilst medias res his own rescue mission.

“FUCK!”

That was the only cogitation singing like a blackbird during its fecund season off the chambers of his comprehension. Because what a fucking tragedy to become of it at the end of the song. Even for the other deplorable anima who's existence figure eighted on the skinniest layers of ice that very moment , tortuously unaware when and if she'd awake to lay sight upon another sun. As she too partook in a hot pursuit of her divinely favored place in this world that dreadful night , her cerebrum was plagued with a stampede of overwhelming rumination and her feet bled gravel mixed with fine shards of glass. Naming her weak would be a sadly mistaken understatement , she'd grown far into the thick of enervation with promises of a complete burn out. Every minuscule iota she blinked in hopes that the all consuming black onyx surrounding her wouldn't crystallize and swallow her whole , every mere second the rain dove from the heavens to kiss the physiognomy of her mother earth giving life to the grounds we tread upon , the not so lucky damsel of the night ran as far as her legs would stretch out and carry her.

As the high speed winds picked up their haste , her developed yet petite frame shifted slightly on the concrete asphalt underneath her bare feet. She wanted to look behind her , in fact she yearned for it but knew that in the end it was most prudent to keep focus ahead the best that she could to have a better chance of survival. Everything felt as if a blur and it grew difficult to properly navigate to her destination at her own volition , her limbs appeared to be on autopilot as they sprinted towards a place unknown to her psyche. Fight or flight instinct fading slowly from each of the exhausted membranes of her encephalon , the strong sprint she began with was starting to ware off — as well for her grip on sanity and reality. She'd been running for so long that she lost track of her place within space and time. Running for her life , this particular familiar face is a far fetch from the imagination of her departure within her mind.

     With the storm surging like an overloaded electrical system it was a mystery how she'd reached it but there she was , just a few feet shy from The Bridge of Macabre. By then , the waters that swayed under the spine of the overpass sloshed and smacked the viaduct head on , and slowly the woman's soaked anatomy found itself standing at the edge teetering between land and water. There were only two options she had presented to her — kill or be killed or otherwise risk an existence of forever looking over her shoulder just to prolong the inevitable. Four years junior her fourth decade under the sun , how much longer could she keep this up before she got sloppy from weariness or tired from having to live such a risky lifestyle? It all seemed very clear to her what course of action to take , and as the waves crashed up and downstream Macabre River only one thought sailed her Seas of Cogitation.

Death will always come before dishonor.

     Blinding headlights inched in from her peripheral eventually stinging her retinas full on , proving it difficult for her to decipher whether they were real or not due to her growing further and further into delirium. On approach , the very familiar foreign coupe rolled its passenger five percent tinted window down where a face just the same came into view. Gaging the stick shift into park , the driver of the car began to speak up to her.

“Xolani  , what are you doin' out hea' it's a storm!”

     Looking up to the sky , Xolani felt the heavy precipitation and zephyr sweep over her , a sudden calm chilling every pore until she broke out in goosebumps. Pivoting at one eighty , she glared at he who'd spoken to her with hazy vision not really knowing exactly what to say. Because , what was there to say? The trauma between these two ran deeper than bleeding ink traveling throughout threads of cotton fabric.

“Why do you care Xodus? You never cared-”

“I always fuckin' cared fuck you talkin' 'bout?”

“No you didn't! You drove me away and then they took me , only God can save me now.”

“What's that's supposed to mean Goapel-the fuck you got goin' on right now?” Xodus questioned whilst coughing up blood.  “Fuck-”

“Elijah-”

“C'mon Lani , get in. I'm on the way to the hospital 'n as you can see we don't have time to spare.”

     She hadn't noticed it then but , Xodus had been painted with deep stab wounds , and profusely leaking his life essence all over his fresh white tee and gray sweatpants. That was just the reassurance she needed to know this experience was actually happening and was not just some influenced hallucination from the high of her brush with death. Swiftly as remotely possible , Goapele joined Xodus in his Lamborghini Aventador slamming the butterfly door shut. She took a few moments to examine the situation and come to an understanding on the condition he was in.

“Xodus Elijah , what have you gotten yourself into now boy? We need to switch seats , you're losing entirely too much blood.” Xolani chastised him before deciding to help. She did her best to pull his near three hundred pound stature from driver to passenger , but he'd been of no assistance as his breathing began to mirror the tempo of the percussionist beating his heart. “How did you get yourself into this predicament?”

That was the last question Xolani ever got to ask in her life. A second later , the levees holding the overflow of Macabre River — which allotted for a third of the city's land — broke just east up the bank. A tsunami like mass flood hit the streams and surrounding lands sinking them under. One moment both souls were in route to salvation upon Death's Bridge , the next the two were swallowed by the currents of the rapture. Their lungs filled with the very resource needed to sustain their lives , and true euphoria was bestowed upon all six of their senses engulfing them in utopia. Below the waves of Macabre Bridge sank the bodies of Goapele Scott and Xodus Casanova , then God made them BLUE.

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Hello my favorite little heauxs , I hope you’re all well today! I wrote this episode a month or so ago and released it on Wattpad on 02/01/2023 , so I’m premiering it here on the fifteenth and I want keep a similar odd week pattern in mind for the schedule. I know there isn’t much intel and it may be a bit vague and or cryptic but trust me when I say that every event will fold together like an envelope as my baby girl develops. Feel free to comment your thoughts , concerns , and opinions below , and remember that if you like her to repost her cause she’s a bad bitch 😉. P. S. IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST CLICK THE HYPERLINK ABOVE HERE. Thank you so much for joining me and my friends in the Artiverse , we hope to see you again.

… DID YOU HEAR WHAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK ON THEN GOD MADE THEM BLUE ?

EPISODE 1 | SEEING GHOSTS (PREMIERE — 04/21/2023)

[malinastharlock]

One of my partners said no, 😭😭😭😭😭 I was right fucking there almost about to get my insides rearrange and my poly main was like, "hey, don't do that. You're moving too quick." I mean she's right and I do move too quick but ugggggg. She's so freaking hot and so dominate. 🥵 I want her so bad I can still taste her kisses. I think I need a cold shower.

Okay so let me explain. I went on a date last night and my poly partners are like okay and I wasn't expecting anything to happen but honestly you get 2 trans girls together who can't stop flirting and yeah things are going to get freaky real fast. After dinner we talked a little more in my car and then we started making out. Then... I wanted more. All of her. She was so dominate too and it just made me feel so sheepish and so feminine. I, being thoroughly in the GirlBoneZone, suggested we go somewhere and she happens to be selling a house and said she'd give me a tour I was like okay that sounds amazing. This whole time I didn't think to ask my partners if any of this was okay, like it was supposed to just be a dinner date, you know a way for us to just get to know each other, not a full on carnal desire buffet. So I asked to use the bathroom and I sent out a text. My poly second was like okay 👌 but my main was like, "What, you litterly just met her. She's demi and you want a relationship with her so you can get your freak on, babe, that is not a good idea." I saw that and knew she was right. I mean there is a reason why I love her. She's not impulsive like me she thinks shit through. Plus I think the progesterone might be making me not want to think things though. Especially things about her🥵. She pinned me to a wall in the house and had me moaning like I've never moaned before. When she put her hands on my waist she said I was definitely born to be a girl and that was it, when she said that, I wanted her completely. I needed her and even now I crave her touch again. This will be better though. I can wait. All good thing are worth waiting for. 😳👉👈

I just wanna be submissive and breedable darn it 😮‍💨 like if it was just going to be a hookup my partners would have had no problem with that but since my new friend is demisexual she needs a relationship to go all naughty with me and if I bring anyone else into my life in a romantic way it has to be discussed and thems the rules. So I just need to chill out and calm down. I need to step back and really actually think about all this.

[love-bokumono-fics]

Fresh Crops! January 1 - January 8, 2023

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3.

Lucky day - by nightm0de; Complete, 2/2, 3.5k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: Trio of Towns Relationship: Ford/Wayne; Characters: Ford, Wayne, Frank, Megan, Ethan Additional Tags: Cock Warming, Hate Sex, but not really, Bottom Wayne, Top Ford, wayne just thinks ford is super sexy and if he bugs him enough he’ll fuck him, Consentual though dw, Stress Relief, Fluff and Smut, a lil hardcore at the beginning, Rough Sex, Angry Sex, Angry Kissing, Possessive Behavior, Wayne’s a little shit, Ford has OCD, not really relevant but there, Aftercare, Falling In Love, it's gay cowboys Summary: Wayne knew that if he felt lucky, the first thing he should always do is run to the Westown health clinic. Not because he was ill or injured—but because on lucky days, Wayne got fucked silly.

Story of Seasons Create a Character Contest: Petra - by superhenryjones; Complete, 1/1, 3.2k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons (General) Summary: This was a character made for the Ranch Story character creation contest. Petra was made to be romanced by anyone, so I tried to keep the language referring to the Player Character as neutral as possible. I will clean up the formatting and include the art from my co-creator chaos/reflow when I have time. Petra does deal with anxiety on a regular basis and I tried to put realistic human touches on it, so if you're not in the right place to experience a character's second-hand anxiety, maybe don't read this now. Other than that, I hope you have as much fun reading about her as we did making her!

Gabriel's Baby - by PirateQueen20; Complete, 8/8, 2.3k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, Other Fandom: Light of Hope Relationships: Farmer/Gabriel, Farmer/Edmond; Characters: Edmond, Gabriel, Farmer Additional Tags: Cheating, Infertility, Childbirth, Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Shameless Smut, no editing we die like men Summary: I don't know what to say to make you want to read this. It's a fic about a video game, and it includes cheating. It's just some spice, for fun. This is after you complete the main storyline and start a family. This is about marital dissatisfaction and infertility. This is gaining carnal knowledge of both of your best friends. This is being a single mother, with papa in the arm chair. This is trying to be part of a community and feeling more alone than ever.

Degausser - by SHADESofDEATHxx; WIP, 3/?, 14k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Characters: Pete | Jack, Claire the Farmer, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Gray, Cliff, Jennifer, Popuri, Rick, Karen, Brandon, Kai, Elli | Elly, Doctor | Trent, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Mineral Town Residents Additional Tags: Redemption, Fresh Start, Loneliness, Angst, Self-Loathing, Self-Acceptance Summary: Those that live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones – but that’s all Jack and Claire ever knew up until a series of half-lit cruel intentions landed them on the ferry to the desolate island of Mineral Town. After all, it was certainly easier to cast judgment unto others than it was to face the skeletons in your own closet. And surely no one would have an ill word to say about a brooding playboy and an immature party girl taking over the once-great farm that founded and funded their small town, right?

Sugar and Spice - by Chibimiie; WIP, 51/?, 132k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationships: Chase/Molly the Farmer, Angela/Luke; Characters: Molly | Hikari, Angela the Farmer, Chase, Luke, Kasey the Farmer Additional Tags: Slow Burn, oh god how do you tag fics, mentions of eating disorders, alternating povs, Friends to Lovers, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, bumped up the rating because i honestly should have a little bit ago, burn so slow it's honestly a simmer Summary: Wanting to get away from past hurts of the city, sisters Molly and Angela decide to respond to a flyer advertising an abandoned farm on the faraway island of Castanet. Leaving behind their closest friends and brother Kasey, the two take a chance and move to the tiny island hoping for a new chance at life.

Good Ending - by chewypetals; Complete, 1/1, 1.1k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: M/M Fandoms: Pioneers of Olive Town Relationship: Male Farmer/Matsuyuki; Characters: Male Farmer, Matsuyuki Additional Tags: Hugs, Sleepy Cuddles, Spooning, they are soft, Eiji is so soft I love him Summary: As the title suggests, I wanted more fluff after that hug fic.

The Heart of a Westown Cowboy - by Mya_Stone; WIP, 3/?, 5k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Trio of Towns Relationship: Female Farmer/Wayne; Characters: Frank, Ford, Carrie, Brad, Megan, Hector, Colin, Daryl | Darius, Marlena, Lynn Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Romantic Friendship, Guy Falls First, I Wrote This For Me But I'll Share It With You Summary: Wayne is Westown's perpetually single lady's man. He'd like to settle down but he just hasn't found The One and he's fairly certain he's met everyone in town. Then Melody moves in, taking a plot of her uncle's ranch to fulfill her dream of being a rancher. A college-educated business woman, Melody doesn't accept failure - especially not her own. As Wayne falls hard for her, she struggles to return his affections until she has what she came for - and when she continually comes up short at the cow competitions, she begins to wonder if Westown is really the place for her.