#but yea bottom line

[sexysilverstrider]

i love games where it has battle elements and characters who bond with the player. ill have a character all bloody and going nuts in the battlefield and then in the next scene theyre saying stuff like 'you complete me' or 'im so happy to he hanging out with you! :D' to me. i love when the characters i love and form a bond with in game wins in a battle that i plan out or after i build properly their stats or give them the right gears. i love battle strategizing (which is just sometimes mash buttons fuck all) and i love feeling giddy at the characters going uwu at me

[angelsdean]

no but really it's funny sam thinks dean is john 2.0 when s1 dean is just. content to take on random cases and help save some people and is trying to do some good w/ the hand he's been dealt and isn't all that interested in his father's revenge quest and up until then has always had to play the mediator and swallow down his own feelings and anger. while sam's the one who quickly becomes obsessed w/ revenge the minute he loses jess and finding the thing that killed her and is quick to anger. "you're more like him than i'll ever be" "i'll take that as a compliment" "you can take that however you like" etc etc

[k00kiecrumbler]

☆ RT-tober Day 17 and 18 ☆

no. 283: RT.EXE AU [ doomed affair...]

no. 506: 5r6c AU [ the chickens 🥺 ; also spinning to Nobody by Mitski ! ]

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[baerryjj]

Whoever invented cereal needs their dick sucked fr

[waywardsalt]

Linebeck is the Maui to Link's Moana. Or more accurately the Peter B Parker to Link's Miles Morales. He could have the most interesting and heroic past, but he has the vibes of Just Some Guy. I'd kill for a game set after Phantom Hourglass (but before Spirit Tracks) where we learn more about Linebeck's history, and how it plays into his newfound parental relationship with Link

Linebeck being more or less Just Some Guy compared to Link being this weirdly competent pre-teen is a fun part of their dynamic a lot of the time. There is a lot of time between PH and ST and that obviously is an opportunity for more storytelling between those characters, plus considering that we have very limited information on Linebeck's history or... anything, exploring him further is always a lot of fun, and could make for an interesting subject for anything before or after PH (or during), and further going into his relationship and dynamic with Link has a lot of potential for... a lot of different stuff!

[vitamin-zeeth]

Hedwig and the angry inch has changed me I can't go back to glee

[noctisfalls]

i feel like "endos" aren't actually endos and there's only two reasons as to why it makes sense for them to exist in my mind.

the first reason being that they have trauma and they just have so much amnesia around it that they literally just do not remember it existing at all. even if they say something like "my parents/guardians are so great and they would never hurt me like that" - just because it's usually parental abuse doesn't mean that it always is, it just has to be caused by extreme, repeated trauma and it is possible to be traumatized by other people than just your parents.

examples being: a creepy elementary school teacher who may not have been your teacher but they knew you, an older sibling, a cousin, a really fucked up neighbor, a step-parent, etc. - there are so many other people that could have potentially traumatized them when they were younger, so if they do have alters and they are diagnosed with a dissociative disorder, then they probably do have trauma that they just don't remember and they can't connect the dots to exactly who did it.

but whether they like it or not, that doesn't change the fact that osdd, usdd, and did are all disorders that were created from active traumatizing events during childhood.

and then, there is the second option. and that is that these people are just not systems, even if they may believe that they are. and what could be happening in certain cases, are alter egos. which despite both having "alter" in the title, are very different from dissociative alters and they typically are not seen as being caused by dissociative disorders, but are an underlying trait in some other disorders.

and what an alter ego is, is basically an alternate persona that someone puts on while talking to different people/while in different contexts. the biggest difference between an alter ego and a dissociative alter is the fact that an alter ego, while it may have different names and may act differently from you, is still you. it is you putting on a persona. however, an alter in a dissociative sense is literally a different person caused by a traumatic brain split.

this is not to say that someone could not have alter egos because of trauma, but there are other causes to why someone may feel the need to put on a persona and pretend to be someone else, even if they don't necessarily realize that they are doing it. but there is no reason other than trauma for a dissociative alter to form.

i feel like the majority of endo systems may be the second option because a lot of people with alter egos don't even realize that they are actively playing a part when they are that young, as some even have difficulty recognizing it later in life, but that doesn't change the fact that it is still you.

and the third option isn't a reason as to why it exists which is why i didn't include it earlier, but the third option would obviously be: they don't exist. they want to experience the things that come with dissociative disorders but have to make it up because of the fact that they don't have the trauma for it. obviously, that is not one of the more likely ones because i would like to believe that they actually think they're a system because it's a lot less... horrible and i also hate to fakeclaim. but the most likely, to me, and according to my therapist cause her and i have discussed this topic a lot because of how heated it makes me - is probably the second option.

Am taking notes and nodding my head along :3

Honestly I’m not well versed on the topic of endos and what not so i appreciate all of this very much /gen.

I only get upset when I see something stupid (I don’t have an example but it’s what made me make this post) just something that’s super clearly not true. (Like saying the disorder is just for having friends, or putting someone who does experience trauma readily down because they don’t)

I know systems have a lot of diversity and every system is different and new things can happen and can be interpreted in different ways and stuff.

[orcelito]

The difficulty of planning some serious story things and not wanting to spoil said story things but also not wanting to risk upsetting ppl via untagged serious story things

It's. A balance, I guess. If at that point they've seen all the general warnings and don't understand that this is meant to be an honest depiction, then like. Idk.

[foxstens]

so in the raven!neil universe, he would've joined them when he was 10 right...

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

If I absolutely have to feel like shit could it at least be cause I let it happen again instead of cause I feel like I didn't do good enough

[angelsdean]

where does the whole dean-hates-monsters comes from anyway? he's more against some actions/mindsets than species. how many monsters are in his family? how many times he sides with them against humans? with the kids, obv, but also benny against that hunter, and garth. i'm ready to bet if a monster feeds on creeps instead of innocents he would let them go. (actually... it almost happens with godstiel right?). important reminder: it's the guy who says in s1 "demons, I get, but humans are crazy"

literally !! so many times dean is shown to be sympathetic toward monsters / supernatural beings and by the end of the show most of the ppl they consider family, friends, and allies are or have been monsters / supernatural beings.

yes both dean and sam have had john's black and white view towards monsters drilled into their skulls and we see them both grapple with unlearning that rigid mentality of monster = bad always. and like with all things it's complicated and not a straightforward path. they'll go a few steps forward in unlearning that and then some steps back.

honestly i think a lot of the fanon belief that dean Hates monsters come from misinterpretations of the whole sam bloodfreak storyline and buying into sam's POV of the situation. sam feels like he's inherently monstrous and impure. he feels like he's a monster and thinks everyone else must think so too. he projects a lot of those insecurities onto dean and puts words into dean's mouth. dean does think something's wrong and wants to stop sam from going down this path but i think for him it's less abt seeing sam as a monster and more about the fact that if dean doesn't stop him someone else will. like heaven has literally threatened to stop sam (implied killing him). dean also wants to stop sam from going down this path because john said if sam goes darkside he'd have to kill him and that's something dean refuses to do. so, if sam doesn't go darkside then there would be no reason for anyone to have to kill him therefore dean is opposed to sam being a bloodfreak and will stop it if it means keeping sam alive.

also by s4, dean is freshly back from hell where he's spent 40 yrs up close and personal with demons and torture and watching sam get manipulated by a demon and seeing him become power hungry and be changed in ways that literal heaven is telling him are dangerous and will lead to bad things is probably something that scares him and something he would want to prevent and save sam from. so really, it's less about dean hating sam for being "a monster" (something that sam isn't even !! his "monstrous" qualities are not inherent. the 'disease' pumping through his veins at that point is just...demon blood. which he is making a choice to willingly consume. but anyways.) and instead it's more about just, wanting to keep sam alive since everyone is threatening to kill him if he continues down the path he's on.

i think generally if dean cares about the person and/or sees that they are not harming innocent people he's chill with just letting them be. and i think IF the show actually continued to explore the nuance and gray areas of monsterhood and continued to show dean and sam unlearning john's black and white beliefs there would have been a point eventually where they realized they don't have to hunt at all, and that there are other ways they can stop monsters from hurting people, other ways to help monsters, esp those who were once human but turned. but yea they never really went deep enough on those themes so we never got that. but yea, dean has loved and cared for many supernatural beings. he's a monsterfucker. he's not the hater some make him out to be.

[bigbaywindow]

ik i put way too much energy into this shit but i am so fucking close to the point where i'm about to design my own goddamn controller that's both modular AND teardown friendly. like it's really fucking galling considering how much i spend on this shit so i can have something that actually functions as intended after extended use that when it actually needs some more extensive maintenance beyond swapping out the stick/dpad modules on the front (like for instance when my left trigger actuates without me pressing a goddamn thing resulting in an essential quest npc getting a torso full of ballistic quicksilver) i have to risk breaking the thing or cutting my hand in the process bc all of the screws are hidden behind grips that were 1000% designed to discourage teardowns. like props for letting me avoid stick drift without having to solder in an entirely new part but jfc either you're actually consumer friendly or you're just throwing on an ingenious veneer while still charging upwards of $140 for something that's still gonna screw people over in a few months regardless of the posturing and ~premium~ price tag

[roaron]

╰┈➤ WHAT KINKS THEY HAVE ! ♡

╰┈➤ jjk men x f!reader ♡

╰┈➤ characters -> ᰔ、( gojo satoru, geto suguru, choso kamo, sukuna ryomen, nanami kento ! )

╰┈➤ warnings ! —> ( mentions of f! and m! genitalia, mentions of breeding + creampies, spanking, somnophilia, mutual masterbation, degradation + praise, bondage, lingerie, mentions of exhibitionism, mentions of voyeurism, katoptronophilia —> { sexual activities in front of a mirror }, biting kink. ) ᰔ、

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ᰔ、a/n - im back, for now. don’t get excited.

mutual masterbation / praise kink / voyeurism !

GOJO SATORU shamelessly admitted to you one day that he liked watching you masterbate. he then emphasised on the fact he more specifically enjoyed watching you finger yourself. the sight of your pretty fingers pushing into the same cunt he fucks every night really turns him on.

“you just always need something up your pussy don’t you” he purrs one day when he walks into your shared bedroom and catches you stuffing your cunt with two of your fingers. SATORU grins and kicks off his shoes before crawling onto the bed and sitting beside you, his eyes locked onto your pussy as he pulls his semi-hard cock out his dress pants. he licks his lips and reaches towards you—taking your hand and bringing it back to him, placing it on his twitching cock. “stroke.” he says calmly before he reaches his hand back over towards you— more specifically your pussy. rubbing your swollen clit with his index and middle fingers before dipping them into your wet hole. he smiles and shuffles closer to you, fingering you at the same speed that you’re stroking his cock. “a pretty girl with such a pretty pussy.” he grins as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, always remembering to treat you with love regardless of what the two of you are doing. “love you” he coos playfully and smiles at you— pressing his forehead to yours as you both cum.

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spanking / creampies !

GETO SUGURU loves nothing more than witnessing his cum leaking out of you after hours of rough fucking. a dazed look in his eyes as he zones out on your pussy— his tongue darting out his mouth to lick his lips before he dives in and presses a kiss to your throbbing clit. a sort of half-assed apology before he rams his cock right back into your sopping wet cunt, fucking you with no mercy, waiting to fill up your pussy all over again.

his hand comes down on your ass, spanking it as he keeps rutting into you, his other hand shoving your head into the mattress to silence your whimpers and sobs for him to slow down. “gonna fill you up again yea’ ? hold it in. don’t waste a single fucking drop.” he growls as he fucks you deep from the back for what feels like hours. time passes and he bottoms out in you again, filling your pussy to the brim before swiftly pulling out and leaning down, watching your cunt with hawk eyes. he frowns as he sees a few drops of his cum trickle out your hole— his hand immediately coming down to spank you again repeatedly till you’re shaking and your asscheek is red. “cmon princess, i said hold it in…” SUGURU sighs before he wipes some sweat off his forehead “here we go again.” he grunts before plunging his cock right back into you for what would most likely not be the last time.

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somnophilia / bondage !

CHOSO KAMO is one nervous man when it comes to participating in any kind of sexual activities with you. sometimes he runs off and sometimes he just freezes up. so to overcome this little fear of his, you suggesting that he fuck you while you’re asleep— so that there are no eyes on him. he was sceptical at first, coming up with any excuse he could to back out but you couldn’t help but see the obvious and protruding bulge appearing beneath his pants at the idea.

so off to bed you went, leaving your panties off and your pussy bare for him while CHOSO gulps and sweats at the sight of you. his hand shakily going to unbuckle his belt and pull out his already leaking cock. he lines up with your hole and nervously pushes inside, clenching his eyes shut as he bites his bottom lip, waiting for any sign from you that could embarrass him, until he remembers— you’re asleep. he blinks a few times, his eyes a little hazy as he looks down at his sleeping princess. “fuck…. pretty thing…” he whispers under his breath as eventually gets more comfortable and starts speeding up, pouting slightly as you toss a little in your sleep. and so he takes off his belt completely, using it to tie your hands to the headboard of the bed— restricting your movement. “you’re so pretty.. pretty doll.. so hot..” he grunts lowly, babbling to himself as his eyes roll back and he ruts into your sleeping body sloppily.

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exhibitionism / degradation !

SUKUNA RYOMEN couldn’t care less what people think of him, and this is clear by the way he has you bouncing on his thick cock while he sits on his throne in front of his servants. bear hugging you and pounding into your cunt while he forces his servants to watch. “look at all the attention you’re getting whore. smile for them.” he purrs devilishly in your ear and holds you down on his cock, making sure it presses deep deep inside your pussy, kissing your cervix. you writhe and twitch in pleasure as a dick drunk smile crosses your lips “thank you” you utter to the beady eyes of the servants— your pussy full to the brim with cock.

SUKUNA then makes sure to kill every servant who ever witnesses the two of you having sex. he brings them to his throne room, puts on a show, then kills them off. a vicious cycle which he couldn’t care less for. in the end it’s all for his pleasure. showing off his bitch and how well you take him inside you. he’s rough like that— rough in bed. which you know better than anyone since it’s you who has both their holes stuffed every night. one with his fingers and one with his cock. since SUKUNA would rather die than use a dildo. both penetrating you at the same time until you’re crying and sobbing. “slutty girl. look at you.” he hissed in your ear as he dicks you down for several more hours until he’s satisfied.

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breeding / katoptronophilia !

NANAMI KENTO is a gentleman. a hard working man with a hard working job. so when he comes home with his cock strained against his tight pants and a pink tint on his cheeks— you already know what to do, being the perfect wife you are. you lead him to the bedroom and wait for him on the bed. however, you’re surprised to see him swerve straight past you, and instead go to prop up the full body mirror right in front of the bed— making sure it’s in position before he makes his way over to you.

he begins peeling off your robe and slipping off your panties, giving gives your pussy a tender kiss as he always does before he dips his cock into your cunt. grunting lowly as he rocks the bed with each thrust. his eyes glancing from your face to the mirror reflecting all the lewd actions the two of you are doing. “god we should’ve done this sooner… my angel..” he whispers in your ear and let’s put a groan as he eventually cums inside you— pulling out momentarily and smiling “you know the drill princess” he says calmly and you nod, reaching down and stuffing his cum back in, making sure it stays inside while be pumps his cock for another round. his soft eyes looking over your body, one of his hands caressing your inner thighs and your clit while his other hand strokes his cock. “ill make sure you’re full tonight my love… relax for me..” NANAMI ushers and kisses your cheek before lining his cock back up with your hole.

[shutit-haha]

"Katsuki," you swayed, "I think I might have been roofied."

"What!?" He gives himself whiplash from how fast he turns, neck cracking and muscles giving a slight pull. The two of you are in some damn frat house because someone invited you and you REALLY wanted to go. Knowing full well that you would stay here for an hour tops, half-hour if everything was already in full swing. This was certainly knew though, I mean 45 minutes in and you've been ROOFIED!

"I said," you leaned against him. Closing your eyes and attempting to take deep breaths even though those very same breaths seemed to make it feel worse. "Sorry Kat," you grabbed at him tightly with your hand. "My stomach's getting all swirly."

He goes into full fucking panic mode. His large hands wraps around your arm a little too tightly dragging you into the crowd with him. He's moving like a fucking linebacker just shoving whoever's in his way. The blonde takes a sharp left turn around a corner yanking you into a hallway with him. The lights here are shut off making it damn near pitch black. His shoulder slams into strangers making out and dry humping and the two of you cringe at the moans that come from the many bedrooms. The floor underneath your feet is sticky, and with the way you feel right now it's a fight just to rip yourself off the wood. Your muscles feel heavy, eyes barely open. The world keeps swirling and spinning, bright colors popping out at you even in the darkness. There's this terrible throbbing between your legs, making your thighs tremble slightly.

"Kat," you whine. He kicks open the bathroom door throwing out the couple currently occupying the space.

"Yea," he gently guides you over to the toilet bowl. "Wait actually don't fucking touch anything in here, it's all disgusting. Bastards don't know how to fuckin act." He's tugging you out into the hallway again, the couple from just a few seconds ago scurrying back in.

"Katsuki," your legs are struggling to keep up. You feel weak in the knees, stumbling over yourself as a result. Your hearing comes and goes, a war between absolute silence and migraine inducing noise. "Bakugo I can't," air escapes you in huffed breaths. "I can't keep up, please," you beg him.

The blonde -still rushing for a reason you don't understand anymore- scoops you up in his arms. "I'm gonna get that shit out of your system, and kill that asshole. Fuckin scum, piece of shit doesn't deserve to walk the earth." He grumbles clutching on to you even tighter. Your brain is so fuzzy you giggle at his silly words. "What," he looks down at you for a quick second.

"Hot, Kat. Tired," you yawn. Moving with large strides Bakugo carries the two of you out of the fraternity. You shiver the moment the cool air hits your sweating skin. "Cold," you whine curling into him and wrapping tightly around his neck. The poor man chokes with the grip you've got him in. How the hell is he expected to breath in a condition like this?! Not only that but you're pressed flush against him with the way you've twisted yourself around.

"HAH, didn't you jus' fuckin say you where hot?!"

"I'm hot on the inside Katsuki," you screech and wail. You say it like it's common knowledge and it kills him a little. "Wait," your hands fly outward. "I got throw up." The man damn near drops you, only half careful of how he's handling you. Your feet hit the ground and you bend at the ankles and then knees. Just as you're situated it all hurls itself back up. It's ok though, because he's here to hold back your hair for you.

"Gotta get your dumbass home," he mumbles under his breath. You whine bringing your hand up to your mouth to wipe away the mess, only for Bakugo to grab at your wrist. "Don't you fuckin' dare, that shit's gross."

"How am I supposed to clean myself," you look up at him with big blown pupils. Your lashes leave long shadows on your face from the streetlight, lips puffy from whatever drug was forced into your system. There's water lining the bottom of your eyes, a result from emptying your guts, and you're still so hot.

"Just hold on a minute, dammit." His head whips around in search of something, though to no one's surprise there's not much to clean with on the front lawn. His eyes fix onto the door, resignation settling in. "Don't you fucking move from here," he points down at you aggressively. "Do you understand?"

You nod absentmindedly, hand coming up to your mouth once again.

"Don't do that shit! Just sit still dammit, I'll be right back." He hates having to run back into that fucking mess of a party. It reeks worse than it did before, the odor much more noticeable after breathing in some fresh fucking air. He fears that if he makes the wrong step he'll roll his ankle from the sticky floor, and then theirs all the bodies. These jiggling, sweaty bodies, in sync and yet still so far off beat. He's quick, bulldozing through all those extras to get to where he's going. You've been fucking drugged by one of these damn creeps and part of Bakugo worries that they'll find you while you're all alone out there.

"Katsuki," big gooey smile, when he emerges back outside. A shiver racks through him, the cold catching him off guard. He immediately steels himself right afterward determined not to let it happen again. "Katsuki," you sing, "kat-suki, suki, kat. kat, suki," you giggle and then smile. You're clearly out of your damn mind, body rocking back and forth while your hands grip onto your ankles tightly. You look like a fucking kindergartener, at the thought of that he snorts.

"Here," he throws the whole paper towel roll at you.

"Thank yoou," more singing, and an even bigger grin.

He only spares you a couple seconds to clean yourself before he's yanking you up onto your feet. The rough skin of his hand wraps around your elbow, and you stumble right into his side. The roll is hugged close to your buddy like some sort of stuffed animal, thighs pressed together tightly. "Can you carry me again?" Your eyes fall shut sleepily, cheek resting against his hard shoulder.

"Hah!?"

"Please," your hip presses against his now. "Please, I'll kiss you if you'll do it for me."

"Don't say that shit," his cheeks dust pink like a school boy.

You giggle, "I'll kiss you even if you don't pick me up." Paper towel roll still pressed against your chest, you lean into him lips grazing under his jaw. "I wanna kiss you," you hum breathing in his scent.

"Don't say that shit!"

"But I wanna kiss someone," you whine.

"Someone?"

"Anyone," you kiss the flesh at his jaw and neck.

"That shit's getting to you."

You nod absentmindedly again, placing another kiss on his warm skin. "Mhm, I think so."

"I'm taking you home," he bends at the knees slightly begrudgingly picking you up.

"Mmmm," you hum, "I like the sound of that."

He squeezes your thighs harshly receiving a slight hiss from you. "Gotta fucking behave if I'm gonna be doing this shit for you. Not gonna fucking baby you for you to be a brat."

Your arms wrap around his neck bringing yourself as close to him as possible. That damn paper towel roll still smooshed between the two of you. "Does that mean you're gonna punish me?" It was said so innocently, still made his cock twitch.

"Don't say that shit," he growls at you, jostling your body as a way of adjusting himself.

"I'm sorry," you kiss his neck, "I'm sorry."

"Don't do that shit either."

"But," you grind against his abs, "I need to feel something."

"Not me! Take care of yourself later," the thought of you touching yourself quickly popped into his head. Once again he was jostling you to adjust his pants.

"You feel so good," another innocent comment as you grind yourself against him.

"What's I say about behaving," he snaps at you.

"But you said to take care of myself."

"Later!"

"Are you gonna punish me now?"

Thank god the car was coming into view. "Oi! I'll fucking drop you!" He hakes his head, "the hells your obsession with that shit."

You shrug, "like how your hands feel on my ass." Another kiss to his neck, and then your hips jolt on their own grinding against his hard abs. This time you just can't stop yourself, the pit of your stomach feels like it's on fire and the way your muscles are contracting- you just have to. You need too.

"Hey," some part of his subconscious had clearly been paying attention to you. The part about his hands, and the punishment, because his hand came up and then down in one sudden slap. You could hear it whoosh in the air, and then that crackle when it met your rear. You stilled, moaning and arching your back. He nearly fucking dropped you, the one hand holding you completely unprepared for that hell of an arch.

"Fuck," you panted. Your lips kissed a trail up his neck and then nipped the skin behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry d-" You bit your lip, suppressing what so desperately wanted to be said.

He fucking dropped you.

Your legs where shaky, knees buckling soon as your feet hit the floor. You expected to fall onto your knees just like you did on the lawn, but he slammed you up against the car. Your back roughly hit the metal, one hand keeping your hip trapped against it, the other hand keeping hold of your wrist. "You're driving me fucking crazy you know that," he spat in your face. His breath fanned against your skin, eyes burning. "I have no clue what that fucker gave you but-"

You kissed him, hips wiggly in his hand in search of friction. He bit your bottom lip, teeth sinking into plush, your back arched. "Fuck me, please. Please just fuck me, swear I'll stop after that. It'll make it stop just fuck me please just-"

He leaned back in, mouths smashing together, teeth clinking just before he forces his tongue in catching a taste of your mouth. Aphrodisiac, "bastard gave you a fucking rape drug."

You shake your head, hips wiggling with more vigor. "No want it," you breath heavily, "want it."

He shoves you aside, opening the passenger door for you, "just the drug."

"No," you're crying now. Hand venturing down to your waist band to give yourself some kind of relief. "Want you," you bite your lip when your hand grazes your clit. "I-" pant, "want you." All your weight is held up by the car, eyes shut to better see the fantasies. "Fuck," you groan.

He doesn't know what to do, he's kind of just watching you. It feels gross, feels wrong but, fuck he likes it. Mouth agape while you fuck yourself to him. It's not real. He's gonna wale up. It's just a wet dream, a movie.

"Wanted you since-" gulp, "that compression shirt, at the- at the gym." You whimper at that, "sweat, nipples were hard." Your eyes open all half lidded and hazy, pupils having consumed whatever color was once there. Your sclera isn't even visible anymore. "You're such a whore," as if your fucking pussy wasn't literally squelching right now.

That was it for him, you weren't gonna fucking insult him like that. As if you were some fucking saint. Yeah, right. He slams the passenger door shut, the back door flying open followed by him quickly shoving you into the car. Your back bounces on the leather seats, one hand quickly rushing to yank down your pants and underwear. The burly man climbs in right after you moving with quick hast, he shuts the door behind him with another loud slam.

"Keep that fucking mouth shut," hand squeezing a the sides of your throat. He's fucked once or twice, never like this. In the back of his car, cock aching, in such a hurry. With the way you were acting it seems like it's only take a couple strokes before you tapped out, you had already been edging yourself in a way. (I mean with you grinding and whatever else and him stopping you every other five seconds.)

He unbuttons his jeans, briefly thinking about turning on the air-conditioning only to decide against it. Fuck it, let the windows fog up. (That'd be new too.) Katsuki doesn't even unzip his pants he just tugs at the sides and forces the zipper to go down itself. You brely catch a glimpse of his boxers before those too are tugged down his muscled thighs. Damn gym rat.

He rudely slaps away the hand you have between your legs, only to smack his dick against your clit. "Condom," you mutter.

"Didn't I say to shut up," it's a nasty snarl, yet still you have the balls to smile at him.

"Please," you spread your legs for him.

"Didn't bring one," fuck please don't tell him this is what's gonna cock block him. He'll fucking destroy this car with the amount of anger that wants to blow. Yet you ever so seductively reach into your bra and pull one out.

"Here." You take it between your teeth tearing at the packaging while he pumps himself. You pass it over to him, the wrapper gracefully falling somewhere underneath the seat, condom rolled on in a blink. No prep, just his dick getting shoved into you.

It's a stretch, a painful, hissing stretch. Your tugging at his shirt pulling it off of him while you adjust, his hands sliding up and under to unhook your bra. "Move," it's a command, an order. And despite his big fucking ego, he listens to you. One large hand placed next to your head, the either forcing your shirt up as it ghost over your body. Your scratching at his back, and rubbing his scalp. It's an odd combo of pain and pleasure for the both of you as a result. "More," you're shouting now, "more," you gasp.

"Take your shirt off," his voice is gravelly and out of breath. The hand once fondling with your breast is now gripping under your thigh. It's pushing your legs up and up and up, till they're resting right on top of his strong shoulders. Your pussy clenches around him upon feeling the muscle moving under your legs. His mouth comes down to suck your right nipple, eyes staring dead into yours.

Fuck you're cuming, quick with his name on your tongue. "Not fuckin' done," he groans, grinding into you with another thrust. "Don't even think about movin' didn't-" He hisses, "fuck, didn't get to cum yet." Another grind and then he's bringing a calloused finger to your clit.

"Katsuki..."

"Yeah baby," it's low and husky, drawing more slick from you.

"Was lying about the condom." He gives you a harsh thrust at that, clearly fucking pissed. "Don't give a shit about it," he nearly pulls all the way out to slam back in. "Just wanted to-"

"Get to the fuckin' point," other hand squeezing at your throat.

"Want you to come in me," you're fucking yelling. "Please," begging.

"Fuck baby, that's enough to make me come on the spot."

You whine at that, "no."

"No?"

"No, please. Inside please."

He pulls out, smirking when he sees how your walls clench around the empty space. "Missing me," he teases rolling off the condom carelessly dropping it onto the floor. In a snap he's back in, three strokes and then he's gone.

The liquid is fucking hot, it's scorching. You wanna taste, wish you would have gotten the chance to. The thought of that has your walls fluttering and coming a second time. Your eyes are all dazed and glossy, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. Carefully Katsuki pulls your shaking legs off his shoulders, while your hand reaches up to push his hair out of your face. "Fuck you're a brat," your lip tint smeared all over his lips.

It makes you smile all soft and gooey. "I'm tired now."

He snorts, pulling your underwear back onto you. "'Course you are," he tugs on his boxers and jeans. "Don't let any of that shit spill out you understand me?" He's pointing at you, face back to that scowl. You nod, pulling your pants back on. The both of you tug on your shirts, he moves to the front while you remain laying in the back. You find a sweater of his and tug it on while he starts the car, rolling down the windows to air the thing out.

"We're doing that shit at least one more time," he says pulling the car out of park.

"You're place or mine," you smile at him through the rearview mirror.

[gildedkrone]

Could you maybe write a Jealous!GhostxMaleReader...maybe Ghost gets jealous of Reader and Graves?? Dunno just want to see a jealous Ghost....I like how you write Ghost...it doesn't have to be Graves, it could be a member of Shadow Conpany...

- ☁️

Don't listen, I'm near 🔞

My first request, so I thought I would put a bit more effort into this fic than usual. It ended being written from Graves' POV? So I'm not sure if it's exactly what you wanted but I hope this is somewhere along the lines of the request :3

Relationships: Ghost x bottom!Male Reader Synopsis: A jealous Ghost fucks you into oblivion and Graves hears every single bit of it. Contains gratituous smut. A/N: NA Master List

“Hey there, sweetheart, need a hand?”

Phillip Graves, that was his name, right? Commander of the Shadow soldiers currently milling about the base as part of a joint operation between the 141 and Shadow Company. You follow his eyes to the crates of beer in the storeroom.

“Oh, Graves, right? Yea sure!” You heave two crates of beer off the floor and Graves trails his eyes over your way your shirt exposes your chest and abdomen with each exertion of your body.

He is not salivating. He is just admiring another soldier preparing a feast as part of the collaboration, a dinner and night of celebrations. Nothing untoward and nothing scandalous. Your request for him to grab the drinks jolts him out of his naughty daydream and he nods with as much grace the Shadow is known for. That is, not much.

The men are gathered in the rec room when both you and Graves return with alcohol. Soap and Gaz help themselves to a bottle each before you can put the crates down. Graves imitates your actions and places his crates down.

Ghost is sitting in an armchair all by himself, while Grave’s soldiers are fanned out around the room. Some eating, some drinking, mostly engaged in conversation or tabletop games. You crack open a bottle and he has to resist grabbing choking that sinuous neck and the bobbing of your throat. Ghost is nowhere at his chair and once he reestablishes visual contact, Ghost is standing by your side.

“You want a bottle, Ghost?”

The masked freak shakes his head and the smile on your face makes him green with jealousy. He wishes it was him on the other side of the smile.

“Of course, the LT himself doesn’t drink beer.” You dug around your pockets and reveal a metal flask. “Bourbon, straight from Kentucky.”

Ghost rumbles something affectionate and takes the flask. The mask is raised up to his nose bridge and Graves catches a sight of the pink lips and perfect teeth.

“Thanks, corporal. Appreciate your efforts.”

“Anytime, LT. Anything for you.” The skeleton hand on your shoulder lingers for too long for Graves’ liking.

The man looks up from you to meet Grave’s gaze. Inside, he spots something feral and territorial curling in the lieutenant’s eyes.

Stay. Away.

---

The rest of the night goes smoothly. Graves gets to spend time with you on the dance floor and his hand even wrapped around your waist at one point. You don’t seem to be too phased by the close proximity to him and he flashes a grin, all teeth and vibes.

He catches the boring gaze of Ghost, intensifying each time he went anywhere near you. Fuck him, he doesn’t own you and Graves is free to flirt with whoever he wants. The skull man is free to kick rocks if he doesn’t like it. Eventually, you are too tired to continue partying and excuse yourself from the dance floor. Graves watches as you say something to the lieutenant and his eyes are overcame by something fond and soft before a pat by a skeleton hand sends you leaving the room.

It's boring without you on the dance floor and Graves leaves his men in favour of turning in for the night. The base is huge and Graves stumbles around, trying to find his room and it is just bad luck Ghost is who he sees first.

“Ah, lieutenant, mind showing me the way to my room?”

Ghost doesn’t seem to be too pleased to see him, judging by the arms crossed but mainly, the eyes give away his ire and displeasure at seeing the other man.

“Down the hallway. Room 103.”

Graves thanks the man not before he is slipped a radio.

“You left this at the party.”

Wait, what? The last time he checked, the radio was still affixed to the holster on his arm. Before he can object, Ghost is gone.

---

“Ah, faster! Michaelo!”

The room is dim and the man lying on the bed touches himself gently to the sounds of porn on his phone. Fuck, Graves swore when the woman in the video takes the monster dick fully. His dick is semi hard and his hand gently strokes the organ to nurse it to full hardness.

“Shit!” Graves takes off his headphones. That isn’t—

“Ngh! Fuck, it’s not—” His phone clatters onto the floor as he jumps off the bed in search for the source of the sound. Sounds of a man being pleasured are definitely not from the video he is watching. His search stops at the radio Ghost passed him earlier. The green light flashes periodically, a sign the radio is receiving a signal.

A moan.

Not just any, but yours. He rushes to the table and grabs the radio. Raspy moans of desire. There is no mistaking it, that is you on the other side of the radio. Who the fuck is doing this!

“Ah, ah! Fuck, slow down!”

If he closes his eyes, his mind fantasizes the scene. You are all drunk on pleasure, mouth open as a thin trail of drool slicks down your cheek. Someone, a mystery person, bringing you waves of pleasure. Their hands? Or their mouth?

It should be him. It’s all so wrong. He should be turning off the radio and reporting whoever was doing this. But his mind taunts him with finding out just who you were with.

Graves retreats to the bed and lies down. His hand creeps ever closer to his dick and your moans are there again. The radio is jammed against his ear and his dick jumps at the breathy and sinuous moan. It tortures his soul to hear it and not be the one eliciting it.

His hand is no longer under his control and starts stroking.

“Fuck! Shit, what has gotten into you!” Sounds of wet slapping noises punctuate your groans into pauses. The other person doesn’t say anything and Graves is so fucking turned on, it hurts. Pre is all over his hands and the sound of his hands are filthy, but not as much as those in the radio.

Then, he hears it. A whimper, all soft and delectable. His hand grips the base of his dick and arrests his building climax. Shit! His favourite porn didn’t come anywhere close to the performance you are putting on in a room somewhere.

He wants to cum just as you do with your mysterious partner.

“If you—ah!—keep doing this, I won’t LAST ah!” The duvet is in between his teeth as his hands are moving at a feverous pace against his morals.

“Have you learnt your lesson, yet?” Graves stills his hand. Mr mystery is speaking.

“Yes! Please, I will be your good boy! I—ngh—will stay away from him!”

“That’s a good boy. Taking me so perfectly; I can feel you spasming like a cheap whore. Are you close, pet?”

His traitorous mind paints a picture of another man railing you hard and fast, bitching you in the process into a mindless whore who lived for cock and cum. Who, dares, to claim you?

“Yes, I’m—so—fucking close! P-please!” He grunts at the desperation in your voice to climax.

His finger scrambles to turn the knob on the radio to max volume and then, he can hear so much more. The faint creaking of the bed under the powerful thrusts of your partner, the whines and whimpers escaping your mouth driving him crazy and the reserved grunts of the man. Wet sounds of slapping and something obscene fills the room and Graves thumbs his dick roughly. The burn is something real and he desperately wants to know just who it was.

Who was bringing you so much pleasure, dear cock addled slut?

“Say it. Say that you want to cum.”

“Mmmh! Please, let me cum! I want to cum!”

“Say that you are my little cum addict.”

“I’m—” A sharp thrust breaks your speech and you groan. “Y-your cum addict!”

“Good boy. This is what you wanted, right? Flirting with that poor excuse of a man to rile me up. Well, this is your reward, love.” And a sharp squeal at what Graves imagines to be a bite on the neck.

Flirting with him? Who can it be, to be upset at Graves?

“Yes! Yes, I-I am all yours! Yours to use, sir!”

Sir? His hands pause and grip his prick loosely. Was it a nickname, or something more?

“That’s what I like to hear. You need to be bitched more often, love.”

“Yes! Yes, I want to be bitched! Fuck, please, ah!”

The knot in his abdomen is tight and squirming as Graves lets himself imagine the mystery man to be him. Your tight ass squeezing him hungrily like a sleeve thirsting for cum and all he has to give. The pillow fluffs at the commander’s head falling back into it.

“So beautiful and all for me. Do it, cum for me, sweetheart.”

That’s the cue and Graves’ eyes are closed in a grimace as he times his finish with yours.

“Ah, yes sir! Thank you! I—fuck!—” And the noisy squeal and cries of a man drowning in orgasmic bliss spearheaded by his lover’s dick. Graves chokes a cry as he came with a shout and a spray of cum over his heaving chest.

The orgasm leaves him boneless and he struggles to collect his thoughts. The radio flops onto the bed as a sweaty arm rests on an equally sweated chest. The radio is silent and the light is extinguished; no more transmission by whoever is doing this. He won’t admit it, but this ranks high on his naughty escapades.

Fuck, he really shouldn’t have done this. The mess on his cooling chest is hardening into sludge and he swipes a finger through it. Grabbing a bathrobe, a shower is in order to get rid of the stains of his scandalous voyeurism.

---

He steps out of the room into an empty corridor and heads for the communal toilets. Pass room 120 and the door to the room opens without warning. Graves slows and Ghost steps out from the room still dressed in his combat fatigues. His gloves, however, are gone and Graves sneaks a look at the exposed hand. Black nails? Maybe the man truly was a freak. He looks closer and there’s something dripping? A viscous cloudy liquid coating the thick fingers and Graves can’t stop his mouth from running itself.

“Howdy, you’ve got something on your hand, lieutenant.”

Ghost’s eyes remain impassive and he raises his hands to look at them and back at Graves. A glint in his eyes is all the warning he gets and Ghost is breaking eye contact. Then, those hands are wiping against the dark fabric of his tactical jacket and—

White and milky liquid separate into strings upon contact as they stain the pristine clothing.

That is—

“You look shocked, commander Graves. Do you need a medic?”

“Is that … cum?”

Soap’s hearty greeting stumps Graves as the sergeant rounds the corner and he makes a face at the sight of the Shadow commander. Sidling up mischievously to the American, he lobs an arm around Graves and pulls him close under a gaze Graves would describe as victorious belonging to the masked man.

Like a roman victor on a pedestal while luxuriating in his opponent’s defeat.

Soap chuckles. “This is why we don’t mess with the LT’s property, Graves. Did you truly think the corporal would be interested in you?”

“In someone who can’t even use his dick right while LT can do it all with just his arm?”

Mortification and humiliation burns and scorches his face.

---

Ghost wasn’t truly worried when he saw Graves flirting with you all night. You smiled and assured him you could handle the grabby Shadow commander and your lover nods, trusting your judgement but still hanging around to intervene if the bastard tried anything. Your cheery disposition and innocence was a fire drawing in the moths of military men and Ghost stayed to keep an eye on the man.

---

Graves swallows and the taste in his mouth all night—he knows what it is now. Ghost pulls up his mask to lick a line across his still dirty fingers.

His mind conjures an image of you, a man in the throes of desire and thoroughly debauched by the fist in your ass and your dick, angry and leaking in protest. Why would a man be lost in the height of rapture ever be interested in him?

Those lips mouth something. Sweet.

Total defeat.

[aemvnd]

𝓇.cameron. ┆ angel face.

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"y'like this, angel?" rafe coos softly, sounding sickeningly sweet against your sweet smelling neck, inhaling that addicting vanilla-scented perfumè you're always wearing, making his cock throb against his left thigh, hanging bare and heavy, dripping with small beads of pre-cum.

you nod eagerly, squealing as rafe begins pumping his long, calloused finger faster and harder inside of your weepy little cunt, adding another and stuffing it inside swiftly, making you mewl and release a breathy, high-pitched and feminine squeak at the sudden stretch.

"awh, is it too much for you, baby?" rafe teases mockingly, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses all across your neck, sucking the occasional claiming mark, his kiss-swollen lips trailing down to suck on the tops of your bare breasts.

"i know, baby… i know," rafe murmurs against your soft skin, before taking a puffy, perky little nipple into his mouth, suckling for a few moments, both of your nipples already swollen from rafe toying with them earlier, pinching and plucking them, making you moan so prettily for him.

"just need dad's cock, huh?" he croons, his voice darkening and sounding more gruff by the second, needing to be inside of you as soon as possible—no, he needed you now, right fucking now.

"it's okay, babydoll—daddy's gonna give his pretty girl what she wants, yeah?" he continues to ramble mostly to himself, quickly releasing the one nipple he was sucking on by swiftly moving down for a second, flattening his tongue completely and licking a stripe up your soaking pussy, needing another taste.

"fuck, this pussy... it's all mine," he growls, already lining himself up as he moves to settle more comfortably between your plush, spread thighs, so silkily smooth and smelling of your strawberry shortcake body lotion.

without waiting a moment longer, he gives his hardened cock a small squeeze, pumping it twice quickly, growing more impatient by the second, before gripping himself by the base and lining himself up with your dribbling hole, all wet and sloppy from rafe eating your sweet little cunny just minutes ago.

"you ready f'me, baby?" he asks, already rubbing his leaking tip up and down your glossy slit, before pushing inside of you without waiting for a verbal response, already seeing the look you're giving him with your big, doe-like eyes, all misty and begging to be fucked.

without missing a beat, or allowing you a moment to adjust, rafe continues pushing his cock all the way inside until he bottoms out, before beginning a frantic, nearly animalistic, but steady pace, watching the way tears are already streaming down your flushed cheeks, little moans escaping you.

"that's my girl, taking daddy's dick like such a good girl—fuck, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me," rafe grunts, practically pounding you into his bed, not caring if his father or sisters hear—rafe needs you, needs to fuck you, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was just as desperate for you as you're for him.

"yea, yes... daddy!" you mewl sweetly, breath hitching, your tits bouncing with every brutal thrust from rafe, but you don't mind, you loved when rafe used you like his own personal little fucktoy.

"that's it, baby," rafe puffs out, nearly breathless, panting and growing sweatier by the minute, feeling your perfect cunt squeezing him so tightly, he honestly thought he would blow his load any moment now.

"fuckfuckfuck—shit, baby, such a good little slut f'me," rafe groans lowly, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, sloppily kissing your already marked up neck, nipping and sucking and licking any inch of skin that he could reach.

"that's it... juuust like that," rafe croons into your ear, feeling your pussy quivering, knowing you're about to come for him any second now, hearing your small wails and whimpers, before he lifts his head and presses his lips against yours, tasting your cotton candy lipgloss, his tongue practically down your throat as he kisses you messily, passionately, possessively—like he's marking his territory over you.

and then, then, you feel it, your back arching and you're coming with a muffled, girlish cry that's swallowed by rafe's mouth, making him blow his load not a second later as he reaches down with one big hand and starts to give your little buzzing clit tiny, light slaps, making you squeak and try to squirm away from the overstimulation, from him.

"no, no," rafe says sternly, this time slapping your clit harshly and making you cry out once again, releasing a breathless chuckle after, his lips still connected to yours, your mixed salivas making both of your lips and chins shiny, but neither of you care—rafe likes seeing you like this, all fucked out, so weepy and submissive for him whenever he gives you a good, long, and hard fucking.

perhaps, just maybe, that's why he doesn't bat an eye at your small wail of protest when he shoots his load deeply inside of you, hearing your whiny complaints—but rafe doesn't give a fuck, you're his, and you'll always be his.