#he's just fucking with him for funsies they never even met

[vodkaslyme]

Their Heaven, His Hell

[tsorrow]

persona 5 headcanons i have because this game makes me insane (affectionate)

Ren and Akechi are both insomniacs

Ren develops a HUGE phobia of needles post interrogation. he pretty much has to stop helping Takemi with her research because of it. doctors visits are a nightmare and he can’t even explain why

Ryuji’s knee would occasionally give out in Palaces. he would try and tough it out until they got to a safe room. once Futaba joined the team, she figured out pretty damn quick what was going on and ushered them to a safe room whenever it happened. Ryuji never put the dots together.

Ren and Ryuji have asked Yusuke to make fake IDs for them.

follow up: Sojiro would be a “i’d rather you drink in the house” type of dad, but he isn’t with Ren purely because it would be a violation of his probation (not like PT shenanigans weren’t but you get the picture)

After Shiho’s attempt, Ann started checking in on everyone’s mental health a lot more often. no one really noticed except for Ryuji (since he’s known her the longest) but he didn’t mention it.

Ryuji and Akechi had a long conversation about Featherman ONCE (mostly cause Akechi was insanely sleep-deprived at the time). it was the closest the two ever got to bonding and they never mentioned it again

Iwai was weirdly relieved when he figured out Ren was a Phantom Thief because before that, he could not for the LIFE of him figure out why a 16 year old boy wanted THIS MANY model guns. did it make much more sense? no. but at least it was a better reason than other criminal activity (as if Iwai didn’t accidentally pull Ren into yakuza business but shhhh)

for a while, Futaba and Ren were effectively fighting for custody over Mona. They eventually settled on a schedule Mona did not follow, much to both parties dismay

Makoto bakes and is really good at it. she’s the designated baker for everyone’s birthday

Haru will frequently mention something she’s done that seems benign to her, only to be met with stares of disbelief from everyone else (she forgets she’s rich)

follow up: Haru will also say the most batshit thing in the sweetest voice that throws EVERYONE off.

double follow up: she’s the only Phantom Thief Akechi is even close to genuinely afraid of (scary Haru my beloved 🫶)

when Futaba got access to Akechi’s phone, she would occasionally just fuck with small settings for funsies. it caused Akechi so much distress at such a bad time

Futaba also has a backup of Ren and Akechi’s text messages to use as blackmail later.

[belovedmusings]

Lay me down tonight.

Explicit Smut 18+ 🚫Minors DNI🚫

You were loyal to your boyfriend, Megumi, before you met his estranged father at the yearly family get-together. The second you met Toji, however, the righteous and innocent person you were died, and in their place, an insatiable monster was born. Toji ruined you, and even now, you keep allowing him to ruin you, all behind Megumi’s back.

Relevant tags: shameless smut, infidelity, cheating, Toji is rough and dominant, Megumi is clueless, reader are a good liar, reader is a little depraved, everyone addresses you without the usage of “y/n” for better immersion, Megumi is aged up so that you’re both of age, ‘cause we are not gonna have Toji catchin’ a case up in here, that said, age gap between reader & Toji, minimal gendered language though reader is AFAB, Toji is a horrible father

Recommended songs while reading: older (Isabel LaRosa), Unholy (Hey Violet), Fucked My Way Up To The Top (Lana Del Rey)

A/N: infidelity is NOT the answer but this is a lil smut just for funsies so enjoy!

Read below the cut:

You remember exactly how it had first happened. It was a year ago.

You were meeting tons of Megumi’s family members at once, flying through greetings to cousins and aunts and uncles and distant cousins and great-grandparents—no one stood out to you until he showed up.

The large hotel banquet room the Zenin family had rented out sort of got quiet as he walked in. Your eyes caught on him, and after he scanned the room, unbothered by the staring, his eyes zeroed in on you and Megumi.

He’d tilted his head to the side in interest and then made his way towards the two of you. You heard mumbles and whispers about him.

“He wasn’t invited,” Megumi muttered under his breath in annoyance.

“Who is that?” You whispered back.

“He’s…well, I wouldn’t call him—”

“What are we whispering about?” The burly man said loudly, now in front of you. He looked amused and completely shameless. Now that you had seen him up close, he looked sort of familiar.

“I was just wondering who you were,” you told him, looking around. The family was watching with various degrees of surprise and disdain. The man laughed haughtily.

“Oh, I see. Megumi didn’t tell you who I was?” He asked with a salacious grin. “He didn’t tell me who you are, either. You’re holding out on us both, Megumi.”

Your boyfriend huffed beside you. “That man is technically my father.”

Your lips parted in recognition. That made sense. You’d heard a little bit about him, enough to know he’s a dead-beat and that Megumi never speaks to him nor gets along with him. The family doesn’t like him as a whole.

“What are you doing here?” Asked Megumi with narrowed eyes.

“Relax,” the man chuckled, leaning against a chair. “I just came to see my dear family.”

“You weren’t invited.”

The man just held his wolfish grin on his face. “I don’t care.”

His steel gray eyes found yours, and he raised a brow. “Now, I still don’t know who you are.”

You introduced yourself, along with your relationship to Megumi, and the man hummed. “Well, it looks like Megumi has good taste. The name’s Toji. It’s very nice to meet you.”

He gave you an unconcealed appraisal and it made you feel hot. Megumi scowled.

“Don’t overstep a boundary,” he spit at his father, arm winding around your waist in attempt to intimidate.

The longer you looked at Toji, the more you realized how hot he was. He seemed so buff his muscles were practically bursting through the black t-shirt he had on. He was tall too. So tall. And his dark hair fell in layered strands around his ears and chin—his face was handsome as hell, too. You could tell where Megumi got his looks from. He smirked at you with all of the confidence in the world. He was like a more mature, more experienced version of your boyfriend.

He was really attractive.

“‘Course not,” Toji grinned, rolling his eyes. He’s amused. “I just wanted to greet my son. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

“Please do.”

Please don’t, you thought, but he turned on his heel and walked towards some other family members, already starting to talk at them instead.

Megumi sighed heavily. “Damn bastard. I had hoped you never had the displeasure of meeting him.”

The pleasure is all mine, you truthfully thought to yourself.

You felt a bad desire growing inside of you, and it wasn’t long before what you wanted came to fruition.

You and Megumi had had to travel to get to the family reunion. As such, you were staying in the hotel they booked the venue in for one night before you went back home.

You were restless, and Megumi was sound asleep in bed. You’d never been to this area, so you figured you’d walk around the hotel, maybe get some melatonin from the convenience shop on the first level to help you sleep. Truthfully, you hadn’t stopped thinking about Toji and how hot he was. You wondered where he went. You and Megumi had left the reunion a little early because he was tired, and you hadn’t seen him again after your brief meeting.

You slipped on some sweatpants and a crewneck before putting your slides on and leaving a note for Megumi in case he woke up.

‘Went to get melatonin and maybe a snack. Be back soon.’

With that, you slipped out of the hotel room and walked down the hallway. It was the middle of the night, so you kept quiet, padding towards the elevator. You pressed the button to go down, and after a few moments, the doors slid open.

Your heart jumped into your throat.

Toji.

A grin instantly spread across his face. “Hey. Goin' somewhere?”

Your blood pounded through your veins as you entered the elevator. “Uh…I can’t sleep.”

“You can't?” He asked, putting a hand on his hip. Bluntly, he replied, “I can fix that.”

Your mouth went dry.

You couldn’t remember exactly what happened next, but soon the two of you were stumbling into his hotel room a floor below yours, the door slamming and locking behind you as Toji took you into a bruising kiss. Your arms were wrapped around his neck the second he lifted you into his arms like a weightless pillow, tossing you down onto the hotel bed in the center of the room.

He kissed you again and it was like he was trying to eat you whole. The things he would murmur to you in between lip locks had your head spinning with guilty pleasure.

“Megumi don’t know how to treat you right.”

“I’ll bet he ain’t fuckin’ you properly.”

“I’ll show you how a real man does it.”

Each kiss, each word, each touch drew you closer to insanity. You both had your clothes off faster than you could comprehend, and Toji was spitting dirtily onto your mound, starting to rub circles into the pearl at the apex with flattened fingers.

You writhed beneath him as he scraped his teeth over your neck and chest, only stopping to lick the hand that was rubbing at you to coat it with more saliva before dipping it back down and slipping two fingers inside of you at once.

He finger-fucked you fast and hard.

Megumi never did that to you. Sex with him was always very vanilla and straightforward. Kissing counted as foreplay and then he was inside of you, always in missionary or sometimes spooning you from behind. That was it.

God, you had no idea sex could be this wild and mind-blowing.

You had cum on Toji’s fingers with a cry, not caring if the people next to you heard, and then he kept fucking you through it, adding a third finger and spitting over it again to get you loose and sloppy.

He had a giant cock. That was why he opened you up manually, because it would have done damage had he just fucked into you from the get-go.

When he did enter you, it still stretched you out past your limits, both impossibly thick and long, and you wondered how the hell anyone took a dick that big.

You quickly found out how.

He simply made you take it.

He held you up by your hips, suspending your lower half with the strength of his arms while he pounded into you. You could hardly even recognize your own voice. It was reaching pitches you’d never heard from yourself before, sounding so debauched and wanton you’d think he found some hooker off the street and paid her to moan like a porn star.

You swore you could feel his cock in your womb. With how big he is, you wouldn’t doubt it.

“Megumi doesn’t have a damn clue,” he had grinned to himself, looking at you as he split you open repeatedly. “Sleepin’ like a little bitch while his daddy takes care of you for him.”

You moaned loudly. “Toji…”

“That’s right,” he praised, “Whose cock is inside you right now?”

“Yours, oh—yours…”

“Say my name,” he growled, slapping your mound. You jolted, shivering at the harsh pleasure it gave you.

“Toji,” you mewled, scratching at the bed comforter. He was fucking you hard enough you knew you were going to cum from brute force alone.

“You belong to me now,” he told you. “You’re mine.”

That had sent you over.

“Oh my god!” It was a shout as you orgasmed, creaming all over his cock and onto the bed. He groaned deeply, shoving himself in harshly as he emptied his load inside of you, squeezing your hips so tightly they bruised.

When he’d pulled out, he watched his own seed drip from inside of you, sucking in a breath.

“You should do something about that,” he said. “Unless you wanna give your boyfriend a sibling.”

You shivered. Toji really didn’t give a shit about his son.

At that point, you knew you couldn’t pretend like you had any moral high ground either. You slept with your boyfriend’s dad. You cheated willingly. There was no sugar-coating it.

You had limped your way back to your room and cleaned up in the bathroom, falling asleep next to a still-sleeping, oblivious Megumi.

What’s worse is that a year later you’re still going back for more.

You and Megumi are still together.

He has no clue about Toji, and you want to keep it that way. The two of you barely mention him. He only talked about him the day after you met him once to say that he left when he was seven and never bothered to return.

You hide your affair like it’s your job. So much so that now you’re on birth control. Beforehand Megumi had just been fine with condoms, never making a fuss about them. Toji, as you had quickly found out, doesn’t like them. The largest available size is too small, he had told you, and besides that fact he likes feeling you bare. He doesn’t bother to pull out either, so not wanting to risk pregnancy as well as not wanting to spend fortunes on emergency contraceptives like you had the first time, you just get on birth control instead. You also only ever meet Toji at his place, since you know Megumi doesn’t know where he lives and you currently live with your boyfriend. Having Toji over could easily end awfully. You don’t take chances.

Tonight, you’re seated in Toji’s lap at his apartment. Megumi is away on a business trip, and you’ve been staying at Toji’s place for the past few nights. You’ve had so much sex you can barely think straight, at this point. Since you walked in he was on you, and you’ve christened every surface in his small apartment. The doorway, the living room, the wall of the hallway, the bedroom, the bathroom shower, bent over the sink, the kitchen counter, the table, too…everywhere is free reign.

Right now, you’re facing away from Toji, back to his chest while he bounces you on his cock, burly hands clamped down on your wrists to keep you upright and prevent you from falling forward.

The lewd wet slap of your bodies connecting, his heavy breathing and groans as well as the desperate gasps you keep giving him are all you hear. You two hadn’t even managed to turn the television on before he pulled you in and slipped inside, only his t-shirt and nothing else on you giving him easy access to what he wanted.

Every time your body collides with his, his tip kisses your cervix and it gives you a jolt of pleasure. He’s so deep inside it feels like he’s rearranging your guts.

Then, from his slow and hard pace he suddenly switches up and starts ramming into you harshly, punching mewls from your throat.

“Toji!” You gasp, “Oh god, Toji!”

Your knees are bent and your legs are tucked under them, split apart by his own, and if he wasn’t holding you up right now you’d face-plant right into the floor. The danger and the trust it involves has your head spinning. How did you get here? This isn’t who you used to be—but you wouldn’t go back and stop yourself if you could. It’s too good.

He’s too good.

His right hand is clamping down on your neck from behind abruptly, other hand switching to your waist, wrapping around the front to forcibly arch your back, and you gasp as your air gets restricted, cock getting deeper inside with the new angle.

“Toji,” you rasp, hands covering both of his wrists just to hold onto something as the force of his thrusts start forcing an orgasm through your system. You sputter, body spasming as it begins to take over, building from the spot his tip keeps hammering and undulating through every one of your nerves, yanking a high-pitched whine from your compressed vocal chords. “Toji!”

You tighten around him as you finish, mouth falling open, eyelids fluttering as your vision unfocuses, covering his cock on your essence. He groans deeply, letting your neck go and instead pulling you flush against his chest, pressing your hips down as far as they can go so he can pump his load into you.

With a few sloppy thrusts, he’s cumming, coating your walls in what must be the millionth round this week. He groans deeply into your ear, keeping you pushed down on him, sensitive length throbbing inside of you with the aftershocks.

You then feel his rough lips dragging over your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to any skin he can touch, his heavy breaths fanning over your flesh hotly.

“So good for me,” his voice is hoarse and fucked out, and it makes your stomach flutter. Sex with your boyfriend is never this intimate—you’re never pushed to your limits. Toji does it every time and then praises you when you’ve pleased him. It’s so addictive.

You turn your face towards him and he covers your lips with his own, initiating a messy make out session that only ends when you need air. If you didn’t require oxygen, you’d have loved to keep Toji’s tongue in your mouth forever—you think that it could be your only form of sustenance if you had your way.

“When’s he comin’ back again?” Asks Toji. You draw in a breath to steady yourself. It takes you a moment to think.

“Two days from now.”

“Good,” his grin is beastlike. “I get to keep you longer.”

You grin, nodding, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. The position is a little uncomfortable though, so you end it quickly, pulling off of him.

He grabs your hips and turns you around, staring at you with dark eyes.

“Who said you could get off?” He asks, and you take a look at him, noticing that he’s half-hard again already. His stamina is seriously unmatched.

Before you can reply, he pulls you back towards him, this time your chest to his.

“I’m nowhere near done with you,” he says, and it’s done in such a way that you sort of feel like Little Red Riding Hood about to be devoured by the Big Bad Wolf—it thrills you.

And you’ll continue to go back for more.

—-

A/N: MAPPA better whore Toji out like they’ve done for Satoru, Kento, and Choso next week or istg

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[thatawkwardmoth]

Emma and Scott both having shitty parents (not Katherine Summers, I'm never talking shit about her) is just another reason they make a good couple.

Let me explain:

Scott is raised military before he's even a soldier for Xavier. It's little things that show it but, as someone who's dad was raised by a military man, sometimes it's hard for parents to leave the army for Base only. Scott, in the meager amount of scenes we get of his childhood, has almost the same mindest of Dean Winchester in a way. His father gives an order, he might protest but eventually, he always complies. Number one example being the plane crash and the one parachute thing. But also that he spends so much time worrying over Alex. Even after being forced to forget about him, he still remembers parts of him. And yes, it is because that's his little brother and he loves him so much. But it could also be because the phrases: 'look out for your brother', 'Keep your brother safe', 'Watch out for Alex', have been said to him since the day he met Alex in the hospital, newborn and fragile enough that Scott, even at two years old, knew not to be rough.

And it doesn't change, even on the Krakoa arc, he is angry over Alex being placed on Sinister's team. (And sinister referring to the brothers as 'his boys' gives me the ick. They Not Like Us vibes from his character in general when it comes to the Summers brothers…) He can't take care of Alex, make sure he's safe and sound, if he's on the same team as the guy who experimented on a preteen Scott for funsies and genetic testing.

Now, Katherine Summers, we don't have a lot of comics with her. But she's shown as the perfect mother figure, raising two rowdy boys mostly on her own with how busy Christopher is. And Scott and Alex remember her fondly. So no fault to her. But Christopher fucking Summers, every fault to him.

I'm not demonizing him, I need that known. I'm not saying that he's the next John Winchester (because at least he came back to check on his kids, unlike Corsair), I'm just saying that he raised Scott to be the perfect solider for Xavier and the perfect experiment for Sinister. Because he followed orders and he didn't argue back to adults (eventually he did, but you get the point).

Scott has so much unpacked trauma from his childhood and that small series where deplaced Scott is with Corsair doesn't really cover any of it. Neither do modern comics.

Emma, on the other hand, was raised in high society. Has always known the rich life and the challenges and difficulties that come with it. Mainly, her father's goals for her and her mother's long broken soul.

She grew up trying to be the perfect daughter despite being the black sheep. She couldn't meet his goals and faced his wrath for having dreams about being a teacher. His rage followed her into training the Hellions and it led to their deaths.

Now, it's not just her father's temper that is the reason she's got shitty parents. He's a cheater, a manipulator and discards his children like broken toys when they don't follow his strict guidelines of life, ex. Chrisitan being a drug addict, the older sister doing modeling, his younger being more goth and alternative for 'attention' as Emma puts it. Leaving him to pick Emma to continue his company because she's like him, a fact he learns after she blackmails and exposes his affair to his wife. He's willing to let Emma be given a pass on things purely because of his money and only stops her from hooking up with her teacher because it's not who he wants her with. No mind to the fact that he's an adult and she was a child. I hate the teacher thing. Can we tell?

He's a shit father but Hazel Frost is not exempt from my shit talking. She is not Katherine Summers. She's absent most of the time. Being the perfect socialite wife. She doesn't have a life outside of her husband's money and the parties she throws (more garden parties, not Tony Stark rager parties). She cares about her children, yes. But the tiniest amount. She can't bring herself to be there for them when they're going through difficult times. She's been broken by the expectations on her, to be the traditional wife, that she can't be bothered when the affair is revealed to her. It's heartbreaking and it makes me sad but it doesn't excuse the way she ignored her son's drug habit or her daughter's crisis with new powers and bullies at school.

Now Jean Grey has shitty parents but only after she is revealed to be a mutant to them. They sent her to Xavier's school to help her through the grief of her friend's accident and the issues she'd been having recently, not because anyone told them about her mutation. Now them rejecting her did hurt and they played a giant part in her turning into Dark Phoniex. But that happened when she was an adult. For her formative years as a child, they were present and lovely. Even as a teenager, it's shown that she calls them and writes letters and visits them on holidays. So, as much as I am a Jott and Scemma shipper alike, she can't relate to Scott's trauma and parent issues until she herself is burned and abandoned by her own. Emma, on the hand, can. She's had a shitty dad and Scott's had two and one creep that is obessed with him. She's had to mature faster because of her father not paying her ransom and making her rescue herself and decide to run away. Scott can relate to her running away, seeing as it is his favorite thing to do. Ex, the orphanage, Xavier's, Alaska, so on and so on.

Emma has even lost loves before! She was geuinely in love with the guy waiter from the comic series about her life. Was distraught when he died. She's been scorned by lovers before as well. Her teacher that she had a crush on and sabatoged a few friendships in college for (stupid plotline. stupid. stupid.) eventually reveals that he hates mutants and sees them as freaks, making Emma leave him and never look back (finally, my girl was free).

Jean hasn't. She's never lost Scott except when he cheated. She's never had to grieve him or bury him as many times as he has had to for her. Even Madelyne, who scorned Scott for reasons purely blamed on the absolute worst comic book misunderstanding and miscommunication ever, has never related to Scott on those levels. Emma has buried him and been scorned by him and still loves him, is the one he trusts with his resurrections in the Arbor Magna. It really speaks volumes.

And I'm not pitting the two ships against each other. I'm not. I'm pointing out the differences in the way they can relate to each others' pasts.

[slutouttanowhere]

WIP WEEK

Drew McIntyre x (plus size) Black!oc

Warnings: Not for Minors, unprotected sex, light fem dom mentions, rough sex.

A/n: aside from the fact I’ve been desperate to post something, it’s a wip week, and this is a scene for a fic that’s already posted(‘Never Lose Me’ see masterlist). The chapter in general was already getting way too long so I cut this part out so I guess you can call this an alternate ending….that still somehow isn’t finished. This wip even though it relates to an already made plot, I remixed it a little for funsies. Hope you enjoy, follow me for more. Title inspired by Better Than Me by Doja Cat

Better Than Me

Drew hooked his finger underneath my chin, and gently turned my face back to him, his gray-blue irises looked like a stormy sky. His eyebrows drawn together, he said, “She never took me away from you.” He declared, no longer upset with him, and Mandy long forgotten, I launched myself onto Drew’s side of the sofa. My arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, and my face nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

A strong scent of tea tree mint wafted into my nostrils, my lips turned upward into a smile for the first time today. Just as he was wrapping his arms around my waist I pulled back, “Are you still washing your hair with the same hair company I recommend?”

“Of course, why would I change it?” His lips curled into a playful grin, my fingers played with his soft, dark hair. He never let it get too long, he usually kept it trimmed at his shoulders. His hands crept underneath my sweater top, caressing my skin, slowly moving up, and down my back. I straddled his waist, my knees on either side of his thighs, and I stood up on my knees so that I now towered over him.

“I love seeing you like this, so fucking beautiful.” He breathed, his hands slid up my thighs to my hips, then moved further up to my waistline and squeezed me in his palms. “So soft.” He whispered as his hands continued to worship me. On his way back down his fingers gently traced over the stretch marks along my hips before moving on to my ass. He gripped a handful of my booty in both his hands, and spread my cheeks apart. “Can I taste you…please.”

A dark sensation washed over me, and I was suddenly in the mood. My fingers gripped his hair with authority, and pulled his head back. Drew let out a deep groan, his nails digging into my flesh, but the stinging sensations sent a tingle down my spine and right between my legs. “I liked it when you begged me, you should do it more often.” I whispered, my lips just barely touched his, and when he tried to move his head to meet me halfway, I yanked his hair.

“Relax baby doll.” I teased, I trailed kisses down his neck, licking, and sucking his skin as I went. His body melted under my lips, I pulled his shirt over his head, and continued to pepper kisses across his broad chest.

When I get past his belly button he starts to make a fuss, “We don’t have to–

“Don’t speak unless I say so, you deserve this.” I snapped at him, Drew’s lips pressed together agreeing to be compliant. I understood that he could physically overpower me if he wanted, and since he didn’t I knew he craved this tonight.

“Look at where acting like a slut got you, right back to me.” I traced the line of hair that ran from his bellybutton, and disappeared underneath his jeans. The hairs across his chest, and stomach were soft, thin, and even spreaded. Such a drastic difference than when we first met, he was damn near hairless.

“Take off your jeans.” I ordered him, nearly jumping up off the sofa, and doing what was told. The cats had long since abandoned us, and my food had gotten cold as it sat half eaten on the glass coffee table. He kicked his jeans off, “briefs too cowboy.” I teased, he was hasty with his movements not wanting to waste a second, I patted his spot where he was sitting. “Sit.” My voice dropped to a whisper, I moaned out upon seeing his semi hardened cock. He was thicker than I remembered, fat even, it flopped around as he got back into a comfortable sitting position. The sound of his flesh slapping against flesh made my pussy tingle with desire.

He reached his hand down to wrap around himself but I smacked his hand away, a look of annoyance flashed in his eyes. “Oh you still think this about you tonight? You can leave ya know?” I folded my arms over my chest, daring him to challenge me, but he didn’t move off the couch.

“Desiree please—

I cut him off before he could continue, “Do it again.” I smirked, my heart beating excitedly, I was getting a rush of adrenaline from the power I was feeling.

“Say…please.” I mocked in a melodic voice, I sat perched on my knees beside him, I placed my hand on his thigh. His eyes slid closed, I leaned in, tucked his hair behind his ear, and softly kissed the tip of his ear. “I hate to have to ask twice.” I whispered huskily, my hand crept up his thigh, and up to his lower stomach. He still didn’t give, his eyelids snapped open, they sparkled with defiance. I bit my lip to hold back my laughter.

“Always thought you were a brat, that’s fine.” I shrugged, my hand ghosted over his tip, I watched his face closely as I gently swiped the pre-cum off with my index finger. He watched as I brought my finger up to my lips, flicking my tongue out, and licking the stickiness off. I licked my hand, then reached down again, this time gripping his dick in my palm; not too tightly, but just the way he liked.

“Shit, please, I just need to feel your lips. I missed them so much, please.” He begged, his breathing deepened, and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

My unoccupied hand reached up to wrap around the top of his head, I caressed his hair like a pet. “That’s a good boy, now, was that so hard?” I pulled my sweater over my head revealing my bare breast, Drew’s eyes dropped to my chest, I could feel his fingers twitch against my thigh where his hand rested. His eyes darted back up to my face, and back to my chest, wordlessly asking me for permission. I lifted an eyebrow questioning him.

“Can I touch you?” He blurted out as if he had been holding his breath, I stifled a laugh, and wondered to myself if this was how I looked when our roles were reversed.

“You can touch me anywhere you want.” I caved, though I’m proud of myself for getting this far, and astounded Drew allowed my shenanigans to ensue. I missed the way he touched me, he’s always gentle as if he might break me.

His hand slid from my thigh up the side of my hip, and around to my lower back. The other grasped onto my hand, placed it back around his dick, the tip of him peeking out more and more as he became more aroused. “Fuck, you always know how to stroke me princess.” He groaned, he grabbed me by the chin, and met me halfway in a deep, heated kiss. Our lips intertwined as we moaned into each other, wordlessly begging for more.

“Tell me what you want from me first.” Drew mumbled between kisses, his hands caressing my body, and found their way to my breast. His fingers took my nipple between his thick fingers, at first he squeezed gently as if testing his own strength, but then applying pressure.

My back arched, stinging sensation traveled down to the core of me between my thighs. “My pussy, I need it.” My whine, I held on to his large shoulder for balance. Drew sucked on my skin, following up with wet sloppy kisses, then repeating the same with my other breast. He presses his face into my cleavage then breaths me in, his hands on my back, nails digging into my skin as he drags them down. I let out a shuddering breath, for a moment we just stay there like that.

“Lay back.” He murmurs against my skin, then kisses me one last time before letting me go so I could reposition myself. I rest comfortably on the sofa pillows, my hands found their way to my breast, and lightly ghost over my nipples. The tickling sensation causes them to tighten, almost painfully; I open my eyes to see Drew already staring down at me, slowly stroking himself. I place my feet on his thighs, and slide them up, replacing his hands. “Fuck, that feels good princess.” He moaned as I gently brushed my toes against him, his eyes closed for a moment, and his breaths deepened. Grabbing me by my legs, and pushing them back further, and spreading me open wider. He lowered between my thighs pressing his lips softly, and leaving a wet trail of kisses down to my core.

“Spread it open for me sweetheart.” He instructed huskily, his chest rising and falling, and sweat lining his forehead. His eyes watched mine as my hands moved down between my sticky thighs, I slipped two of my fingers into my vagina. Drew’s eyes were intently focused on my hand, when I slowly pulled my fingers out, and spread myself wide for him. He licked his lips, then gently, he pushed himself into me. Not only had it been two years of not being with him, but a long two years of not having the touch of a man at all. I had hit a depressive low causing my desires to fully leave my body, I didn’t want to be looked at or touched by anyone but myself. Drew stretched me in a way I had forgotten about, he slowly, and carefully slid into me. At first the pain was unavoidable, my hands gripped his sides, and I couldn’t help the way my nails dug into his flesh.

“Drew.” I cried, my eyes began to water, but soon the pain was gone after a few more thrust. My muscles gripped around him, and my arm hooked around the back of his neck.The way he was rocking my body from his rough hip thrusting I needed something to hold on to.

“I know princess, it’s been a while, but I swear to you I won’t make you wait any longer.” He grunted, his accent thicker than before, and I loved every bit of it. My other hand pulled at his thick, dark beard, our gazes intensely locked on each other, and our breaths nearly matching.

“I bet you never fucked Mandy like this.” I breathed out, his body lowered on top of me as if trying to get as close as humanly possible. His body weight pressed me into the bed making it difficult for me to breathe, but his strokes felt too good for me to care.

“Fuck no baby, being inside you is something I’ve dreamt about—ugh god you’re pussy is so fucking good, I wanna cum in it.” He moaned out, he slowed his pace nearly pulling all the way out of me, and slammed back in.

Wrapping my legs and thighs around his waist, and arching my back off the sheets, my words came out barely above a whisper but he heard me. “Give it to me.” Without hesitation he wrapped his arms around me holding me closer to him, his hips drilled into me at a pace I couldn’t keep up with. Both our bodies overhead in a sheen of sweat, my bonnet long since slid off, and all my coils fanned out around my head.

“I'm all yours, fuck I’m so close.” He whimpered out, I couldn’t even see straight, my muscles were tense, and my pussy throbbed pleasurably. The back of my head pressed against the pillow, I could feel my own wetness roll down my thighs, and I knew I was done for.

“Tell me I’m yours, I need to hear it, please.” Drew begged in my ear, his lips pressed to me, and I wish I had the ability to argue right now because I sure as fuck didn’t have the ability to talk.

“Mine, mine, mine, you’re —ah!” My own orgasm cut me off, my words caught in my throat, my whole body prickled with goosebumps. Never had he made me cum as hard as I did right then. My hips twitched and spasamed underneath him, but that didn’t stop Drew from finishing us off. His hot stickiness shot inside of me, it was enough to fill me up twice, and he didn’t stop there. He pulled out of me, and watched his milky white semen spill out of me. His hand was still wrapped around his shaft slowly stroking himself, his head fell back as he sat on his knees before me. Mouth hung open, and his eyes screwed shut, I knew he wasn’t empty yet.

“Fuck I’ve got more baby.” He breathed…see I told you.

[zabala0z]

Okay so, I just finished MAG 100 (Wild guys holy shit) and I saw the next ep is like 50 minutes long??? (EDIT: okay I was wrong so ignore that) So I’m gonna post my 4 episode thoughts now since whatever MAG 101 is gonna be, it’s gonna make me have a lot of thoughts:

MAG 97: We All Ignore the Pit

Okay, so, there’s a lot here that I didn’t realize at first glance. Who the hell was that old man??? My first thought was Simon Fairchild because he said “nothing for you down there. You just go and enjoy your sky” but then he like spat mud and that’s something Simon had never done before, not even like a hint of dirt shit. He also was described as mean and Simon, from all the statements, was a pretty chill guy?? Like he was friendly, amiable, etc. so I don’t think this is Simon.

Who was the old woman and the blue eyed guy? I thought it was Gertrude since she would be alive around this time. Wait hold on I just thought of something. Like I’m writing and I just thought “man what other old woman is there??” Fucking Mary Keay. Could be. And the boy could’ve been Gerard or something. Or maybe I’m overthinking. I think I am. God.

ALSO NIKOLA??? WTF BRO. The fact she was like “yeah I stole this voice box” implied to me that she strangled the boss in Drawing a blank for it 😭😭 poor Jon, he keeps getting kicked around. Also creepy ass voice. Jesus.

I’m wondering how Gregor is her dad. Like I don’t think she met blood related, right? And how did she end up in the department store. Like duh it was the delivery service but what led there??

MAG 98: Lights out

Maxwell Rayner strikes again. Douchebag. Another darkness theme. Not much else to say but Melanie trying to poison Elias? Respect.

MAG 99: Dust to Dust

MICHAEL. MICHAEL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??

Guys you have no idea the scream I let out when Gertrude said his name. Like genuinely, this is like top 5 most crazy moments for me which is probably gonna get trumped in like 3 episodes but still holy shit. Like. I was fully hyperventilating.

Michael was Gertrude’s assistant. Like he was a human. I figured he was one but him being an ASSISTANT at the institute was not a thing that crossed my mind. How did The Spiral get him? Or did he go to The Spiral??

The Buried. Fun name. So I’m guessing it’s deal looking back is claustrophobia, dirt, earth, etc. gotta keep track of that. Now all the names entities we know of are up to 7! Funsies. Congratulations to Jon on getting kidnapped. We’re now adding to his trauma.

MAG 100: I Guess You Had To Be There

I’m dying of laughter what was this. Okay so every statement, while disjointed and not very said well, is important. The girl who saw a ghost on fire?? Well could be related to The Desolation. Y’know. Fire. The guy who lost his friend in the subway station, The Buried, I think. The guy who got lost in a maze and then just left because he was late? By the way, funniest thing ever like what the hell. Anyways that’s The Spiral and the guy with the spiders, I still have no idea. It’ll have a name soon.

ALSO PETER LUKAS. LUKAS. DUDE. The way how he says stuff, how cheerful he sounds, reminds me of Mike Crew? I don’t know if the Lukas family is also related to The Vast but the experiences sounds vaguely similiar enough.

Poor Brian. Bros now gonna be lost like forever 💀 okay so I think that’s everything. I see there’s a lot of parts coming up so anyone who wants to see me melt from lore won’t have to wait too long!

[sobbingstars]

SEASON 4 UMBRELLA ACADEMY SPOILERS!!!

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Hi! WHAT THE FUCK! My hot takes on this latest season bc if I don’t say these I’m gonna go insane.

Luthor: becoming a dancer was really funny. It was also kinda nice bc he was so ashamed of his body b4 when he was part monkey, so it’s good to see him being more comfortable in his own skin. And speaking of him being part monkey, that had NOTHING TO DO WITH HIS POWERS. His powers are SUPER STRENGTH, his father INJECTED HIM WITH MONKEY DNA OR SMT TO SAVE HIS LIFE. Made NO SENSE!

Diego: Diego being an absent/emotionally neglectful/bad father made NO SENSE! We saw him with Stan, he learned to be a father. Plus, he had his own issues with his dad, of course he would mentally do everything he could to avoid being his father. And also, him and Lila being in an unhappy marriage was so weird. Like, man was literally obsessed w/ her in season 3. What???

Alison: So we decided to not address any of her wrongs and just forgive her. She ASSAULTED LUTHOR. She tried to KILL VICTOR. SHE KILLED HARLAN. SHR TEAMED UP WITH REGGIE. Nothing??? Just forgive her for reasons??? That being said, Claire bear you were STUNNING thank you for being here and thank you Millie Davis, you were my childhood. But also, girl??? Show some support for your uncle. He needs help sometimes, just bc he’s immortal doesn’t mean he doesn’t have feelings :(

Klaus: I actually think they didn’t go super wrong with Klaus. Him becoming super paranoid after losing his powers made sense bc he died like every other day and just didn’t notice bc he just kept coming back, so I’d be afraid of everything too. And I think him being scared to have his powers again bc he was afraid he’d relapse is honestly so in character. That being said, fake that he didn’t even consider talking to Dave once he was sober and had his powers and wasn’t actively trying to stop the end of the world. And yall don’t even know how upset I was when he started levitating with his SHOES ON. NOT COMIC ACCURATE.

Five: WORDS DONT DESCRIBE MY RAGE. BECOMING A CIA AGENT? WHEN THE WORLD WASN’T ACTIVELY ENDING AND HE COULD JUST RETIRE? YOU KNOW AT LEAST ON OF HIS SIBLINGS WOULD LET HIM STAY. AND FALLING IN LOVE WITH LILA?? IT MADE NO SENSE, WAS SO OUT OF CHARACTER EHRN HE LITERALLY WAS LIKE ‘Lila would be stupid to throw away her happy life’ AND PROCEEDED TO WRECK HER HAPPY LIFE? I GET THAT IT WAS SEVEN YEARS BUT GOD DAMN FIVE, YOU WERE MARRIED TO DOLORES FOR THIRTY! AND THEY DIDNT EVEN BRING HER UP! NOT ONCE! AND JUST GIVING UP AND LETTING THE WORLD END? FOR FUNSIES? ABANDONING HIS FAMILY? NOT GIVING TWO SHITS? MAN ENDED THE WORLD THREE TIMES TRYING TO SAVE HIS FAMILY! HIS FAMILY IS ONE OF THE ONLY THINGS HE CARES ABT AND HE WOULD NEVER EVEN CONSIDER GOING AFTER HIS BROTHERS WIFE! Five Hargreeves, they could never make me hate you, but what the FUCK!

Ben: So unrealistic that he didn’t break down any his siblings all being dead once. We deserved a heart between him and Five where Ben was like ‘All my family is dead’ and Fives like ‘I know how that feels’ bc his siblings were dead for 40+ years. Instead, he just had no character development at all and just died bc of a girl he met once. The only reason I was a little sad when he died was bc of season one and two Ben who was so sweet and amazing and season three Ben who just wanted to be loved and accepted. They didn’t even have any relationship development between him and Jennifer.

Victor: I’m sorry, he owns a BAR and was an awful boyfriend?? WHAT!? I was hoping we were gonna have this emotional scene where he plays the Violin again bc he hasn’t played it since he ENDED THE WORLD in season one, and he would be happy bc Violin was a genuine passion of his and he was gonna no longer be afraid. And being a bad boyfriend?? Unrealistic, he was so kind and good with kids??? Are you kidding??? That being said I really liked when he stood up to Reggie. That was rlly funny.

Lila: Yall know what I’m gonna say. You just KNOW. I GET that transitioning from full time assassin to full time mom would be a hard switch but you’re telling me she WOULDN’T have ANY sort of job? NONE??? With all her family being back in her life? She’d just sit in the house? And she wouldn’t sit in the house and be unhappy. She would absolutely call Diego out on his shit and complaining problem and he’d be like ‘Yes ma’am.’ Bc their relationship was so fun in season two and three and then they made it into a no-fun, unhappy marriage, and Lila just had so little of her original personality. And her liking Five was so weird. She sees him as a KID. He LOOKS like a kid. Made no sense.

Reggie: Actually wasn’t a total ass this season. Got into a malewife/girlboss relationship. Managed to actually have feelings. That being said, why how the fuck was he an ALIEN IN SEASON TWO??? I get that his wife was the one with the weird power things, but they just??? Never explained it??? What was going on??? I was so confused this ENTIRE SEASON.

[idcpxseur]

MORE random hcs that will potentially appear in my rewrite

not all of them are headcanons, some of them are lore drops that i decided to throw in for funsies

ive had this sitting in my drafts for so long

[ link to my last hcs post in case ya missed it ]

aphmau is obsessed with dating sims (this was inspired by me discovering blooming panic)

aphmau is a compulsive doodler. to the point where she keeps a little notepad in her bag so she doesnt draw on her hands

laurence is visually impaired/going blind

travis, garroth, and katelyn have all gotten their tongues stuck to frozen lightpoles in their lifetime

dante & travis are childhood friends and travis had a crush on dante in highschool

katelyn and lucinda met in middle school and have had a weird love/hate relationship since

cadenza, kiki, and zoey live in a neighborhood close to the main cast

nana goes by [kandi/honey/sugar] not kawaii chan (there was no way i was keeping that stupid nickname. havent picked which nickname shed go by)

aphmau loves dating sims and got katelyn and nana hooked on them too

nana is actually a magicks user just like in mcd

she uses her little maids to do her chores around the house (katelyn and aphmau hate her for it)

aphmau had a fnaf hyperfixation and infected the entire group with it

aside from nana, who hates anything even remotely spooky

during halloween on mystreet, aaron has dressed up as ghostface

everyone lost their minds

aside from aphmau and katelyn, who laughed at everyone losing their minds

nana actually has an intense fear of relationships which is why she obsesses over other people's relationships because she romanticizes them in her head

garroth, despite also being of the fruity variety, is the friend who buys anything rainbow and gives it to his gay friends

laurence has been and will continuously be the main victim of this

garroth also has no idea what a lot of the flags mean despite everyone reminding him

katelyn has bpd

and he frequently wears crop tops to show it off too

travis is a lil sleepy guy. if hes not doing something important, you can and often will find him curled up snzzing

and we love him for it

aaron is the friend that carries around shit for his friends

specific stim toys for specific people (chewables and clicky keyboards for aphmau, a puzzle ball for zane, soft weighted plushies for nana)

hes got a man purse /hj

aphmau has two long, jagged, faded lines on her back that she was born with. they look like were once deep scars

but theyve never went away and only seemed to have gotten bigger??

while not a big practicer of the craft, travis seems to be really good with witchcraft and magicks

no one knows what his magicks is though because both lucinda and nana have said it feels off

aphmau used to scare zane in a weird way. which is why (aside from just hating everyone and everything) he avoided her for so long before they got close

that fear is gone though

...mostly

travis has dressed up as spiderman for several halloweens in a row

aphmau and zane have gotten hyperfixated on beetlejuice together and dressed up as bj and lydia for halloween and cons

not at all inspired by myself and my best friend wdym

okay this hc list is even longer. i was supposed to be writing but i ended up... not doing that.

anyway thats enough for today!! sorry for my absence im focused on actually pushing out the fucking rewrite instead of just yapping about it

[dootznbootz]

Are you feeling funky enough to give us some Diomedes + Sthenelus/Odysseus (idk how many ships Dio has, I'm sorry) thoughts?

(anonymous because you most likely already know who I am)

Disclaimer: This isn't canon to Dootzverse Epic Cycle anymore! Diomedes and Odysseus are no longer Exes but just coworkers like how they are in the Iliad. Diomedes being around 20 and Odysseus around 30. I only made them "exes" because I thought I needed to have them "romantic" in some way at some point in order for fandom to be nice to me. :') But that's silly and so Odysseus still has an "ex" that was basically only a month long romance and all that except it's a different Achaean >:3

I'll let this post stay up for funsies though :P

I actually don't know right now. I am that fried, Iro :D

DioSthe are my boys and I love them a lot. I sadly don't know everything about them but I still love them a lot. Sthenelus is Diomede's little hypeman and that means SO much to me. They've known each other for a long time and are basically QPPs for a long time. It's a thing where Diomedes doesn't think much of it sadly for a long long time despite still caring about Sthenelus but he doesn't realize how deeply he means to Sthenelus until YEARS later. I sadly don't have many fic ideas for them other than a basic confession and smaller moments throughout.

So like yeah, OdyDio is basically toxic exes because it's funny to me and because of how Odysseus treats Diomedes in the Iliad. They are basically this vine

Odysseus: Remember one time, I liked you? Diomedes: You mean the time when we were teenagers? When we were kissing but then you fucking bit me, called me names, and ran away? Odysseus: GOOD! Cuz never happened! >:D Diomedes: ... Odysseus: AH-HA! HAHA! 🤪 🖕(leaves, thinking he's "won") Diomedes:... Fucking...Fucking weirdo Sthenelus: Don't worry about him.😤 I don't even know why Athena likes him. Diomedes: That's exactly why she likes him...Why he's kind of cool too... Sthenelus: Oh ...Wanna make out? Diomedes: *sighs* Yeah.🥺

I don't know if I'll ever write this and if I'll just reference it. But basically, Odysseus and Diomedes FIRST met around 11-13 but didn't hang out as much as they're RIVALS. But had their "kiss" and "romance" when Odysseus was around 17 and Dio around 15-16. Odysseus just became king so he's just traveling just to do shit.

They're chilling but then they somehow get to talking about relationships as Odysseus has never really had one while Diomedes has. I have Odysseus Asexual/demisexual and basically had no relationship ever before because he has high fucking standards and usually gets mean to people who have a crush on him.

To me, Odysseus has always been a hopeless romantic (For Penelope, he plays wedding music when they reunite. their tree bed??? Men were expected to decorate their bedrooms before getting married but Odysseus went ALL FUCKING OUT WHEN HE DIDN'T NEED TO!!!|| How he talks to Penelope and talks about her??? He's canonically super romantic! He's always been a hopeless romantic and it's why he was "picky" about romance/marriage propositions before Penelope. anytime someone had a crush on him, he's not feeling it. He just fucks with them.

He's almost genuinely offended in a way, especially if they have barely spoken. Saying you want to hang out is fine as the friendship he's down for and you're safe as long as you don't flirt with him basically. But flirting or offering something??

A princess is now afraid of her woods because he pranked her to make her think it's haunted. Another young prince got set up related to Palamedes and was chased by geese up a tree. He has a reputation of being a BITCH. Part of the reason why Penelope is so fucking skeptical when he's all like "Please marry me!!! PLEASE!!! I'll do anything!!! I really genuinely want to marry you!!!". it's because of his asshole reputation to people who have crushes on him. He's a hopeless romantic from watching his parents interact and all the stories he's been told.

Irony is Penelope is the same as he is, so she treats him the same way. :'D What goes around comes around.

He often lies and says that Heracles is his favorite myth but Penelope gets him to admit it's actually PSYCHE'S myth that's his favorite. The going through hardships because you're so devoted??? 👀 Because you wish to reunite with your most important person/people??? RINGING ANY BELLS!!!!

ANYWAYS. They start talking and Diomedes talks about being aroace (different terms obviously) and Odysseus is so happy. There's someone out there like him! He always blamed his boar scar injury for why he is the way he is. (Post I made going into that) But now there's someone out there like him!

He already considers Diomedes a good friend/rival at this point so they have a bit of something. It gets to the point where they kiss. Mostly for Odysseus as he's never had one before and Diomedes was like "Well, we can always see if you feel something, and then stop." (he smooch Sthenelus but they have a QPR)

Odysseus is...neutral. About their kiss. This is what people freak out about? (I know Ancient Greece was openly affectionate. This is a mouth kiss and also, let me be dumb) He's just sitting, thinking.

Odysseus: "But...You're supposed to feel something?" Diomedes: Yeah? Kissing means you feel each others lips. It feels nice. Shows you care, you know? Odysseus: No, I mean where is bubbling emotions? What about all the songs and poems? Diomedes, being AroAce, younger, and genuinely not meaning to be insensitive and trying to simply tease: They're just poems, Odysseus. You just feel happy but it's none of the fancy words. I think you're making a big deal about this. I mean your lips are fucking chapped and you're a bad kisser but I still liked it, dude. It was still nice, right?"

Diomedes tries to say it as something playful and just messing around as I have a headcanon that Odysseus bites his lips a LOT. Just out of habit and as a (bad) fidget. But Odysseus is just...upset. This was supposed to be ROMANTIC! >:( Why would you say that?!?! He is embarrassed as this was supposed to be his first romantic kiss. :'(

Odysseus, being a hothead with no impulse control with rejection sensitivity, fucking bites Diomedes. Diomedes is ofc, confused and upset and then they just start fighting. Actually needing to be separated by others.

They don't see each other for a while....

They end up seeing each other again some while later. (probably some sort of competition) Where they apologize... but Odysseus still just... doesn't like Diomedes. Even though he knows HE'S the stupid one. Odysseus is prideful. Diomedes just reminds him of an extremely embarrassing, vulnerable moment where HE screwed up and he hates that..."Anytime I see him, I feel like wanna throw mud at him." Diomedes didn't do anything truly wrong but Odysseus is an unreliable narrator

They see each other again during the Suitors of Helen and Odysseus is kind of nervous what Diomedes will do as "Don't fuck this up for me, Son of Tydeus"

Diomedes is actually nice about it. He's happy for Odysseus. He's actually not too bothered by everything unlike Odysseus who holds grudges forever.

Diomedes: "So uh…dude." Odysseus: "What the fuck do you want? 🙄" Diomedes: "You like that daughter of Icarius, yeah? She's like, a naiad, right?" Odysseus, already clenching his fist in case he has to punch him: "…YEah." Diomedes, realizing he's fucked but continues anyways: "…Do you like her because she has sharp teeth?" Odysseus: "??? Not specifically?? Dude, what the fuck are you on about?" Diomedes: "…Well since you bit me when we kissed I didn't know if you were into it or somethin-" gets decked another fight breaks out between them

They are toxic 🤗 Odysseus is Diomedes' bully most of the time. Shoving him into lockers, gum in hair, He's an ASSHOLE. They kind of care about each other, but it has to be from a distance.

[defensivelee]

May I ask what you think would happen if the Six Lives characters met their historical counterparts? Because I feel that would be so funny.

oh that's actually so interesting to think about! I think there's quite a bit of potential there with the religious angles and all that-- so first thing's first I do not think any of them would like each other. I mean, the Six Lives characters, for the most part, are descended from devils!! generally, these were all Christian men! if they're not outraged by the existence of these characters and how I twist them around in the story, then they are at least annoyed bc many of the characters are certified Sluts™️ (i say that with nothing but love and affection). also, this is a very gay story. not sure how well that would go over.

In any case, I think the imagined individual reactions of the real people would be fun, so we can go over that too ^-^. just a few characters tho or i will lose my mind. go under the cut to see my lunatic explanations ~

William would not like six lives! William, period full stop, and six lives! William wouldn't like real William either. he thinks real William is a PUSSY for not eating de Witt himself, for not killing James himself, etc etc. real William thinks six lives! William is silly and ALSO a pussy bc I purposely made him kind of damsel-in-distress coded, so yeah... all the things William does in the tenth hot spring, real William would be like 'how the FUCK do you let that happen to yourself?' probably not the biggest fan of BDSM. also, he's really gonna be fucking Bentinck and make the rumors real? really? aren't you better than that, fake William?

Mary wouldn't like six lives! Mary either, for the reason that the latter Mary is incredibly VIOLENT. she also literally killed William once, so Mary likes that even less. however, six lives! Mary really likes real Mary, mostly bc she's what six lives! Mary wishes she could be. a non violent pretty princess, later queen, married happily to William, for the small price of switching up to what is probably a way less horny religion? she'd take it! i think she'd just be obsessed with real Mary for that reason. real Mary, despite being somewhat afraid of her, still feels bad for her.

Bentinck fucking despises six lives! Bentinck, bc i intentionally made him way worse than he was historically! i don't think he was one for senseless violence, and while six lives! Bentinck is kinder than many of the other characters, it's not rlly a helpful comparison... his kill count is in the double digits. the majority of the sex he has is also 🔥GAY🔥 so that would be VERY irritating. i mean six lives! Bentinck's whole existence is kind of slander poetry. however, six lives! Bentinck likes real Bentinck enough just bc he's super niceys and very loyal to William. ironically, he likes real Bentinck more for not killing people for funsies kek

real Marly, to nobody's surprise, hates six lives! Marly, bc WHY IS HE IN LOVE WITH JAMES ? WHY IS HE LETTING THESE THINGS HAPPEN TO HIM? my interpretations of Marly start off at the fact that he is in love with James, which is why he fears him later on-- real Marly never fell in love with James, so ig there's less to worry about there. six lives! Marly ALSO has lots of sex with men, which has even less basis than it does with maybe someone like William or Bentinck. real Marly probably wants this loser dead; however, it's a bit of a Mary situation again with six lives! Marly. he WISHES that were him, being in the english army sounds a lot easier to him than dealing with James' bullshit.

and finally, six lives! James thinks real James is painfully normal, which might say a lot about himself, and real James thinks six lives! James is literally his counterpart possessed by the devil. he has like this dramatic scrooge moment except he doesn't turn better, i think it just makes him more catholic tbh. also, six lives! James would tap that. im telling you, if theres a hole, theres a goal...

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

“Ex: I like Homelander and Damon Salvatore and they are both confirmed rapists”

Difference is Homelander and Daemon are characters you can enjoy watching onscreen, Aegon is as dull as dishwater.

Homelander is evil Superman on steroids, but his actor and script brings him to life. You love watching him, you don’t like him as a person but as a fictional character he’s absolutely brilliant. It’s the same for Daemon, Ian brought in his A game and it showed.

It’s the same reason Aemond’s a fan favourite, he’s deliciously evil and Ewan pulls out all the stops.

Tom was never given the same opportunity with Aegon II, all we see is a drunk rapist who likes watching kids fight to the death. There’s nothing to like, his actor doesn’t shine onscreen, he’s not memorable nor are people instantly drawn to him as an antagonist. He’s boring and TG are forcing themselves to like him.

Personally I don't like how they make Aemond in the show. Ewan would have done great as the psychotics maniac that is Aemond in the books instead of the "accidental killer–dutiful boy" they are pushing for in the show.

In terms of John (Homelander) and Damon it's also that they are actually complex and their backstory is actually sad. John was raised in a lab like a product and tortured as a child, Damon was raised by an abusive father and had to raise his little brother not to mention the Augustine thing. Aegon is a prince. Aegon is a prince with an absent father and a mother who wants him to be king (which is literally just a generic prince) Aegon was raise in privilege and became a rapist for the funsies, because he could, and no one ever said anything against it. His mother covered it all up. As child he was loved and revired (we see in episode 2) as a teenager his half dying father dragged himself to see him train with his brothers and nephews. As an adult he complains about doing everything (he hasn't) and cries, after his mother had to face one of his victims. He runs away, leaving his whole family to die (because that is what he thought) and later just liked the applause. He doesn't give a shit about anyone. His relationships are meaningless because he doesn't really care. He is a leech. That's it. He doesn't want to be loved, he wants to be adored, because that's what he was a child and that's what he thinks he deserves as the first-born son of the king.

Relationships between characters are very interesting and important but Aegon doesn't have this, because he doesn't really care. When he reacts about something that's happened to his family, it's his pride that is hurt. He doesn't really care about anyone. Even about his dragon, he was ready to change him for a new and bettered version.

And all of this could be very interesting to watch if they didn't try to put him as some wounded soul and lost puppy. He isn't.

On the other hand John has conflict, he does want to be loved. He is adored, but that's not what he truly wants, he wants love. He wants what he never had as a child which we see in his conversation with his mirror version. He is an actual product, he went through torture and was treated as a thing his whole life, even before he was evil. He was a sweet child and a sweet kid who just wanted to make his "father" happy. We even see this with Soldier Boy, how he is nearly crying when he thinks he finally found a father. He genuinely never had anyone at his side until Black Noir and by the time they met I think he was twenty and majority of the damage was done. During the episode of Diabolical we see that when he first was introduced to the public he was wide-eyed, he was like Annie, he genuinely wanted to be a hero. He is tired of people lying to him (what he sees as a betrayal) and actually kills people he cares about because he feels betrayed (Madelyn, Earving). And his mind is so fucking broken, it's really just shattered and it's heartbreaking to watch at times, he gathers sympathy for that. Then we have Ryan. John actually cares about his son, even when he doesn't know how to be a father. He doesn't want him to go through the things he went through as a child. He wants him to be happy. He turned his back on Soldier Boy attacking him (something he knew would kill him) because Ryan was hurt. He stopped himself from killing people because of Ryan. There is genuine love there. I'm actually scared of how they are going to adapt their relationship in season 4 because I hate the agenda that awful people can't love, they can. John is also incredibly unstable, he needs help from a professional, but he won't ever get it.

He is awful, but you can see why. You can empathize with him.

Damon is another example. Daemon loves with intensity. He loves Stefan, he loves Elena, he loves Bonnie and Alaric and even Enzo. He loved Katherine so profoundly he waited over a century to get her out of a place he thought she was in, he looked the other way while knowing she was with Stefan. Damon wants be loved, he wants to be chosen first, which he never was in his life until Elena (and Stefan but that was non-romantically). He always came second to Stefan. He is unstable, he fucks up, pretends he doesn't care and then tries to make it right before fucking up again. As a vampire your emotions are magnified and he was already intense as a human. He lives for love, he lived for his love of Katherine, then for his love of Elena and Stefan and he will die living for his love of Elena and Bonnie and Stefan's sacrifice.

He is terrible, has done horrible things, but he has a soul to him.

As characters, Damon and John have a soul. Aegon feels like a black hole they are trying to paint as a hurt soul.

[fruits-basket-addiction]

｡:*•. ❁my fruits basket headcannons ❁ .•*:｡

*Their family curse might be that their bodies transform into the 12+1 animals of the zodiac, but their family secret is like, a heavy drug addiction

*Shigure shoots up fentanyl (recreationally, for some reason he can't die), claims heroin makes him write better (genuinely can quit it anytime, he just doesn't)

*Ritzu is hung as shit, like, carries a footlong under that long dress of his, tried to pop your clit like a pimple; apologized

*Akito dosed Yuki with benzodiazepamines, he went into rehab by himself and met Jordan Peterson, that was his personal rehab

*Aya has the picture perfect cock, like it's in a dildo ad, goes to the urologist weekly, had a breakdown when it hurt him when he peed (it was just a small cold) and hasn't recovered since, tried to smoke tobacco flavored vapes because he wanted Shigure and Hari to accept him, they told him to kill himself

*Speaking of vapes, Hiro and Kisa vape in their free time. He likes the coke flavored vapes and she likes the grape soda, Kyo steals from them when they sleep and secretly smokes them on the roof, annoyed they never buy the orange flavored one (he hates the flavor but the color matches his hair so it's AWESOME)

*Kyo has a heavy coke addiction, his master is his coke dealer, the training was a tolerance test(he failed). The reason he's so on edge during S1? Withdrawals. The transformation is just his skin getting itchy :(

*Aya has a collection of cock rings, not out of pleasure, he just decorates them, and matches them with his fits.

Religiously takes pictures of them with the fit (like a BeReal situation). Tried making an instagram for it, but got banned. He has a high following on femboy sites. (is a power-top femboy)

*Hatsuharu and Rin do ketamine, she's heavily addicted and he just does it because she does, you know, sharing hobbiea and stuff.

*Kyo doesn't know where the clit is, but neither does Tohru.

She has never cum, thinks she did. Kyo thinks women cumming is a myth.

*Akito takes meth, Shigure said she's "too lame to try it" and got her addicted, he has no fucking remorse, thinks it's funny how she has hourly psychotic breaks lol. Hides the meth sometimes for funsies, and turns his phone off for days at a time (he's her only plug and she can't let anyone else know)

*Momiji has a 9 incher, but it's like...not even finger girth.

People get impressed when they hear the length, but they never ask about the width, so he thinks it's decent.

*Haru's left nut is comedically larger than his right one, makes him walk funny.

*The reason for Hiro's attitude is his absolute clitoris of a dick (they measured it once in his PE locker room and he got bullied for it).

*Kisa takes opioids, but she's still only addicted to vapes (lame ass).

*Momiji's heroic shroom dose made him gain the german accent in the new version, he's not even canonically german, just a brain fart.

*Kyo got his pubes dreaded once, Tohru called him a culture appropriator, the dreadlocks weren't intentional, he's just hairy as fuck.

*Haru never lets his patients get morphie'd up, stocks it up (for himself)

*Kyo watched that one South Park episode where they get high off cat piss, tries it to get a kick (during his tough times of withdrawal), smells like cat piss, placebo-d himself into thinking he's high as balls, Tohru called up an intervention. Instead of a psychiatrist, calls a psychic. Gets scammed out of the all inheritance money her mom left her (like $150).

Kyo kills the psychic with a bat (he just wanted to hit her, the withdrawal carried him away). He thinks the cat-piss is so potent, it makes him violent, he's just an asshole.

*Kyoko intentionally crashed the car on the curb and died because Tohru didn't tell her "be safe", just wanted to heavily guilt trip her for the rest of Tohru's life, succeeded.

*Shigure has an "Asian fetish", he, himself, is Asian.

*Kyo and Shigure have a heavy ass foot fetish, tried biting their partners' feet like cats and dogs go ham on their toe beans, it just hurt.

*If the human form's dick is shaved, the animal's dick is also shaved. Imagine seeing a tiny ass rat with an even tinier, shaved ballsack.

*Speaking of tiny cocks, some of the animals' cocks sizes is equivalent to the animal they are, regardless if they're human or transformed. Rin has a horse cock, is what I'm trying to say. She tries hiding it under those mini ass skirts. It's uncomfortable.

*Kagura does bath salts.

*Hiro huffs elementary-grade glue, does it the wrong way.

*Shigure is the only one who knows everyone does drugs (except Haru and Rin who do it together, and Akito who got Yuki addicted), is the family dealer. Only one who knows how to smoke (aka inhale) anything, when anyone catches him smoking weed/crack/meth/whatever mixture he makes that day, he gaslights them he doesn't know what the hell they're talking about as he blows smoke into their face. (his main argument is "you're high"). His high school girl thing is the fact that in his free time, he also deals drugs to them, and if they can't pay him in money, they pay him in other ways, but he doesn't do it out of pleasure, he's just chaotic as fuck. Anytime he gets the "other form of payment", he calls the girls' parents and snitches on them, (not about the drugs, just the payment, because he wants them to become addicted) and he says they lied about their age (even tho they're wearing full on high school uniforms). His cartel is his way of earning, fuck the writing. His secretary or whatever that bitch is, is his main distributor.

*Kisa's mutism is just bullshit; she doesn't open her mouth because it's always filled with vapor, and she can't let her mom find out.

*Rin neighs instead of moaning, gets super pumped up when they do cowgirl position, "I'm your cowgirl daddy" type of bullshit, turns Haru off in an instant, he can't really say shit, she still provides him with K.

*Hatori, Shigure and that third ponytail woman had LSD mixed with DMT, had a 10 hour trip that felt like 5 years, fully made up the Hatori's ex fiance character, it was actually just a rock.

*Tohru is stone cold sober, she just has an IQ of Theodore the Chipmunk. Thinks this is a daily occurrence.

[bi-functional]

Bottom right sequence reads “and when I move out—,” —> “yes. I’m sorry. I l-… love you too. Thank you.”

Now with more art !

So all this reincarnation talk for @tswwwit ‘s masterpiece has me throwing My little familiar au idea in the rings but its no where near as sweet or interesting as @kitty-serenade ‘s but if you like angst, hear me out!

Imagine a Dipper reborn with The Mark and what are his parents supposed to do? They love him sooo much they can’t possibly let him enter the Real World and be taken away by some Vile Demon!

So… they just keep him inside. They shelter him. They manipulate him and put him down all to keep him cooped up and ‘Safe’.

They care about his well being enough but… well who wouldn’t want to be known as the parents who Won against Bill Cipher? Like imagine the worst rich people ever who can’t Possibly be abusive of neglectful cause they give their baby anything he wants! They’re such good parents! Bill won’t stand a chance!

Dipper’s so broken down and rubbed raw by the constant emotional abuse that he has No concept of what living a life for himself might look like. In his eyes, he’s been trapped living the life he’s expected to lead to make his parents happy but ultimately, apparently, he’s also promised to a demon a few years down the line.

Like think of the possibilities here. Dipper who doesn’t have any Real knowledge about what Bill is and why he’s coming, he only has the info his parents have given him about how Bill will control him and take him away to do his bidding and possibly even Torture him!

Think about a Dipper who’s so dissociated and detached from his life as he realizes that he’s simply not meant to live a life for himself and that’s something he’s Never going to get.

Then you throw in Bill, who’s going to show up and rescue his sapling from this fucked up weird emotional monstrosity of a place that just Reeks of despair only to find? Unlike all the other pinetree’s he’s come for these past centuries this one… is… compliant? And imagine Bill, being reminded of a Dipper just as unresponsive and depressed from the very first time they met only now he has No Idea what has caused such a huge break in character.

No matter how much pushing and prodding Bill gives, Dipper just doesn’t budge, waiting for the inevitable. And Bill is such a narcissist that he doesn’t realize that his speech pattern Also affects Dipper’s reactions. ‘Hey Sapling, I wanna explore the woods let’s go.’ ‘Pinetree I’m tellin’ ya, it’s not worth it let’s not even bother.’ He’s doing and suggesting things he knows Dipper would like and help cheer him up but… unwittingly taking any choice or input from Dipper away. Think of it as a learned don’t speak unless spoken to kinda trauma. Bill’s not doing anything wrong! He’s just… not getting any results.

It would be such a fun concept to play with in a really heartbreaking way. Imagine a Bill who’s finally relinquished his hate for the word love, who might on occasions let it slip just for a shock factor, uk for funsies, only to come across a Dipper who recoils at the very thought because he’s simply never seen it, and thinks something like that doesn’t get to people like him.

Imagine Bill, suave and rich with the universe at his fingertips offering Dipper love and glory and curiosity, only to find out that Dipper’s family had also showered him in ‘love’ and ‘riches’.

Like… imagine thinking Bill would just say well fuck it I guess I’ll wait for the memories to kick in and then live out the rest of this lifetime when it comes, cause he wouldn’t. Imagine a Bill so frustrated and angry tearing apart his realm for /anything/ that might give him a real direction to step forward cause all the usual things he has at his disposal aren’t gonna cut it this time.

Bill who begrudgingly starts asking the questions. Real Genuine Questions that usually tumble from his saplings mouth that he can give witty clapbacks to serve as banter. Dipper being the one to give the sarcastic and clipped remarks cause he’s so guarded against this unknown even though… maybe things aren’t that bad. He starts to unwind ever so slowly as Bill learns how to properly interact with him in a way that’s beneficial to both of them.

Just… Bill coming across a Dipper that’s been through the ringer in way’s Bill never anticipated. Even if he’s found Dipper alone or at wits end, he’s always had a fire and determination. He’s always had his spirit in tact. Bill being angry and upset about the reincarnation deal for the first time /ever/ cause he hates seeing that people hurt the one thing he loves in the entire multiverse and unraveled Dipper like a cheap sweater. Like the emotions and story you could weave for this that’s fundamentally about Love and Learning and never hesitating to do whatever’s possible to make things Work.

Like grgrgrg just a Bill who’s being faced with a Dipper who’s been abused but not in any way Bill’s encountered. Dipper who’s suffered abuse of the MIND. Which is Bill’s entire domain! The one thing in the universe that’s his fundamentally! And he has absolutely no power here. Bill who wants to reach in and fix and help for the First Time and struggling not only with his inability to do anything, but with the urge to help and fix in the first place. Bill who has to take care of Dipper the Human way and just grits through it cause dammit it’s worth it. Just man come on.

[murderoushagthesequel]

hey! i was interested in your regupete posts or whatever you called it. could you maybe give some more explanation? i havent heard of it before but it seems interesting.

omg ofc i'm always happy to talk about themmm- thanks for the ask! i am going to infodump though, so get ready for a long post lol

so basically regupete, known by many other names (my favorite being black plague), is the ship between regulus black and peter pettigrew. it seems kind of random and i did actually start shipping it as a crack ship but i just think they're so fun together.

i say they're canon because they were both death eaters of the same age at the same time with ties to the same people. obviously, peter was best friends with remus, james, and sirius, and regulus was sirius' brother. i just think it's so silly of them to be little plotting backstabbers together, yk? like they at least made out once in canon, that's just a fact. peter is just irresistible, even to the great regulus black!!!

can you imagine both of them being death eaters running around and torturing and killing people for funsies and being absolute menaces???

i also just think peter is a super shippable character which probably has something to do with the fact that he's rarely shipped with anybody and often pushed off as a character altogether. why not regulus with peter, honestly? they're both sarcastic and not quite enough for what people expected of them and silly little guys that i would like to keep in my pocket forever.

i especially started thinking about it when i looked back at one of my own pieces and realized how in awe of peter regulus was when he first met him and how much peter was showing off and i was like oh there's potential there.

so for my personal headcanons, regulus met peter and was like omigodhe'ssocool and peter is like really good with spells and really kind but also hella sarcastic and witty which reggie loves. not to mention he's gorgeous. regulus is peter's best friend's little nerd brother who's really secretly quite fit and effortlessly amazing at quidditch. i mean come on, everybody knows everybody had a crush on both of them why not each other, huh?? explain that!

don't get me wrong i still fucking adore jegulus, but i also really like regupete and given their canon potential i think they need more attention! in the case of jegulus, i personally think it's hilarious that regulus and peter hooked up once or twice and james was soooo upset and they never let him forget about it. it just. comes up in conversation all the time, and every time james doesn't let go of regulus for like 5 business days (that's part of the reason they do it).

that's my little two cents on regupete/lionrat/plack/black plague!! atp i might have to add a canon-compliant or canon-adjacent regupete story to my list of things i want to write *sigh.* i'm already coming up with ideas, goddammit

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK, ANON!!! this was really fun and honestly cheered me up so much to write! we all need to infodump every once in a while :D

tags for my regupete partners in crime :saluting_face: @canyouhearmyfear & @ringaroundtherosier

[yukidragon]

Will u make more of your take on aphrodesia!Sunny day jack? No pressure if u dont want to!

I’m so glad you want to see more of the Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack and Aphrodesia crossover AU! I certainly want to do more with it, particularly writing some short fics and art in that setting. For the most part I’ve been taking a break with writing and drawing in general to recharge (which is why Sunshine in Hell hasn’t been updated in a while), but with the occasional writing blurb here and there for funsies. It’s kind of like the writer equivalent of doodling.

Since you were so kind to ask for more of this crossover AU, and in the spirit of celebrating the kickstarter getting successfully funded and reaching 300 followers on my twitter, I suppose I could post a little narrative doodle. I’m not sure if I’ll actually finish this little rough snippet, but I had fun making it. Maybe you’ll like it too.

If I do wind up finishing it, I’ll be sure to post the polished version in Sunshine in Another World. I hope you enjoy it!

Oh, and as a heads up, this flashfic is for Adults Only. These fandoms are for Adults over the age of 18 Only. Things are pretty explicit right from the outset, and it’s a bit kinkier than my usual spicy writing, so it’s going to be entirely hidden behind a cut.

I never thought I’d be writing a smut piece about cockwarming with a mafia boss, but here we are.

...

Alice had to learn to be patient about a lot of things ever since she was inducted into the Sunny Family. She had to learn how to sit still and focused for hours to be an effective sniper. Back when she was barely hanging onto the lowest rung of the family she had to be patient and ready to be summoned at a moment’s notice by her boss. Most of all, she had to be patient until her debt was paid off, and she could finally leave this bloody life behind her and return to her real family.

One thing Alice never thought she would have to be patient for was for Sunny Day Jack to just fuck her already.

Ever since the two of them got together officially as a couple, Jack never seemed to be able to keep his hands off Alice. Well, admittedly he had a hard time keeping his hands off her since the day they met, but he was nothing if not respectful of her boundaries. However, at some point their physical contact crossed from platonic hand holding to a heck of a lot more. It had been such a striking change in her life, going from never having sex to making love practically every day. They spent every single day together, and it was rare that they wouldn’t wind up naked and entwined together at some point.

Despite how active her sex life had become recently, Alice still had no idea how she wound up in the lap of the leader of the most powerful and respected crime families of St. Valens with his large dick buried deep inside her. What was even more inexplicable was how Jack expected her to just keep still while he filled her so completely to the brim. She was so acutely aware of every inch of him, especially the part of him that faintly throbbed inside her, hot, hard and more than ready to just finally rail her over the desk already.

How the hell did I get in this mess? Alice wondered, not for the first time since she got embroiled in the seedy criminal underbelly that infested the city of St. Valens. Sure, indulging in her boyfriend’s kinky request was a far cry from the worst thing she had ever done while here, but it was hard not to feel frustrated when her body throbbed with need.

Unfortunately, her boss ordered her not to move until he was finished with his paperwork. ‘Let’s play a little game,’ he said. ‘Won’t that be fun?’ he said.

Jack even sweetened the deal by offering Alice some sort of prize if she ‘won’ their little game, though he didn’t say what that would be. He also didn’t say what her ‘penalty’ would be if she ‘lost.’

That damn prize better be worth it, Alice thought bitterly as she watched the most dangerous crime boss in the city sign yet another paper while she struggled desperately not to start slamming her hips down on his dick - penalties be damned.

Jack pretended to take no notice of his assistant’s discomfort. He didn’t exactly ignore Alice, idly stroking her hair in an almost offhand manner as he used the other to thumb through his paperwork. Seeing her so impatient for him was intoxicating. He wanted the game to last for as long as possible. The flush of her pouty cheeks was so cute, and the exquisite velvety feeling of her pussy wrapped around him was heaven. She was so perfect, as though she was made for him. There was nothing in the world better than to be one with her like this.

Well, admittedly, it was a little taxing on his patience. Although Alice did well not to move, her occasional twitches around his dick sent small sparks of pleasure that was sweet torture. It was difficult for Jack to hold back and continue the game instead of bending her over the desk to pound himself into that deliciously hot and wet pussy of hers, but he was committed to seeing it through.

Besides, teasing Alice was pretty fun. Jack wondered just how long it would take for her to break down and beg him to make love to her. She was already so impatient, so needy for him.

This game was as good as won.

“You’re doing so good,” Jack murmured as he pressed a kiss to Alice’s forehead. She still flinched a little where his lips touched her scars, but not as much as she did at the beginning. It was enough to send another spark shooting through his dick as her spongy walls fluttered around him. His breathing caught for a moment, but he managed to keep a straight face despire the sweet torture the game put them both through. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Jack…,” Alice said, cringing at the needy whine in her voice. “How much longer?”

Jack chuckled, the corner of his mouth hooking into a smirk as he admired her flushed cheeks. “Just a little longer, sunshine.” He pressed another kiss into her cotton candy soft hair this time.  “Don’t worry, I’ll be done soon.”

Alice couldn’t stop her sigh of frustration. “You said that half an hour ago.”

“Yes,” Jack admitted almost a little too innocently. “I suppose that is true, but ‘soon’ is just a little sooner now than it was before.”

Alice huffed as she pressed her cheek into her boyfriend’s shoulder, taking solace in at least his warmth. She tried not to think about the burning in her core, but it was impossible not to ache for Jack to make love to her. He was so warm, his embrace so comforting, and he gently toyed with her hair or rubbed her arm in a gentle affirmation that she was precious to him.

 It was wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. Alice couldn’t ignore the way her pussy throbbed with need and begged to be pounded into until she lost all sense of reason.

There had to be a way to get Jack to end the game sooner without losing.

Another kiss to her cheek, along one of her most prominent scars. The action was so tender and loving that her insides fluttered despite her frustration. It wasn’t just her chest that constricted with emotion, and Alice caught the shuddering breath Jack let out, as well as the small noise that was suspiciously like a whimper. It was so cute.

It also gave Alice an idea.

Jack was in the middle of his signature, when a gentle squeeze around his dick sent a jolt of pleasure through him that caused him to scrape his pen across the page. He had to take a moment to compose himself, but another squeeze drew out a whimper that he failed to bite back.

“Sunshine,” Jack said in a slightly husky tone.

“Hmm?” Alice asked with an innocent smile painted on her lips.

“I told you to keep still,” Jack chided as he poked one of her pinked cheeks with a finger.

Alice just made her faux innocence even more obviously fake as she batted her eyelashes cutely at Jack. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said sweetly even as she squeezed around his dick again, her voice catching a little. It also sent a shudder through him and into her that felt absolutely delicious. “I haven’t moved my hips an inch, just like you told me to.”

Jack eyed his mischievous sunshine with a considering look, but found his train of thought interrupted by another jolt of pleasure as Alice tightened herself around him again. He moaned her name despite his composure, and he put both hands on her hips to stabilize himself, only for her to do it again, and again, wearing him down in the most wonderful of ways.

Maybe the game wouldn’t be so easy for Jack to win after all.

[bobathirstaccount]

Tunnel Vision

Boba x fem!reader, soft!boba and dominant!boba, some fluff and a dash of angst for funsies

***

Boba hit send and held his breath for a second. He had done the unthinkable and finally confessed to you.

Lately he had been focusing on you to the detriment of everything else. Fennec had been picking up his slack, but he couldn’t ask that of her for forever. He coughed lightly, trying to distract himself from the waiting.

When he had met you, he’d thought he was done with such foolish things as romantic yearning. As soon as you had your first conversation, he was disabused of that notion. He had hung on your every word, thinking how you were So Interesting, but not really realizing at the time he was falling hard for you. He had woken up the next day, hung over and with a hole in his chest he knew only you could fill.

You had captured something in him he thought he had put away forever. He didn’t know if he should be annoyed or in awe. Either way, he made every excuse to be near you. He couldn’t get enough of something he had never even had. Lost in his feelings, he grew jealous of the other men you associated with. He pretended he Didn’t Care when you talked about your exes. But when you winked at him, he was lost in your eyes, his heart aching slightly.

Would you respond? Did he deserve that? He tried to calm his mind but it was no use. He waited impatiently.

Fennec appeared. “Boss,” she said gently. 

“Hmm?” Boba was unsurprisingly not in the mood to talk.

She forged on, “You really need to meet with these Rhodians again. I know it’s a surprise, but they’ll be great allies.”

After a moment, she continued, “They’re insisting on seeing you before finalizing the deal with me. 30 minutes.”

Boba grumbled, “Oh, they insist, mm. I thought I was the one who got to insist on things.”

“After this deal you’ll be able to insist on a lot more from a lot more people.” She snapped her fingers.

He snapped out of his impatient gloom. “Fine. But, 20 minutes. Tops.”

“We’ll negotiate on the way there…” she shooed him out of the room.

***

Boba had somehow perked himself up long enough for the audience, which did indeed run 30 minutes. He was itching to check his messages, but kept himself in check while he entertained his newest allies. He did it to please Fennec; at the moment all he could care about was if you were going to respond to his DM.

After the meeting, Fennec had wanted to have a debrief. Resigned, he had dinner with her to discuss the meeting. His device was right in his pocket, burning a hole in it. But he couldn’t check it yet. 

Fennec droned on, which was unusual for her. He began to wonder what this was about. Was she doing this on purpose? Finally the meal ended. Mercifully, Fennec had left him to his own devices. He tried to casually walk to his private rooms, but found himself hurrying.

At last, he checked. His device was dead. Making an annoyed snarl, he placed it on the charger and took a cold shower.

Finally, he checked again, towel wrapped around his waist and skin damp. He had nearly slipped in the shower he had tried to exit it so quickly. He scrolled through various messages, annoyed and heart pounding in his ears.

You had responded simply -Come meet me for dinner-

Fuck. He had just wasted all evening with Fennec. It was very late. He put his hands to his head for a moment, internally discombobulated. He righted himself and calmly typed -Fennec made me eat with her. Where r u now?-

There was no response. He came undone again and had to sit on the edge of the bed. He wondered what to do. Did you hate him now?

A new message alert beeped. He dropped his device. Cursing, he picked it up. He calmly checked his messages. It was from Fennec. Fuck, Fennec… can you give me some peace? He thought. It was a boring work message. He typed a dry reply. She continued the stupid conversation, about tomorrow’s schedule. Audience, audience, audience… lunch… another audience… He sighed, annoyed.

He received another message. Aggravated now, he looked down. His mouth went dry. It was you -lol. where r u now?-

-my bedroom-

-good. im outside your door-

He looked down. He was still in just a towel. He jumped up and grabbed the nearest outfit. Pulling it on, he ran to the door. He stopped short, catching his breath. When the door opened, he was leaning against the frame, trying to appear carefree.

You smiled, “Hi. Wanna hang out?” Your cocky tone made him nervous. He nodded, stepping aside to give you room to enter. You breezed past. “What you wanna do?”

“Uh, maybe we could talk about… what I sent you?” His stomach churned.

You spun around. “Ooh, so serious.” You stepped up to him. He felt your hands sliding around his waist.

“So. You liiiike me.”

He got hot. You continued, “You like me sooo much.” You pulled him closer. “Guess what.”

Boba was sweating from nerves, “What?”

“Me too.” You kissed him softly. Shocked, his arms flew up to embrace you. His mind was spinning.

Teasingly, you asked, “How long you been crushing on me?”

“Since we met… you… uhm… have a way about you,” he confessed. He didn’t want to admit his jaw had dropped under his helmet when he had first seen you.

“You’ve been playing it real smooth,” you commented. He smiled, pleased with his masquerade. Your hands moved up his body until you were cupping his face. “Real smooth…” you trailed off, kissing him deeply. He tightened his hold on you and smashed his lips to yours. He was not going to let go, if he could help it.

You pulled slightly away, “Take me to bed,” you said simply. Without hesitation, Boba swept you off your feet and beelined to the bedroom. Placing you on the bed, he hopped in over you. He crawled over you and laid down with his head on your chest. You put your hands on his back. He closed his eyes, hearing your heartbeat. A quiet moment enveloped the two of you.

Your scent intoxicated Boba. He lifted his head, feeling amorous. You were looking down at him softly. He smiled, and pulled himself up to kiss you again.

“So, now what?” He asked quietly, a hand going to gently caress your cheek. You smiled. It turned into a flirty smirk, “Mmm, I dunno… what do you wanna do?”

“You.”

You giggled, “Sounds fun.”

Boba decided to continue playing it smooth. Although he was incredibly impatient, he slowly placed his hands on you. Dragging his hands down your body, he wanted to give you the fucking of a lifetime. You leaned your head back and arched your back slightly, humming in satisfaction.

“We’re gonna have so much fun…” Boba purred. You shivered in response. Feeling confident, he continued his seduction. He buried his face between your tits, inhaling your scent again and beginning to kiss downwards.

“Ohmygosh,” you squirmed slightly under him, starting to breathe more quickly.

Continuing down your body, he gently pulled your legs apart as he kissed down your lower stomach. “Uh, wow,” you stammered. He grinned to himself as he made his way to the v between your legs. He burrowed into it, inhaling and pulling your pants downward. You lifted your hips eagerly. He tossed your pants over his shoulder.

Boba licked into you, moaning softly in anticipation. Your legs spread wider involuntarily as you cooed and writhed under him. Gripping your asscheeks firmly, he dove into your pussy. Finding your entrance, he circled it with his tongue and then licked into it. He drug his tongue upwards to your clit. Sucking and twirling around it, he made plans to blow your mind.

When you were rocking your hips against his face, he pulled away. You made a bereaved noise. Pleased, Boba sat up on his haunches and slowly brought his hands to his pants. You watched, eyes hooded with lust. Slowly, he undid them. It filled you with anticipation to the brim. A nervous energy filled you.

“Now what, pet?” He stroked himself, his cock fully hard and needful. You mumbled and moaned his name and a string of pleas. He towered over you, and leaning forward, his hands came to rest on either side of your body. He drug his throbbing cock along the length of your inner thigh, stopping right before he got to your wet pussy.

“Ohmygosh,” you stammered again.

“So needy, pet…” he crooned, his face inches from yours. As he leaned in to kiss you, he positioned himself between your legs. He kissed your open mouth as he thrust against your folds, cock sliding wetly.

“Mmph, you feel so good, baby,” he purred against your lips. His cock was still sliding rhythmically between your legs, causing spikes of pleasure to shoot up your spine. You squirmed and pleaded, locking your legs around him an attempt to get him to penetradte you. Unperturbed, he continued. “Sooo needy, baby… you need a good fucking, hmm? Want me to give it to you?”

You replied incomprehensibly. Pleased, Boba increased his strokes, reducing you to a complete mess. Your hands raked down his chest as you begged for his cock, pussy gushing and skin tingling.

“Mmm, pet,” he rumbled, low. You whimpered for him. It drove Boba crazy, and he lost focus for second. Regaining control, he decided it was enough teasing. He sat up and yanked you up with him so that you were straddling his lap. He easily lift you up and positioned you above himself. One hand held you in place by your ass, the other reached for his cock. Grabbing himself, he poked the head of his cock against your entrance. You keened as he purred praises to you. But he was impatient too.

He pulled you down onto himself, both of you moaning and clinging to the other. He covered your mouth with his as he lifted you up and slammed you down. He started a hard pace, pounding up into you as your head lolled back. Enjoying the view of your tits bouncing, Boba purred your name to you, his voice giving you tingles. “You gonna keep bein’ a good girl for me?” He purred the question as he railed you.

You mumbled something to him and scratched his shoulders with your nails. “Baby, you’re so good for me… what else can we do?” He abruptly slammed you down into the mattress and kissed you hard as he started fucking you again. His hips jerked into you hard as your pussy tightened around him. “You gonna cum for me, princess?” Boba’s voice was dangerous sounding. He buried his face in your shoulder and wrapped his strong arms around you.  Holding you in place, he rutted into you insistently, making the fire in your pussy tingle and start to spread up your spine. “Ohmakeroh,” you whimpered. 

“Say my name,” Boba commanded, his cock stroking you hard. His hands gripped your shoulders. You obeyed his order and called his name sweetly while you desperately bucked your hips under him. “Mm, my needy girl,” he panted, his voice rough with lust. The slick feeling of his shaft moving in you finally became too much; your pussy clutching, you cried out and your legs fell open as fire ripped through your body. He grunted, his pace faltering for a moment, “Mmph fuck, you’re too good.”

You clung to him as he fucked you through your high, his body straining. Finally he pulled out, cumming hard and calling your name softly as his cock jerked forcefully. “Uhngh, mm, baby…” Boba trailed off, kissing you sweetly on the mouth. You kissed and ran your hands over each other for a moment. His skin was warm and his body hard and powerful above yours. You pulled him against yourself, enjoying the sensation of his weight on you.

Finally he rolled off, pulling you onto his chest. Positions reversed, you looked down at him lovingly. He was looking at you the same way. Feeling shy, you pecked his cheek with a quick kiss. He smiled and leaned up for a deeper one.

After you separated, Boba settled down into the plush bed. You curled up next to him, his arm firmly around you and your hand on his chest. You smiled to yourself. He shifted slightly, “What’re you thinking?”

“Just happy,” you murmured. Unseen to you, Boba smiled ear to ear. He replied calmly, trying to keep Playing It Smooth, “Me too…” You slipped into sleep. Boba tried to think about work and the upcoming day. You could stop being a source of angst and distraction now, right? He tried to focus, but his attention narrowed. Nope; still stuck on you.