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[camficdiner]

You’re writing is so good im obsessed with it all and love when i get to read the new pieces you publish 🤭❤️

can I request [1.2 2.1 3.6 4.2] ? Dying for some Quinn atm❤️‍🔥

☕️ Cam’s Fic Diner — Order 040

🍒 Thank you — for reading every fic, for staying at the counter, for wanting this one to hurt and heal. I made this one sweaty, shattered, and a little sacred.

Enjoy your meal love

-your favorite server

💬 “I’ve Always Needed You”

✨ Description and prompts:

Character: Quinn Hughes

Prompt: exes → hallway kiss after a brutal loss → hurt/comfort + desperate smut in the medical room

Word Count: 1.6kk

Type: angst + comfort + rough smut

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🛼🍒✨🧁

You’re not supposed to be here.

You told yourself you wouldn’t come again. Told your friends it was over. That you weren’t going to stand in hallways like some ghost of who he used to love. That you didn’t belong to him anymore.

But the truth is — no matter how many weeks pass, no matter how shattered the ending — you still come.

You still watch.

And tonight, you already know what’s waiting on the other side of that hallway door: Quinn Hughes, broken.

The game was brutal. A blowout loss. No energy, no rhythm. The team collapsed under pressure and he took it like he always does — all on himself.

You saw it from your usual place, just behind the tunnel. You watched him skate off, jaw tight, eyes stormy, stick clenched like it could crack in his grip.

And now, he’s coming.

You hear the gear before you see him. The click of skates on concrete. The hiss of velcro. The unmistakable rhythm of Quinn’s pacing when he’s too angry to sit, too heartbroken to breathe.

Then he turns the corner.

Sweaty. Red-faced. Still in his gear — chest heaving under the pads, mouthguard hanging loose, hair soaked.

He sees you. Freezes.

You don’t speak.

Neither does he.

Just one look — like the oxygen left his lungs — and then he’s moving.

He presses you against the wall in two strides, hands on your face, mouth crashing into yours like the only language he has left. It’s not soft. It’s not careful. It’s need — bitter and beautiful and real.

You gasp, kiss him back. His gloves scrape your jaw. His chestplate crushes against you, damp and solid and still warm from the ice. He kisses you like he’s forgotten you ever left.

“Quinn—”

“Don’t,” he whispers, panting. “Don’t say anything yet.”

He pulls back just far enough to look at you, eyes glassy, voice broken.

“I need you. I’ve always needed you.”

Your heart cracks in half.

“You left,” you whisper.

“You let me.”

“You said it was better—”

“I was wrong.” He leans in again, forehead pressed to yours. “I thought I could be okay without you. Thought I had to be. But now…”

“Now?”

“Now I feel like nothing.”

You feel his hands trembling.

“I skate and I don’t see the ice. I sleep and I don’t dream. I hear my name and I hate it.”

“You’re the only thing that makes me feel alive.”

“Please. Just this. Just once.”

Your breath catches.

“Not just once,” you say.

“Then show me,” he begs. “Please. Show me I’m still yours.”

The med room is empty. Quiet. Sterile. The cot in the corner isn’t meant for this.

But it’s where you end up anyway — back hitting the thin mattress, Quinn kissing you like it’s oxygen, like it’s salvation.

He strips in pieces. Jersey tossed. Pads dropped. Hands shaking as he drags your shirt off, eyes darting everywhere like he’s afraid to miss a single inch of you.

Then he freezes.

His hand is on your ribs, thumb brushing under your bra — and that’s when he sees it.

A small tattoo, just under your left breast. Simple lettering. Familiar.

“Come home to me.”

He stares.

Doesn’t speak.

You feel your breath catch.

“You said that to me,” you whisper, barely audible.

“Every time you left for a road trip. Every time I panicked.”

“You said, ‘I’ll always come home to you.’”

His eyes flicker up to yours — glassy, wrecked.

“I didn’t know,” he says. His voice cracks. “You never told me.”

“You were already gone,” you say softly. “Didn’t think I’d ever get to show you.”

For a moment, he just cups your face. Breath shaking.

Then he kisses the ink. Presses his mouth to the words like they’re a vow.

“I’m home,” he says. “God, baby, I’m home.”

The need surges again. He tugs your jeans down, mouth on your skin. Pulls your underwear aside, barely patient enough to slide his own pants down before lining up — desperate, overwhelmed.

He sinks into you in one smooth stroke, both of you gasping.

“Fuck—still perfect,” he groans, thrusting deep.

You wrap your legs around him. Cling to him. Move with him like you remember exactly how this goes — the rhythm, the stretch, the sound of his voice when he’s losing control.

“I missed you,” you breathe. “Every part of you.”

“I know, baby. I know. Never again.”

His thrusts get rougher. Sloppier. He buries his face in your neck, fucking into you like he needs to live there.

“Say it again,” he begs. “Say I’m yours.”

“You’ve always been mine,” you moan. “Even when I hated you for it.”

That pulls a choked laugh from him — then a groan as he slams into you one final time, spilling inside you with a raw, broken “I love you.”

You shake with your own climax, nails digging into his back, tears in your eyes.

After, you lie tangled together. Breathing heavy. Sweat cooling.

He traces the tattoo again.

“You kept it. All this time.”

“It was never about time,” you whisper. “It was about you.”

He nods.

And kisses the words one more time.

“Then I’m not leaving again.”

You help him undress the rest — slowly, gently this time. He’s quiet. Soft. He holds your hand the whole time, tracing your wrist like he’s learning your skin again.

“I’m sorry I let you go,” he says.

“I’m sorry I made you think you had to.”

He presses his forehead to yours.

“We’re gonna fix this.”

“We already started.”

⸻

You leave the arena together. No disguises. No hiding.

Fans will notice. The media will guess.

But Quinn doesn’t care.

He laces his fingers through yours, kisses your temple, and says,

“Whatever it takes. I’ll make sure this time, you stay.”

[kenpachissluut]

The Demonic temptation with Incubus Shunsui Kyoraku ‹𝟹

first day of the @bleachsmutfest ❤️‍🔥 alternative universe! This is my first long fanfiction, i hope you have fun reading! 🎀

⚝ sum: after breaking up with your boyfriend, you decided to summon the hell famous Incubus Shunsui Kyoraku. You heard tales about him, how he took the heartbreak away in just one single night and you were determined to find out if it was true. Was it a big mistake who would made you run for your life or the best decision ever getting fucked by an demon?

warnings: smut content, explicit language, fem!reader, incubus!shunsui, unprotected, slight humiliation, rough penetration, manhandling, breeding, obsession & possession, spit, choking.

wc: 2.2 k

It was an cool and warm summer night, the wind blew through the rustling trees and the birds were singing an melodic soft tune. Amongst the chilly night, you sat on your bedroom floor, some lit candles surrounding you in an circle with an drawn pentagram in the middle. It wasn’t probably the best idea to do an satanic ritual but you were bored and heartbroken, but mostly important curious if it would even work. You tried summoning an demon, not just any demon but the most beautiful incubus the Heavens and Hell ever heard of, Kyoraku Shunsui.

Your Boyfriend recently had left you, leaving an empty feeling inside of your heart but the desire for something darker also grew within. Could this ritual possibly work and take the pain in your heart away? Atleast for a short amount of time. Speaking an satanic poem that was dedicated to only him from you, telling the Incubus Shunsui how much you desired and needed him, right now. As you spoke your words, the candles around you began to flicker uncontrollably and a cold wind blew through the window of your room, blowing all the candles out. Leaving you in an darkness that was beyond scary as a cold shiver run down your spine.

„That was an damn mistake“ your trembling voice cut through the silence of the dark room, only to be answered by an deep but sensually male laugh. Your poor heart pounded rapidly and anxiously in your chest, the words got stuck in your throat out of sudden. With an swift and rapid move the candles flickered back to life, revealing the imposing stature of the Incubus you summoned, right infront of you in the circle.

It was him, Kyoraku Shunsui. The tales you heard about him did not make him any justice, he was beyond mesmerizing. His long wavy brown hair cascaded down his bare wide shoulders, crimson eyes piercing right through the depths of your soul. He towered over you in an inhuman height and has an well toned muscular body, behind him flattering his beautiful black elegant wings with intricate patterns in it. His demonic appearance was accentuated by the black horns who addorned his forehead. He stares down at you with an curious glint in his sensual hodded eyes, his sharp fangs peeking through the wicked smirk he offered you.

„So you are the little girl who summoned me? Tell me, why shouldn’t I rip your heart out for disturbing my eternal peaceful life“? He asked you with an rough sinister tone, his words sounding like an death threat but also like honey at the same time. You gulped anxiously in your dry throat, staring up at him with your widen innocent doe eyes, but behind that innocence and fear lingered a deep desire that he noticed as soon as you spoke up in a stuttering tone. „I uhm… my Lord i summoned you, because i desire you. Please take the pain in my heart away even if i am taking my last breath because of you“.

Hearing your scared but confident words and seeing how you submissively kneeled infront of him, made his lust and desire for you grew even more. Graceful in his movements he leaned down, lifting your chin with his calloused fingers to look deep into your eyes, studying your true intentions. His gaze was intense and pierced right through you, but you didn’t wavered one bit. One of his strong hands slides slowly but sensually over your throat, squeezing it lightly but firm enough to make it hard to breathe. The mere thought that he could kill you in an instant was horrifying but extremely exciting. He chuckled lowly, a deep velvety rumble in his chest as he stroked his thumb over your rosy plump slightly parted lips.

„You want me to seduce you, isn’t that it? I can see it in your eyes my dear, the pain in your heart that you are feeling is not real. But the wicked and sick desire for something darker is. Tell me, why should i grant you this wish of yours, what can you offer me in return“? His thumb slowly pushed part your plump lips inside of your mouth, to see how you would react to his words and his blunt move. Not expecting you to wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking on it sensually but gently. Your eyes stare back into his crimson ones, trying to show him that you are unlike someone else he had encountered before.

His brows raised up in surprise and mild amusement, as he watched you carefully but seductively sucking on his thumb, trying to turn the tables on him. What an cheeky little minx you are. Your voice cut through the silence who was charged with tension, softly but in an tantalizing tone holding his thumb before your lips. „If you grant me the wish to fulfill my desire my Lord, i will promise you eternal loyalty and whatever you desire from me“.

Your words were enough to fuel the fire in his cold rotten heart for you as he stoods up, his hand wrapping tightly around your throat and lifting you up from the floor without real effort. The tight grip was enough to make you choke, leaving you gasping for air in his deathly hands. Trying to keep your cool to show him you did not back away and keep your promise, you remained silently obedient in his grasp.

He slowly walked with you in his grip to your massive king size bed, slamming you down onto the mattress with an soft thud. Desperately panting for air, you sat up quickly on your elbows to decipher his next move carefully. He let his silken black robe fall down from his muscular body, revealing him in all of his fucking glory. His throbbing massive hard cock sprung out, his thick precum leaking out of his tip as he stares down at you with an sinister but intense smirk. Shunsui his deep rough voice cuts through the cold air, leaving his lips like pure sugar.

„You called for me you little minx. Now you will get me, all of me and you will take what i fucking give to you. Or else i change my mind and rip that sensitive little mortal heart out of your chest“.

Nodding anxiously and eagerly in response, he was in a matter of seconds on top of you. His weight pressed you down onto the soft mattress, a massive hand gripping your small wrists over your head preventing you to escape. His other hand pulled at the silky red nightdress you wore, ripping it with an swift move off your body leaving you vulnerable and totally exposed to his eyes. His crimson irises roamed over your pretty body in an appreciating manner. Leaning down next to your face, his velvety seducing words tickled hotly your ear, making your body shiver in anticipation.

„I can’t deny that you are an wonderful sight, my dear. You look absolutely ravishing and i will take great enjoyment to destroy that beautiful little cunt of yours. At the end of the night you will forget everything but my name and the pleasure i will grant you“.

His cold hand slides sensually over your slightly nervously sweating body, mapping out every inch until he reaches right in between your thighs. His fingers gently trace over your inner thighs until he reaches your sensitive soaked core. He chuckled deeply in his chest at seeing your evident arousal, his palm wiping over your slick folds in a teasing manner. A whimpered sound escaped your sweet lips at his teasing, cheeks blushing in a shade of soft pink as you opened your mouth to speak or rather to beg.

„My Lord, please sto—- you were cut off with his massive cock sliding deep into your warm pussy, stretching you all at once. A loud choked cry escaped your lips, shock written all over your dumbfounded face at his blunt reply or rather action. He took amusement in your adorable reaction and wasted no time into fulfilling your and his darkest desire. His hard monstrous length slides with ease slowly back and forth in your wet pussy, strong hands holding you by your hips in place while you are just trying to realize whether this is really happening or if it’s just an fucking illusion. His face leaned down and his sharp fangs graze gently over your throat, leaving wet hot kisses in its trail. Soft little gasps and melodic moans leave your pretty mouth, while he increases his speed a tiny bit more, hitting right into your cervix.

„Show me how much you desire me, woman. Is that all i get from you? Some soft almost inaudible moans? Seems like i have to be more rougher and fuck the life out of your body, huh“?

Your eyes widened in slight offense at his humiliating words and before he even gave you a chance to answer, his cock left your pussy leaving you feeling empty inside. As you let out a whiny sound, you gaze up at him with a pout on your face, until it was turned into a loud scream as he slams his cock right back into your pussy roughly. And out. And back inside of your cunt again. And out again. He continued his rough assault on your pussy, slamming deep right into your cervix and leaving your mind in a hazy cloud of intense pleasure. You felt like you were on Cloud Nine, getting fucked by an Incubus you summoned yourself, making yourself question your damn sanity.

Heavy loud moans echoed in the room and his cock slamming balls deep into your slick cunt. You were already a crying mess totally lost in your pleasure but as he grabbed you by your waist and lifted you up, while he remained kneeled on the bed you lost it for real. Without any kind of real effort, he slammed you up and down on his massive cock holding you by your waist, while he even thrusted rougher and deeper against your cervix. You could feel a damn bulge in your belly, that’s how deep and rough he was fucking you in all kind of senses. The memories of your Ex Boyfriend and the heartbreak blew away, replaced by the intense pleasure he was gifting you.

He pushed you against the headboard, his form dwarfing yours in an instant as he grabbed your legs firmly spreading them for him nice and wide. He manhandles you with practiced ease just like he fucking wants, with you being completely obediently to him. He thrusts his monstrous cock now in an fast almost animalistic way into your abused puffy hole, deep groans and rough growls escaping his pretty lips as he pounded your cunt like no one else ever did before. While he slams his hips with all his demonic force against you, he spat down onto your sensitive clit smearing the liquid all over your already slick folds. Shunsui aggressively started to rub your clit in circling motions, while he was also still focused on abusing your stretched hole even more. As he leaned down, sharp fangs bit into your soft breast and his wet tongue slides and teased your stiffened peaks while you gave him all the loud sensual moans and whimpers he desperately wanted to hear.

It was inhuman, getting fucked by an demon but not just any demon but an Incubus. They were right on what they were saying, once you had an Incubus in your life, you never go back to anything else.

„Are you ready for me my sweet little human? My cock is almost on the edge to burst and ready to stuff you full with my cum. Is that what you wanted? Me, filling your womb up with my demonic evil seed, binding you to me for eternity“? he practically growled out sinisterly.

Your mind was hazy and your vision blurry, yet you managed a weak whimpering nod out and that was enough for him to break you right then and there. Shunsui slammed his hips one last time deep against you, his warm cum shooting right into your womb, stuffing you to the brim full and coating your walls completely with his release. At the same time your orgasm washed over you leaving you as an trembling and crying mess from the level of intensity. That incubus really had worn you the fuck out. As you both catched your breaths slowly and came down from your amazing high, he gently but firm enough grasped your chin making you look right into his face.

„Now, you know what that means right? You promised me eternal loyalty and i make sure you will never forget who you belong to. From now on you listen to my every command and most importantly… you never get rid of me again. You are mine, little human“. The whispered sinister but tantalizing words danced right into your mind, making you forget about everything else but him and how he had just fucked you.

You knew he probably would never leave you again, using you as his little toy whenever he needed you but the more you thought about it, the more it was damn worth it. To be honest a real man never could satisfy the way like an demonic Incubus did today. So let’s screw everything and become that Incubus little pet, spoiled rotten and always stuffed to the brim with his lovely cum.

Kenpachissluut writes ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

[girlactionfigure]

A lot of people think emunah means “believing in G-d.”

It doesn’t.

In Biblical Hebrew, emunah has almost nothing to do with belief as we think of it today.

It’s deeper. More human. And far more beautiful.

A thread 🧵👇 

1/ When we hear “faith,” we think of mental certainty—an internal conviction that something is true.

But Hebrew doesn’t work like that.

Hebrew words aren’t definitions. They’re verbs. They describe movement. Relationships. Action.

And emunah is no exception. 

2/ The root of emunah is אמן (aleph–mem–nun).

You might recognize it from:

→ אמן (amen) → אומן (uman, craftsman) → אימון (imun, training or practice) What do they all have in common? They’re not about belief. They’re about dependability and faithfulness. 

3/ An uman, a craftsman, is someone reliable. Someone whose work you can trust.

Emunat itchem (שמות 17:12) — Aaron and Hur supported Moshe's hands “with emunah.” They didn’t “believe” in his hands. They held them steady. That’s emunah: steadiness. support. trust. 

4/ So when we talk about having emunah in Hashem…

…it’s not about proving G-d exists.

It’s about living as if He’s trustworthy.

→ I lean on Him. → I depend on Him. → I walk with Him even when I don’t have answers. It’s a relationship, not a proof. 

5/ The Rambam does speak of knowing G-d’s existence. But that’s yediat Hashem—knowledge.

Emunah is something else entirely.

It’s the faithfulness of a spouse, a friend, a child—who stays in the relationship even when it’s hard.

That’s the emunah G-d wants from us. 

5/ That’s why Hashem is called “El ne’eman”—a faithful God (Devarim 7:9).

Not just true. But loyal. Steady. Present.

And when we’re asked to have emunah—we’re being invited into that kind of loyalty in return.

A mutual trust, forged over time. 

6/ This means:

🔹 You can have emunah even when you doubt. 🔹 You can have emunah even when you’re angry. 🔹 You can have emunah even when you don’t understand. Because emunah isn’t about being sure. It’s about staying close. That’s faith, Jewishly. 

7/ And maybe that’s why we say “Amen” at the end of every blessing.

Not “I agree.” Not “I believe.” But: “I affirm this with trust.” “I stand with this.” “I am with You, Hashem.”

That one word is an act of emunah. 

8/ So next time someone asks if you “believe in G-d”…

You can answer like a Jew:

“I trust Him.” “I walk with Him.” “I’m still here.” That’s emunah. ❤️‍🔥 

End 🧵

[vulcanette]

🎥: @ ssamhallett

[haruka-636]

The DCA fandom is always the best. The characters are great, but the people participating in the fandom are also all wonderful. Plus, thanks to this fandom, I’ve been able to connect with so many people!! (⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ᵕ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀⸝⸝⸝🫶)💕

[angeltism]

ohhh my little discord channel where I screenshot things that make me feel super duper loved my beloved

[serenadeofsunshine]

saw something on twitter that reminded me of Red Skibidi Toilet so i took matters into my own hands

[planecrashjesus]

I think it’s more than Denji not developing, he’s actively regressing. I feel like in the first arc, he still had a little bit of self respect. Not much, but when he calls out Makima for treating him like a dog, it’s there.

We’re almost at ch. 200 and it feels like Denji is in a worse place than the beginning.

[oryndoll]

ok my husband went stupid with the watermelon goat cheese salad tho

[comfortableinthesilence]

Is cyberpunk as good as GTA and can you play around the map without doing missions/story

Sorry just replying to this now! Personally I think Cyberpunk 2077 is one of the best games released in recent memory! Sure it was buggy as hell at first but the patches and DLC has just raised the levels! Yes you can free roam and its not a tiny map either, its hugeeee and so much to explore, easter eggs and nods to movies, games, celebs etc! Honestly if you like free roam, cyberpunk/futuristic games I’d implore you play it! The story line is unique and crazy good, you get attached to your character and interactions + you have fucking Keanu Reeves (aka Johnny fuckin Silverhand) living in your mind on a biochip! Need I say more….. This game has my heart and will continue to replay it over and over and get lost in Night City!

[haruka-636]

I SAW THE OFFICIAL TRAILER FOR KYLE ALLEN MUSIC'S MOON SONG. I ALREADY LOVE IT.

[hellaverse-kinblog]

Official Hellaverse kin blog!

Seeing as so many blogs hate Hazbin/Helluva and refuse to do them as sources, here we are! Your rescuers! No need to thank us, we know we're great.

Asks are: open!

Sinners in the inbox: 3!

Queued: 0!

Information on what we will/won't do, DNI, guide to requesting, and info about the mods under the cut!

About the mods:

We are all technically one person! We're one guy who kinshifts a lot, but since we're all so distinct, we're gonna refer to us all as different mods! Plus, it's fun.

Mod Angie 💉 - He/It/♡, I like pink and gore ♡♡♡

Mod Bastion 🪡 - He/Him, I like, um, Alastor, I guess? And dolls.

Mod Husk ♠️ - He/Him, I like cards.

Mod Rosie 🥩 - She/It, I like people!

Mod Val ❤️‍🔥 - He/It, I like fashion and showing off. ❤️

Mod Vel 👠 - She/It, I like fashion too, and I really like being the PR girl.

Mod Vox 📺 - He/It, also the owner of @voxtagram--8k, I like myself.

Mod Adam 🦴 - He/him. I like girls and music.

Mod Lucifer 🐍 - He/him! I like ducks, I guess. And my daughter.

Guide to requesting: Right here!

DNI: Literally no one. As a singlet, we have no stance on endos, we don't give a shit about mspec gays/lesbians (and why do you? Let people live.), and we don't mind getting hate. If we have a funny enough response, we might even post it!

What we'll do:

Icons, replycons, edits (like of the official refs of the characters), wallpapers, moodboards, stimboards, fashion kits, care kits, kinfessions, canon calls

What we won't do:

Tarot readings/pendulums, playlists

Other things we won't do:

Explicit abuse, explicit NSFW (suggestive is fine, we just don't wanna do that), heavy gore (some is fine, like if you want guts/meat in your mood/stimboard), SH (for mood/stimboards) (obviously none of this applies to kinfessions, kinfess whatever you want and we'll delete as we see fit)

Whitelist:

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Anything Hellaverse related

Blacklist:

Literally anything else

Tag list:

welcome to hell! 🔥 - Ask answered

speak of the devil! 🔱 - Mod posts

someone needed some help! 👑 - Request accepted

do i go to double hell? 💔 - Request denied

go to hell! already there darling! 💌 - Hatemail

luci's listening... 🍎 - Kinfession

it's a happy day in hell! 🐍 - Canon call

(^ These two get their own special tags)

spawn of satan 👁 - Completed request

straight from the pride ring ❗️ - Request skipped the queue

through the gates of hell ⭕️ - Queued request

Main disclaimer: We're a human being. We won't be available all the time. We're gonna try our damnedest, though.

[cavswife]

gridlock on my brain today and I'm gonna be working with an emu this weekend. at this rate I'm gonna get australian citizenship, yippee!

[lightbringer-morningstar]

ooc:

It's officially Valentine's Day. Warning: Incoming V-day related fanart spam and other silliness probz.

[aritamargarita]

everytime i see anything trish stratus i think of u .. :3

everytime i see anything jeff i think of u fr ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[renegadetoma]

Only awake because he’s awake….