#ohhh my god character tags. lets go.

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thank you 2 everyone who gave me a req it was fun to draw characters i wouldnt usually !

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◜ mk1 men breaking the bed/headboard while fucking you ◞

▸ characters: bi-han, syzoth, liu kang, raiden, kuai liang, johnny cage, tomas◂ ▸wc: 4k+ [wow]

▸ tags¬es: REQUESTED by @luvv4lurd. drabble but long (like very long), fluff, nsfw, breaking, licking, ropes, inappropriate usage of power/abilities, humiliation, rudeness, rough, biting, power, begging, fingering, swearing, monster fucking (kind of), power play, pet names, calling god/goddess, possessiveness, protectiveness & more in the work, enjoy! [didn’t want to write this long & I am not sure whether @luvv4lurd wanted it to be this long but couldn’t hold myself, they’re so cute! hope all of you like it, have fun!]◂ ▸ m.

BI-HAN doesn’t care about hurting you that much, yet, he gives you a safe word to make him stop when it is needed. clearly, he wants to fuck you well enough so that he can show you only he can fuck you like this. this goal of his brings him to an edge that he put your body down on the bed, ass up, cock thrusting deep inside your walls as your body jolts forward and backward in sync with his cock’s rhythm going in and out of your pussy full of cum - since you have cum like two times already.

he’s a bit rougher than he is usually because he heard a few other lin kuei’s members talking about you - how they are mesmerized by your presence whenever you come into view, however, they complained about how they can’t talk to you because you’re always with the grandmaster, sub-zero.

that moment, he decided to fuck you hard enough to make you have difficulties with walking, making everyone realize who fucked you - their grandmaster - they will know who you belong to and that was why he is rough right now.

you don’t complain though, well, until he makes you scream his title - “my - ohh - my grandmaster!” he loses his mind, releasing his power; hands get colder as ice appears on them from fingertips to the arm, and since his hands on the headboard, to hold it tight and fucking you with a great strength, it covers with ice, making the surface so easy to break into pieces and this is exactly what happens.

the headboard breaks into countless pieces, the room’s temperature going down in an instant, your eyes widen but bi han gains his mind’s control, hands turning to normal as they touch your waist, sending a chill down your spine with their coldness - bi han begins to fuck you harder as if it’s even possible, blaming you.

“see what you made me do whore? it’s only because of you! have to get a new one now, but you should pay for what you have caused pretty slut and you will pay by giving this beautiful wet pussy to me - to the rightful owner of it. will fuck you until you can’t walk for the next week, my dumb whore.” 

SYZOTH tries his best not to use any of his strengths during the make-up sessions you share - getting intimate yet shy while doing it. he wants you to stay healthy even after the sex, only maybe some of the marks on your body that he likes to leave. however, sometimes you become a brat, acting naughty, trying to play with his nerves of pleasure and instincts enough to make him go rougher, and since he doesn’t want to hurt you, his hands find the sides of the bed while he’s fucking you with the position of missionary, green innocent eyes focusing on your face that full of cries, parted lips, half-closed eyes watching him with such delight he wants to prove himself further – wants to fuck you so good that your body cannot forget about it in the following days until the day he fucks you again.

and he loses himself when a hand grips him by the hair, pulling his face down at your level, ear to ear, you say in a whisper which is followed by a little moan afterward, “cmon pretty boy, I know you can do better than – ohhh – this!”

who is to decline your offer? who he is to hold himself still instead of fucking you harder – better?

syzoth whimpers at your words, he lets your legs hug his bare back, hands wrapping his neck as his hands begin to hold the surface of the bedsides tighter to find a balance after shoving his dick into your wider pussy rapidly than before, roughness and lust dripping from heart to body within actions.

“oohhh –“ he moans in sync with you, “tell me how good it is my love, please, please –“ he stops himself from crying by biting down your shoulder a few times, listening to your cries mixed with both pain and pleasure with full attention, and when you praise him, his edge comes, making him lose himself, and letting his nature form in some parts of his body; a tail appears on his back, it wags on its own – eyes turn darker green – and hands are covered with the skin of his true form, all green until it reaches to the arms.

all feelings double when his strength rises, weight becomes hard to endure, dick bigger – definitely rougher, going in and out of your aching yet wet pussy, and you reach climax at the same time – the exact time when a few crack sounds are heard, causing you to look into each other’s face – looking both excited and peaceful because of reaching the climax and shocked when the bed break into two, its middle swallows your bodies as syzoth hold you from the back from an instant, turn you around so that his back meets with the rigid surface of the floor under the bed.

hands on your back, hugging, turning into human form, and tail disappears as he looks at you with innocent and shy eyes as if you’re not lying down on the ground, inside a broken bed, cums still dripping.

“I’m so sorry y/n – but it – it was too much for me to handle. my love, how can I make you forgive me? I will do anything for you – just say it and I will show how sorry I am but please don’t judge me. I can’t hold my thoughts together when I have your pretty pussy.”

LIU KANG can be the steadiest person – or a god but you don’t know any other god aside from him, but not in bed, no, never. he is that steady, straightforward, gentle, cute, and all these kinds of things under the lights of daylight, however, when it turns into a dark sky when you visit him in his room – or you in yours, exchanging a few words, questions only to begin to fuck after the formality.

it’s not that he uses you as his fucktoy – yes, it feels like it because it turns you on, but no, he’s in love with you – so deeply that he loses his mind whenever he sees you, and when it comes to getting intimate, oh, he forgets about the timeline he has created entirely, focusing on you – your pretty face he likes to watch, your magnificent body he finds as the most beautiful thing on all realms, your voice that comes into his ears as prays while you moan his name and even his title whenever you feel like it, and oh, your delicious pussy that neither his fingers, his tongue nor his dick will ever get bored of – it will be such disrespectful thing to be bored when you open your legs wider to him, showing your pink pussy that begs for his caring and affection – that he gives you what you want right away.

he’s a god, yes, but he can kneel in front of you if it is needed – to eat you out, or even to beg you.

on a night, when he lets you do whatever you wanna do with him, you chose to ride him in order to show him how you love his dick so much as he watched you from below, making you feel so powerful because of having the god of fire, liu kang, under you – moaning your name, eyes blurry, a bit of fire travels on his shoulder since he hasn’t logical side in the brain, no longer when you ride him so good – it feels as if you’re his goddess and you can’t deny that it doesn’t turn you on just by thinking about it.

smiling widely, you let yourself get the pleasure at the highest level, so, you throw your head back, and hands travel on your body from hair to shoulders, from breasts to abdomen, from there to your ass – literally exhibiting your own body to liu kang while bouncing on his lap – pussy clench around his length whenever you sit down only to rise up and repeat the action rapidly, riding him, fucking him.

and liu kang’s last logical side screams him not to hold you – because if he does it, he is sure he will break you into pieces. he doesn’t want to hurt you, especially when he witnesses the sight in front of him – breathtaking, making him lose the balance of his strength. instead of holding you, he grips the headboard behind him as he sits there, having you on his lap – watching you riding him beautifully.

then, you look down, and chuckle, “let your goddess take you to the stars, pretty boy.”

he never had this kind of situation with any other person, so, when you reflect his own words with yours – ‘let your god take you to the stars, pretty girl’ – he really sees stars, hands get tighter, and he breaks the bed with his power of strength and fire, moaning your name loudly, “aggh – y/n!” as he cums hard into your warm walls.

the moment he opens his eyes once again, he sees your smirking face first, one of your soft fingers travels on his cheek as you kneel down closer, “oh, couldn’t pretty boy resist it and cum in an instant?” you chuckle, mocking him, “where is the god of fire, huh? maybe, you should be the one who calls me goddess instead.”

he doesn’t waste a moment, holding you from the waist, he closes the gap between your bodies – nose to nose, white eyes devour yours only by looking at them intensely, and he smirks – darker than yours, radiating fire.

“darlin’, you are already my goddess but you need to learn who you belong to. don’t worry, the lesson you will have now will be enough to make you remember it to no longer forget about it. I will teach you personally while fucking you on this broken bed.”

RAIDEN is a stranger to his own power that has been given by liu kang to fight with it to protect the earthrealm, however, now it sticks with raiden every second of the day and night, and he can’t leave it even while fucking you.

he says he should get used to it in every situation. he’s shy about it while saying it but you know that there are other reasons behind the desire to bring his lightning power into the bed ‘cause, that way, he can send a tickling jolt to your body – even to your pussy, making your pleasure rise up, wanting him to continue what he’s doing.

he knows you like it too – how he can’t anyway? you love seeing his eyes turning to light blue from time to time, love to let it flow through your skin, sending chills down your spine, getting you closer to the edge.

raiden discovers your kink contains electricity accidentally, and in a weird situation when he forgets to leave his amulet bonded to his hand while getting intimate with you.

he doesn’t realize holding it even when he goes hotter as he lowers down on your body, kissing every inch of you, reaching your exposed pussy soaking wet to the ground because of his gentle, slow yet effective approaches. he’s so gentle with you that he literally begs to taste your cum in his mouth.

letting him, you lean onto the headboard, wide open legs meeting with his soft-looking eyes, making him whimper at the sight.

you look so pretty that even after having your cum in his mouth, he can’t stop - he says he wants to thank you for letting him eat you out passionately by hovering over you, hands find the headboard behind you as he thrusts into your wet and fleshy pussy again and again with a pace driving you mad.

you scream how good he’s making you - to make it double, he uses some electricity that flows through your body without even noticing it, and the sudden sensation makes you clench around his length, swallowing it entirely, giving raiden a heart attack because of the pleasure he has never felt before, and it ends up with him using his strong muscles to hold himself in balance by gripping the headboard harder, making it crumble and break into pieces in a second.

to protect you from the falling pieces of it, he lowers down, covering your body within his but it makes all things go worse – or better as you say afterward; his cock reaches the end of your pussy, and it even becomes visible on your abdomen – and the scream, moans you made causing raiden to lose his mind – he begins to thrust into you, balls hitting your ass, forehead touches yours, eyes turn into light blue when you look at them.

“you have no idea how beautiful you look right now, my love. so – so beautiful. I am so sorry to break the bed but I can’t stop now. how can I? your pussy begs for me to continue fucking you. ohhh – it feels so good. I am offering myself to you as a forgiveness gift.”

KUAI LIANG is a man who lives to give you, his beloved lover, what you deserve – the whole world, as he believes. loving doing the things you want, he’s no longer a gentleman in bed as the bond you share grows more powerful as well as the intimate sessions you have an increase in passion and trust.

he becomes rougher when you need him to be. being such a needy lover for him, you choose to trust him enough to let him have you in ways you can never imagine on your own because he looks fragile from the outside – he still is but not when you get into the bed after a long and exhausted day, ready to find your peaceful hours, inside each other’s arms which turns into a hot moment since you can never resist the urge of getting closer – he turns into a beast, you can see the sparkes he has inside his eyes – reflection of the fire he has within his soul and body.

on one of the nights you become lustful for each other, kuai has you on your knees, ass up in the air, and your second cum’s juice flows through his thick warm cock onto your inner thighs and ass, however, he can’t focus on the mess you’re making because all his attention is on your wrists which are roped with his kusarigama – it has no kama yet the coldness of metal chains around your wrists are enough to send you chills since kuai’s entire body radiates warmness.

holding your wrist, he increases the pleasure you are getting from the way he fucks you into the mattress, moans coming from you mixing with the swears and praises he says between his rapid breaths, dripping sweats and moans – only you can make him so weak, so fragile yet powerful at the same time – it causes him to try to prove himself to you in a greater way that you can never forget about it, that your body screams his markings.

the sound that is created by the lewd sounds of his thrusts hitting your soaked clit build twist feelings inside your stomach that is pushed down onto the bed as his left hand holds the wrists that have chained while the free one is put on the headboard’s edge, holding it tightly because he needs to find a source of stability to stay still but it doesn’t work – not when he finds this new angle amusing, begins to shove his dick into your warm walls faster, then, when his climax hit, the solid tool cracks – collapsing.

when he comes to his senses, getting off his high, he realizes what he has made.

he looks a bit guilty, eyes finding yours, his face has an expression of a man who seeks forgiveness yet he seems to enjoy it, and he smiles when you chuckle, joking about how he can easily turn into a madman only because of having you like this.

as he agrees, he caresses your hair, hands playing with the chain to open it. he turns your body over, hugging you from the shoulder, he still doesn’t take his dick off of you.

“’m so sorry honey, didn’t mean to break the bed but weren’t it the head of the bed, I would break you – was so good – you feel so good. fixing it will be the first duty for me after I get more of you – can I? please say that I can because I need you – one more baby, please, give me one more. promise I will be more cautious with our surroundings. don’t want to get you hurt. you will only get pleasure until we’re done, my love.”

JOHNNY CAGE can be the most reckless fucker in the whole timeline. interested in you only, he loses the last logical side of his brain – if he has any when he has you in different situations yet each one of them is as effective as the others.

being energetic, having almost superhuman strength, and going wild in sex, he is sure unreliable while fucking. creating a sense of fear with excitement in your abdomen, ideas rush into your mind as you think about what he will do differently this time in every intimate moment. his uniqueness can be pointed out even while fucking you or letting you fuck him.

he’s also loud, talkative, preferring to let you know that you feel wonderful, perfectly taking his dick – or him, entirely, destroying his mind because of the beauty you have as lust cages him like a chain.

he seems like a madman too with his mind full of thoughts about how he can turn the sex you have into something more bustling, catchy, and entertaining for the two of you, maybe a little more for you ‘cause he prefers to be an unforgettable lover. he addresses you as his queen, and he is determined to prove himself right by treating you as one.

to do this, he tries to get his ideas turn into realities while fucking you.

not caring about your surroundings, not thinking consequences of being unconcerned, not realizing what he has done until his highness’ effects of being pussy drunk decrease. the reality hit his face when he saw the world around him, you still under him, mind dizzy, mouth dry because of moaning non-stop, eyes half-closed as you looked up at his face, cries cleaning your heated face.

the bed, worth a million dollars he chose to fuck you onto, now has a broken headboard – the pieces falling onto the floor and the bed’s soft white fabric. the memories of the moment before rushes into his mind as he looks at the broken material inside his fisted hands; he understands that he is the one that caused this. he fucked your wide-open pussy so mindlessly that when he gripped the head to find something to hold on to, he broke it without realizing it. 

as you still soak wet with your cum, and his own getting out of you, he jokes about the situation; chuckling while pointing out the power he has enough to break the bed’s head in one movement, showing it to you with such proudness you roll your eyes – this time not because of his dick, but because of his silliness.

he puts his hands on your sides, smirking down at you, winking, and having no shyness about breaking the bed.

“oh princess, it was worth a million dollars but doesn’t matter. you are worth more than anything in entire timelines. to have your pussy, I can break all of ‘em pretty. but can we appreciate how strong I am? ‘is all because of how good you’re makin’ me feel – ohh, pretty lady, making my mind go crazy like that – ‘is because of you that I broke it, but, what about we break the couch too? wanna do it – wanna break it too while eating you out. c'mon princess, gotta fuck you in every piece of furniture in this house.”

TOMAS is not like his brothers – he is not like the rest of the men at all. he’s a lover who puts your well-being before anyone else, including his desires, and passionate when it comes to that decision in times he has you inside his arms, standing naked from head to toe, giving yourself completely to the man you trust the most, you love the most.

his fragile manner doesn’t let him go hard on you even if you want him to do so. afraid of hurting you even a little bit prevents him from becoming rougher and harsh to you. he listens to all your pleases, begging him to fuck you harder, wanting him to believe he can never harm you, yet, he chooses to stay still even when you act so bratty, trying to get into his nerves, making him let it go.

tomas, being a cute shy boyfriend, delicate when the matter is you, stays determined for a long time ‘'til the day you plan everything out and make him lose his gentle manner, causing the loss’s emptiness to be completed with the new one – greed.

the greed he has for you builds up from his deep soul to show itself through his actions after he sees you sitting on the bed, on your knees, the dress you wear is thin and represents the color of tomas’ armor, the delightful body underneath it is visible to his widened eyes, looking innocently yet devilishly to his eyes, smiling widely as you rise your hand for him to hold and get into the bed with you.

who he is to resist? his determination is not that great – and both of you realize it when tomas gets into the bed, a moment later, when his cock meets with your already soaked and prepared pussy after he fingers you, he feels warmness, fire building within his body, making him want to devour you, unlike the times you had before, he’s a bit dizzy now.

he moans your name over and over again, lips curl only to moan, whimper, and beg for more. you let him though, saying he can get what he needs – you say he can use your body for his pleasure, and when he finally admits it feels euphoric to go rough on you, moans coming out of your pretty pink lips like a melody to his ears, encouraging him further.

he grips you from the waist while fucking you; he uses your body as he pleases, moving your body front to back, his thrusts meet with your walls in mid-air, earning rhythmic moans from both of you.

throwing his head back, he decides to hold the bed under your body because he realizes the red marks on your waist due to the grip he has on there. when his hands reach for the mattress, he grips the white covers strongly, hands turn into fists, and those fists hit the bed’s rigid surface – the bed breaks into two the moment he cum carelessly into you after you praise him, call him your good boy.

he swears for the first time, eyes closed shut, his cum meets with yours, forehead connects with your chest as you hug him from the shoulders.

breathing deeply into your breasts, warmness flows from his breaths to your exposed skin, smoke appearing on the curves of his body slowly, and you feel his tears because of both pleasure he has felt and quilt coming from breaking the bed, making your bodies go lower a little bit.

“oh, I’m so sorry, so so sorry, didn’t mean to – I – I just want to prove myself and get lost when you moan my name like that, calling me your good – ohh – boy. ‘m so sorry my goddess, please, forgive me. wanna say it will not repeated but I can’t – it felt so good that I wanna do it again – right now. my love, would you let me do it again? say yes, and I will be a very very good boy for you – only for my goddess.”

what a journey of rut! here's a cake for you because you deserve it after reading this, bearing it with me! 🍰

❤️ tagging: @lookingforgoodthings , @snowprincesa1 [taglist]

[coffeeandbatboys]

Congrats on the follower milestone! And Thanks for the tag! 🥰

Can we do something like-

Character: Fives

Number: 7

Emoji: 😜

(This is such a cool idea!)

Thank you! No pressure, and no rush!

Oh. My. God. When I was making the prompt list I saw this one and immediately thought Fives. And then I got the damn ask 😂

Prompt: *tipsy* “Have you ever thought about porgs? I think we should think more about porgs.”

Warnings: Fives had a good time at 79s, Kix and Jesse make a cameo. Fives is a clingy lil shit. Reader is implied to be female.

270 follower celebration

About Porgs (Fives x Reader)

Your comm beeped on the vanity. Curiosity getting the better of you, you paused brushing your teeth to see who it was.

“Hey Vod’ika it’s Kix. Fives had a few too many at 79s so he’s your problem tonight. Jess and I will bring him over there soon.”

You shook your head with a smile, remembering the Medic’s rants about the last time Fives was drunk and staying in the barracks. Apparently he had kept everyone awake by singing a badly written love song about you.

You grabbed a glass and filled it with water, before pouring out a couple of painkillers to go with it.

“Force knows he’ll need it in the morning,” you muttered to yourself.

Not too long after the comm your doorbell rang. You opened the door to find Fives, partially supported by Kix and Jesse. He had a lopsided grin on his face and his eyelids were drooping just a little. He did light up when he saw you.

“Mesh’laaa!” He cheered.

You sighed, stepping out of the way so your ARC trooper could stumble inside.

“Thanks, boys. I got him all set up for tomorrow morning. He’s not catching a break.”

Jesse and Kix said goodnight and returned to the barracks, leaving you to deal with Fives.

“Alright let’s take care of your armor.” You ordered, pushing him into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed as you began to pull each piece of his kit off. Once you got down to the belt, something akin to the transition between confusion and realization flashed across his face and he gasped.

“Ohhh it’s like thattt.” He slurred,

You knit your brows together and feigned innocence, just so you didn’t have to give him the satisfaction.

You frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“C’mon Mesh’la.”

You stacked the rest of his kit at the foot of the bed. “You’re going to go right to sleep buddy. After you drink some water. ”

He pouted, but took a couple of sips anyway, then layed down. You returned the cup to the nightstand and turned the light off. For a second, you wondered if Fives was asleep because everything was quiet. But then-

“Have you ever thought about porgs? I think we should think more about porgs.”

That one threw you for a loop. You started laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the statement.

“What?” You wheezed.

“I mean why d’they scream so much? Poor things must be tr…tram…trama…scared or something.”

You flopped down on the bed and groaned. “Go to sleep Fives.”

“Jus sayin’”

“Fives–“

“Fineee.”

You felt him wrap his arms around you and bury his face in your neck, where he placed a lazy kiss.

“G’night Mesh’la.”

“Goodnight Fives.”

“Love you.”

You kissed his temple. “I love you too. Now sleep.”

He let out a deep chuckle. “Yess’m”

[lemonzestywrites]

fuck it friday

tagged by @hippolotamus @eddiebabygirldiaz

heyyyy

so i’m alive!! if you’ve seen my posts life has been really fucked and crazy but thankfully everything has gotten to a decently stable place now (thank GOD) so yeah i’m writing where i can and i randomly got this buddietommy inspiration the other day so uhhhh hope yall appreciate the brain worms LMAO

(nsfw beneath the cut!!)

“You think I should get the cuffs for him?” Eddie’s heartbeat hammers so hard against his chest that, for a moment, he’s almost positive it's gonna fucking shoot out of him like a Looney Tunes character. Tommy glances down at him, head tilted with a wolfish smile curling at his lips. “No. I think our toy is gonna be good for us tonight.” Tommy punctuates the last word of his sentence with a filthy roll of his hips. Ohhh Christ, Eddie is fucking burning alive. His skin is scorched, every inch of him boiling, going fucking hysterical at the thought. Finally, something in him screams. Finally. Finally. Finally. Beside him, he can feel Buck beam, and the hand rested on his chest drifts up before carefully cradling his throat. He doesn’t even have to squeeze, but the motion itself is already enough to have Eddie’s eyes fluttering shut. “You wanna be a good toy for us, baby?” Buck murmurs, nose brushing along Eddie’s temple as he whispers delightfully in his ear. “Let us use you properly?”

If that wasn't enough to get him beyond hot and bothered, the sudden euphoric feeling of Tommy clenching around Eddie’s cock involuntarily. A sharp shockwave of pleasure shoots straight down Eddie’s spine, every muscle in his body clenching for a moment. Fuck.  Eddie nods dumbly, his mind so lost and aimless, just barely remembering to answer the question Buck posed to him. He’s so painfully hard, and everything he wants is so, so close in front of him. The hand at his throat tightens, guiding Eddie closer until he can feel, Buck’s breath puffing alongside his temple, eager teeth peeking through to nip at the shell of his ear in warning. “Words, Eddie,” he reminds in that deep timbre that has Eddie lightheaded in all the best ways. “...Unless I was wrong for thinking that mouth of yours is useful for more than being fucked.” O-Oh fuck. Eddie whines, back arching at the words and that sweetly degrading air that Buck carries. The one that makes him feel so wholly loved and worshiped. Distantly, he can hear Tommy curse as Eddie's cock throbs heavily from inside of him. “Yes. Y-Yeah, I’ll be good. I promise.” Buck smiles, pressing delight into Eddie’s skin. That sweet and so deeply proud air surrounding him in the small gesture, like Eddie just promised to hang up extra stars in the sky just for him.

no pressure tagging - @devirnis @kitteneddiediaz @aroeddiediaz @jeeyuns

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Kinktober: Day 9

Prompt: Spanking

TFA Sentinel x afab gn human!reader

Warnings: Spanking, degradation, fingering, size difference, roleplaying.

Word Count: 1,542

Got a little carried away with this... just a little... i hope y'all enjoy

@sentinelprimeswife because she requested the character and wanted to be tagged :)

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the fleshy that's been snooping around on my ship," Sentinel slams the airlock shut, turning towards you with an authoritative posture, "You didn't think we'd have surveillance cameras, did you?"

You jump at the boom of the airlock, whipping your head around to face Sentinel like a deer in headlights. All you wanted to do was check out the weird spaceship in the dead centre of the city, but naturally, you got curious and slipped past the invisible shield through a hidden opening.

Well, that's what you would say if all this wasn't roleplay.

Everyone thinks that Sentinel is organic-repulsed, that he finds humans so disgusting and pathetic. But it's all a cover-up. His attraction to humans feels shameful and is considered an abomination, in his words. So he plays pretend so as to not make the other bots suspicious. But occasionally, there's an opportunity to play for real, with a little human Jazz made friends with.

It's cute really, how much it turns Sentinel on, to wield his power over you, a tiny human that has no business gettin' flirty with alien robots.

You feign fear, not expecting him to find you so soon. Though that's a bit stupid of you to think when your hiding place was Sentinel's private office. But it wasn't entirely an accident.

"I'm sorry sir," You back yourself up against the large desk, much too large for you, "I-I was just curious-"

"Oh you were curious, were you?" Sentinel scoffs, striding over to you, "You humans have a saying, now what was it- ah yes, curiosity killed the tiger."

"Cat."

"Whatever," Sentinel rolls his optics, "My point is, you've got some nerve sneaking around on my ship, squishy. And that's enough to warrant punishment for a Cybertronian, let alone a human."

You bite your lip, "What kind of punishment are we talking about, sir?"

Sentinel looks down at you, getting an absolute kick out of the difference in size. His derma tugs at the corner, "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

You watch with ardour as he walks around to his chair behind the desk and sits down, though his posture seems more relaxed. He clears his vocalizer, a garbled static with a hidden excitement, "Well? Are ya gonna come out from the front of my desk or what?"

Taking a small gulp, you briskly walk behind his desk where he sits, standing next to his pedes. You don't dare look up at him, half out of embarrassment for what's to come and half from the sheer nausea-inducing height difference from this angle.

"Now, instead of just standing there, why don't you come closer?" Sentinel scowls, returning to his assertive personality after faltering for a moment. He leans down with an outstretched servo, and before you can even blink, he literally scoops you up to his eyeline. God if you weren't having head spins before, you sure are now.

"Hey don't do that I'll-"

"Don't even say it, you freak me out enough." Sentinel lies through his dentae, but he pulls a one-eighty real quick when he flips you on your stomach with a finger, "Arch your back struts, that's an order."

Ohhh. You know exactly where this is going now. He wants to spank you into obedience. You weren't going to lie, Sentinel is definitely the type of mech to have this kind of kink. Though a bit tamer than you were expecting, the thought of getting spanked by Sentinel sends a shiver of arousal to your core.

So you obey, arching your back for him. He, surprisingly, helps you out by bending his middle digit so you can drape your upper body over it. He's got a full view, tight jeans showing off all your humanly curves.

Sentinel's breath hitches, he can't help but bask in the warmth of your soft, pliable body. How you just melt into his servo and bend so fluidly. But he's getting distracted. He'll let himself lose control later, for now, he'll try to maintain at least some of his dignity.

"Look at you, taking orders like a good organic," Sentinel taunts, using his other servo to trace down your back, "I half expected you to put up a fight; a bit disappointing actually."

You don't have the nerve to say anything, afraid that you'll say something you'll regret. Because it's only a matter of seconds before Sentinel notices the small wet patch seeping through your jeans.

"Not talking?" Sentinel teases again, trailing a digit to your ass, "I guess I'll just have to make you scream."

Sentinel wiggles his digit behind the waistband of your jeans, pulling them down to your knees. If he didn't notice how wet you were before, he most certainly does now. He groans at the sight of the foreign sticky fluid soaking through your underwear, his spike involuntarily pulses behind his panel. Oh, what he would give to bend you over his desk right now. But you're far too small for his length.

"If my knowledge of humans is correct, I would say that you like this." Sentinel runs his fingertip across your ass, "How pathetic."

Before you could open your mouth to actually give him a comeback, he strikes the fat of your ass with a flick of his digit. A simple move on his part, but it was enough force to send you forward and make you cry out.

"There's your first one," Sentinel soothes the area, rubbing the reddened area gently, "Let's see how much more you can take, trespasser."

He does it again with just as much force but on your other ass cheek, watching how the soft flesh jiggles. Though he's 'punishing' you, he watches your every move and listens out for your safe word, making sure he's not pushing you to your limit.

A gush of arousal seeps between your legs at the third slap, back arching outwards like a cat with each one in a kneejerk reaction. Tears start to prick at your eyes at the sting, but you don't bother wiping them away. You know Sentinel likes to see the reactions he gets out of you.

Nearly half an hour passes, and your ass is red-raw, jeans ripped off long ago, crumpled on the desk. You're like a trembling leaf in his servo, which now collects a small pool of your fluids in his palm. You never once complained or back-chatted, taking your punishment like a good little organic. Sentinel's spike slipped past his array a while ago, and now resorts to grinding against the desk in replacement for his hands being full.

"One more," Sentinel pants, hips softly grinding against the desk, "Be a good little human and take one more for me..."

"Sentinel, please..." You whimper out, prepping yourself for the next sting. It comes swiftly, causing a shaky cry from you. But you take it, letting the tears run down your face and onto the digit you rest heavily on.

"Good... very good," Sentinel groans, rewarding you with a few pats on your back, "You took that a lot better than expected, I suppose you deserve a little repayment."

You half expected him to slap you again, but he doesn't. Instead, he moves your underwear to the side and rubs the tip of his digit against your soaking slit. The relief of finally getting some stimulation to your numbed nervous system causes a rush of exhilaration, and you can't help but grind against his digit.

"Please... I've been good," You shiver as you feel him press past your folds, "I promise I won't snoop around on your ship again I swear- nghffh!"

"I've heard enough of your yapping," Sentinel pushes his digit the rest of the way inside you, growling at how hot and tight you feel, "All I wanna hear from you now is those little whimpers, you understand?"

"Mhm," You moan as he thrusts and curls inside you, wet squishy sounds accompanying your whimpers, "Yes, sir."

"Good little organic..." Sentinel pants, resuming his grinding against the desk, focusing on how your tight cunt eagerly swallows him up, "Primus, I bet you'd look so tiny on my spike, wouldn't you?"

"Yes sir," You're so fucking desperate to cum at this point, you start bouncing your ass on his finger, imagining it's his thick spike stretching and filling you out, "Fuck... nffnn-"

"Bet you'd be so warm too," He groans, close to finishing on his own, "Frag it-"

Sentinel cries out as he shoots thick ropes of transfuid across his desk, spike throbbing with yearning. Though trembling through his overload, his relentless thrusts of his digit buried inside you only hasten.

And before long, he's watching you cum hard around his finger, impaling yourself as much as you can on him. You cry, scream and jerk as you work yourself through it. Fluid drips from between your shaking thighs, running down your legs as you collapse on his hand.

Sentinel half-laughs half sighs in exhaustion, slipping his finger out and flopping back onto his chair. He lifts you back to his level, petting your limp form with a shaky servo, "Guess you're good for somethin' after all, human."

[puddle-nerd]

He Knows

Summary: You have to stay still or Ao’nung might find out what you and Neteyam were doing. (Human Neteyam/Human Female Reader)

Prompt #1 (Cockwarming) for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023

Story Tags: No Use of Y/N, Cockwarming, Female Reader, Human AU, Aged Up Characters, Everyone is Legal, Yes They’re Both Eighteen+!, Established Relationship, Use of ‘baby girl’, Accidental Voyeurism, Caught, Bi-Curious Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan

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“Stay still, baby girl,” Neteyam whispered hotly in your ear, pushing his one hand into your tummy to keep you from squirming in his lap and adding to the delicious pressure; his other hand flipped the page of his college economics textbook leisurely, as if he had no care in the world. He added, rubbing his nose against your neck, “I’m trying to study for my midterm.” You whimpered, both wanting to move your hips and feel the pleasure you only felt with your boyfriend and to be a good girl like he’d told you to be when you had first sat down on him almost an hour ago. “Give me… ohhh…” he hissed as you adjusted your weight in his lap, your inner walls fluttering around his firm shaft, “give me thirty more minutes and then we can play. Can you do that, baby girl? Can you behave for me and not move?”

“Yes,” you whined quietly in the back of your throat, your breath coming out in shallow pants, your nerves on edge. “I’ll behave, Teyam.”

But, god, how you wanted your boyfriend to fuck your brains out. He was definitely the best you had ever had, the only one of your lovers to make sure you enjoyed yourself to the fullest and that you got off every time the two of you were intimate. Just thinking about it made more slick dribble out of where you and Neteyam were connected and trickle down the curve of your bottom. You sighed through gritted teeth, turning to bury your face into his neck, breathing him in as you tried to distract yourself for the next half an hour, like he had requested of you.

“Be good,” Neteyam reminded you, shifting both himself and you within his desk chair, his cock grinding up slightly into your gummy walls, making you tighten further upon him. He hissed, gritting his own teeth as he struggled not to drive himself up into you like he wanted to. “Be good or you don’t get to cum at all, baby girl.”

“Yo! Tey! You home?”

You immediately wanted to yell in anger, or cry, especially when your boyfriend’s roommate let himself into Neteyam’s room casually and without warning. Again. “Oh… Go away, you butthole,” you groaned, looking over your shoulder as Ao’nung sauntered cockily towards the two of you. You straightened out your skirt to make sure the Hawaiian didn’t see what the two of you were doing as he got closer. “Don’t you ever knock?” You didn’t not like Ao’nung, you actually thought he was amusing – and really, really smart when he wanted to be – but right now, you didn’t want him around with your boyfriend buried balls deep inside of you. Even if your boyfriend’s roommate was kinda… really attractive.

The young Hawaiian man smirked at you, his blue eyes roving over your flushed face and heaving breasts, a dark brow rising up on his forehead.

“This is my parents’ spare house that they’re renting to me and your boyfriend, pretty thing,” he reminded you, leaning up against Neteyam’s desk and crossing his tattooed golden-brown arms over his broad chest. “So, you better be nice to me.” You rolled your eyes at his empty threat and straightened up in Neteyam’s lap, trying not to react as your boyfriend’s dick convulsed within you again, just the way you wanted it to – when Ao’nung wasn’t present. Although… there was something really arousing about warming your boyfriend’s cock right in front of his clueless roommate.

“You’re an ass and we’re busy,” you muttered weakly, trying not to moan as the shaft buried deep within you twitched.

Neteyam pressed his hand against your belly again, shushing you while causing pleasure to skitter up and down your spine. Your boyfriend looked up at his roommate, his beaded braids clacking together quietly as he asked, voice level and even, “What’s up? I’m trying to study.” His free hand drifted down beneath his desk and teased the inside of your trembling thighs.

“I’m meeting up with Rotxo at the Omega Beta Zeta party shortly,” Ao’nung replied, brows furrowing as he watched you bite down on your lower lip and breathe slowly through your nose so you didn’t moan. That didn’t stop the full body shudder wracking through you or for your hands from biting into the armrests of Neteyam’s chair. The Hawaiian started to smile as he added, “Think you can tear yourself away from your books for a few hours so you and your girl can socialize with others our age, Tey?” he inquired teasingly, smirking at the two of you. “If you don’t have other plans, that is.” His blue eyes lingered heatedly.

‘Oh, god, he knew,’ you thought, wanting to sink into your boyfriend and hide in embarrassment.

“We were actually planning to stay in and watch a movie or something tonight and order takeout from that new Brazilian place,” Neteyam replied, his voice still smooth and composed whereas you were fighting the pleasure his fingers and his cock were inciting within you. “We’ll go to the next one, ‘Nung. Promise.”

Ao’nung rolled his eyes and smirked to himself. “Yeah, yeah, I can take a hint,” he replied before glancing between you and your boyfriend, watching as you tried to be good and not squirm.

God, you wanted Neteyam to fuck you.

The Hawaiian eyed you closely and you felt yourself clench even harder down upon your boyfriend, pulling a grunt from Neteyam. Ao’nung’s brows furrowed and then his pupils began dilating in a way that had you tightening further down upon your boyfriend’s shaft, more slick dribbling out of you. And in that second, you realized your boyfriend’s roommate knew exactly what the two of you were doing right in front of him. Ao’nung added, “I’ll just go change real quick and leave you to fuck like rabbits. Unless you two want some help?” His hungry blue gaze jumped from you to your boyfriend and back again. “I’m quite skilled… in all areas.”

You froze, jaw dropping and you heard Neteyam gulp.

Apparently, you and your boyfriend hesitated too long because Ao’nung shrugged and stood up, saying, “You guys change your mind, let me know. See ya later.” He waved and sauntered out of Neteyam’s bedroom, closing the door behind himself.

You shifted in your lover’s lap, hissing as his cock ground into your cunt deliciously, and you looked at your lover and asked, “Did he just…?”

“I think he did, baby girl.” Neteyam gulped and asked quietly, “It’s… kinda hot, right?”

You raised your brows at this revelation and all its possibilities and grinned and him. You leaned in for a kiss before you told him, “Yeah, it kinda is. But we’ll talk about it more after you fuck me.”

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Originally Posted: 14 December 2023

Word Count: 1,135

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[fulltacs]

Questions about books! Tagged by @ilhandeii 💚

1. the last book I read

prrrrobably a cookbook (this will be a theme)

2. a book I recommend

Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain! An absolute RIOT for anyone who ever worked in food service, but he was a surprisingly thoughtful and intelligent guy.

3. a book I couldn’t put down

[hot take alert] please don’t judge me when I say the first two books in the ACOTAR series 😭 yeah they are what they are but they’re also quite fun. sara jara fell off afterwards and her works turned into a rambling mess but I guess that’s what happens when you give your editor the boot

4. a book I’ve read twice or more

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy gets reread every few years, and I’m not much for rereading (high praise, basically). Even if you’re not into sci-fi this is such an iconic book and Douglas Adams has a drop-dead hilarious writing style.

5. a book on my tbr

This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

6. a book I’ve put down

Just about anything recommended by booktok, ESPECIALLY the dark romance. Hate writers who go down the “this bad guy is actually secretly a GOOD guy who saves women and child trafficking victims and his abuse of the FMC is totally rational and explainable and let me just retcon the abuse entirely” ohhh my fucking god just stand by your characters and let them BE BAD?!

8. a favorite book from childhood

Spiderwick Chronicles, A Series of Unfortunate Events, anything fantasy or scifi

9. a book I would give to a friend

The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, she really is that bitch

10. a fiction book I own

White Noise by Don Delillo. Takes effort to read but it’s surprisingly funny. Glad it wasn’t assigned to me in school and I could discover it at my own pace

11. a nonfiction book I own

A People’s History of The United States by Howard Zinn (yet another I would recommend to everyone!)

12. what I am currently reading

The Flavor Bible and The Serpent & The Wings of Night

13. what I am planning on reading next

whatever my irl romance book club chooses! I’m also taking notes on what some of my faves here read 👀

14. my shelfie

unfortunately it looks like this -> 📱

no pressure tags @troubleghoul @mikichko @glossysoap @littlebit-of-art @onefouronesixnine 😌

[actual-changeling]

Hi! I read your tags on the holy water convo between Az and Crow, and I think Az thought Crow was going to hurt himself with the holy water - which he obviously didn't want so he said no. In the end he trusts Crow enough so he gets it for him anyways. (Or this is at least how some people interpret this scenario).

Ohhh, anon you woke my meta brain with this. Let's have a look!

That scene is part of a larger pattern, so if you look at it individually it's not really too big of a deal and Aziraphale's reaction is understandable.

However. It's not just this one scene. Aziraphale has the very bad habit of making decisions for people without consulting them, acting on what he thinks they should want, not what they would actually choose to do.

He does it throughout the entire Edinburgh flashback, and then again with the holy water. "That's not what I want it for," says Crowley, and Aziraphale straight up decides that nope, I know Crowley better than he knows himself, he is obviously lying to me.

The same thing happens with Maggie and Nina, the ball, the final offer, even with GOD. Every single time Aziraphale finds himself in a moral dilemma (which is only one for him and no one else and also created by him for himself alone) he starts with "oh, that's not what God actually wants".

Blasphemy of the highest order, deciding that HE knows what God wants better than God. It's completely ridiculous and infuriating and such an important part of who he is as a character—so yes, when it comes to the holy water scene it's not about Aziraphale's concern.

It's a complete lack of trust and a weird entitlement to Crowley's autonomy.

When your friend shows up and says "hey, I need x and my life depends on it" would you go "no, you are lying, you want it for y and i am not giving it to you"? Would you feel entitled to make that choice for them? How do you think they would feel about that?

Tl;dr nothing in this show is just one scene. You have to look at everything in the larger context of their character arcs and the morals behind their choices.

[istherewifiinhell]

HM for the bingo: matoba, um um um. your least favorite oppie. your most favorite starscreamer. ummmmm. Abyssal Black Flame Dragon

HEHEHE

shitty id in alt. WELL THATS URRRR GUY. thats the guy thats nat.sume is about. pretty sure <- took me like a year to figure out this is not the case. he is silly. ive seen it in the gag manga. hessss a pretty loser goth in and out of drag what is not to like. im just assuming ur the most right about him i dunno if that means other ppl are wrong tho

joelle joelleity joelletwo is trying to get my ass murdered on tumblr dot gov. EDITED AND UPDATED. need to reflect that my constant with this one is i get why megs got like that

[alt]. ohhh buddy...... you asked. 1. no personality. 2. hate his whole vibe (aesthetics/affect) 3. BETRAYED THE REVOLUTION. 4. not a very good conflicted pasicfist if thats what they were gonna go for. 5. tee fee pee special. u know show dont tell. this is tell, then forget to bring up ever again. simply. simply. listen if the girlies in the tag have to make him interesting for their fanfic and fuck nasty shit (honourary) go with god. i have read good fic of him. but thats compliments to the fans. me personally. i would simply use any other iteration. i suppose u cant beat how DIVORCED this guy is. im not opposed any of his specific characteristics really. its the holistic sum thats my enemy.

DOODLING HEARTS AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE ON THE SCANTRON <- which tf is that 🥁🔔

[ALT] actually can i edit this again lets do a bingo for bullying. he got bullied possible the most anyone has but ill bully him some more 😏🤨😳. now ur some ppl might think oh u like this screamer so much to u inversely not like this megs for beating him up. well not u tho. thats gotta be one of my favourite 2 minutes in all of tf kajdgbjfdhb. hes not real so hes fine with that i asked him myself. ANYWAY WHAT IF U WERE BACKED INTO A CORNER BY UR OWN VIOLENT IMPULSES AND CONSEQUENCES OF UR OWN ACTIONS and also millennia of unending war so u just decide to go full nihilist about it. and this literally saves your world and people. well not the ones u killed but most of em. and u keep winning <3 and ur pettiness and self severing survival instincts also saved the universe. btw. idk if i have HC so much as. i can see my reading of the text not being universal but also im right <3. billybob thompson one of 2 fav non latta screamers. prettiest modern screamer design

out of LEFT field but i LOVE IT

[alt] wait how did u land on a orbeez side character i would at remember the vibes of enough to get double bingo. was it dragon sooyoung? kfjjdf. DO U KNOW. how often i watch something and think. this character would be improved if they were an edgy anime fourteen year old. WELL HERE IT IS. the most important thing u can be in the world is a shitty emo teen with a deviant art dragon fursona. i dont remember anything else im literally just like. thats perfect. what a shit head. the best character in the book now im saying so.

[strangerhands]

10 fandoms/10 characters/10 tags

waaaaaa omg thank you for the tag em 🫶 @runa-falls!! its been 800 years since i got to do a tag game (and make my own post for once..) so thanks! this actually made me happy but also a little "oh shit. people know i exist..?" i also made this post unnecessarily long but its me so whats new

ummm its all. only. oscar. not sorry (a little sorry)

1. marc spector + steven grant + jake lockley, moon knight-my absolute beloveds. moon knight is so special to me. the boys are so special to me. theres really nowhere near enough i could say here about them but if you get it, you get it. its also what got me into oscar (even though i discovered immediately that he was in annihilation and x-men: apocalypse WHICH I WATCHED YEARS AGO GODDAMMIT)

2. robbie paulson, law and order: criminal intent-listen. hes my girlfriend. my babygirl. my love. my sweet boy. the one plaguing damn near every Thot. most niche character here. wish he was real. wish there was more content of him out there but good god if fran (@/midgardian-witch, who also made that gif) hasnt been holding it downnnnnnn. bless.

3. poe dameron, star wars sequel trilogy-beautiful brave sweet husband who would maybe drive me a bit insane irl but in a good way (mostly) i wanna protect him. (also the only star wars films ive seen sorryyyyy sorry. yes it was for him. and adam driver.)

4. miguel o'hara, spider-man: into the spider-verse + spider-man: across the spider-verse-ohhh you beeg grumpy beautiful man. he would not like me. bite me pls (also still my two favourite movies oat.) craving some milk and cake suddenly... (his hair wings..<3)

5. cecil dennis, revenge for jolly!-pathetic little dirty alley cat man my beloved. my little princess. also my babygirl girlfriend little guy loser boy. (AND THE CURLSSSSSSS. AND SAD COW EYES.)

6. nathan bateman, ex machina-asshole who i unfortunately love. we would not get along irl but thats what fics are for!!!! he would make me cry. (but what if i could fix him..) i have a soft spot for him...

7. llewyn davis, inside llewyn davis-sad beautiful talented man. you can crash at my place any day. i would let him leech off of me idec lemme help you baby. i could show you what love is. (the curls and outfits...... i Crave.)

8. santiago garcia, triple frontier-woof. this guy. damn. yeah. sorry santi but i wanna bite your knees

9. blue jones, sucker punch-literally. asshole piece of shit but good god. whore. so slutty and beautiful and PATHETIC. i would let him be mean to me and then cry in private. but also put him in his place. its complicated. (whoever did his eyeliner and club wardrobe in that movie... i owe you my life. thank you. thank you. you deserve everything. thank you.)

10. mikael boghosian, the promise-oh. sweet beautiful intimate lover man. THAT scene... absolutely killed me. THAT SHOULDVE BEEN MEEEEE. i need him. (i am taking this moment to remind yall of the titty bite. yea. not sorry. youre welcome.)

honestly i couldve put nearly all of oscars characters but alas.

no pressure tags, hope none of you mind! i know this is very sudden and unexpected from me. only tagged some mutuals so its not 10 :p sorryy (sorry if youve been tagged already)

@my-secret-shame @saturn-rings-writes @spacecowboyhotch @villainsoftheweek @f4nrir @kouichijo @mugensword

again, no pressure to do this. hope everyone tagged is doing well! i havent interacted with some of yall in a long time<3

all gif credits go to their respective creators! i have no idea if tumblr automatically shows who made them or not, so sorry if it doesnt.

[prototypelq]

GRABS YOU OHHH MY GOD I WASN'T HALLUCINATING YOU'RE A HORIZON FAN OUGH on all fours barking howling I love the series SO Much I'm unwell and have a shrine to Aloy.

I hope it's okay to ask you- who's your fav HZD/HFW character??

Oh WAS I mutual my dear

quick sidenote: sorry for disappearing a bit, I will shortly return to messages and fic commentary, january's been busy xD

HZD was pretty much my 'first big gamer pants' game, it was the first game I played on my ps4 and I sunk hundreds of hours into it, big thanks to photomode for that too! (some self-marketing, I have en entire #hzd photomode and #hfw photmode tags for that)

I remember first seeing an announcement trailer of it and then being really bummed out they changed the aim hexagon from that gameplay showcase to industry-standard circle xD.

So, uh, yeah I am a big Horizon fangirl, though let's just say the HFW story twists had me...somewhat loose interest in this series, it feels too much 'marvelised' to me now. Still, the games are great and I have no choice but to follow where it all will go next.

Tomato Captain Husbando is my absolute fave. I lost all sense and went rabid when the HFW trailers with him present dropped, it was insane.

Normally I am neutral towards character shipping, like I don't care much for it. Then someone like Erend drops along and oh boy. I legit missed him when playing FW because it felt cold, and very far from base game and just damn, I missed him a lot. Fictional man obsession imprinted on him I swear

Varl is also great, his random bush jumpscare at the start of HFW was hilarious! I cannot make up my mind if I wanna burn him with a flamethrower if I see that beard again or if it's not too bad on him... The moment where he, Erend and Aloy all went on a mission together was comedy gold I would never ever forget, it was adorable.

Kotallo is great, no questions asked. I love seeing disabled characters being badass, and he had a great arc coming to terms with that disability, very good food. (member of a One Armed Nero Supremacy Gang)

I also love Horizon for giving us lots of cool side-characters and stories to explore! There was a sidequest with a captured Nora woman, who had avenged her offenders and then had to make due with surviving as a 'cursed' Nora, really liked that one. The young tenakth get injured by acid spitting machine sidequest was awesome, the musical banuk who played pipes in frozen dam like drums is my fave FW spot, the Lowland Tenakth grandma she is just the best...

Yeah I love this series a normal amount)

Bonus, fav machines: Behemoths, Broadhorns, Dreadwings (their battle theme is sooooo goooooood)

[fbfh]

steve x reader pampering you on your period hcs

wc: 900

pairing: steve x afab reader (no pronouns)

genre: toothrotting fluff, some fluffy smut

warnings: babying/coddling/steve being an ABSOLUTE daddy, mention of breeding kink (obviously it's steve), reader has their period, cramps and period adjacent stuff, implied size kink/steve has big hands and arms, petnames (princess peach angel), one fleeting "periods suck I want a hysterectomy" comment, steve lowkey tracks your menstrual cycle (in a caring way not a creepy way), steve calls himself daddy (duh), a literal stupid amount of clit rubbing, praise kink, emotional intimacy kink (steve can't stop saying I love you aww), reader is called pretty (cause you are <3), brief mention of humping steve's thigh in your sleep (the dream)

a/n: I want steve to baby me so goddamn bad. time to cry over this lol

tags: @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @Sad-brunnettee @ilikemypolarbear @lubsana @cowboylikekelsey @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @the-snake-pit @ilikemypolarbear @hxgemxscles @demirunner @paris-loves-dustin

as with all smutty content all characters are over 18!!!! minors dni thx!!!!!

Steve Harrington 

“The hair” 

King Steve

Your Stevie

He’s so affectionate, so nurturing 

He’s naturally such a caring person that he babies you a little all the time

Usually in a way that makes your stomach twist and flutter when he’s walking somewhere with his hand low on your back

Or when he holds your face in his hands to check on you

“Did you have something to eat yet today? Hm? C’mon, I’ll make you something to eat, on the house.” 

Ohhh my god it makes your heart pound and your pussy throb

Your ovaries literally cramp up for this man

Literally the second things in Hawkins calm down a little, you’re going to look him dead in the eye, put his hand on your lower tummy, and tell him you’re ovulating

He will be instantly hard when you put his hand on your tummy

And you know he’s going to pump your cute little pussy full of him, full of his cum until you’re pregnant

Unfortunately for you, today you’re cramping up because you got your period

You haven’t even gotten out of bed yet and you know

The feeling is unmistakable

You let out a little whine

Maybe if you don’t move it will go away

You’re usually up by now, Steve guesses you must be sleepier than usual

He meets you back in his bed where you’re still curled up in a little ball under his duvet with a coffee or tea or whatever your preferred beverage is, just the way he knows you like it

You feel the bed dip

You don’t immediately attack him with kisses, so he knows something’s up

His hand, big and warm comes to rest on your back, rubbing soothing shapes

“What’s wrong, princess?” 

His voice is so low and caring and you can feel his love for you radiating off of you

“Got my period…” you mutter into the bedsheets

You feel like shit

You don’t want to move, you don’t want to cry

You just want ibuprofen and a hysterectomy 

“Aw, peach,” he coos, brushing his finger across your forehead and placing a kiss along your hairline

Honestly, he was expecting this

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t keep an eye on your cycle?

“Don’t move a muscle, angle, daddy’s got you.” 

He kisses you again, tucking you back into bed, and leaving the room

He comes back a few minutes later, and lifts up the covers enough to settle a hot water bottle against your skin, nestling it into the bend of you hip at the exact right place

You whine at how good it feels

He moves you to lean up on your elbow

“Open,” he directs, placing two painkillers in your mouth and raising a glass of water to your mouth

He doesn’t need to direct you to swallow, but he does anyway

It’s not an unfamiliar command, and it makes you shift your hips a little and squeeze your thighs together 

He moves you to lay back down and begins rubbing your back again, checking his watch to make note of the time

“Alright, you can take more just before lunch,” he mutters to himself

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he begins, and you scooch closer to lay your head on his lap, “We’re going to stay here for a few minutes until your cramps ease up, get you in a shower, then we’re gonna hole back up in here and watch movies until you feel better, and you’re not going to lift a finger. M’kay?” 

He looks down at you for confirmation, and you nod

“‘Kay,” you mutter into his lap

He really can’t believe how goddamn cute you are

So that’s exactly what you do

And he sticks to his word, not letting you lift a finger

He brushes your teeth for you, puts deep conditioner in your hair, wipes some toner and moisturizer over your face

He knows how period breakouts can stress you out

You spend the rest of the day bundled up on the couch watching your favorite movies

He wraps you up in your favorite blanket, puts your head on his lap or chest, and rubs your lower back

Feeds you chocolate and snacks when you get fussy yk

Comforts you through your other symptoms

Lets you rant to him if you have any mood swings

If you get horny

Which who wouldn’t around Steve

He puts you between his legs with your back against his warm chest

Wraps his big old arms around you

And rubs the shit out of your little clit through your panties while peppering your face with kisses

Praises you SO FUCKING MUCH

Tells you over and over and over how much he loves you

How pretty you are, how much he loves spoiling you, how good you are to him 

If you really really want him to

He’ll stick his fingers down the waistband of your panties and rub your little clitty absolutely raw

After he’s made you cum at LEAST half a dozen times just from rubbing those light little circles, he gets you settled into his side for a nap

He caresses your cheek with his thumb, watching you sleep, chuckling when you squirm in your sleep and hump his thigh

Periods are shitty

But they’re actually kind of nice if they’re an excuse for Stevie to baby you

[visionsofmagic]

◜ mk1 men showing their kinks to you ◞

▸ characters: liu kang, kuai liang, bi han, tomas, johnny cage, kung lao, raiden, syzoth ◂ ▸ wc: 4k+ [wow, once again]

▸ tags: nsfw, soo spicy, lord kink, various kinks, power play, master kink, inappropriate usage of abilities, begging, licking, nudness, humiliation, praising kink, dom/sub dynamic, sub!mk1 characters, dom!mk1 characters, pet names, filming, spanking, ropes, fingering, cum, eating out, kneeling, brat!reader, f!reader, use of yn, personal assistant!syzoth, and more in the work! first time writing kung lao, hope it fits him well. ^^ enjoy! ◂ ▸ m.

THE TITLE • LIU KANG doesn’t have a god complex, not at all, he’s a humble creator – demi god, even though he has great power of fire, martial arts, and more. he expects all of his friends to see him as an ally, not a mighty god, and kneel before him because he wants to be accepted as one of you, staying beside you and protecting the realms at any cost.

well, it is like that for any other – including you, for most of the time anyway. however, he has a thing for a certain title whenever it leaves your pretty shining lips, making him go dizzy even though he is steady, not leaving any of his emotions getting away so easily – but around you, he loses focus a little bit, desiring to have you – wanting you to call him ‘lord’ again and again until he makes you cum, creating a mess on him – your lord.

it’s your idea – to call him by his ‘lord’ title as if it’s blessing coming out of your parted lips, additional teasing by your fingers, hands, and gazes don’t help at all – they just make him lose his control of being an ally, the rising heat causes him to give you more so that you can scream his name within the title.

it has both an affection tone, showing how much you love and trust him – using his title out of respect you have for him, for what he does for the sake of all realms – and a seductive tone which drives him crazy, and having you under him the moment he has a chance to do such thing. he makes you cum again and again as he listens to all the pretty noises you’re making because of him and how his warm cock enters your clenching pussy.

“ohhh – my lord!” you scream, “l-lord liu kang! it’s so good – sooo good.”

“oh, is it my love?” he will sound innocent even though his actions prove otherwise, cock slapping into your warm walls rapidly, “then cum, make a mess for your lord.”

his white eyes shining brighter than before as you hug his arms, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, lips to lips, you cum on his cock, making sheets go dirty within it as you moan his name so loud that he smirks down at you – cock side of him showing, “ohh, my pretty love is so good for her lord. let your lord give you more, will you?” you nod and it turns out that he hasn’t enough of you calling him by the title – he wants more.

ROPES • KUAI LIANG only used his weapons as defense and attack tools – well, it was the case until he met you, got to know you better, fell hard, loved you with his soul and heart, and finally got intimate with you.

it takes some time until you both bring the things you like to the bed – both afraid that the other will not approve. when you tell him first, the thing you want to do to him, he makes it come true because he is there to satisfy his lover, you, in the most pleasurable way – you deserve the whole world after all.

then, he brings his desires into bad as the sessions become more intense with each one – he learns how to give you pleasure and how to receive – yet, there is a certain one he likes to have – the one which includes one of his weapon, kusarigama without its kama, only cold metal chains he likes to see on your body – using it as a rope whenever he has you in front of him – ass up, face on the pillow, moaning mindlessly, body jolting forward whenever he spank your ass since you move so much, try to get your hands release – however, it’s impossible to do it even though you want to touch him.

the cold metal around your body, ending on your wrist, and being held by the warm hands of kuai liang sends chills down your spine because of how cold it feels compared to his body and cock buried deep inside you. he has a tight hold on the chain, using it as a rope to help you arching your back, ass getting higher as he fucks you from behind. “is it too much love?” he will ask, a bit teasing, looking at the beautiful sight in front of his eyes – red marks on ass cheeks, pussy soaking, breasts bouncing – the chains around them make them look delicious, face full of heat.

“you have no idea how beautiful you look right now my lady, as always, magical,” he says, increasing his warmness to make you moan his name louder, “will have you like this, wrapped with these chains, until you cum again and again. will make its marks appear on your whole body.”

MASTER • BI HAN is the grandmaster of lin kuei – it gives him power and authority. he likes to have it since he’s crazy for power for his clan, being stronger, better, and more determined with each passing day, doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied –he knows he has great strength but he seeks more and more – so, he doesn’t get satisfied even a bit – however, he can’t hide the truth that he likes to be master only for power, yes, it was the case for him but it changed a little bit when he saw the power he has on you while fucking you.

he doesn’t think of it as a kink, he’s too careless to think about what a kink is – he just enjoys it, it amazes him how he turns on immediately in the moments you call him your master, showing him respect, giving yourself fully to him both as a warrior and his lover.

he prefers being delicate with you but his true instincts make him go crazy around you, losing the control of creating a balance between a gentle lover and a rough fucker for you – he doesn’t think about it that much yet he knows he does two of them at the same time – love you so delicately, protecting you at all costs, telling all pretty names whenever you’re alone while fucking you rough, making you turn into a mess for him and his cock, earning lots of moans and rapid breaths from your agape lips.

he tries to stay calm yet when you use his title in a way no one dares to say it, affection and greed can be heard through it as he fucks you – every hole you have from pussy to ass and his favorite, your shining lips.

eyes rolling, salvia appears, tears wash your pretty face – what a magnificent sight to have in front of him as you stay on your knees, hands gripping his thick thighs, soaking onto the floor under you, and moaning how good he tastes while he has a grip inside your hair, pulling and pushing you, fucking your mouth as he pleases. he feels his empowerment inside your eyes – the look you give him scream how you are pleased to give your master pleasure at the highest level, letting him use you as his personal fucktoy – he smiles at the idea, the free hand caresses your chin full of wetness, creating two opposite sense and sending it to your core.

“how pretty,” he says lowly, “master’s favorite fucktoy,” adding, he smirks at his own statement when he earns a loud moan from you which is shut down by his thick cock inside your warm mouth. “yeah, like that? sure you do my personal toy – offering every hole of her to me – to his grandmaster,” he leaves your mouth, holding his dick and slapping your face with it, “say it,” he orders, “say who’s your owner.”

waiting for a response, he laughs when you give an answer, “master -! my grandmaster bi han!”

“that’s right pretty. let your master fuck your remaining holes as well after I fill your pretty mouth with my cum.”

PRAISING • TOMAS is so shy that he can’t tell his kink aloud even when you encourage him to say it after you explain yours one by one, feeling shy too yet wanting him to know what makes you turn on right away, wanting him to have you in the exact same moment.

he doesn’t judge you, not for a single time, contrary to that, he gets turned on as well, smiling widely, scratching his neck hair, and telling you how he will make them turn into reality the moment he has a chance to. he tries to get better in every one of them as well, wanting you to reach the highest pleasure, not leaving them only as statements.

so, it’s not surprising to discover his kink while having an intimate session with him, not paying attention to it fully but after it ends, you spend alone time, thinking about it with a logical and peaceful mind, you realize what turns him on in sex – putting attention to them and discovering which one is the most effective one on him.

can’t wait until you get together, alone, in the room you share, you just use your theory after a mission ends. you watch him closely yet do not alert him that you do it on purpose, calling him ‘good boy’ after he does his best in the mission, and completes it effortlessly. the word you use shows its effects immediately – he freezes for a moment, eyes shining as he looks at you with them widening, furrows raising, and chest going up and down rapidly for a moment before he gets himself together, saying thanks but sounding so delicate.

you know it’s not just the word – it’s the thing you do – praising him, his efforts, his support – all of it.

the next thing you know he literally moans loudly when you praise him as he eats you out, kneeling before you, the head between your inner thighs, fingers playing with your breasts as you hold him by his grey hair, pulling it and moaning shamelessly, “ohhh, such a good boy for me – baby, doing soo good!”

he freezes once again – yet, rather than turning into an innocent one he prefers to let it go, understanding what you’re doing and finding great lust in it as he moans again and again, eating you further, wanting to get more praise – even his fingers find your pussy, entering it, doubling the feeling up.

it makes you go crazy when you see his hardened cock inside his boxers, “pretty boy!” you scream, head throwing back, eyes going white as he fucks you with his tongue and fingers. soaking wet, you add, “be a good boy and make me cum tomas!”

“yes, yes, yes – ohhh, my goddess, will be a good boy – your good boy, will earn lots of cum from this pretty pussy – ohhhh, so delicious.”

FILMING • JOHNNY CAGE would never thought he would have a certain kink like this one – yes, he has lots of them – and having them with you, well, the ones you’re comfortable with as well as doing the things you want him to do. he pleases his woman as best as he can – giving you pleasure boosts his ego, wanting to please you further until your mind is only full with him – nothing else.

when he has you under him, below him, in front of him – in every position, he watches how your pretty face lightens up with the lust, desire to have more – listens to the lewd voices your pussy creates, mixing the sweet voice you make, especially moaning his name – smiles and looks down at your pussy as he clenches around his length, sending a jolt that flows through his entire body, making his mind go dizzy.

it’s perfect – from the beginning to the end, it’s just the description of perfection – you are the perfection for him. and being a great actor, addicted to his camera – his phone, he realizes something he wants ultimately, the reason why he pictures you even after he has you – he daydreams about you all day, waiting for it to end and finally getting together with you again.

he misses you so much that he can’t stand it, and he understands what he needs to do.

the first thing he excepts from you is to laugh, can’t take it seriously, then, not agree – but, you don’t utter a word when he says it, only looking at his face with heat on your body because of hearing how he thinks you look so beautiful – out of this world, dreamy, while you have his cock inside your holes – he expresses his desire to capture it, watch it later, and seeing you in every aspect as possible as he can.

then, you agree, don’t judge, just accept it and realize how you want him to film you whenever you have mind-blowing sex – it becomes a habit of yours now – he films when he fucks you from behind, the camera captures your pretty face so close that he cums the moment he watches it. he puts his camera on the table beside him when he has you on his lap, riding his cock as he drinks his favorite alcohol, watching you fuck yourself on his dick. he even takes a video of you while you suck his cock – his favorite so far because how obedient and cock slut you’re for him.

he smirks, taking you by the chin, making you look up, and winking at the camera of his phone as you suck his cock as if it’s the most delicious thing your tongue taste of – salvia leaves your mouth, eyes shining, nose has a little redness, cheeks burn, and tears flowing down to your face since his thick cock fills your entire mouth. “oh baby –“ he says, chuckling, “you’re my favorite sight to see in a movie! in our personal fucking movies – ohh, how much I like to watch ‘em only to see the expressions you make – so innocent yet lustful. my pretty lady will make you watch it too!” he laughs, caressing your face, “taking my cock so well – maybe will publish it so that everyone can see what a slut you’re for me! would’ve been my biggest hit!”

HUMILIATION • KUNG LAO is full of ego – thanks to his wins strength, and attractiveness, he has great self-love and he acts as such, telling his best qualities again and again – he does it around others just because he has a habit of doing it but with you? oh, the reason is different for doing it when it comes to you.

he remarks them to show off – to make you fall for him even though you’re literally his lover who fell hard for him, getting excited to see him – to watch him as he fights, and listening to all the bubbles he says including his ego. you leave chuckles, bright eyes shine with enjoyment, letting him show himself off because it entertains him that his favorite girl loves him as a whole – for who he is!

he can swear even he can’t think one of his desires would include an opposite kink compared to his general self. he can’t say it aloud either – he’s too shy to do that, to allow himself to get the knowledge of his deep desires – turning on by you humiliating him in bed out of all places – not to joke, not to tease – to take out his secrets into the surface.

it happens when he utters a few words about him being the greatest in bed, and you tease him about it by mocking, “oh, really? is magnificent kung lao the best fuck? maybe if you try enough you cute boy, being my personal fucker, it can be. what do you think?”

he can’t think about anything at that moment – his mind freezes – he even can’t think!

it takes some time for him to get back, hearing your worried questions about whether he is okay or not – you say sorry if it makes him uncomfortable – then, both you and he look down at his hardened cock, the tip is pink, dripping precum as he exhales the air rapidly than ever, words being cut as they reach to his dry throat.

“y/n –“ he nearly moans your name lowly, looking so fragile with the way his hands on your thighs shake as he holds them – you try to move your hips, caging him between your legs, getting closer, you chuckle, hands find his shoulders as you sit down on the table still, letting his exposed hardened cock press to your bare pussy.

you clench around nothing, and his cock twitches with your husky voice, mocking him more, “oh, will all mighty kung lao cry? will make a mess because of me? hm, is it the case you got a boner now, pretty boy?”

he moans this time, hands gripping the flesh inside his palms tightly, trying to earn a kiss from you as he leans closer but you put your forefinger on his lips, smirking and pointing the ground under his feet. “to earn it, you have to please me, my personal fucker,” you lick the side of his lip, winking as he begins to blush – redness appearing on his shocked face, the tip of his dripping cock hitting your pussy, wanting to get inside. your finger enters his mouth, pulling his warm tongue out as he whimpers, getting harder as if it’s possible, “on your knees, my good boy. show your owner how good this tongue is.”

BEGGING • RAIDEN is a humble man who knows his worth. he’s well aware of who he is, what his worth is, what he wants, and in which cases he will lose it all – only for you, his significant other, the owner his heart and soul.

he’s a gentle lover indeed, you can give him that – bringing gifts to you, kissing you fondly, showing great affection and love, especially when you’re both alone and comfortable – the peace runs in the air as you show the love you have for one to another openly, no fear of getting rejected – the knowledge of your worth in each other’s eyes is visible through the gazes, words, and actions.

it feels like a miracle when he finds both love and friendship in one person – and he thinks he is the luckiest person in whole realms when the tension you share completes each other perfectly – getting closer to you, he discovers his self – his kinks as you tell him about, he still has questions about them though yet he tries his best to please you while he gets you better, further – no one else, only him.

the help he receives from you about these all kink situations deserves a big thanks and he tries to give it to you by fucking you with his cock, his tongue, his fingers – which one you would like to have.

he puts more focus on you than himself, yet, you have other plans – you want him to understand the importance of being aware of knowing his deepest desires to take the best feelings from your body as well as his.

so, you tell him how words have a different and effective role in intimate sessions mixed with actions – you try to make him see its effects on him firstly because it’s the most remarkable and permanent way to learn about it – so, you study him, trying to see what makes him turn on and what turns him off. among others, one thing catches your attention – begging.

raiden never begs – not to others, or for other things. however, he is ready to beg for you even though he’s yet not know it fully – it takes time for him to get there, and being a helpful lover, you take your role gladly, using your knowledge in one night when you begin to make out. raiden appears behind you, hands wrap around your belly, pulling you closer to him, his cock slowly getting hard as it touches the lower part of your back – the thin fabric you have makes the sense breathtaking.

you chuckle, looking at his face as he rests his chin on your shoulder, “needy?” you tease and he blushes. nodding, he does his little tricks and before knowing it, you find yourself on top of him, cock is buried deep inside your walls – it twitches, wanting you to move and ride him.

“y/n –“ he whimpers, eyes getting brighter, tears ready to leave them.

“yes, my pretty boy?” you ask, head tilting to the side as you rise up and sit down on his length suddenly, making his head thrown back onto the pillow, moaning. “need something?”

“need you – to move – y/n, move already!” you chuckle, hands on his exposed well-built chest.

“then beg for it! we both know you can do better than that farm boy.”

and he listens, starting to beg loudly, hands positioned on your waist, holding tightly, tears washing his pretty face as he begs for you to move – then, he begs for more – he begs so beautifully that you ride him so well and he even begs as he cums into your pussy, making a mess. “yes, yes, please – oh my love, please! ohh – s’ much! s’ good!”

PERSONAL PLEASER • SYZOTH chose to be your personal assistant and lover at the same time – the idea of being by your side all the time, giving you the support you need, being the one you call first is always amazes him, causing him to accept your offer and take the title of right-hand man, giving aid and help in every way he is capable of.

he doesn’t feel any humiliation because you’re there to show your love for him, how you think of him as an equal, not below you, no – he’s your lover before being your personal assistant and protector. you are at the same level, and you don’t stay back by showing it to him and all the others – you have him beside you every time you attend meetings, parties, festivals, and business works. he’s always there – he lets you introduce himself as your lover first, then says how he’s also your right-hand man who is best at everything – your own luck.

yes, it makes him feel shy but not as shy as he feels when you have him alone – in your office, in your bedroom, in your garden – it doesn’t matter, the shyness he has is exactly the same in every place. it’s the way of help that makes him go all red, or warm, or crazy even.

you say besides being his right-hand man, he’s also your personal pleaser – you let him fuck you rough, showing the beast he has under his pretty face, “agghhh – fuck – syzoth!”, you let him get undressed and jerking himself off as you watch him – his eyes don’t leave yours, watching every expression you have on that pretty face of yours he likes to see as he jerks himself, cum into his fist and earning the same one from you, “syzoth – so – so good to watch!”, you let him go invisible and eating you out in public as you sit down under a table, trying to suppress your moans when he’s tongue swifts into his natural form, entering deep inside, “syzoth!”, you let him kneel before you, on his knees, watching you approaching him slowly, and then, taking him into the bed as he begs for it. “ohhh – syzoth!”

his answer will always be the same, “yes, my goddess? need me?” he mocks you as if he isn’t the reason why you’re like that – weak on the knees, shaking, soaking wet, wanting nothing but him.

the way he enjoys being your personal pleaser besides assistant drives you crazy – the intensity of having him both as a lover and pleaser rising up. you can’t even blame him for using his power inappropriately – it feels too good to utter the words that warn him. he doesn’t care – he does what he needs to do – what you deserve – his full attention and effort.

“my goddess, let me show my gratitude to you – as your right-hand man, it’s my duty to make sure you get what you want.”

[josephslittledeputy]

WIP Wednesday!

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Posting a few things since I've missed a million wip wednesdays, so first up is the beginning of Willa's disastrous journey in part 1 of her dark au :)

“Ugh…” A groan forces itself through cracked, dry lips as she wakes to an insistent mumbling hum buzzing by her head. Her eyes flutter open and roam over her settings with an owlish blink. Numbly, she stares ahead, to the swaying headset that’s making so much noise, and finally to the vibrant orange ribbons, flapping in the wind outside. A few minutes tick by before her memory trickles in, syrupy slow, bringing with it an ice cold terror. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. She was hanging upside down with her seat belt being the only thing holding her in place. It takes another minute to realize that the ribbons outside were not ribbons at all, but flames. To make matters worse, there's a tiny waterfall of liquid, dripping down from the helicopter and splattering onto the ground into a puddle. The smell itself is indistinguishable: Gas. She looks over to her right to see Hudson, passed out, then in front of her to see Burke, also passed out, and then there was… Wait, where the hell was Joseph? “Amaaaziiiiing Graaaace.” The distant, haunting timber of his voice paralyzes her. Ironically, she can’t help but to think that this would be the part in the movie where the main character ran and hid from the killer. But she has no where to run and no where to hide, so she does the next best thing: A fumbling attempt to grab the headset dangling just out of reach, taunting her. “How sweet the sound…” She leans forward, brushing her fingertips against the headset and pushing it further away. “C’mon!” She makes another attempt and this time her hand secures a tight grip around it. With a bud of hope blossoming in her chest, she pulls it toward her, just a little closer- Joseph’s hand shoots into view like a striking viper, latching onto her wrist with a punishing grasp and her breath hitches in her throat. She doesn’t dare to turn her head, in fact she’s not even sure she’s able to. She’s frozen in place, watching him move into her line of view. “That saved… a wretch… liiiike me…” He tilts his head, watching her. Unblinking. Waiting. It’s only when she releases her death grip on the only lifeline out of here that he, in turn, lets go of her wrist. It's a short lived relief, as in the next moment he grabs her jaw, lips twitching in amusement now that he’s made sure she’ll be unable to look away from him. “I told you that God wouldn’t let you take me.” He taunts, using his other hand to blindly reach up and grab the headset behind him, pulling it close so he could talk into the mic. “Dispatch.” “Ohhh… my god.” Nancy responds with a relieved, shaky exhale of breath. The reply prompts a brief half smile, one that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “Everything is just fine here. No need to call anyone.” No. No, no, no. There was no fucking way- “Yes, Father. Praise be to you.” He drops the headset with a dramatic flourish then leans in with deadened expression, getting close enough that she could smell him this time: Dirt, sweat, ink, old books, and… something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. He reaches up, slowly, as if approaching a cornered animal and she can’t help but to think, oh god, this is it. Bracing herself for the pain of long, pianist fingers penetrating squishy flesh, her eyes fly open in surprise when rough, callused thumbs brush across the apples of her cheeks instead. It’s a soft, soothing gesture, one she’s unfamiliar with. He wipes away stray tears that she hadn’t even realized were there and takes a moment to watch her. A second later, he’s leaning in, getting too close, forcing her to move her head back until it hits the headrest behind her. “No one is coming to save you.” He utters those final words before climbing out of the helicopter

Next up is Willa's (failed?) cleansing!

“Not this one.” He holds a hand out, stopping the peggie at her side and giving them a look before handing over the book he’d been reading from. His blue eyes—looking almost colorless in the moonlight—flick back to her and the water parts around him when he moves closer. “This ones not clean.” Then he lunges, pushing her down until she's submerged underneath the water again. She struggles, trying to gain purchase on anything, but the effort is futile and a few seconds later she’s already resurfacing. Her chest heaves with her gasps for air, her lips trembling from the cold temperature. “Y-you mm-muh-mother-f-fucker!” “Ahhhh!” He clicks his tongue with a smile, “Shhhh.” Expecting it this time, she holds her breath just before he pushes her under, the cold water shocking her system as if she were doing a polar plunge. She manages to grab hold of his shirt, pulling him with her and delighting in the blurry shock on his face when he stumbles and falls. He barely manages to catch himself and in using her to regain his balance, he sends her back slamming into the ground, driving the air from her lungs. Out of instinct, she opens her mouth and inhales water, gulping it down like she hasn’t had a drink in years. It gives her a bone chilling sense of dreadful déjà vu. Her frantic movements grow more sluggish the longer time passes until soon, she isn’t even struggling at all, but weakly smacking at whatever part of his body she could. But he doesn’t relent, he doesn’t let up, he keeps her there until her vision darkens at the edges. Then he keeps her there even longer, sharp fingers digging into her shoulders as he takes out his rage and frustration on her. She can’t do anything but exhale… and let go. . . . “N’aww, you really thought this was over? It’s only just begun…” . . . Someones pressing on her chest—one, two, three—then pushing air into her lungs. They repeat the motions again. One. Two. Three. Air forces its way into her lungs. She doesn’t respond. Again—one, two, three—more air. She responds this time, coughing and throwing up water that spills over her face. Sweet, sweet air fills her lungs and there’s a multitude of voices all mumbling by her ear. Her eyes lazily open, idly noting that her chest feels heavy, that it aches. Above her, with the moonlight behind him like a halo, she can only think that Joseph Seed looks just like an angel in that moment. Or maybe it’s the bliss—yeah, she’s sure it's the bliss. His lips were moving and the words don't register with her, but the relief was clear on his face. Raising a hand, he pushes wet strands of hair from her face and slowly, the words begin to fade in. “You’re not here by accident or by chance. You are here by the grace of God. You’ve been given a gift.” His lips pull up into a smile, not like the half ones that she’d seen earlier in the crash, but a real one. His hand smooths over her hair again, the motions setting her at ease, making her relax, disarming her. “Now it remains to be seen whether you choose to embrace it…” His voice lowers into a despairing whisper, ”Or to cast it aside.” Chirping crickets fill the silence while he continues to stare, memorizing her features.

[hopeds]

rambling about ships/dynamics i yearn for while i sit in the car

peko/tenko:

saw a post in the tags saying how predespair tenko probably idolized peko and now i've just been thinking about them — especially in the sense of having adjacent enough interests but tenko encouraging girls to outwardly express their emotions while peko does the exact opposite. i think tenko would absolutely adore peko's fondness for cute animals and i think she would do wonders to help peko regain a sense of autonomy :')

gundam/mikan:

thinks about their drs interaction where he calls her the lamb and lets her hold the devas so she can be less anxious with animals...

idk if my thoughts are coherent at all about them but i just think they can be . so cute.

nagito/mikan:

but specifically ♠️ like they are in the trial for chapter 3

idk how much i ship it apart from that sort of dynamic because they're both such unstable individuals that i can't see much between them really being that healthy nor enjoyable tbh?

but them bitching each other out ohohhohoho

tenko/mikan:

i will talk about characters other than tenko and mikan i promise. but ohhh my god i think mikan would make tenko's protective instincts go HAYWIRE

and again with the expressing emotions thing like i briefly elucidated upon for peko and tenko but i think mikan has a lot of shame about her emotions and also isn't sure entirely how to express them normally (like when she randomly screams/yells or when she says really. weird shit out loud unprovoked) and i think tenko could do. so much for that

hiyoko/fuyuhiko:

another one of my dearly beloved ♠️ moments

idk how many thoughts i have about them offhandedly but i like them and i like them antagonizing each other

hiyoko/sonia:

this one is more platonic in my mind ( ... sighs.. ♦️) but i think they'd get along so well because of their mutual interest in horror/crime/occult etc

like yeah hiyoko canonically dislikes her but as much as hiyoko torments kazuichi i think she expected a pervy gross guy like him to give her all the attention (as per her track record with her fans unfortunately) so someone else getting that attention kinda. sets her off

BUT when she realizes that sonia didnt even really want kazuichi's crush on her to be a thing i can absolutely see her softening for sonia

especially because sonia was kind to hiyoko and shows a great deal of respect for traditional japanese culture, something very close to hiyoko's heart

hiyoko/kazuichi:

on that note...:)

not a ton of thoughts about them to prattle about right now to be honest but i have a soft spot for them and a soft spot for hiyoko antagonizing him

any combination of peko/maki/mukuro:

they're all similar personality - wise but i just think. idk. a lot of themes of dehumanization overlapping that makes me want to see them kiss

hajime+izuru/mikan:

sry combining them into one but. god the thoughts i have about hajime and mikan are unreal and i like them

even with hajime's self loathing for his lack of talent i still think he's stable enough all things considered to support mikan in a way she needs?

ugh when she mentions wanting to harm him so she'd need to take care of him and he just says she doesn't need to do that. emotional

chiaki/mikan:

i just feel like. i don't know i just feel like they can be so cute

gentle/soft spoken/kind person just the kinda person that mikan needs... and i think she could show her so many video games and it can something that is so sweet

mukuro/sayaka:

hmgmghmh ladies...

socially awkward x social butterfly like what if i cried.

also their drs interaction is SO cute and i just. weeps

mukuro/kyouko:

self sacrificial x unable to depend on others... oh they're foils your honor

i've mentioned this in ims before but omg drif/other adjacent scenario where kyouko notices something Off about disguised!mukuro and then they just. they're gay your honor

tenko/touko:

oh i just feel like tenko can get through to her. i just know she can. even if it takes ten million years

peko/fuyuhiko:

dare i say something controversial?

hm. well. ♠️

in the sense of like. fuyuhiko not wanting to be reliant on the kuzuryuu clan and peko being the embodiment of it because she's his Tool/object as per the clan. and i can just see it getting warped somewhere down the line and i'm so fascinated by that

also like. normal romantic stuff but that can also go without saying i feel

tenko/angie:

okay so. jealousy over himiko aside. i'm so intrigued by the idea of like. tenko confronting angie about hiding her emotions behind her religion in a sense — but i can also see it going in a ♠️ sort of way tbh

kaede/miu:

ohhhh how i love them so. not a lot of cohesive thoughts but i LOVE them so much

other:

nothing cohesive again but god am i a sucker for possessiveness/predator+prey dynamics teehee

also this isn't comprehensive! tbh i'll ship pretty much anything and i love writing ships, very rarely do i care about chemistry so you can just ask me

anyways if you're interested in writing any of these perhaps PLEASE hit my line or lmk in any capacity because i'm dying to tbh

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Incorrect Quote Tag Game

I was tagged for this by the lovely @lexiklecksi and am using this generator. This should be fun.

no pressure tags: @druidx, @sparrow-orion-writes , @homesteadchronicles, @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @ashirisu, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds, @philosophika and anyone else that fancies having a go.

Placing all of these under a cut to save peoples' dashes. See my list of characters here as some of them may be from that extended list.

Laurence: Am I going too far? Snotgrut: No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

Birghe, holding a rock: Ugri just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock". Yoruk: If you don't marry him, I will.

^ Meredith (offscreen); Not if I ask him first!

Thaddeus: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Thazaar doesn't take me seriously enough. Dwena: "Sometimes"? Selene: "Enough"? Thaddeus: Selene: Change that to 'at all' and we'll talk.

Elowyn: What do you do when someone offers you drugs? Quentin: Take them! Meredith: Punch them in the neck! Felix: Say thank you! Snotgrut: Offer them more drugs to assert dominance! Elowyn: … Elowyn: No.

Enezeage: Ooh, somebody has a crush Elowyn: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Meredith, I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Elowyn, very much awake: Uh oh.

Snotgrut: What the fuck. Felix: ESPN is showing 2003 national jump rope championship. Snotgrut: Who the hell watches jump rope competiti- ooh bouncy.

Quentin: We’re kind of missing something guys. Felix: Cohesion? 'Arry: Teamwork? Laurence: A general sense of what we’re doing? Elowyn: And Snotgrut is not here. Laurence: Oh, and that, yeah.

Thaddeus: Hey, Selene? Can I get some dating advice? Selene: Just because I'm with Edwin doesn't mean I know how I did it.

*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword* Elowyn: Rude. Laurence: That's fair. Quentin: Not again. Snotgrut: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

Meredith: Yoruk kissed me! Birghe: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Meredith: It was unbelievable! Birghe: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Ugri: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Birghe, get the wine and unplug the phone. Meredith, does this end well or do we need tissues? Meredith: Oh, it ended very well. Birghe: Do not start without me! Do not start without me! Ugri: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing? Meredith: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it. Ugri: Ohh... So, okay, were they holding you? Or were their hands on your back? Meredith: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair. Birghe and Ugri: Ohhh. *meanwhile* Yoruk eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed them. Kidri: Tongue? Yoruk: Yeah. Kidri: Cool.

Selene: Snotgrut, can I ask you a question? Snotgrut: You just did. Selene: Okay, can I ask you two questions? Snotgrut: You just did. Selene, frustrated: OKAY, CAN I ASK YOU FOUR QUESTIONS?! Snotgrut: You just did. Selene: When?! Snotgrut: Just now.

Selene: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Dwena: Did Edwin say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? Selene: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–