#one was “fuck you. you'd better mind your own business. you can't just go through other people's pockets and bags only cuz you felt like it”

[bloom-into-blue]

𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕖

summary: angell and bianca share you. that's it, that's the tweet.

contents: transfem!angell x reader x bianca, cunnil.ingus (bianca receiving), handj.ob, an.al se.x (reader receiving), fing.ering, pure, soft smut with a hint of aftercare.

word count: 1.8k

author's note: chat. i have been so very stressed. i'm sorry this was shorter than the last two fics, i just want a woman to hold me tenderly. here, have pure smut.

art source: i adore you, my teacher

bianca's quiet sighs echo throughout the room, her hands tightly gripping onto the bedsheets. yours are muffled against her, too busy parting her lips with your thumbs to lap at the sensitive flesh before you like a starved woman.

“you tightened up. c'mon, relax f’me,” you hear angell rasp behind you, two fingers already knuckle-deep into your ass while she ignores everything else entirely, something that's both unbearable yet exciting mixed together. you know what's ahead.

as if to help you relax a bit, bianca breaths out before carding her fingers through your hair gently, murmuring a quiet, “you feel so, so damn good. ugh, your tongue,” and she can't finish the sentence before a quiet gasp falls from her lips and she jolts against you, prompted by the way your teeth brush gently against her folds. she's dripping onto the bedsheets now, but no one pays any mind to such a small detail, not when angell is focusing on the way your tight hole takes her fingers, not when you're lost between the sensation of angell filling you while preparing you for her cock, and certainly not when bianca's too busy grinding against your mouth slowly, as if afraid of taking more than necessary from you. you're desperate to taste her more though, so you push your tongue against her entrance and delight in the breathy whine that follows.

angell lets out a sound between a whimper and a growl, needy for your attention as well, before she moves to your side and takes your hand gently, all while her free hand stays with two fingers inside your hole. “please,” she whispers, “touch me too.”

you'd coo at the sweet way she pleads, but you'd rather die than pull your tongue away from bianca's folds, so instead you hum against the blonde’s dripping cunt and wrap your fingers around angell's cock. her breath hitches as you stroke her at a languid pace, already noticing the way her precum drips slowly from her tip and onto your hand.

between bianca's little gasps above you, angell's quiet whimpers as you stroke her, and the latter's fingers scissoring inside your tight walls?

you feel dizzy, intoxicated, and you need to feel them both against you.

you start pumping your hand around angell faster, making her grunt at the feeling, and at the same time wrap your lips around bianca's hardened bud, which prompts her to gasp sharply and rock her hips against your mouth.

“fuck, t-that feels so good, please,” bianca mewls frantically, her grip on your hair growing tighter. her essence is all you can taste, and you know she's getting close from the way her inner thighs grow tense before relaxing and tensing up once more.

angell isn't faring any better beside you. she's all quiet pants and whines, bucking her hips against your hand as she tries to fuck it and imagining it's your pussy. that doesn't mean angell ignores your pleasure though, because her fingers are now going in and out of you at the same pace as her hips move, and all you can do is suck bianca's clit while you moan around it, just as needy as the two girls that whimper your name between needy moans and growls.

the first one to come between all of you is bianca, who throws her head back with a wanton scream and arches against you, shivering while riding her high against your tongue. you press it flat against her, letting the blonde ride you to her heart's content, happy to taste her release against you.

angell isn't too far behind from bianca though, for she lets out a choked up cry of her own and thrusts desperately into your hand, then releases her seed into your palm while her hips jerk and quiver.

her fingers still inside you though, making you whine in frustration as you pull away from bianca's pussy. “please, i-it's not fair,” you whine and wiggle your hips. bianca giggles at the sight, breathless as she is, and her hand is back to caressing your hair gently.

“don't worry, cutie. we'll spoil you for taking us so well, won't we?” bianca coos softly, her blue eyes rising to meet angell’s golden gaze.

“she's right. it's only fair we return the favor,” angell rasps. before you can process their words, both women shift theirs and your positions around, now angell is sitting on the bed with her cock against your ass, with bianca smiling in front of you like a cat that's about to get the cream.

after a last whisper against your ear of “relax,” angell starts pushing in as gently as possible, slowly sheathing herself into your ass with quiet grunts that threaten to turn into whines. you don't fare any better for the record, clinging tightly onto bianca and resting your head between her tits while letting out ragged breaths. “that's it, just like that,” you hear the blonde whisper while she gently strokes your back. with the way angell stretches you out, any discomfort you could've felt is minimal at worst, and at the same time you can feel bianca's hand traveling downward to stroke your soaked slit without actually dipping her fingers inside, the tease that she is.

finally, when angell is buried inside you all the way, both of you are already breathless and desperate for her to start moving, though for some god forsaken reason she manages to hold back. “keep my cock warm for a bit, alright?” she murmurs into your ear, then presses all of her front against your back, letting you feel her soft chest and the way her pebbled nipples brush against your skin.

“don't worry, i can keep you busy,” bianca purrs, and finally parts your lower lips in order to push two fingers in, her body flush against yours and her soft nipples pressing against yours while absolutely tempting you to just lean down and suck onto them. the only thing stopping you from actually doing that is the way her fingers move at a tantalizing and slow pace, coupled with angell's cock filling you and making your mind empty itself in record time.

all you can do now is try to grind back, falling into angell's embrace and feeling her cock twitch inside your ass, or try to roll your hips forward, with bianca thrusting her fingers into your drenched pussy as a reward. you need both, yet all you can do is whimper and whine instead of actually begging for them to ravish you like you want to.

after a few brief moments, angell’s resolve finally cracks, and soon she's pulling out until nothing but her tip remains inside, then slowly pushes herself back in. “fucking hell,” she grunts before she starts thrusting in earnest against you, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck while bringing out rhythmic little moans out of you.

bianca's breath hitches at the display, and her smile widens as she decides now it's a good idea to start pumping in and out of you, resting her forehead against yours in an effort to keep you grounded. “just let yourself go. we'll both take care of you.”

so she says, but between the squelching of her palm against your labia and angell snapping her hips against yours faster every second, it's hard to say anything beyond a shaky, “please…”

you can feel the way angell smiles against your skin, still dizzy with her own pleasure yet proud of how much of a mess she's already making out of you. without any warning, her hands shoot up to your breasts and begin kneading them gently, right before she starts rolling one bud between her fingers while pinching the other, effectively drawing even louder cries out of you. “hey, no fair!” bianca calls out with a pout while thrusting her fingers into you at an even faster pace, and if her arm burns, she doesn't show it. in an attempt to upstage angell, bianca grits her teeth before a sly grin rises to her face, and suddenly her lips are pressed against yours and her tongue is already pushing into your mouth when you let out even more needy mewls.

for her part, angell doesn't seem jealous, and if anything her smile widens at the sight while her hands continue to toy with your nipples. all the while, her cock keeps going in and out of you; it only manages to feel even thicker when it's inside your asshole, you can barely breathe from the pleasure alone. bianca's now distracted herself rather well by kissing you and making an even bigger mess between your legs, while her free hand grips onto your hips and, surprisingly enough, guides you so you're grinding back and forth.

you barely know where angell begins and bianca ends now, all you know is both of these women are consuming your entire being right now.

cracks start to appear in angell’s composed appearance, and what started out as confident grunts are slowly dissolving into needy cries against the back of your neck; suddenly her pace becomes less measured, far more sloppy, and each thrust goes deep enough inside you that your eyes roll back every time.

bianca notices the change thanks to the desperate moans you're letting out and pulls away from ravaging your mouth to grin. “oh, we can't have you come before our princess here, she chastises angell, right before a third finger enters your pussy and suddenly her pace is incomprehensibly fast. skills of a sinner, you'd rationalize when your brain wasn't melting out of your cunt. even worse (or better) is when the blonde starts playing with your clit using her free hand, something that makes you scream out and quiver around her fingers mere seconds later, which has bianca smiling impossibly wide. she simply keeps rubbing it in tight little circles while you clench around her fingers, all the while cooing in your ear.

angell’s eyes widen behind you. “w-wait, fuck, she got tighter-” she manages to blurt out before a whole whimper falls from her lips, and her pace turns borderline animalistic now, easily prolonging your release and threatening to make you entirely dumb on her cock. “gonna come,” she warns between desperate cries, then moments later makes her promise come true as her warm seed fills up your tight walls. only then does she allow her hips to slow down before going still entirely.

“good girl… you took all that so well,” angell praises before gently turning your head to the side so she can kiss your lips now, the contact sweet and chaste.

“can't say i disagree. you looked beautiful there, sweetheart,” bianca whispers as her smile turns genuine and her hand goes back to caressing your hip softly.

with the two of them holding you gently like this, making sure you're okay after all that, it feels like heaven itself is wrapped against you, naked and sweaty as they may be.

moments later though, you're finally coherent enough to realize angell hasn't pulled out. neither has bianca retracted her fingers for that matter.

“round two?” angell rasps.

“pretty please…!” bianca adds.

with a sigh, you realize this night is far from over.

[thebearer]

hi e! back again with more carmy shit because i love the way you did my little blurb justice 🥰. i literally just envisioned sydney minding her own business and just recklessly placing carmy in the hot seat cause she knew his ass was gon get it 😂. i’m all in for more dom!carmy so i’d love to keep the idea going that his s/o works for/with/alongside him at the bear with a touch of her giving him her two cents? a little bit of sass to just remind who he’s dealing with 😩. maybe this time around he slipped up on something major (a birthday, anniversary, or something that overall was important to the reader and he put it off because in his mind the bear comes first). she’s been slowly driving him crazy with that silent treatment she’s been doing for the last few days and her less than a few syllabled words when he doesn’t remind her how irked he made her 😂; she’s not mad anymore just disappointed. and anyway basically in a prep for preordered to go’s on lunch rush he’s reading back orders to her and she completely writes him off. i can see him being like exactly how he when he’s not getting when he needs from his staff during a frenzy and flipping tf out. like you know when he repeats himself a second time as if you didn’t hear him the first he means it 😂. tysm in advance! please feel free to do whatever you’d like. i’m writing this at 6 in the morning so many ideas are coming into the fold. i hope you have a great day - 🥣.

ok i did sorta a different-ish take. same idea but i don't write the reader as a chef bc quite honestly i can't relate lmao i'm a horrendous cook lol. but silent treatment yes!! reader works at the bear but not a chef.

"Does anyone know where the extra napkins are? Mindy needs to be settin' tables." Carmen huffed, slamming the empty crate back in the back stock.

"That would be your missus' domain." Richie snickers, elbowing Fak lightly. "Guess you better go ask her, Cousin."

"Yeah? Fuck off. Thought it was your fuckin' job." Carmen grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"Me? Fuck no, Cousin. You know who's job it is, c'mon." Richie grinned. "It's your wife, Carm. What? Scared to talk to your wife?"

Carmen sneered, huffing in annoyance, but the truth was... yes, he was a little scared. Especially with how furious you were at him. Carmen was a chronic over worker, barely taking time for himself. It was a constant fight between the two of you, one he'd gotten better at, but still struggled finding that balance. Which normally, you'd be more forgiving about.

Except it was your anniversary.

Carmen left you waiting at home, dressed up with a new lingerie set that he painfully didn't get to enjoy. By the time he got off, taking his time to clean the kitchen, prep for tomorrow's crowd, he looked at his phone and saw your texts and calls, his heart dropping.

You'd been giving him the cold shoulder since then, furious and hurt- or so he assumed, you wouldn't say anything.

Richie found the entire thing hilarious when Carmen told him. "You forgot your fuckin' anniversary? You jagoff, holy shit."

Carmen found it less than amusing. The tension in the restaurant was thick because of the two of you. Everyone teetering around you, but especially Carmen, he was more on edge now.

Pushing the door open to the office, Carmen ducked his head in, seeing you at his desk- your desk, technically, you used it more. "Hey, honey," Carmen's voice was soft, a sweet hum that had your spine straightening. He flinched lightly, stepping towards you. "D'you know where the extra napkins are?"

You didn't reply, simply typing on your laptop, editing a video for the social media page about the upcoming summer specials.

Carmen blinked, barking out your name in a much harsher than he meant to, but it seemed to work. Kinda. Your head whipped around, eyes in a burning glare when they met his, but your lips were still pressed together.

Carmen through his hands out in exasperation. "Are you bein' fuckin' serious with me?"

Richie made his way towards the table where Tina was doing prep, craning his neck to watch. Your lips twisted, glaring harshly at Carmen. Carmen huffed, a hand running over his forehead. "What do you want from me, huh? What? You're just never gonna speak to me again? I forgot, ok? I didn't mean to, I just fuckin' forgot! I was at work!"

You glared at him, feeling Richie's amused gaze from over Carmen's shoulder, the rest of the staff pretending to be busy to hear. "Shut the door." You snapped.

Carmen flinched, shocked. "What-"

"Shut the fuckin' door, now." You snapped, slamming your laptop, turning to face him. Carmen pressed the door shut, ignoring Richie's whines of "c'mon, Cousin, it was just gettin' good!".

The two of you stared, neither being the first to talk, not wanting to break. You huffed, rolling your eyes in annoyance. "You wanted to talk, talk, Carmen. I've got shit to do."

"Hey," Carmen's eyes flashed at you, his tone hard with an edge of warning. "You better watch your-"

"-No, you better watch your mouth with me. Watch what you say to me, Berzatto." You snapped, pointing a finger at him. "This isn't a fuckin' game, alright? I'm mad at you. Actually fuckin' mad at you."

Carmen's stomach turned, swallowing the guilt rising with the bile in his throat. "I... I'm sorry-"

"-Sorry isn't going to work this time, Carmen. It's always sorry. Always I didn't fuckin' mean to, I got busy." You snapped, arms wrapping over your torso. "You always do this, but our anniversary? You forgot our anniversary?"

"No, I didn't forget." Carmen ran a hand down his face. "I got you flowers and-and the bracelet-"

"-And that was very nice, Carmen, but you weren't there." You snapped, the finality in his tone making his rebuttal dissolve in his mouth. The hurt in your eyes, rounding and pitiful, soft and pleading with him. You were angry, but you were hurt, too.

His shoulders deflated, breath leaving his lungs. "You're right," Carmen nodded slowly. "No, you're-you're right, and-and-and I'm... Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby." Carmen said sincerely, eyes shining with sincerity. "I... I got caught up and I-I shouldn't have even been working that day, I just..."

"I know." You muttered, looking down at the desk, a framed picture of the two of you in Copenhagen at your wedding ceremony. Carmen in his suit, you in your dress, happy and smiling with the breathtaking scenery behind you.

Carmen could feel the guilt growing in his chest, palms sweating and heart racing, the panic to fix it- to do something. "How much longer do you have?" Carmen asked, nodding towards your laptop.

"Just a few more things to edit." You looked at your paused work. "Why?"

"Let me... Let me make it right." Carmen sighed, shaking hands fumbling towards his apron.

"Carmen, you can't leave-"

"-Yeah, yeah, I can." Carmen nodded, pulling the door out and calling for Sydney. "Can you cover tonight, Chef?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I can." Sydney nodded.

"I got it too, Cousin-" Carmen shut the door before he could hear Richie's full comment, sure something smart ass would be included.

"Let's go out." Carmen looked at you. "A make up. Please?"

You folded your arms, pouting lightly. "'m not dressed for going out."

"What're you talkin' about? You look beautiful, c'mon." Carmen shook his head lightly at you, shoving his clothes into his bag, pulling out his spare.

You tried not to drool at the sight of his chest. You'd missed him, you really had. It was a shame the lingerie went to waste.

Carmen pulled you out of the restaurant, hand on your waist, holding you close to his side. It wasn't the fancy reservations you'd planned, no Michelin star restaurants with expensive wine. No, instead, he took you to some a rooftop restaurant, one with the vibey aesthetic you always cooed at on Instagram. Sitting and sharing pretzels and greasy food, snuggled into Carmen's side while he ordered dessert. Giggling when he fed you the brownie sundae, tilting your head back with his fingers cradling your jaw lightly. It was simple, romantic, and fun. Made your heart swell, clinging to him the whole way home.

And when you got home? Carmen was in heaven. Letting you show him what he missed a few days earlier.

[irkimatsu]

Inspired by some fanart, I wrote about Husk stealing your pillow and doing gross NSFW things with it

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Husk notices that you left your pillow on the lobby couch. It obviously belongs to you; even if not for the unique pattern on your pillowcase, he recognizes your scent on it, a delicious blend of your soap and your natural scent.

A wicked thought starts swirling through his mind. No, he couldn't- you'd absolutely notice it was gone- but no one's around to see, there's no reason anyone would suspect him-

And that's how he ended up with your pillow in his room. He's laying back with the pillow hugged to his chest and face, tail waving and wings fluttering as he takes deep breaths against the fabric. It's the same scent that drives him crazy whenever you sit with him at the bar, now stronger than he could have ever imagined in all those dreams where he held you tight.

He lightly scratches at the pillowcase, wishing it was your clothing beneath his claws. In his head, he's holding you close as you both dance together in the moonlight. He's lightly tugging at your clothes as he kisses your lips, drowning in your scent and taste... he's wondering if there's anything he can say that would allow him to remove your outfit and pull your skin against his bare fur-

His cock starts throbbing uncomfortably in his pants. Fuck. Well, he's alone... may as well take care of it. He undresses himself just enough to free his cock from his pants and starts stroking it, his other arm still clutching the pillow and huffing the scent.

Your body is grinding against him as he kisses and huffs at your neck, his claws threatening to tear your top from your body so he can feel you, fuck this fabric for being in the way-

He tears a gash into the pillowcase and the pillow with his clutch. Shit, shit, shit! He can't return this to you like this! Maybe he can ask Niffty to repair it- how is he going to explain to her how this happened?!

More wicked thoughts are entering his mind. If the pillow's already ruined...

He sits up and settles the pillow in front of him. A brief flicker of sense tries to get his attention. You aren't really about to do this, are you, Husk?

He moves his hips forward so that he's sitting on the pillow, and starts slowly grinding his bare cock against it. Fuck, it's so soft and smooth... it's not exactly the first time he's gotten himself off with a pillow, but the knowledge that it's your pillow, covered in your scent, is driving him crazier than he's felt in a long time.

With a growl, he pins the pillow to the bed as he ruts against it - ruts into you. Your scent is filling his brain, draining his sense of where he is and what he's doing. He's with you. That's all he can think about. You're underneath him, moaning and bucking into him, begging his name-

He bends over to hug the pillow tight as he continues rutting into it. It's so soft- you're so soft! He takes a deep breath and purrs loudly. He begins licking at the pillow- at your skin, savoring your taste-

He ruts faster, you're moaning his name louder-

"I love you, baby..." he groans to no one as he thrusts, as you tighten around him- "Please cum for me-"

You scream and squeeze him tight, fingers gripping his feathers, and he can't stop thrusting- he's so fucking close, it needs to happen soon, it needs to happen inside you-

He cries your name into his empty bedroom as his seed drains onto your pillowcase. He keeps rutting against the warm, wet spot, the sensation helping him better imagine that he's really inside you. It isn't long before he has nothing left to give, and he collapses on top of the pillow, his wings and tail wilted, his breaths labored.

His own scent is mixed nicely with yours now.

He keeps the pillow for a few more days, making love to it at every opportunity. He's always fully disgusted with himself when he's busy considering the act and while he's comprehending what he's just done, but in the moment, all shame is dampened by how badly he needs you.

His heart sinks in disappointment the day he realizes he can no longer find your scent on the pillow, the stench of his own filth now taking it over completely.

A few days after that, you casually mention that you left a pillow in the lobby about a week ago, and you wonder what happened to it. It wasn't important, really, but it's still weird that it vanished.

He won't tell you that he's burned it.

[poetryandfluffycats]

shu itsuki face fucking. FAM. FAAAMM?

shu fucking your throat so hard youre crying and sobbing around his cock then he plugs your nose when he cums so u cant breathe...with a fem reader pls...🙏🏼

A/N: god I hate the french/j. shu fuckers sorry this is so short I love yall I swear

Pairing: Shu Itsuki x fem!reader

Content: You've been annoying Shu whilst he is busy, so he decides to take matters into his own hands on making you behave.

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex(m receiving), face fucking, rough oral sex, degrading(shu to reader), humiliation kink, brief mentions of prey/predator dynamics, mean dom shu, petnames(doll, my dear), french person/j

Words: 608

NSFW oneshot under cut!

A Simple Task~

"Oh hush, doll, you were the one begging for my attention. Don't cry now that you've got it"

You whined, grip on Shus thighs tightening and tears blurring your gaze as you took him further into your mouth. Fuck, why did it hurt so much? Its not like Shu was huge, more average than anything, was he using some weird mind trick on you to make it worse than usual? Sure, you had been annoying him a bit today, but that's only because he was too caught up in whatever sewing project he was doing, ignoring your pleads to cuddle and have him shower you with affection.

So you'd taken matters into your own hands, or at least tired to. In your defence, jumping into his lap and attacking his neck with kisses seemed like a good idea in the moment, but of course, all it did was get you shoved under the desk and ordered to suck him off until he said you could stop.

"Don't be pathetic" Shu scolded, grabbing the back of your head and tangling his hands in your hair, pulling the strands so hard you felt like he might rip them out. "Such a simple task, and you can't even get it right. How on earth did I end up with someone this useless?"

His insults, you hated how much they turned you on.

His cock hit the back of your throat as he began to guild you back and forth, your jaw straining from the stretch. You hallowed out your cheeks, trying your hardest to move your tongue around his thick and throbbing shaft, but you could barely focus. Your movements came out messy, desperate even. Not at all like you had hoped. The tears started to fall with one thrust that made you gag hard enough that you saw stars in your vision. God, was he trying to make you pass out?

A sigh left Shus lips. Whether it was out of relief or disappointment, you weren't quite sure, and it didn't matter. However he was feeling, it didn't stop him from shoving his entire length down your throat, cutting off your airways and forcing you to choke and spit all over his cock. Drool foamed out the sides of your mouth, dripping down your chin and staining his pants.

Shu forced your head up so your eyes meet his. There was a longing in them, one of lust and desire. One that made him look near animistic, like a predator hunting his prey. "Now now doll, breathe through your nose. I can't have you suffocating while I'm still inside you, how disgusting would that be? Haven't I trained you better than this?"

Trained. Like you were his pet.

You could barely see past the tears clouding your vision, but you didn't need to see to know there was that smirk on his face. He loved this, being in control, having you completely under his mercy. Humiliating you was his favourite thing in the world, having his dick down your throat whilst he did it was just an added bonus.

"Maybe this will help you admit how truly unworthy you are of my attention, and yet I give it to you free of charge. Such a spoilt thing you are"

No. You were never going to admit that. Even if it was true.

"I see you've gone quiet. No more crying? A little punishment does you good, don't you think?" Shu cooed, running his fingers down the nape of your neck, paying special attention to the part that budged from his cock.

"Don't worry, there's still plenty to come, my dear"

[s1mpactafterhours]

ok so i did a variation of this over on the sfw genshin main BUT i also wanted to make a filthy version too bc like my brain's been wandering- but anyway.. hear me out 🗣👏🏻

al-haitham coming home and barging into his housemate's room to tell him something or ask about something (etc etc) and accidentally walking in on kaveh absolutely plowing you, like you're both going at it hard until you suddenly hear the door open. (kaveh had assured you he wasn't supposed to be home until much, much later!) and so you're just desperately trying to cover up or hide or something, anything- but kaveh's noticed the way al-haitham looks at you, even if the man himself has no idea yet, so he just keeps going at it, witness be damned. al-haitham makes some offhand remark about how neither of you have any decency, but if he weren't wearing those damned headphone looking contraptions you'd be able to see just how red his ears were.

this is unfortunately how he begins to come to terms with his attraction to you, and unknowingly begins his learnings of the ways of heartache. kaveh pays this no mind, feeling that he's finally got the upper hand on his smart ass, seemingly unshakeable housemate. he's on a mission to make you scream his name, as many times as possible, as loud as possible. at some point, though neither of you hear it, al-haitham just ends up slamming the door on his way out, leaving to go to the library or literally anywhere else.... but not before guiltily rubbing one out. you two provided the perfect background noises he never knew he needed, but more importantly, it was your moans that were driving him insane. how would you sound screaming out his name all night long instead?

so off he goes to busy himself with work, so much work, so much that he ends up taking on extra work just to distract himself from the honeymoon phase you're both in, and the way kaveh just can't seem to stop showing you off in front of him. he can already tell the latter is doing so on purpose, but he refuses to let the blonde get the better of him. you're aware that something is going on, but attribute it to their weird relationship and how they're just always fighting.. though it has been awfully quiet lately, and you're starting to get suspicious. kaveh is quick to assure you that al-haitham is just very busy with work, and he's even quicker to get handsy with you. cuddles while he works on his projects, hands on across your shoulders or thighs at dinner, all the nights you two fuck your stress out before collapsing together in bed.. you're far too entranced by your seemingly sickly sweet lover to see through the haze, but it's always harder to think straight when you're getting your back blown out (or blowing him out-) ..and so, you don't.

and even as al-haitham has time to get himself back together, he can't help but wonder if maybe things would have turned out differently had he been more aware of his own feelings. if he had asked you out first, would that be how the both of you would be now? or had you always only had eyes for kaveh? the questions that used to keep him up at night become mindless chatter as he tries (and fails) to block you both out on the other side of unfortunately thin walls. but life goes on, and so does your relationship, and before you all know it, you're making plans to move in together, to share your lives together, and suddenly al-haitham finally knows what loneliness feels like.. all alone in a house that used to house shenanigans for three. he's not sure if he'll bother looking for a new roommate now that he's been promoted, but sometimes he can't help but wish he could share the news with you both, and how he misses your antics and smile and.... he belatedly begins to realize he misses kaveh too. in which a new set of questions unlocks thoughts he'd never even considered... had he harbored feelings for you all this time, or was he instead projecting because he was jealous... and falling in love with his own roommate all this time?

[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

a (not) mini rayla playlist 🪻⚔️🦋🫧💟🔗💤

you're on your own, kid (taylor swift) "you're on your own, kid // you always have been"

exile (taylor swift x bon iver) "you're not my homeland anymore // so what am i defending now? // you were my town // now i'm in exile, seein' you out"

old friend (mitski)

virgin veins (coma cinema) "virgin veins // hold the rushing pain // of a past that cannot die"

bobby (beabadoobee) "despite the love she'd get she dismissed // 'cause Bobby always saw the bad // blind to the life she had // who could've blamed her though? // bobby was fourteen years old"

sad, beautiful, tragic (taylor swift) "in dreams // i meet you in warm conversation // we both wake // in lonely beds // in different cities // and time // is taking its sweet time erasing you // and you've got your demons // and darlin' they all look like me // 'cause we had a beautiful magic love there"

milk of the siren (melanie martinez)

matilda (harry styles) "matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright // but i know that you feel like a piece of you's dead insidе // you showed me a power that is strong еnough to bring sun to the darkest days // it's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind ... anywhere you go, you don't need a reason // 'cause they never showed you love // you don't have to be sorry for doin' it on your own"

thorns (alex g)

homesick (boywithuke)

revenge (xxxtentacion) "i've dug two graves for us, my dear // can't pretend that i was perfect, leavin' you in fear // oh man, what a world, the things i hear // if i could act on my revenge, then, oh, would i?"

after the storm (kali uchis) "so if you need a hero (if you need a hero) // just look in the mirror (just look in the mirror) // no one's gonna save you now // so you better save yourself"

i'm your man (mitski)

sweet hibiscus tea (penelope scott)

little lion man (mumford & sons) "but it was not your fault but mine // and it was your heart on the line // i really fucked it up this time // didn't i, my dear?"

break (alex g)

take your time (chloe moriondo) "what do i have to do? // i wanna know // what will it take to make you let me go? // you don't fade like old stick and pokes // just swimming through my mind // i'll take a break, you take your time"

summer child (conan gray) "and you laugh and you dance in the wind // and you sway and you hug and you kiss // but there's darkness behind those eyes // even when you smile // oh, summer child // you don't have to act like all you feel is mild"

backstabber (keha)

duvet (bôa) "and you know i don't mean to hurt you // but you know that it means so much // and you don't even feel a thing // i am falling, i am fading, i am drowning // help me to breathe // i am hurting, i have lost it all // i am losing // help me to breathe"

see you again (tyler, the creator x kali uchis)

i was an island (john-allison weiss) "i was a fighter and i was so brave // but i lowered my sword when you held me and swore // you'd stay, stay, stay // i can't do this alone anymore // 'cause i'm no good on my own anymore // what did i do to deserve this? // what did you do to me? // baby, come back // you know i don't want to be free"

[eveandtheturtles]

OC X Canon Day 3 - Soulmates

You start to see colours when you meet your soulmate.

So.... This gonna have some spoilers for Started with a Kiss Kara's backstory? Read only if you want?

The art is a scene from this one shot. Their first meeting didn't go as you'd expect. I tried to do a soft look on Donnie but ehh. Idk if I managed.....

@theocxcanonweek

@madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @pheradream15 @dilucsflame33 @sharpwindow

When Kara was 4 her mother explained how one finds a soulmate.

First there's warmth inside you. A spark. Then you feel vibrations inside you, like when you put your hand against a very loud loudspeaker. And then the colors appear. The first one you see is the one most associated with your soulmate.

She had no grounds to disbelieve that but on the other hand it sounded strange. She had people gush about the experience to her. She knew there were people who would never feel it.

As a child she couldn't wait to find her soulmate. As a young teen she detested the concept as in her opinion it brought nothing but pain to those around the pair. In her late teens and early 20s she wished to never meet her soulmate.

She should have known life wasn't going to listen to her wishes.

Of all the places they could have met. It was during a sweep operation at the club she was supposed to do business at. She was hiding under the table - the warmth she felt she thought was fear. The vibrations spreading through her body - resonance of the bullets. But then the table was removed from over her head. She looked up. Their eyes met. And the purple bloomed. The colors spread from his mask to his skin, eyes. Green, hazel, bit yellow. She of course didn't know the names yet. But they were there. Spreading. Like an infection. Her stomach squeezed and she felt tears build up behind her eyes.

Donnie froze. When he saw the girl the first thing he noticed were her eyes. Brilliant green. He never seen colors before. It was like magic. Beautiful. The deep dark brown of her skin. The green of her eyes and red of her dress.

Disbelief but also joy filled him. He had a soulmate? He reached out to her but then he noticed her tears. There was no joy in her. Despair. That was the emotion painted on her face. He didn't know what to do. He was so confused.

She took the moment and slipped past him running to the exit.

Raph saw her though and blocked the doors.

"Whoa, whoa there, not so fast," he growled.

"Let her go, Raph," Donnie suddenly said. "Just let her go."

"The fu-"

"Donnie what's up?" Leo cut the bruiser off.

Donnie looked at his brothers as of seeing them for the first time. Raph's red, Leo's blue, Mikey's orange. Was this- Donnie shook his head.

The girl looked over them with desperation. To get away. From him. It stung but a bitter part of his mind told him that he shouldn't be surprised with this reaction. Who would want to find out that their soulmate was a giant mutant turtle.

"I'll tell you later. Just- let her go," he said, defeated.

"That's bullshit, you can't just-!!" Raph protested.

"Do it, Raph," Leo ordered.

"You're both screwed in the head," Raph grumbled but released the girl from his grasp and she ran.

Kara ran fast and far. She barely remembered how she got home. Cheryl saw her and seeing the shaken state she didn't ask anything, she just wrapped her arms around her friend letting her sob her eyes out.

In the morning neither went to the university where Kara worked and Cheryl studied. Cheryl grabbed them ice cream from the freezer and the two settled down.

There were explanations, more crying and consolations. Holding Kara in her arms Cheryl formed a plan because she knew Kara far too long. Her friend was too stubborn for her own good. There would need to be a push if things were to get better. Cheryl was going to play the fucking Fates in order to make her friend happy even if the said friend wasn’t going to like it at first. Even if it would be with a turtle man.

The plan was set in motion as soon as Kara passed out for a nap. She found one of those cryptid forums, where the two friends would often see posts in relation to the turtle urban legend disappear just as soon as they’d appear. It was worth a shot.

Next couple hours were tense. Cheryl kept checking her phone and the email she set up specifically for this. Kara was now locked in her studio streaming and killing pixels so at least she didn't suspect anything yet. Then, about 3 hours later, an email arrived. It was a simple one. Title: Soulmate, text: what do you propose?

Cheryl grinned and wrote back.

Donnie didn't know if what he was doing was right. Talking with Cheryl built his confidence back up a little. Enough to agree to try and talk with Kara and clear the "misunderstanding".

So here he was now. Outside the duo's window waiting to be let inside. He took a breath in and knocked on the glass panel. Immediately, Cheryl was there opening it and letting him in.

She watched him slip through the frame and unfurl to his full height and her jaw dropped.

"God, you are so tall," she said out loud.

Donnie snorted. "Thanks."

"Okay, there's something I need to tell you," she said. At the same time she started to gently steer him into a specific direction.

"Okay?"

"I need you to go into my room and wait there," she instructed him. "If she sees you here now she will try to bail. I know it. Make sure all the windows are closed. I am half convinced she would try to Spider-Man her way out. She is terrible at direct confrontations."

Donnie listened to this, feeling his brow ridges just going further up his forehead. She did mention a bad past in Kara's life but how bad was it?

"Alright?" He agreed reluctantly.

"Great. I'll get her to you in a jiffy." She pushed him in and closed the door. Time for step 3 in her plan.

She went to Kara's room. The young woman was working away on her laptop. Cheryl flicked the lights a couple of times to get her attention.

<I made pancakes. Want some? With strawberries~> She tried to make her offering as enticing as possible.

Kara paused and her stomach grumbled at the mention of food. Maybe she really was putting away a meal for too long.

<Okay, I am coming.> She set the laptop to the side, saving her progress first.

In the kitchen Cheryl looked around, searching for something. <Damn, I left my phone in my room. Could you grab it for me while I get your plate ready?>

Kara gave her an odd look. <Sure.>

The smaller woman headed to her flatmate's room and walked inside. There he saw him. Immediately, she tried to turn around and leave but the door had been shut and locked. Kara kicked the door and sighed, cursing her friend in her mind.

She turned around slowly. Her soulmate was sitting by Cheryl's desk, munching on a pancake. He gestured to the other plate.

<This one's for you,> he signed.

Kara was going to kill Cheryl. After food. She walked up to the desk and snatched the plate with still warm pancakes.

<I'm Donnie by the way,> he added as she settled down.

<Kara,> she introduced herself back. <Did you know->

<I didn't know she would lock us in a room together, no,> he replied shaking his head.

Kara snorted. <At least she didn't shove us into a closet.> She looked at Donnie. <Probably because you're too tall to fit into ours…> She joked. At least she could use humor to unload the stress of this whole thing.

He snorted. <Small blessings…>

She took a fork and a knife and started to eat her strawberry pancakes slowly. Damn, Cheryl. She looked up from her plate.

<So,> Donnie started and she knew what his question was gonna be.

<Why did I run?>

He nodded. She sighed. Again. Suddenly, Cheryl's words come back to her. <You could tell him some things, he deserves to know. And you get to chose what to say.> These were words of compassion and concerns over an emotionally shut down friend. Kara looked up again at Donnie.

When she ran from him the first time. The colors kind of… stopped spreading, leaving her with green, purple and bits of brown. A symbol of her withdrawal from him. She wondered if they also paused for him.

Okay, some things. She could do some things. She took a deep breath in. Then let the words spill from her hands.

She told him of her parents. The soulmates so in love that when her father had died her mother forsook her daughter. Of her previous boyfriend who told her she was his soulmate and kept the fact he wasn't hers over her head so much it was destroying her. Telling her how she didn't love him enough, didn't try hard enough. She might have spilled a bit too much, disclosing her rebellious reactions to both these events.

Donnie waited until she finished. Then he knelt down. She flinched a little at the touch of his hand on her cheek, wiping away her tears.

Her eyes stared into his. Her body moved faster than her mind could process. Her arms closed around his neck, burrowing her face in the crook of his throat. His arms closed tightly around her and squeezed. They stayed like that for a moment.

When they pulled back her face was all puffed up from crying. She must have looked gross with all the snot and water on her face. Thankfully, she knew where Cheryl kept tissues. Donnie gave her time to gather herself.

<Sorry I cried on you,> she said once she composed herself enough.

<Happy to be the shoulder to cry on,> he reassured her. <Kara. I can wait.>

<What?>

<I can wait,> he repeated. <We can be friends. There's nothing saying that soulmates can't be just… platonic.>

She paused and thought of it. She… wasn't in place where she could make a decision, just yet but…

<Alright,> she smiled. <I think that… I can work with that. For now.>

He smiled back and couldn't help himself but to touch her cheek again. <Thank you.>

Around them the colors spread, blooming like flowers in spring and taking over their whole world.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

His Partner (Part 2): Keizo Arashi

synopsis: first part here

wc: 746

tw: smut

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"Making things right" meant you would be laid across the bed, legs spread as Keizo lazily eats you out, one hand holding you open and the other stroking your clit. "That good, princess?" he wonders briefly, and you moan, encouraging him to go right back to what he was doing. Keizo hums, sucking on your clit repeatedly, pulsing it in his mouth for a while. Your fingers and toes curl, anchoring you to the mattress as he groans, sending vibrations straight through you.

"So good," you exhale, trying to remain aware of the sensations. Keizo's eyes flick up to yours and you maintain eye contact as you tumble over the edge of an orgasm, thighs shaking in his hands.

Your clit pops free a moment later, and Keizo takes off his shirt, tossing the article aside before parting your legs a little wider. "Stay just like that," he purrs, fisting his already freed cock and sliding it around in your slick. "Wide open for me…" You hum softly, his cockhead smearing your juices all over your puffy cunt and swiping at your clit a few times before he presses it against your weeping hole. "Stay still, stay still…"

Keizo slowly, unhurriedly sinks into you, his hips steady and sure. "Fuck," he bites out, inhaling sharply. "It has been a few months..." It takes Keizo a minute to gather himself, but when he does, he sighs long and hard. "I've been careless, hm?"

"So careless," you whine softly, gripping his arms as he pulls his hips back.

"I need to be more mindful of when I've been away for a while..." Keizo whispers, his lips pressing against the hollow of your collarbone. "Have business to attend to here..."

"You do," you affirm, angling your hips up to meet his as he fucks into you gently. Keizo nods, leaning down to kiss your lips and holding you close.

"I'll make sure to stay until morning this time," he mentions while kissing down your neck, worshipping your body with his lips and sweet words.

"Then I'll be more inclined to forgive you," you tease. Keizo chuckles, the deep rumble in his chest sounding like gentle thunder.

"We can work on forgiveness later; right now, I need to focus on giving you what you need." With that, he picks up the pace of his thrusts, pressing his forehead against yours as you moan louder and louder. A thick haze of lust overtakes you, and for a second, you can't remember your name, where you are, or who you're with. But when Keizo's lips part to curse, you're suddenly transported back into his embrace.

"Fuck..." His fingers tighten in the sheets, pleasure written all over his features as he loses himself to the sensations. "You're gonna be the death of me, y/n."

"Better me than the streets," you retort, cupping his face in your hands. He smiles down at you and presses his lips against yours once more, still rocking away between your legs. One of his arms reaches around your right leg, pushing it to your chest while he straightens up. And the sight is glorious: Keizo, with his tatted chest and muscular physique hovering over you while looking you in the eye and grunting softly.

His cock keeps stroking your softest spot, the most tender part of you, and you can't help but feel the tension thicken and build like you've been waiting for this your whole life. You grab Keizo's abs for purchase, trying not to lose your senses, but when he chides and holds your hands in his, everything in you unravels.

"That's it, that's it... let me have it, baby." The cry that rips itself from your throat is enough to make Keizo stutter his thrusts and surrender to his own orgasm. He pants and groans with you, sweat running from his forehead and onto your chest. The high feels unreal, almost as if you'd stumbled across some secret drug that only Keizo could deliver.

That's why, you muse. That's why I let this happen. Make-up sex is the best sex.

Keizo rests his head on your chest and exhales deeply, lacing his arms around your frame with ease.

"Does every week sound right to keep you in working order?" he wonders drowsily, yawning.

"Every week. You have to be on time." Your fingers dance around his earlobe, and he nods, pressing a quick kiss to your ribs.

"Yes, ma'am. On time. Every week."

[residentdormouse]

Writing Questions Tag Game:

I was tagged by: @mrsmungus (thank you - you are the absolute best!)

No Pressure Tagging: @asirensrage , @blairsanne , @verba-writing , @scienceoftheidiot , @darsynia and please OPEN TAG - '@' me if you'd like to answer. I'd love to know!!

What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you’ve ever had?

I’m honestly not sure, is that horrible? That’s probably bad… I guess I like how the ending of 'Diving' came out, although I have no outside confirmation if it worked or not. All the groups coming together, lining up the dominos individually to finally knock them down together. That said, I do know I have an all-time least favorite idea that the characters told me happened and I had no say in. I’m still pretty bitter about it. Spoilers: (Diving - chapter 31 & Diving - chapter 34)

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

I don’t think there's a particular one I’ve been hung up on, but I do keep track of all questions asked through Tumblr, and go back to visit them just as much as I do the stories themselves. I have them all listed as links on the ‘Jumping to Wonderland’ main page. Introductions, character insights, things that never really made it into the story, but certainly helped with character development. (sorry that kind of turned into a plug instead of an answer…)

What is your favorite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

My favorite part is when a puzzle piece is revealed out of nowhere. You’re just minding your own business, vibing, doing your own thing and *bam*, brain is like ‘Hey, did you know about this…’. Then you just sit there in fascination for a week, replaying and zooming in to see the fine details. So much better than focusing on mundane daily life business.

I could do without the imposter syndrome and the sheer volume of anxiety that comes with being seen though; that can go fuck off somewhere.

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

Escapism, let’s be real. Plus, I really miss being creative. I went to college for theater, and really have no opportunity to put it to good use where I am in life right now. So writing a story, I get to do all the things I loved when directing. Character development, scene/lighting/sound design, building a setting and shoving my characters in it. Blocking out the scene, and figuring out the beats. I miss directing…

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

I took classes in college, but never really wrote anything of substance. Only started doing fanfiction here last year when I couldn’t find any Glen love on AO3. Didn’t realize I was going to like it so much, and I ended up creating a new story for these characters that I love to get shoved into. New people for them to interact with. Now that it's wrapped, I’m left to figure out my own damn story. We’ll see how that goes I guess?

What is your favorite story you’ve written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you’d like and can!

I have two full length chapter fics in my 'Jumping to Wonderland' series:

Something like a Spiral / Just Keep Diving Down

It's hard to separate them in my head because one picks up right after the other. Spiral started it all, but Diving has more of my concepts as opposed to slightly altering an existing story. So I guess Diving for that reason?

What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

"You can't let what will be, bog you down from enjoying what is."

Not amazing, but it hit me at a time that I needed to hear it myself, so that was helpful.

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

My characters or characters I write? Because fanfiction and all - there’s quite a few problematic people I’m working with. Harold has his many issues, so does Lloyd, and Flagg… well. We need some very exhaustive therapy up in this joint. As for my people, Max has many things she needs to work on… (probably why she gets on with Harold and Lloyd so well, they are all disasters, truly). Rayna is, uh, she is rigid and unwilling to see anything beyond her own beliefs. I mean, my characters all have flaws, all good characters do because people have flaws. Nobody's perfect.

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

As I mentioned above, I only started writing here like a year and a half ago? I’m pretty sure younger me would be surprised I’m still hyperfixed on the same story. Usually my fix’s last a year. These characters do not want to leave my head, and honestly, I really don’t want them too… Love these guys.

[mashedcontroller]

So, I'm atheist but grew up Christian and did the church thing very questionably as a kid. Wanna hear funny stories?

So, I think the church was trying to get us to do the praying thing, and they described it as some sort of communication with God or something. So, I'm like, "well, God probably has better things to do than listen to whatever I say. Like, big world, don't wanna spam ping God." So, I pray once to something to the effect of "Church wanted me to do this sorry for wasting your time bye." and never prayed again.

I may have misunderstood what "hell" was supposed to be. If sinners go to hell, and every tiny misdeed or nasty thought is a sin, and you can't unsin, then everyone goes to hell, no? And if that's the case, hell probably wouldn't look that different from the real world because humans can live anywhere. And you'd be looking at infinite people with infinite time to create a livable reality. Which is a long way of saying "yeah sure I'll play along because I don't want trouble with the adults here, but I'm pretty sure the afterlife is just New York but, like, Red. And no one can disprove me because, like, no one in this room has died."

I'm also pretty sure the Noah's Arc story got across to me wrong. Like, how I understood it was that God told Noah that the flood would only last, like, a week, but then God forgot for several months while everyone was just starving in the middle of the ocean. That's very irresponsible of him :/. Probably not the intended take away.

So, y'know those bots that just say words you type? So, the church had some computers that they had the kids use to make computer Jesus quote random Bible quotes. When we were done there was some extra time to do whatever, so i start keyboard slamming to make Jesus say random letters. Someone stops me because "what if you accidentally make Jesus say a swear word?" So, I'm like, "ok, fair enough." Then I have Jesus Loudly shout random numbers.

At some point, with my parents around, i told a priest "I believe in Jesus and Santa Claus, but not God." I wanna know what went through that man's head when a tiny child went up to him and said that.

I'm pretty sure I misinterpreted that one story about the guy who was about to yeet his toddler of a cliff as God pulling le epic prank. Terrible taste in humor, but, yknow, I'm not here to judge.

I'm pretty sure I had a conversation along the lines of "Who wrote the bible?" "God." (Internally) "No he fucking didn't." God may have allegedly created reality, but he is Not a published author.

I'm pretty sure my relationship to the concept of God was "I'll just mind my own business and not worry about it." Since, like, sucking up to God feels like it would be cheating at this whole "good person" thing. Like, isn't doing good just to please Sky Guy a type of lying? Or at least extremely disingenuous?

But yeah, these were kinda just random thoughts and stories I had when I was, like, 5-10 or something. And i think it's funny looking back on them now. Because, like, I am the type to disagree with someone and just not say anything about it. So, me getting it in my head that praying is a sin actually, is very funny since it never got voiced, but, like, imagine if it did. That would've been hilarious to watch ngl.

[witchofthevale]

You don't know why people send hate? Because they want to make others mad. On Twitter, if 1 year ago you said you were team green, you'd have 20+ people calling you slurs just because of it. For your preference, opinion, taste that DOESN'T HURT anyone. It happened on Tumblr too. Ask greenies and they'll tekk you. So why people can't mind their own business and stop willingly search for certain tags to see people expressing their opinion only for them to go full rampage mode because soemone expressed different preference? hotd fandom is the most toxic fandom I've ever been so whole idea of fandom being escapism, safe space to enjoy something is wishful thinking at this point. Why is that? 2 teams on the narrative of the show which would make people pick one side over another + polarising portrayal of team Black and team Green which speaks to black and white us against them way of thinking + general audience's age + immaturity of majority of people in this fandom. Sorry but this fandom was doomed from the start. What I mean is better for peace of mind to have smaller group of people to interact with when you know no one will attack you because your opinions are the same than try to make friends with people who might insult you whenever they want because your tastes are sometimes different. The truth is if someone wants to send hate their excuse could be anything you said. Now people are throwing slurs or rape/murder/anything apologist without understanding what it means. Our past in this fandom is different. Doing things for my mental health is my top priority. I don't know why you assume I've blocked 90% of fandom when it's maybe 50% but I guess after getting death threats I don't care about being liked by everyone. What I won't accept is behaving like a 3 years old just because I don't like Rhae Rhae and throwing a tantrum rectifying all kinds of slurs. It's good no one attacked you before. You're lucky because it's rare in this fandom on here or Twitter. I hope you won't deal with immature people sending you death threats and insults because you don't like x character. You still are enthusiastic about this fandom and I hope you won't have people attacking you when season 2 airs. I wish I was as enthusiastic though.

Damn ok, I'm sorry if I come off as flouncy or as if I didn't care about all the toxicity in the fandom. I'm usually not so careless, but I guess replying at 3am with melatonin pills already kicking in had been my fault.

First off, I do know why people send hate. I went off on it as more the energy you have to bring up to purposefully be an asshole and not have the guts to even put on a face or a name to. Out of all the mindful things you do in your day to day, sending someone a nasty, fucked up message as if nobody taught you any manners, is the most mind boggling. To me at least.

Im also sorry that your experience has been horrible since the start, I guess since this has been my fourth fandom I've actively joined in— written for, made an account for — I've learned which energy I devote to as out of all the fandoms I've been, this definitely takes the cake as the most toxic. I've been aware of how toxic this fandom is since last year, my best friend having been a devoted ASOIAF fan who read F&B like the bible (lol), she's exposed the gory bits of the team green vs team black discourse to me. Neither of us have engaged and I almost didn't watch the show because of that (and how much she ranted about the many changes, foremost, the mess of the ages).

Blocking is one hundred percent better for your mental health if you've had this much of a horrible experience, especially if you're keen to stay. It's truly the only way you'll survive through it. I don't block others based on not sharing the same opinions as I do , but I have blocked some who not only don't share my opinions, but say it in an aggressively ugly way.

Dunno if I've missed anymore points, I can tell this is important for you to explain to me so I wanted to reply as fast as I can. I'll be too busy the rest of the day otherwise. If I've missed anymore, please feel free to tell me.

I guess I didn't realize this was such a heavy topic for you as I felt the earlier one was sent pretty out of the blue as I didn't know where the reply initially came from, and I replied too lackadaisy.

[lozzykins]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Seedling, Leaf, Sheep <3

Gentle Cottagecore Emoji Asks

🌱 Seedling: What is something you want to begin learning?

I always like the idea of learning instruments but I am completely tone deaf, I can just about hear a difference in notes - depending on the note and what is being played, but I can't tell you if something is in tune or not - which is great if you think you've got little musical talent because it all sounds good to me XD

🍃 Leaf: What is a plant you find beautiful?

There's honeysuckle and sweet pea - I love the smell of both of them I think or one of them and I can never remember which it is. Might be both. I also love the smell of jasmine too.

🐑 Sheep: What is a comfort item you own?

I don't really have a lot in the way of comfort items - probably why I'm always so stressed XD I have the octopus you gave me is always near, my phone I suppose? That is always nearby, I like to have you nearby.

2 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#4

Every day there is something new. Todays lesson was for my mum: We remove assets from morally bankrupt giant corporations, not small business owners, and artists. She considered that for a few minutes. 'Ok, that's fair.' She spent five minutes looking like she wanted to ask further questions, but thought better of it.

2 notes - Posted March 9, 2022

#3

They say a picture is worth a thousand words...

3 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

#2

🎂 💒 💘 <3

Sweet and Pure asks <3

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

Assuming there's no double talk or conditions to navigate through

To clear all debts for everyone (myself included)

2. To give everyone a healthy boost to their finances.

3. Make sure no one ever goes hungry again.

💒- which show would you want to live in?

Given that you'd likely jump into ADoW world, I'd jump in there with you <3

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

Talking to me - about anything and everything, I love to listen to interests and passions, even if I've got no clue <3

Little 'saw this and thought of you' things - whether that's a meme, a quote, character, tags in a tumblr post, or something you've bought in a shop, I love seeing what you relate to me, what reminds you of me, and there's just something sweet about being on your mind that much <3

Doing something together - this could be anything. going out and trying something new, staying in and occupying the same space, just having the time together <3

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My #1 post of 2022

@crimson-sun @risingoflights I'll stop shrieking over these sometime this year <3 (yes that was me screeching like a pterodactyl in your patreon inbox first thing this morning XD) They are so beautiful and it's taken me years but I've finally got hold of them! Just a few of my favourites pictured above, wish I had the space to just lay them all out. <3

22 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

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[cloudystevie]

Headcanon

Ari being your dad’s best friend and being tasked with looking out for you while your dad is away doing business stuff, and let’s just say stuff gets pretty “steamy”

honestly don’t know what came over me this is so fucked up😭

pairing || dbf! ari levinson x reader

warnings || age gap, daddy kink, slight misogyny, dark but consensual, spitting, slapping, choking, dumbification, pussyjob, overstimulation, oral f receiving, brief oral m receiving, degradation, public but secluded

as always with nothing better to do cooped up at home during your summer break, your dad away on business trips and unable to see your friends, you decide to spend your days at mr. levinsons home, he was a close companion and confidant of your father and you two had always gotten along well enough

not to mention how he was every single one of your wet dreams come true

but who could really blame you for your mind going straight to the gutter like that because he was charmingly handsome, rugged and burly and with those tight shirts he wore it was easy to ogle his bulging biceps

currently, you were outside soaking up the warm rays of the sun by the pool in a deliberately skimpy bathing suit, thin, pink, and strappy

your eyes closed, body falling in and out of that blissful sun ray induced consciousness as you fail to notice ari making his way to the pool as well, and only when your warm rays were interrupted by a cool shadow you opened your eyes, body snapped out of your haze as your adjusted your eyes to see who had disturbed your serenity

lo and behold it was ari, dressed in a tight dark blue t-shirt, denim jeans in the scorching heat, and aviator sunglasses perched on his nose, shielding his cerulean blue eyes from the intense sun beams

his arms are crossed over his chest and you thank yourself for choosing to put on some sunglasses so he couldn’t see how your eyes were trained to the large muscle and veins, you bite your lip and subtly rub your thighs together as he begins to speak

“you gonna spend your whole summer sitting by my pool?”

“unless you have any better ideas then yes, i’m gonna spend my whole summer by your pool ari”

his jaw ticks and his gaze flickers down to your chest, where you had practically everything on display besides your nipples, which were peeking through the thin material of your bikini, bare stomach and legs all glimmering in the sunlight

he openly stares at you, shameless in his eyes raking over your seductive form

in a perfect world the tension would break and he would finally have his way with you because you know that there’s been something bubbling between you two ever since you dropped your bags at his front door earlier that week and you'd be lying if you pretended you weren't trying to push him to his limits

until he finally broke and had his way with you

you cross your arms under your chest, "get out of the way ari. you're disrupting my afternoon!"

ari scoffs, crossing his thick arms over his chest, t-shirt clinging to his form and biceps literally bulging, "watch your attitude sweetie, would hate to have to teach you some goddamn manners."

and now you're annoyed, rolling your eyes and furrowing your brows as you retort, "what are you gonna do? make me pack my things and leave? my dad would be pissed if you left me on my own."

he laughs, fucking laughs before pouting at you, and the mocking makes your stomach clench

"aww poor baby needs a big strong man to protect her? don't worry sweetie, daddy's gonna take care 'a you."

you gasp, and you can't tell if the sudden intense heat flaring inside you is due to the beating sun or ari calling himself daddy

"y-you're not my daddy!"

suddenly his thick hand is wrapping around the back of your neck, connecting all the way around your throat as he pulls you into him, your hands feebly grasping his wrist as you let out a strangled gasp in shock

“my roof, my fucking rules baby. at my house, i’m your fucking daddy you got that? he spits

your breath hitches as a cloud of submission hazes over you, his hand around your throat and his words combining to be of such pure dominance you feel like melting

a whine lodges in your throat as you continue to look at him until you feel a light slap on your cheek making a moan stumble past your lips

“fuckin’ slut. i asked you, do you understand?”

you nod your head as best you can, mindlessly and obediently, lips parting and a depraved expression morphing your features

“words baby. don’t make me say it again.”

“i understanddd.” your words extend on a whine

“who the fuck am i?”

“y-you’re my daddy.”

he smirks, hand now squishing your cheeks together, “open your mouth sweetie.”

you try to obey him as best you could, eyes watering as you attempt to open your mouth despite his relentless hold and it’s obvious ari knows you’re struggling because he’s smirking the whole time

“this is for not having any manners and talking back to daddy.”

he spits in your mouth, watching as your eyes hood over and you moan out loud, “don’t fucking swallow it.” he demands

you would do anything he told you, so you let it drip down your tongue, down your chin and onto ari’s hand as he laughs at how filthy you already look before spitting again, this time missing your mouth as he slaps the spit onto the skin of your cheeks and your pussy is throbbing from the lack of attention

you hump the air desperately, eyeing the bulge straining against ari’s jeans, and you can only imagine how big he was, at his large stature of 6’5 and all muscle, you don’t even know if he’d fit

“daddy please, please need you so bad please” you whine pathetically, your entire demeanour so different from ari’s it makes you even more stupid

ari seems to take pity on you, finally, he coos at you, pushing you back onto the chair as he eyes the dark spot on your bikini bottoms and seeping down your thighs

he tuts at you, “stupid girl you’re making a mess! all because you’re a filthy little slut hmm?”

you nod and whine, spreading your legs to show him your drippy pussy, and he groans at the sight, your hole is clenching around nothing, clearly crying to be filled as your cream coats your swollen folds

he honestly can’t help himself when he accidentally tears your bikini bottom in two in an attempt to get his fingers coated in your slick

you mewl at the messy contact, as he simultaneously groans, imagining your tight pussy clenching around him, struggling to take him but sucking him in regardless

he swears under his breath, he knows he wont be able to fit himself inside you but he needs to feel you cum

you plead, “please daddy please fuck me! need you so bad need it hard and fast and need you to make me cum please daddy!”

he shakes his head, “i don’t think so sweetie, this pussy is too tight, i don’t want to hurt you.”

“no please daddy i can take it please! i can take it i promise i will!”

he furrows his brows, slapping your greedy pussy making you convulse and buck your hips up as he scolds you, “that’s enough, daddy said no. i have another idea sweetie. something that’ll feel good for both of us.”

“please daddy i’ll do anything!”

“then get my fucking cock out slut.” he slaps your swollen pussy again, groaning at the wet sound that echoes into the open, private backyard

your hands scramble to undo his zip and button, shakily pulling his cock out and marvelling at the sheer size of him, he was huge.

he can see you take aback by the size of him as he smirks, wrapping his thick hand around his cock and jerking himself off languidly, right in front of you

your mind fogs with the need to have him in your mouth so you lean forward and get a kitten lick over his tip before he’s pushing you away and slapping his dick on your cheek

“did i tell you to use your fucking mouth?”

you whine, “b-but daddy i couldn’t help it!”

he mocks your submissive stutter, raising his pitch in a lewd attempt to mock your voice, “w-well daddy doesn’t give a shit. are you such a stupid baby you don’t have any control over yourself?”

you whimper, unable to respond as he hums a “that’s what i fucking thought.”

he manhandles you until your completely on your back, and you can’t even care about the fact that you’re outside on this patio couch being such a slut for your dads closest friend

“ever heard of a pussy job baby?”

you whimper and shake your head no, as he looms directly above you, invading all your senses with his bulging biceps and now displaying his hairy chest since his t-shirt was thrown somewhere between him manhandling you and you trying not to cum on the spot

he smirks, spreading and toying with your folds before coating his dick in your slick, and moving himself so his hands were wrapped around your thighs, pushing them together with your ankles dangling over his shoulders

he doesn’t say anything, just pushes his dick onto your slit and instead of entering you like you so pathetically wished he would, he just rubbed his whole length against your pussy

fucking you without actually fucking you

you mewl lewdly as his dick nudges your clit, back arching at the overwhelming sensation

ari throws his head back at the feel of you, so warm and wet and swollen

“o-oh daddy!! t-that feels- so much-” your sentence makes no sense, as the simple feel of ari’s heavy weight against your poor pussy makes you dumb

he laughs and spits on your face, rubbing it in again as he begins to fuck onto you with more vigour, his balls slapping against your other hole and his dick sliding well onto your stomach after it catches on your clit

“dumb baby can’t talk? just shut the fuck up and let daddy use you.”

you’re immediately breathless, chest erratically rising and failing, toes curling and heels digging into his back, your own back arching and already nearing your peak

he continues to groan about what a stupid mindless toy you are while losing himself in the feel of your slick cunt, fucking his hips harder with each thrust

“daddy ‘m gonna cum! please daddy ‘m gonna cum so hard! please let me!” you sob, hands scrambling to find something to hold on to and ultimately landing on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin

“fuck yeah, fuckin’ make a mess on daddy, c’mon show me what you’re good for baby, stupid dumb little fucking baby.” he grunts each word, nearing his own peak but wanting to see you fall apart first

you squeal as your body immediately relaxes then tightens, wildly convulsing as you shake and spray your release all over yourself and him, your eyes rolling back and stars painting your vision, you can’t even feel his plump lips on your neck, biting the skin there as he fucks his hips sloppily but hard, before grunting your name and coating your stomach and some of your tits in his cream

you lay there quivering as he catches his breath, after one of the most mindblowing orgasms he’s had and you the same

he lets your twitching legs down, biting his lip at his cum painted all over you and how absolutely fucked out you look

he lets you catch your breath, kissing your forehead sweetly and rubbing your arms, before scooping some of the cum off your stomach and bending down to your pussy, messily rubbing it over your swollen folds

he licks his lips at the debauched sight, leaning in and latching his pink lips onto your clit and licking everywhere he can

you squeal, wildly bucking your hips again as the sensations overwhelm you, before his deep baritone surrounds you, “gotta clean up this mess. you’re gonna take it until daddy’s done with his pussy.”

[kenjakusbrainstem]

Rip Your Brain Out (Kenjaku x Reader x Mahito)

Contains: dubcon, kidnapping, dacryphillia, face slapping, tongue fucking, oral (f receiving), restrained reader, body horror (multiple arms), p-i-v sex, spitting, biting to draw blood, mild mind break, technically choking, cumswapping, reader can't see Mahito, mmf 3 way but only one of them gets it in.

I wrote this in like 3 days because I couldn't get it out of my head. Using writing as a coping mechanism to work through my trauma has been nice. I fear I made Kenjaku a little ooc so I actually cut a page and a half from this where I got too in my own feelings about him (rip). Never written a multiple partner scenario so hopefully this practice helps me actually write something better. Please reblog if you enjoy and leave tags or comments, seeing them makes me motivated! Thank you!

You, were a fool, you thought to yourself as you walked through the rain at 3am. Not even ten minutes ago you were dry inside your apartment, getting ready for a long day at work.

Everything was fine until you stepped outside to get a better look at the weather. Unfortunately your muscle memory took over and as you stepped out your hand locked the door behind you as it shut. Your phone and keys sitting just on the other side.

After standing, staring in disbelief at the door for a few moments you resigned yourself to an unpleasant two mile walk to work in the rain. You'd be a little late and wet upon arrival but there wasn't anything else you could do this early in the morning.

Not accustomed to walking in the dark during a storm, you kept your eyes down on your feet watching your step. The last thing you needed was to trip.

The streets in your neighborhood were normally busy, as they were lined with different apartment complexes and small shops. However, they were desolate at this moment.

You'd been walking for about five minutes before you walked straight into a person. The collision didn't seem to phase them, but you nearly jumped out of your skin. You stumbled back and fell right on your ass.

Looking up you watched as the person, a large man with an umbrella, turned around to face you. He simply stood there and stared at you on the ground.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" you asked, trying not to get too upset by focusing on how you could help him. Not that he looked like he needed it. The surreality of the situation made you unsure of what to do or say.

You couldn't see much other than the dark jacket he wore, everything above the waist blocked out by the darkness and the umbrella's shadow.

When you moved to stand, a large hand presented itself in your face. Despite being unsure about the man you assumed he might just not know what to say. This was a weird situation after all. You took his hand and stood.

Now that you were standing you could see him a bit better. His hair a dark curtain around his face and a bored look in his eyes as he stared at you. You frantically tried to brush yourself off, but the rain made it impossible.

"Thank you for the help, sorry for bothering you," you attempted to excuse yourself and step around him, but his large frame made it hard to pass him. It made you nervous the way he just stood there. "I need to get past you."

He stepped closer instead of to the side, placing the umbrella over both of you. You could feel the heat radiating off his body with how close he was.

"What are you doing out alone so late at night?" the stranger asked, his tone hard to distinguish.

"I locked myself out and I'm now just trying to go to work. I'm already going to be late," you figured honesty couldn't hurt at this point. Maybe he would let you leave knowing you were in a hurry and not just out for a walk.

He nodded at you, as if he understood your plight. You couldn't help but feel like he was scrutinizing you more than a normal person would. It was so hard to guess what was strange about this man and this situation because of how odd it was.

"Come with me, someone like you shouldn't be out at this time or in this weather," he pulled you in closer to his side, you somehow hadn't noticed that he still had a grip on your hand. One arm now around your shoulders, he pressed you firmly into his side as his fingers dug into your arm.

You could barely stutter out a confirmation before he was walking the two of you into the direction you had originally been headed. His presence, the aura he gave off just felt so commanding, like going against him would be a bigger mistake than whatever he could do to you.

Regardless of how nervous he made you, you were going in the right direction. And he was keeping you dry. Maybe he was just socially awkward and trying to be kind.

"So, what's your name?" you figured breaking the ice might put ease to the feelings of anxiety in your stomach. The fingers on your arm stroked gentle circles on the wet flesh, like he was soothing a frightened animal.

"My name?" he asked, pausing to think for a moment. It made your anxiety spike, why would he have to think about his name?. "You can call me Kenjaku. That's my name."

You looked up from your feet to his face. He was still looking straight ahead, his side profile much clearer this close up. He must have been at least a foot taller than you, with a strong jaw and very handsome facial features.

For some reason, perhaps foolishness, his striking looks put you at ease. It would be easy to remember his face, if you ever needed to pick him out of a crowd. No matter how strange this was, he was helping you though. Pushing your doubt and anxiety aside you tried again.

"What are you doing out so early, Kenjaku?" you asked, trying to put your nerves at ease. It also helped that you were only about four blocks away from the cafe you worked at. You wouldn't have to deal with this strangeness for much longer.

The laugh that left his throat felt wrong. He pulled your body against him a bit tighter and quickened your pace.

"Oh I was just looking for someone," Kenjaku said, his voice made it sound like he was telling you a joke. You didn't see the humor.

You wanted to vomit. Or run ahead, but based on your height difference and the muscles you could feel pressed against you, you knew that would be a mistake. He would be able to catch you with no trouble.

"I'm sorry to disturb your search! I- I can just go on by myself, we're almost to my workplace anyway," you suggested, squirming in his hold. Even if he was just a helpful stranger, this could be a good chance for you to not only get out of this scenario, but leave him to his own devices.

The hand on your shoulder lifted only to rest on the back of your neck underneath your hair, his grip much lighter here.

"Nonsense, I think I might have found you," his words made your blood run cold. Before you could process what was happening, the hand on your neck harshly struck the back of your neck.

As consciousness left you, you felt him hoist your body in a bridal carry, the umbrella laying forgotten on the sidewalk.

Kenjaku smiled to himself, even if you weren't suitable for his original plan, he might get some use out of you.

---

Kenjaku didn't take to visiting Mahito's sewer hideout very often. Choosing to leave the young curse to his own devices, plus the smell bothered him. However it was very close by and secluded enough for his potential plans.

He needed to see if you could see curses, at the very least. Kenjaku had set out this evening with the intention of scouting for a potential new vessel. However perfect Suguru Geto's body was, it irked him the way he was recognized by people that could cause potential issues for him. He tried to be out of the monks robes whenever he might be seen, but he was quite fond of the more traditional dress.

He really only needed this vessel until October 31st, which wasn't too far away now. He hadn't expected to find anyone so soon, or even at all. Only happening on you by chance, but what is chance if not the universe's chaos in motion?

Now seeing you in a more well lit area, he could already tell that your form would be unsuitable for him and his plans. At the very least though, your supple form could entertain him for a night.

"Geto! What a surprise!" Mahito exclaimed, he was like a puppy who's master had finally returned home. "What did you bring me?"

Kenjaku scoffed, setting your soft body down somewhat gently on a raised surface that was similar to a table.

"They're not for you. I'm going to run a small test, and if they pass they might be useful for me. If not, they'll be discarded," he explained.

Mahito approached your unconscious body, pressing a hand into the flesh of your stomach, where your shirt had ridden up from being manhandled. Kenjaku reached out and slapped the curse's hand away. A wordless way of letting him know to back off.

"Oh are you going to take their body? Use it like a puppet like in those silly human movies? If you use her for that, can I watch?" Mahito twirled his fingers in his long hair.

He knew enough about Kenjaku's technique to know that he could use bodies, but didn't know anything specific. It's not like Kenjaku went around telling everyone he was involved with his deepest secrets.

Kenjaku thought for a moment, he supposed a show wouldn't hurt. Not that he planned on abandoning this vessel at the moment. Mahito's curiosity unknowingly sealing your fate. Mahito could just assist him in using you, he could find some type of lesson in that for the young curse.

"If you behave. Now, I need you to hold their wrists down. I'm going to wake them up," Kenjaku straddled your hips, putting his weight on you to immobilize your legs.

Instead of speaking, Mahito went to stand above your head at the end of the table. Pulling both your arms above your head and holding your wrists in his large hands.

Looming above you, Kenjaku took in your form for a moment. Your body wasn't perfect, none of the ones he'd inhabited had been. Though he'd already decided against using you as a vessel, he couldn't help himself from imagining using you to bring another cursed womb into the world. You certainly weren't fit to bear another like the Itadori child, but perhaps another death painting couldn't hurt.

Lifting his hand to your cheek Kenjaku slapped your face, hard.

A breath ripped itself from your lungs as awareness was forced upon you.

You attempted to cover your sore face but your hands were stuck above your head. Opening your eyes you saw something unfortunately not too surprising. The man from earlier, sitting on your pelvis.

He was smiling down at you. The hand that slapped you now rested on your throat. Not choking, just caressing your flesh, as if he were feeling for a pulse.

"Good morning, how are you feeling?" the cold voice above you asked.

You felt so stupid for trusting a stranger. For locking yourself out. You really were a fool.

"Why?" was all you could think to ask. Trying not to cry as you struggled against his weight. You couldn't free your arms either, though it didn't look like you were caught in anything, it certainly felt like they were in some type of vice.

Kenjaku shifted his hips against yours. Like he was trying to apply pressure, you couldn't tell if he was trying to grind against your core or just discourage you from moving. Feeling tears prick at your eyes, you started to cry, smudging your already rain ruined makeup.

"Geto! She's such a cutie when she cries!" Mahito exclaimed, once again his overly excited nature getting the better of him.

Instead of responding to Mahito, he simply observed your face for a reaction to Mahito's outburst. You looked troubled to say the least, but no more after his strange words.

"Because I thought you might be able to help me," Kenjaku explained, a bit of disappointment evident in his voice. The way he sounded you almost felt sorry for letting him down, shaking your head you pushed the absurd thought down.

His hand rose to cup your cheek again, thumb stroking below your eye, wiping up a mixture of tears and mascara. Perhaps if he interacted with Mahito you might notice, but he doubted it. Lifting his hand, Kenjaku wiped the streak of black across Mahito's cheek, under his eye.

"I'll do whatever you want!" you exclaimed. The gentle action confused you, it also didn't make sense why he was waving his hand in the air above your head. Regardless, begging was the only thing you could think to do in the moment.

"Tell me, are we alone?" Kenjaku asked, knowing your answer before you even looked around the room. Tipping your head back and staring straight into Mahito's chest, staring through it.

The pressure on your wrists lessened, the grip sliding up your arms as if the invisible cuff on each wrist was sliding up to the elbows. Yet you could see nothing, an itch in your mind told you that something was there, just beyond your perception.

"Maybe? I don't know, I'm sorr-!" your sentence was cut off by a shriek as he slapped your face again.

Looking up at him, his expression changed. He was clearly more annoyed than disappointed.

"She's just a normal human and can't see me. Is that what the test was about?" Mahito understood why you were there now, still feeling the need to ask. He squeezed your arms, moving them around a bit, watching the panic in your face intensify.

"Shut up Mahito, I told you to behave," Kenjaku spat out, annoyed at the childish curse. "I'll let you watch if you're quiet."

Your mind was swimming, cheek stinging from the slaps. Trying to wriggle free again, you pressed your hips up and move your legs. You only succeeded in grinding against your captor.

"Mahito? I think you have me confused for someone else. You can let me go, I won't tell anyone I promise!" you saw a ray of hope. If he was after this Mahito person, maybe he'd let you go once you explained you weren't them.

Kenjaku bent over, putting his face right above yours. Kissing at the cheek he slapped. Despite feeling both of his hands at your sides, you felt a hand in your hair holding your head in place.

The annoyed look in his eyes shifted back to disappointment, resting the tip of his nose against yours, he sighed in your face. When he opened his eyes back up, all emotion had left him. Just a blank void staring into your eyes.

"You don't even know I'm not the only one holding you down. He's going to watch me ruin you, then we will see what to do with you from there," Kenjaku kissed the tip of your nose, "If you put on a good enough show I won't rip your brain out."

When he finally kissed you, it was with none of the gentleness his lips had shown your face. Biting into your lip to get you to open your mouth, as you gasped he shoved his tongue down your throat.

His hands snaked their way under your back, nails digging into your skin as he scratched the flesh while pushing up your shirt.

You moaned into the kiss, the pain was unexpected but you still tried to keep up with the kiss. Just so you didn't choke on the tongue working its way around your mouth.

The hand, feeling of a hand, in your hair tightened. You gasped again at the sharp sensation, Kenjaku taking the chance to bite at your tongue as it slowed down in trying to tangle with his own. The taste of blood filling your mouth. He liked an active subject, it was more exciting than one that just cowered in fear.

"Are you trying to suffocate her?" Mahito asked. He wasn't stupid enough to not recognize a kiss, but he'd never seen the man before him express so much emotion without killing someone or speaking about their future.

Kenjaku ignored Mahito for a moment, choosing instead to suck the blood from your mouth. He must have bit your tongue harder than he realized. The taste of your blood in his mouth aroused him though. It had been too long since he'd partaken in pleasures of the flesh in a male body. And his vessel seemed more than capable of reproduction.

Pulling away from your face an inch, Kenjaku hovered above your gasping mouth. Bringing out one of his hands from behind your back, he used his fingers to hold your mouth open. He inspected the damage he'd done to your lips, it seems he'd made those bleed too.

Perhaps this would be good for him, since he seemed so eager already.

"Do you want to see how Noritoshi Kamo created those death painting cursed wombs?" Kenjaku asked Mahito as he continued playing with your lips. You were still breathing deeply, mouth open. Before Mahito could reply Kenjaku spat your blood and his saliva back into your mouth. Covering your mouth with his palm he forced you to swallow.

"We can just make more? Then why do I have to infiltrate their stupid school?" Mahito asked, bored of watching already. Though he did like to watch you squirm, he would prefer to be the source of your trembling.

Kenjaku shook his head, sliding off of your hips to settle himself between your legs. You attempted to kick him but he manipulated your limbs with such ease you weren't sure you were doing anything but making yourself more exhausted. For now Kenjaku just sat, pressed up against your spread legs, his hardening cock lining up with your core.

"No it takes too long, but I can show you the beginning of the process. Do you know much about human impregnation?" Kenjaku asked as he ran his hands across your plush thighs. Even through your clothes he could feel your warmth.

At the mention of impregnation you attempted to close your legs. Unfortunately he was snugly pressed up against you, causing you to wrap your legs around him. His large hands squeezing your thighs, holding them in place.

It was obvious you were only hearing part of a conversation. As if he were talking to himself, but the hands on your arms and in your hair made you sure you were the crazy one and not him. At least you assumed they were hands, the ghost of a touch with the pain of a vice grip.

"You can't! Please, you can still let me go!" you begged. You knew where this was going. Even without the words, the hardness pressing against you and his violent kisses eluded to what he wanted out of you.

Lightly grinding his hips into yours, Kenjaku stroked your thighs in a psuedo calming gesture.

"Don't worry pet, the process has to be at least a little pleasant for you. I'll make your cunt beg for this vessels cock," Kenjaku's fingers reached to undo your belt as he spoke.

"So are ya gonna impregnate her or kill her? If you're gonna kill her can I just transfigure her into one of my toys?" Mahito asked. The young curse had already forgotten what was mentioned about body snatching earlier, he just wanted another human to play with.

Kenjaku's hands stilled on your zipper. His eyes raising to meet yours, tear filled, cheeks stained red from being slapped. The desperation made his mouth water and cock harden painfully.

His hands tore at your jeans, instead of using the zipper. They ripped in two pieces, the tear forming at the seam and splitting cleanly with his brute force. He pushed your legs up, tearing the clothing from them. Laying the palm of his hand against your mound, he rubbed the sensitive flesh through your panties.

Kenjaku's other hand lifted again to Mahito's face before slapping the curse's cheek. The sound of an impact above your head startled you even more, as you couldn't see what he made contact with.

"If you're so bored, than leave before I make you. They're mine to 'play' with as you call it. I don't need you here for this vessel to fuck them," Kenjaku's hand soothed the cheek he slapped before returning it to your thighs. Pressing them wide open as he lowered himself to his knees.

His hands on your thighs jerked your body toward him, scratching your bare skin on the rough table under you.

You didn't know why he was being possessive, wishing you could hear the rest of the conversation. Not that it'd help, you just wanted to feel less crazy. Part of you thought this might just be an elaborate nightmare, but the large hands on your skin and the pain in your back grounded you in reality.

Kenjaku nipped at your thigh, bringing your eyes back to him. His hands leaving your thighs to pull his long hair up into a tight bun. You wished he wasn't so handsome. You hated to admit that under other circumstances you'd love to see a man this beautiful between your thighs. The only unsettling thing about his appearance the stitches on his forehead.

With his hair tied up he pushed your thighs back, the stretch of your muscle was almost unbearable.

"Hold these still too, I'll reward you if she doesn't move," Kenjaku spoke into your thigh. His seductive gaze landing somewhere above your head. You felt a similar pressure on your ankles to the ones on your arms. The force pulled your ankles to hover above your chest.

Whatever he was talking to, whatever was holding you, had to have at least four arms, maybe even five counting the grip on your hair. The thought made your head ache.

"Good boy," Kenjaku whispered, as he moved his hand to your still covered pussy.

You watched with morbid fascination and mild disgust as he moved your lace panties to the side. He slid a large finger through your folds before holding his soaked finger up to his face. Sticking the appendage in his mouth and sucking off the juices, his eyes never leaving yours.

A filthy heat wormed its way to your core and you felt yourself growing more aroused at the sight. Disgusted with yourself you tried again to wiggle away but the invisible grip kept you still.

With a smirk Kenjaku lowered his face to your wet pussy and began exploring with his tongue. You fought the urge to keep quiet, biting your lip and closing your eyes. His hot tongue sliding through your folds felt divine. It had been so long since you'd felt the touch of another.

Yet despite how good it felt he deliberately avoided licking too close to your clit. His tongue lapping up all of your arousal as it just kept flowing out of you.

Licking down further, his thick fingers spread your flesh open. Exposing your wet hold to the cold air. You shivered at how on display you felt. His tongue circled your entrance before sliding in.

A gasp left your clenched teeth at the sensation. His tongue wasn't extra long or thick, but the hot muscle licking at your walls, truly eating you out as he sucked your essence into his mouth had your legs trembling in place.

Daring to look down you opened your eyes again, noticing he was still staring back up at you. You couldn't help but grind down on his face, it felt so good and shameful at the same time.

When you pressed your hips closer to his face, his nose brushed up against your neglected clit, causing a moan to finally break through your lips. You felt his blunt nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, satisfied with your reaction

The obscene sounds of Kenjaku slurping and sucking your juices as he tongue fucked you added to how overwhelmed you were. Soft moans now spilling continuously from your lips.

He lifted his head, mouth and chin coated in your essence, licking at his own lips.

"Did you know, over one hundred years ago, men of science used to claim that you could tell how fertile a woman was based on their taste? I still don't know if it's true or just a myth used by perverted doctors," Kenjaku spoke. Again he was looking above you, obviously not speaking to you, which was a good thing as the words weren't fully processing in your mind.

Mahito seemed curios, tilting his head to the side. The gesture didn't suit his now uncanny form, two extra arms sprouting from his shoulders to keep your legs in place.

"What's it supposed to taste like?" the curse asked, not willing to say aloud that he wanted to taste.

Kenjaku lowered his mouth back to your pussy, tongue finally giving you the relief you desired by swirling it around your clit before sucking harshly at the bundle of nerves.

Your moan turned into a desperate whine as he sat up, hovering over your body, again interacting with the person you couldn't see.

Kenjaku again rested his palm on Mahito's cheek as he leaned in and kissed the curse. Mahito's mouth opened immediately, allowing Kenjaku's tongue in and swirling it with his own. Mahito sucked at the arousal coating the invading tongue.

The sight above you was so bizarre, and also unfortunately arousing. Kenjaku was obviously kissing someone, his lips pressing in and tongue moving in the air. You couldn't help but miss the feeling of him inside you. Your now empty pussy clenching around nothing.

"Please," you gasped out, still unable to use any of your limbs despite Kenjaku only having one hand on your hip.

Kenjaku used the hand resting on Mahito's cheek to push the curse away.

Both of Kenjaku's hands left you as he stepped back, taking in the sight before him. You spread open, covered in your own arousal, face flushed and covered in tears. Mahito above you and holding your still. It really was a shame you couldn't see him. At least you could still feel him.

Hands dropping to his own belt, Kenjaku stepped back up to you, rubbing the tip of his now free cock against your soaked pussy.

"I can't tell if you're begging me to stop or begging me to make your cunt cum all over this vessels cock. Which is it?" Kenjaku asked teasingly, the head of his cock rubbing against your entrance. His tone playful for the situation he'd forced upon you.

His words made you feel sick, despite the heat swirling in your guts you didn't actually want him to continue. Did you?

Your eyes widened as he started to press the head of his cock into you. You had definitely not been prepared enough for this. His tongue inside you was nothing compared to the thick cock stretching your entrance.

Thankful for his slow pace you tried to breathe steadily as he pressed into you.

"Fuck, your cunt is too tight. Can you relax for me, pet?" Kenjaku whispered. His voice measured, if not slightly strained.

His words and the hands now running up and down your pinned thighs made you want to listen to him. Every time he spoke you felt more compelled to obey, it had been that way since he first spoke to you. No matter how wrong this was, he felt so soothing.

You felt your muscles relaxing, allowing him to slip further into you. Your walls still stretching too far to accommodate his thick cock. While he hadn't fully filled you up, you felt him slide back out of you. Relief flooding your veins at him not being as big as you expected.

Kenjaku locked eyes with you, his hand guiding your face to make sure you were making eye contact. He smiled peacefully before winking at you. A sinking dread replacing the relief in your guts.

He snapped his hips forward, bottoming out far deeper in your pussy than you expected. A choked moan leaving your lips as he split you open. Instead of giving you time to adjust to his size Kenjaku set a punishing pace, slamming his hips into yours.

A chorus of shrieks and moans left your lips, unable to contain the feelings of pain and pleasure his thrusts were giving you. You were trying to stay relaxed but you couldn't help but clench at the violent intrusion. You felt your legs shake against the invisible grip holding you.

Sliding his large hand down from your face while still fucking into you, Kenjaku took hold of one of your legs. Freeing it from the grip it was in and holding it against his body. He manipulated your leg to hold you open at a different angle. Kissing at the ankle that was now in front of his face, his cock pressed even deeper inside of you.

The angle, while allowing him to go deeper also allowed him to brush up against a spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in pleasure. Your voice all moans and choked sobs as you felt your self crying again while he forced you toward orgasm.

"Can you- shut them up- Mahito?" Kenjaku asked, voice lower in pitch and strained from pleasure. While he wasn't moaning, hearing his voice quiver gave you some twisted pleasure. To know you were affecting him like this without doing anything made you not even notice his words.

You also didn't notice the smile forming on the curse above you's face, not that you could anyway.

Mahito lowered his face to yours, pausing just above you to study your face a little closer. He had never heard a human scream in pleasure before, though he guessed from your tears that it wasn't all pleasure. He loved the sounds you were making, but a command is a command.

Mahito slipped his tongue into your open mouth, sloppily kissing you. The angle was odd as is face was upside down, his nose brushing your chin. His tongue moving in your mouth with much less grace than Kenjaku's had with either of you.

Your eyes snapped open, choking on the intrusion. When you looked up you only saw Kenjaku, gripping your leg and fucking his thick cock into your spot with bruising accuracy. Whatever was kissing you must be the person holding you down, Mahito, you think you remember him say.

You tried to close your mouth, the feeling of kissing something you couldn't see unsettling. Though the sloppy movements of the eager tongue in your mouth did feel good, you felt yourself getting even wetter around Kenjaku's cock.

The feeling of the tongue in your mouth growing in size made you panic. What started as a normal muscle now filled your mouth. You could feel your spit seeping out of your mouth and mixing with your tears on your face. The kiss was too much, you couldn't breathe.

The lack of oxygen and the constant assault on your pussy ripped your orgasm from you. Pussy gushing cum around Kenjaku's cock and clenching your already tight hole around him, as if begging to be filled by his release.

The tongue in your mouth eased up into a more normal kiss as you gasped and gagged, choking on the force of your orgasm and your full mouth.

Suddenly the mouth was ripped from yours, leaving you panting and whimpering from overstimulation.

Kenjaku threaded the hand not holding your leg in Mahito's hair, yanking the curse's mouth away from you before forcing him into a bruising kiss. Kenjaku kissed Mahito with more tongue and teeth than last time. Moaning into the curse's mouth as your pussy squeezed his release out.

Kenjaku's thrusts slowing but still pushing so deep inside of you as he painted your womb and walls with his hot cum. Mahito took advantage of Kenjaku's moan by taking over the kiss, greedily sucking on his tongue again and exploring his mouth.

In your post orgasm haze you stared up at a slack-jawed Kenjaku, obviously being kissed the same way you had been. You watched him pull away slowly as his thrusts finally stopped inside of you. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock still buried in your pussy.

"You're lucky this was so much fun. Maybe I'll keep you around for a while as my pet until I tire of you. Unless you'd rather me keep my promise of ripping your brain out?"

[fluffyprettykitty]

Heat

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: ~900 words

Outline: Sam is not at all happy with you randomly sending him nudes.

Warnings: teasing, swearing, dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, furniture humping, brat taming, cockwarming, use of sex toys (butt plug), degradation kink.

Author’s Note: This came to my head, so I had to write it down before I slept lmao. Enjoy!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics// banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

"I need you…" you whine, arching your back. 

"No." He points a finger shaking it. "If you needed me you'd stick to the rules. But you didn't so now Daddy is not gonna touch your sweet little cunt for all the weekend. Don’t ever disrespect me again. " 

"But daddy!" You whine, rolling your hips against the armchair. "I am making a mess…it will be a shame for all this juice to go to waste…"

"And I am gonna take a shower. Have fun." You whine watching your tall and broad boyfriend leave the room and decide to make your moans knowing he can hear you. 

Quickly, he disregards his clothes. He turns on the showerhead and gets inside paying no mind to your actions. Sam had a strict set of rules and he never bent them for you. Why would today be any different? Well, it never hurt to try a little. 

You really hoped that watching you completely naked riding the fuck out of his armchair would shock him and have him rail you in no time. God knows how much you need it. You even sent him naughty and lewd pictures while doing so and even a short video. Yet he came home from the supermarket and immediately started sorting out the groceries telling you Daddy's busy and is not the right time for some fooling around. Didn’t even pay attention to you for more than five seconds. 

You decide to get up and follow him to the shower but you open the door just as he steps out. He was fast and efficient in anything but sex play. 

"I said no." He looks at you with a strict look on his face, grabbing his towel. 

"But daddy…" 

"No buts. You know the rules, you know I like my respect, you know I like clear rules and settings, and yet.” He stops, only to sigh for a brief moment and shake his head.” You sent me nudes like that when I was outside in an open space with my own sister. You don't do that. " 

You shift your weight wrapping your arms around you and pouting. Well, you hoped that he’d decide to hurry up and come home but you can’t really say that now, don’t you? But you can always become naughtier. 

"Would it have been better if I had put in a butt plug?" You ask, your voice innocent. You can tell that gets a reaction from him. He shoots daggers at you through the mirror while he is applying his face cream. 

"You'd still be punished." He doesn’t break eye contact through the mirror. “Pictures and worse videos are not allowed in public settings. You preparing yourself for me is but only after you have specifically asked me first. You know this.” 

"Why? It would have made me halfway ready for you. And oh the stretching would have been so nice. God knows how much I need my stretching you know how tight everything is. You can barely fit in all the way in. Maybe I could be sitting on the couch on all fours waiting for you to replace it with your cock. That would have been fun." 

Sam turns around to look at you and you know by the tent that's forming under his bath towel you are turning him on. 

"Maybe, but you didn't. " He points out, his voice dropping low. " How about you use that little butt plug now and go and make daddy dinner naked as the light of the day so I can see the little dazzling jewel? And then maybe I will even let you warm my cock while I eat my meal." 

Well, he could always one up you. 

You don't even reply to him as you quickly exit the bathroom running to the bedroom to find the plug. You know he is chuckling even if you can't hear him and you position yourself down. Using some lube on the plug and your fingers, you begin to lube yourself while he is now walking inside the bedroom. 

"Always such a whore. " 

You think about protesting or interjecting but you have well proven today that you are one so you continue like this, breathing steadily, pushing inside the metallic toy. No doubt he is looking at you even if you can hear fumble around the closet so you put on a little show, one finger, one bit of the plug until is all inside, and all the while you are putting on the moaning show of your life. 

“Not bad.” Sam chuckles and smacks your asscheek and then the plug makes you squirm. 

“Daddy’s hungry, come on. Fix him a meal.”

Your legs are a little bit wobbly as the horniness has gotten to your head and is hard for you to concentrate. You think that the easiest you could make right now is pasta so you try to focus on that and yet…

“Not pasta though, I would like some shrimps…maybe risotto.” 

“Anything for daddy.”

An hour later, you were still naked sitting on his lap, his cock inside your pussy while he teasingly twisted the plug around after each bite of the meal. You could wonder how much he could torture you like this but any thoughts had long exited your head…

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I have a request! Eddie Munson x trans male!reader with social anxiety who really wants to play D&D with him but is worried he’ll fuck up.

'Its okay' Eddie munson x ftm!reader

Summary: eddie ask reader if he wants to play d&d and reader is over the moon, really what's to he is scared he'll fuck up

Cw: reader being hella worried, mainly fluff

You where minding your own business, just going on with your day when eddie ran up to you all exited and gidy like he usually is.

"Hey! Hey m/n" you heard eddie yell as he ran up behind you. You stopped and smiled at him. "Hey Eddie, you okay?

"Ya ya I'm greet, hey you wanna play d&d with me and the hellfire crew later. We can't find a damn cover." He said his voice lanced with excitement

Oh god you wanted to say yes so bad. You fucking loved d&d and never managed to have a chance to play with someone else.

You wanted to play with eddie so damb bad but what if you messed up? Would eddie get mad? What if you mess up and completely embarras yourself.

Your train of thought was suddenly broken when you felt eddie shake you. "Hey n/n you okay?" "Ya ya I'm okay eddie" you said, slightly nervous. Eddie looked at you concerned for a second before going back to what he was asking.

"So you wanna come?" You froze once again at the question. Fuck sake. You don't wanna say no but you can't say yes. You sigh. You give him a soft smile and blurt out an answer "Ya sure I'd love too" you mentally scolded yourself for that. Wtf why would you say yes?!?! You damn moron.

However you saw Eddie's eyes light up. He looked so damn exited. He smiled at you. "Got it n/n, see you at hell fire!!" He ran off waving to you. You smiled, but you where still mentally scolding yourself. 'Well there's no going back now' you thought

While you sat through your last period class you just couldn't stop worrying. You knew you'd mess something up and if you mess up it's gonna be a fucking disaster.

You could say that you learnt nothing in that class. You didn't even hear the bell when it rang you where that distracted. But now it was the end of the day and hell fire was on and you had to go.

Could you just run? Just run to your car and drive home? Make up a dumb excuse later? You where basically digging for reasons not to go at this point. But right as you where about to walk past the club room eddie called after you. Fuck.

You turned around and saw him, his usual happy self. "You ready to play some d&d m/n?" You gulped "Ya eddie" once again you saw the look of concern on Eddie's face. 'Shit, shit, shit'

He gave you a comforting smile and opened the door for you. There was no one there yet, which made you let out a breath of relief. Eddie went and plopped on his throne and you took a seat in one of the chairs.

"Ya nervous?" You jumped at the question "umm slightly, maybe ya" "Well there's nothing to be worried about, at the end of the day it's d&d, it might change your life but not for the worst." He said smiling ear to ear.

You smiled at him. You where still nervous as fuck to do this and you where still making up excuses to leave but as soon as you got close you having one you saw the others walking in all exited. Fucking great.

You could feel your heart beating out of your fucking chest. Dammit you where gonna fuck this up. You looked over to eddie who had a reassuring smile on his face as he leaned in.

"Don't worry about this n/n I won't put you through hell, this time" he winked and leaned back in his chair. You can't say that was really reassuring but it made you feal... slightly better. Its okay. You'll be fine. If you mess up it okay. It's just a game. Right?