#ship: i licked it so its mine

[princeoftheeternalbog]

OP characters reacting to you kissing them and running away (here's part 2) established relationship ish. Feel free to ask for other characters.

ALSO I've definitely seen another creator who did this idea with op characters but I can't remember who so if someone could tell me I would really love to credit them :(. I tried to make mine different but still it's the principal of it.

Slightly suggestive in some parts so mdni.

Luffy

Thinks its a new game like tag but with kisses and it ends up actually becoming one. You'll both wait for the other to become distracted and then you'll strike, planting a kiss and sprinting off around the ship or the island you're docked at. It's not hard to chase after each other because the trails of laughter are so easy to follow and it always ends up with one of you on the floor from a tackle or something similar.

Zoro

Gobsmacked. Genuinely his jaw drops especially if there's other people there and you get away so easily only because of how long it takes his brain to boot back online. Oh but he doesn't let it go. He waits until you're in a similar situation, either talking to someone or doing work and he sneaks up to pull you into a deep, intense kiss that leaves your knees weak. Like he fully puts the moves on you, hand on your lower back, other hand cradling your jaw, hes literally licking into your mouth and then he just disappears for the rest of the day. Asshole.

Sanji

You are not running away from this man. Not in a scary way but he can't do just one short kiss, as soon as you're leaning in his hands settle firm on your hips and that grip is not something you can wiggle out of. You can try to run away but he just laughs at you and pulls you closer to him, ofc he would let go if you actually wanted him to but he knows what you're trying to pull. Says something like "Oh? Trying to run darlin? How sweet." swoon- Just don't even bother, he will always try to win if your affection is involved.

Nami

Honestly thinks nothing of it. A lot of your affection is sweet but quick because yk pirate life. But if you look disappointed from her lack of reaction then she catches on quickly and starts playing along. So sweet even though she can be scary. Oh but don't try to run if she's initiating, like Sanji you aren't going to get out of her grip. If she wants to shower you with affection, she is going to thank you very much. If you do manage to slip away she's surprisingly quick and surprisingly stealthy. Like you'll think you got away and you walk into a room and she drops down from the ceiling like fucking batman.

(maybe not that dramatic but shes good)

Robin

She lets you run away but only because she knows she could summon a mouth to kiss you at any time and in any place so she's content knowing she always wins. Also thinks it's really cute when you try to rile her up like this, she just finds it so endearing and usually ends up playing into it anyways- "My, my, aren't you getting so bold my love". Sometimes will purposefully trip you up while you're doing these antics so you can't get away or so your plan is ruined, absolutely pretends she has no idea what you're talking about.

Usopp

Highly likely he was doing something when it happened. Highly likely he dropped something onto his foot as a result. Yowls like an injured cat and then when his brain catches up it's like steam comes out of his ears. Stands there with his mouth open and pointing at you like you betrayed his entire family. Very funny and very cute. Also a possibility of him smacking you out of fearful instinct in which case he'd probably cry his eyes out and beg for forgiveness. Nami makes it worse by punching him in the face for hitting you. A mess all around if you get him at the wrong time so just be careful.

Ace

Immediately sprinting after you, it's actually a bit scary. But like hey he's not letting you get away with just one measly little peck on the cheek. Absolutely nobody on the crew helps you unless it would be funny, i.e. someone tripping Ace up so he faceplants. If it's near the beginning of your relationship then you likely go back out of concern which he takes as a chance to catch you, but if it's later then you already know this man's antics and you know he wouldn't be injured just from tripping so you use it as an opportunity to get away💪. You still have to kiss it better later though when hes whining to you about how cruel you are for leaving him in the dust(he would do the same).

Izou

Don't bother. As soon as you turn he snatches you by the back of your collar and pulls you onto his lap, proceeds to resume his conversation like nothing is wrong but his arms are firm around your waist and his cheeks and ears are a particularly pretty shade of red. Once his conversation is over and the other person has left, he turns his attention to you with a very pointed look. He's not actually irritated but if he enjoys watching you squirm that's his business. "If you wanted a kiss you should've just asked my love" and then he's practically devouring your mouth. Doesn't care about the other people in the vicinity. Doesn't care that he's smudging his lipstick. Just wants to fluster you more than you flustered him.

Marco

Do you even want to run away from this man lets be real- anyways.

If he's doing work then he just laughs and lets you get away with it, tallys it in his head for later, but if he's free and hes in a good mood then he absolutely plays into it. Will chase after you. Will cheat by using his powers. Its a bit scary but also very attractive, somehow ends with him pinning you in some way (☺️), looks very smug when he wins. Like you'll end up flat on your back, legs trapped under his and his hands restraining yours and he's just grinning- "Oh what a surprise. You were so easy to catch-yoi" Yeah yeah shut up. Absolutely asks what his reward is just to see your shocked face (absolutely asks again later when you two are alone).

Sabo

VILLAIN!!!!!! Sorry only way i can describe how devious and obsessed this man would be. Like Izou he tries to snatch you immediately but you planned for this so you manage to spring out of his grip in time. You falter a bit at his reaction then because he just blinks at you for a while. You start to feel a bit nervous and when he finally grins at you, you definitely feel nervous. "Playing like that are we honey? How about I give you a headstart then?" Evil. You know he's going to catch you. He knows he's going to catch you. He's just giving you false hope but yk hope is hope so you take the chance.

You don't get far. It's not even fair how quickly he catches up to you and gets you underneath him, it takes him barely any effort, not even a strand of hair is out of place. Spends the next 10 minutes kissing you on the floor of the hallway until Koala comes back and promptly drags him back into his office.

[alexa-fika]

Hey, hey I wondering of you can Goldie from the newer Puss and boots movie x Whitebeard pirate. But imagine instead of goldie meeting the bears when she was a child and using all of the bear family stuff she instead uses the Whitebeard pirates stuff and like they found her sleeping in Ace bed because in the the original story she was in the youngest bear bed and Ace is the youngest of the crew. How does she react? How do the Whitebeard pirates react?

Second if this one is better

Goldie from newer movie x whitebeard pirates. But instead she is a teenager and she had already grown with the bear family but she got seperated from her bear family when the area in the whising star took her away from her dimension and she lands on the Whitebeard ship. How does she react? How do the Whitebeard pirates react?

Thank you sm if you answer this or do this, Im sorry if its to much you can pick one of the scenario wich is more to your liking. ♡♡♡

Unexpected Reasons ( Whitebeard x f!child!reader)

A/N Here we gooo, am I the only one with a crush on goldilocks, that woman is gorgeous anyhow, I decided to go with your first prompt, im not sure if to call this a cook or a flop what do you guys think

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

"What the hell?" muttered Haruta, looking around the commander's quarters, which now lay in disarray. Various commanders commenting on the absence of some of their belongings.

"Did we get ransacked?" Questioned Ace

"No one would dare ransack Whitebeard, much less its mother ship; it doesn't hold water, idiot," Thatch scoffed.

"That last part was unneeded," he snapped, glaring at the chef.

" Ya pitchin' a fit?" he piped back a grin on his face.

"Cut it out, both of you-yoi," Marco Sighed.

"Perhaps it was Stefan. We were gone for a few days, and the lad was most surely angered at us leaving for such a long time," Vista Mused.

"We leave this room locked; he couldn't have gotten inside, not to mention Stefan is quite the behaved canine; I do not see him capable of this," Izou answered, frowning at the lack of his crimson obi amongst his things.

"Where is Stefan?" Thatch questioned

"Haven't seen the furball since we came back"

Their conversation is soon interrupted by the sound of ruffling; they all turn to the bed in front of them, and the covers draped over a lump on the mattress begin to shift.

"So it was you...Stefan," Ace exclaimed, stomping his way to his bed and uncovering the bed to reveal said canine. His words, however, paused as the crew's dog was not the only one lying on the bed.

"What is it-yoi?" Marco questioned walking next to the freckled man only to stop and stare in a manner not much different from Ace himself, the rest of the commanders mirrored their expressions as they stared at the child lying down on the bed, hugging Stefan close to her a familiar obi wrapped around her for additional warmth

"Well, I'll be; Pops is going to have the time of his life with this one," Thatch said, breaking out of his shocked state and grinning at the girl, who began to shift. She rubbed her eyes as she sat in the bed, letting out a giggle as Stefan began to jump on her, licking her face in greeting.

Izou smiles, gently scooping up the child into his arms.

"Hi there, who might you be?" he questioned 

"I'm Dokucha!" She grins up at him

"You seem to have something of mine," he commented, gesturing to the crimson obi wrapped around her.

"It's pretty and soft," she smiles, nuzzling further into the silk, receiving a soft, amused hum from the sniper.

"What are you doing here?"

"It's comfy!"

Marco looked at the girl, letting out an amused laugh at her simplistic answer.

"You broke into a galleon belonging to pirates because you thought it would be comfortable."

"No!" she laughed, seemingly finding the idea entertaining.

"Well that's goo-

"It was because I liked the whale. It's so cute!" she exclaimed, interrupting Ace's words as she threw her hands in the hair at her proclamation.

"..."

"..."

Ace lets out a slight snicker that soon turns into uncontrolled laughter, soon spreading to the rest of the commanders.

"Hey, dokucha, how would you like living in the cute whale?" Thatch questioned looking at the small girl

"Do I get to be with the puppy?" She questions with a slight tilt of her head

"Do you mean Stefan?" Izou questioned, gesturing to the terrier who was pawing at his arms, trying to get to the girl once again 

She nods, laughing gleefully as the dog leaps into Izou's arms, continuing his barrage of kisses on the girl.

"Well, we know how Stefan feels-yoi," Marco laughs.

What do we think? That ending was kinda sudden so im kinda eh about it, what are we thinking?

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*I used this picture last time but it fits so don't mention it (original post)

siren!seonghwa x reader 18+ only, minors dni themes: explicit, water sex, outdoor sex, mythical creature (siren)

After the other day aka the after party incident, Seonghwa has been a menace.

His lustful annoyances have grown in number. Pressing himself to you on the train. Winking at you across the room. Licking his fingers clean when baking.

A menace.

However, he has also been very romantic and lovey as well. He holds you tighter at night, slipping his fingers between yours with his head in your neck. Strokes your hair lovingly when he sees you doing something and just wants to give you love without interrupting you too much. Soft looks before he kisses you sweetly.

Today he seems excited. He’s driving you two somewhere but barely letting go of your hand. He’s singing along to the playlist you have going one minute then the next enjoying the music, bringing your intertwined hands up to softly kiss yours.

No matter how many times you ask a variation of “Hwa, baby, where are we going?” He just looks over to you with a smirk before singing at you.

Soon enough you’re walking through trees off the path that led to where he parked. You would be worried if it wasn’t for his firm grip on your hand and confident steps through the endless green.

Soon, he emerges you two from the wall of trees to the spring hidden inside. You were in awe of its beauty but were confused why you were here. And how he knew it was here for that matter.

“My home” he muttered. You looked to him to see his wide starry eyes. The smile on his face was nothing short of fond. After a moment he led you to the edge of the clear blue water. This was the first time he let go of your hand as he slid his shoes off and kneeled by the water. “Beautiful.”

“Very” you smiled as you watched him.

He turned back to you, beaming. You joined him next to the water with your fond smile growing.

“I grew my aura here.”

“I thought you were from an island.”

“I am, all sirens are but some of us come to springs such as these to grow our auras. Away from the vastness and traffic of the sea. No cruise ships coming through here.” he laughs.

As you wonder what growing his aura was like he stands. A low hum starts in his chest. The tone sweet. He strips slowly, eyes now turned to the sea in the distance. He simply says, “Sometimes I miss being in the water.”, before he walks into the spring, scales appearing over parts of his body. Pale skin complimenting the iridescent purpley blues that spread across him. His humming starts again as he turns, biting his lip as he beckons you in. You strip, throwing your clothes beside his.

The moment you put a foot in your body buzzes. It scares you for moment but he’s at your side in a second. “Its alright darling. Its alright. Your body is getting on frequency with mine” He holds out his hand for yours. Immediately, you grab it, trusting him instinctively. With careful and cautious steps you let him gently guide you in fully. Seonghwa is careful to keep you in the shallow area, only letting water come up to right under your breasts. “Better?”

The buzzing has dulled to a hum where he touches you, all you can hear is his hum from before. It pulls a bit of fuzzy brain forward as you stare at your connected hands, nodding dumbly.

A soft hand on your chin turning your gaze towards him brings you out of it. “Hmm?”

“Yeah, much better. But what do you mean frequency? Wait why did you come here to grow your aura? Didn’t you-”

He smiles playfully. “Oh so want a full Siren lesson huh? Trying to be just like me again?”

You laugh pushing him back some as he had gotten closer with his teasing. As he leans back from your playful shove, something brushes your leg. You yelp moving back.

“Calm down.” He leans back more allowing you to see what it was. His tail. 

Of course, you knew he had one but you’d only seen it once. He doesn’t show it often, preferring to say bipedal most of the time. He has told you he goes off to swim with it sometimes. Often, you wonder if he’s self concious to let you see it much. Maybe even scared but here he is grinning happily with his tail splashing you.

He’s playful and filled with child like charm for a while. The carefree feeling of him in his ethereal glory as he laughs happily. As the sun, continues to move across the sky, it gets hidden behind curved trees over a particular part of the spring as if thick clouds were shielding the sun from shining. You look up to see the leaves and branches curling to make a thick umbrella. Its a little cooler now thanks to it. You turn back to see Seonghwa gone but you can still feel him. He’s so close you can feel his tail brush against you. The moment you feel his legs return you know he’s doing something. You move closer to land, sliding up on a curved rock coming up from the water. The slope of the side allowing you to sit while still mostly covered by water. He swims over, rising with each step until right before his lower half is freed from the water. He’s towering over you. “My little siren, do you know what a spring means to us?” He leans over with both palms on the rocks next to you. You shake your head slowly, head tilted back to look at him.

“This is where my sensual energy comes from. Where I sang for a beautiful partner. Amazing inside and out. Someone to sing my songs to. To swim with me. With legs to bury my face between. Nails to mark my back.” His dark eyes looked deeply into your own. “Bringing a partner here means something I can’t describe. But I can show you.”

He steps back. Pulling your leg to bring you back into the swimming part of the water.

“My influence here is stronger than anywhere else. Can you feel it?” You could. 

But then he begins to sing. 

You can feel it the moment it hits you. It moves through you like its flowing through your veins. Making your heart pump faster, your head feel like its floating, and arousal flood your senses. This isn’t the first time you’ve felt his influence but this was stronger, you've never felt this. You gripped his shoulder as this was an arousal so strong you felt yourself quiver.

You hold his shoulder tightly, the other hand holding onto the back of his neck to keep him near you. He wasn’t going anywhere but you were incapable of letting him too far. His hands roam your torso, lighting another fire of desire with every light touch. 

The moment he stops singing he kisses you finally, he pulls you impossibly closer, his length pressing between. 

Without a word, he pulls you down, sliding you down the rocks until you were both submerged. Though you struggled to open your eyes underwater, he held you close. When you finally managed you had another problem. You hadn’t taken a deep breath before he pulled you under. Before you could move back to the surface, he put is lips on yours. 

Relief rushed to your lungs. Not the distinct feeling of a deep breath of fresh air but relief all the same. Your water pressured eyes were open in shock. Not feeling like you were drowning, you finally closed them, feeling the sparks of arousal light again. When he pulled away you opened your eyes again. You could see him. The blurriness from the unnatural pressure was gone and you could see everything so clearly. It was as if a stage light was lit so everything under the surface was irrdescant. 

Then there was him. 

He glowed in the majesty of the water. Some of his scales were visible and shining like you’d never seen before.

Your eyes sparkled in awe. It was like nothing you had ever dreamed of. He smiled wide at your wonder, no hint of fear in your wide eyes. Something clicking for him in that moment. A confirmation of what he knew before coming here. You truly are the one.

He springs towards you, moving expertly in the water to capture your lips with his again. Moving up until he pierces the surface, he pushes you up again further onto the rock before he leans over you. You felt you may need time to adjust to the wonder he just showed you but the way his eyes level you with a look of want it almost leaves your mind. 

At a time with such high lust he's usually between your legs already with only his eyes visible but neither of you have to say anything as he kisses and slides in at the same time. Your head falls back in a silent scream. The intensity of the feeling is at a 10. He must know as he holds your cheek nodding as he continues to fill you. Every part of you was on fire, the only things keeping you grounded were the cool water and Seonghwa’s gentle hands. He lays his head on your shoulder making you realize his hips were touching the back of your thighs. His head dropped to your shoulder. 

“Darling” he breathed out roughly but said nothing else. The hand on your cheek slid down to hold your hip as he pulled out with a deep sigh. You couldn’t make any noise, all sounds almost stuck in your throat. He sat up and slowly pushed back in, doing so over and over again. He kept with these movements, his hands gently running across your body. You opened your eyes to see him looking over you almost in a daze. His eyes looked as though he was taking in a precious treasure he never thought he would find. 

“Hwa” you heard yourself say. He looked up to your face, eyes filled with lust behind heavy lids. You looked so heavenly. He didn’t answer but leaned down again to peck your lips, pushing your thigh up and out as he pushed deeper into you. You saw him smile as he started to move faster. His other hand pushed your other thigh up the same way as he sped up.

The sounds that were all caught in your throat were coming out now. Sinful sounds from the heavenly feel. Your hands grabbed at his waist trying to pull him to you more. Your back arched against the wet rocks. “Baby, you don’t understand.” his voice sounds strained as he buries his face in your neck. Hand coming under your arm to hold your shoulder tightly. The rough hold makes you arch again, thighs moving up on their own and hips sliding in just the right way to hit the spot that has you squealing and grabbing onto him like you'd been given the best shot of your life. You clench and he throws his head back with a loud moan of his own.

“A-Again. Please.” you try to say as clearly as possible. He stops, looking down at your bashful face. He says nothing for a moment only breathing heavily as water still drips from his hair. His kisses you softly before pulling back again. His hands go to the crease of your thighs so close to where you’re both joined, sliding slowly up adding more pressure the higher he goes to push them open, sinking more into your wetness. When he reaches the bend of your knees, you're a mess trying to cover your mouth and stifle the sounds that you want to make as he sits snuggly at the spot you begged him to reach again.

You could tell too through watering eyes he was having trouble staying together too, no doubt from the way you were squeezing him. “Move your hand” he says in a quiet voice “You can make all the noise you want here, darling. Please.”

There was still hesitation until he readjusted his hand. The way you felt him move ever so slightly, so deep in you was so good. You screamed in pleasure in a way you'd never heard from yourself. That self satisfied smile was back as he steadily started to move.

Shallow thrusts at first to savor the feeling of how deep he was. Both of you sounding so blissful in the cover of the trees around you.

The longer he goes the more he pulls out just to feel himself sinking back into your warmth. It’s too good not to. He starts to feel drunk on the feeling and the sounds you're giving him that seem to echo between the trees. Is this what they meant by it feels different with your partner here? He moves his hands needing to be close to you. One sliding up your back to pull you up closer, the other supporting him as he starts to almost double over with the sensation. He’s almost growling in your ear now as he moves his hips as deeply as he can. 

“Hwa please, please” you're begging for something not of your own volition, your body wanting without telling your brain. 

He moans into your ear for a moment at the sound of your sweet voice begging him for release. “It’s ok baby-”

But that’s not what you’re begging for. “Give me your cum.”

He’s never heard you ask for something so filthy. Your eyes have pleaded with him and your legs have stayed around him when he’s nearing his end but never have you outright said it, especially not so vulgar.

And he’s not going to deny his baby. 

He puts all his energy into fucking you into the damp rock. The water by legs moving wildly as he slams into you with as much love and lust as he can. You scream as you fall into the white hot of your orgasm. It takes your breath away for a moment, taking away every sensation but his cock losing pace before you finally feel it. The warmth that spreads from his release. He’s filling up and it almost feels too intimate to be happening in the open expanse of nature. 

You cling tight to him, letting his hips stutter and jerk into you as his body reacts to the strong sensation.

This isn’t the first time he’s filled you but it does feel different. Both of you feeling almost…sparkling? There’s no other word to describe it. It’s a feeling so unlike anything you’ve ever felt.

You’re so drained you can’t move yourself as he gathers you in his arms, holding you tight before pushing off back into the water. You gather enough strength feeling yourself moving to wrap your arms around his neck. You gasp as you feel he’s still inside while your legs are wrapped around him before going below the surface. Sleepily, you watch the way the light dances with the movement of the water as he floats around and moves in a way that lulls you to sleep. 

You awake between his legs on the shore. Warm, realizing though you’re still naked. He’s staring at the sunset with you laid against him as he’s leaned back on his palms. You look up at him from his lap. His beauty is unparalleled and he seems so at peace. He looks down smiling wider as he notices you’re awake.

The realization of how much you love him makes you warm inside. You knew already that you loved him but the depth of your affections is so clear now that you want to cry. Somehow he must understand as the look on his face seems to show understanding. He he caresses your cheek with a gentle hand. A choked ‘I love you’ comes from your mouth at some point.

When he finally speaks you want to hear it forever. “I love you darling“

[writingoddess1125]

You Get Buggy a Corgi

Cute Headcanon

Pure Fluff

◇ Bonus has some mild sadness

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• Buggy has always wanted a Corgi- He's never talked about it but you did see he has a Corgi shaped pillow in his room that he's apparently had since he was a child-

• So you decide to get him one as a gift for his birthday.

• He always had big birthday bashes and it was the biggest party imaginable- The whole crew with more alcohol and food then a gods banquet while Buggy sat in the center jovial and proud.

• You walk over with a box in hand and carefully set it down infront of him, He raises a brow at the lack of flashy decoration on the brown box and pops open the lid with a unamused expression

• There a little head pops up and everyone stares at the happy Corgi face looking st Buggy and the blue bow around its neck

• His whole face flushes as you can quite literally see the childlike joy shine in his eyes- A bright smile on his face as he sets the puppy in his lap.

• "Her name is Guppy" You say as he mumbles the name and glances up at you. "She's mine?"

• "Yep! She's fully trained and apparently does really well on ships from what the shelter said" You say softly, but you're sure he isn't even paying attention to you as the dog seems to instantly love Buggy and scales him with her little body to press her face against his. You can quite literally see his heart melt.

• Clearly Guppy is his favorite gift ever since he doesn't pay attention to anything else accept for Guppy the rest of the night.

• You also get a special reward for bringing a wonderful gift.

• Guppy is absolutely a velcro dog- Loving to be at Buggys side 24/7 and follow him around. He gets her a red bandana so she's easy to spot at all times. If there is anything dangerous he will leave her behind but be sad about it-

• Later finds out she yaps like crazy when he's not there and cries loudly.

• She sleeps on him constantly, sometimes waking him up since she will curl directly over his face suffocating him.

• 'Mrph!- 'Upeee!!" {Guppy!} And ge carefully scoots her on the pillow next to his head so he can breath and go back to sleep-

• Guppy acts as a sort of Therapy dog for Buggy as well- When his temper or anxiety get him worked up to were he would usually destroy his room she will instead lay on his chest and force him to stay still as he Pets her and works himself down from a rage.

• She is also the perfect pillow for him to cry on. So he has pressed his face gently into her fur and just cried- Often she licks the tears away.

• Doesnt wear as heavy of makeup since he knows she likes to lick his face and doesn't want the grease paint to make her sick-

• Will also carry her- Say if the waters are too choppy but she doesn't want to be left he will just carry her like a baby to make sure she doesn't slide around or get hurt.

• If anyone- and I mean ANYONE Dares to mess with his dog he will absolutely go ape-shit... Think insulting his nose is instant death- Hurt his dog and he will come up with the worse ways to kill a person slowly-

• He probably loves Guppy more then any living person and makes sure she has a wonderful healthy life.

Bonus!-

• "Hey Buggy can I ask?- Why do you like Corgi's so much?" You ask laying next to him on the floor of his cabin. He pauses for a moment as he thinks.

• "Lots of reasons- They are soft, sweet, overall really loving and they are a little odd which I like.. But-" He pauses for a second.

• "...It's kinda weird but.. my first memory in life was of a Corgi and my mother-" He admitted and you looked surprised by this, asking for him to explain which he rolled his eyes but agreed.

• "It was the day she dropped me off at the orphanage.. She handed me that corgi pillow you see on my bed and some berry she shoved in my pockets. Telling me that she had to leave me here to make sure I was safe from bad guys-" He said calmly, but you could hear the hurt in his tone.

• "But if I was every in a situation were it was truly life or death all I had to say with three words and I'd be okay. Then she kisses my forehead and left. It's my first and last memories of her- A few years later Roger's picking me up to be his apprentice" He admitted as Guppy lived his face clearly sensing some sadness.

• "Im... I'm so sorry-.. What were the three words?" You asked now circus, but you saw the way his eyes drifted to you briefly

• "Eh- That's a story for a different time" He said with a smile and waved it off. Watching how he pet Guppy some more.

• However you laid there stewing.. 3 words?

[kit-williams]

Sickeningly Sweet

The culmination of mine and @sculptorofcrimson's mega post about Valdor... you should probably read that to get an understanding of what is going on.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon

As always thank you @squishyowl for the divder

tw: smut. yandere valdor. mindbreak or at least mind broken

This was written in like an hour

She hardly recognized herself in the mirror anymore... the slightly golden tinge to her eyes stared back at her with such sadness that was uncommon for her given her background... she made the most of everything... she really tried with this... as she could feel the way the comb just glided through her long brown hair... something happened when she got scared.

He had stumbled back when she let out that final desperate scream before she devolved into sobs... her eyes and her hair changed not long after that... but now no one came to visit... no one came to check up on her... she felt so sad and empty for the first time in her life... she covered her face and let her tears fall for herself for a moment before she knew he was there licking them away like a dog. And she once more felt the weight of the laurel upon her head.

The days felt so numb... and at times she felt like a doll being preened over and kept clean and loved... but she felt so achingly lonely. Ever since Valdor had come into her life... everything went insane... suddenly the Inquisition was doing its best to interrogate politely ask her what was going on. Suddenly there were machinations that she wanted to be ignorant about thrust into her face... then the Enemy was moving around, as Valdor had told her about some of the things that attacked the ship. They knew he was guarding something... he swore he wouldn't let them get her Him.

Her last attempt to pull away to get away from the golden nightmare ended in so much death and it was all her fault. She wept again... and once again his tongue lapped up the tears. Time was a blur for her as she tried to stop eating but while it kept him at bay for some time... she should have remembered he wasn't fully against hurting her and the subtle threats he wove got her to eat once again....

She hardly noticed the change in room as Valdor shuffled her around again... but all she could do was look up at him pleadingly to not kill them... silently praying to the Throne that she wouldn't have to watch him butcher people who were simply trying to treat her as human because that is what she was! But time still blurred for her and she couldn't take it any more... the crushing silence he held only to hold her so devotingly and whisper such praises... perhaps that is why she turned so inwardly with her own fingers as company. And still he watches even as she finishes even as she licks her own fingers clean... she can't even feel something alone.

How long has it been? She wonders as she hardly leaves her room anymore and feels herself wilting as the thought of that... "Valdor." Her voice cracks from disuse and there he is.

"Yes my Emperor?" He says with that calm voice.

"I feel lonely." She admits letting the tears flow. When he kneels and leans in to lick up her tears once more she presses her mouth to his and pushes her tongue against his. "Please... Valdor... Please... I need." She begs as she wraps her arms around his neck not knowing exactly what she was begging for. Perhaps for something carnal... as she remembers when he first appeared she felt that lust as who wouldn't?

"What do you need of me my liege." She feels his breath against her cheek and ear as her mouth moves desperately against his chin and throat... eyes closed tight to not break the illusion of her not thrusting desire onto him.

"Please touch me." She mewls at him and once more feels his mouth against her own as she moans eagerly into his mouth. The tunic she had been given now coming into play as his warm finger just brushes against her sex. She jolts at the contact moaning as she feels the digit sinking into her.

Pulling open her top she plays with her own breasts just to feel something just to feel the high in this as she keeps her eyes closed or stealing timid glances... but his gaze at her is terrifying in a way... so overwhelming.

However the slow pumping of his digit wasn't doing enough for her right now. "Valdor please I need you." She whimpers rubbing a foot against his inner thigh trying to encourage a reaction from him as she looks up at him with those eyes.

The ghost of a smile on his lips as his eyes hold some predatory look in them... as if she was a rabbit caught in a trap, "My liege is in need and removing my armor will take time... let me please you now." He pulled his finger out and tasted it... she watched him close his eyes for a moment savoring it before leaning in and licking the lips...

His name was a ghost on her lips before she suddenly screamed it out as he dove in with a hunger that sent a jolt of life into her. Her thighs squeezing his head and her fingers gripping the dark hair of his mohawk. She didn't see or chose to ignore the way he watched her writhe against his mouth... the way his eyes focused on her own as they flashed a bright gold... each lick pouring life back into this shard of the Emperor that was becoming like tarnished gold... dull and lifeless.

His tongue cupped and pressed against her bud as he wrapped his dearest liege shard in the finest golden chains of his devotion... she craved such companionship... it was something he had to discourage at first as who else but a loyal servant could bring their liege such pleasure. His tongue moves deeper and she screams with such desperate pleasure, "Valdor! Valdor please! I'm so close!" She sobbed as her faithful servant held her thighs gently just watching her come undone with a final shriek.

He made sure not a drop of her was wasted... she flushed as she could hear the wetness of his licks and laps as he cleaned her with such devotion. He knew her routine having seen her with a paramour before he knew for certain she was his Beloved... it was all a bonding ritual that would bring him into their good graces again. The concern that entered her gold eyes... "Do you need to be taken care of?"

"Do not worry about me." He said watching her nod as she got as comfortable as she could to snuggle in the afterglow of that sensation. And as Valdor played his role in her post coitus bonding ritual he knew... he knew his Beloved shard would be less... and less... and less... and oh so very less likely to pull away from him again like they tried to.

[mod-doodles]

Two scenes that I’ve seen people dismiss outside of the season two sydcarmy holy trinity: the wall breakdown, the panic attack and the table (honourable mention - I’m saying goodnight).

1. Carmy licking his lips when Sydney walks out in the new chefs whites that HE got her.

After Carmy gifts Sydney this unexpected gift that we’ve all agreed costs upward of $1200, and what a grand gesture this is as we were made aware of the fact that Carmy and Sydney have deferred salaries during the renovation. Carmy is interrupted by Tina to sign off on something so we don’t get to have the moment where Sydney reacts to this gift; maybe she would have hugged him but we’ll never know. What we get two scenes later while they’re getting ready to open the restaurant doors: Sydney is summoned as she is now an unofficial member of the family. Camera pans to Carmy, Sydney walks into the room , Nat asks ‘ready’ and as Carmy is saying ‘it’s your ship now captain’ he looks at her in the Chefs Whites and licks his lips. (My little Sydcarmy heart screams)

All I’m saying is they could have shot that scene a million other ways if it wasn’t purposely done that way. Why did we have to get Carmy watching as Sydney enters the room in that specific way. Compounded with the convo they previously had come on!

2. Carmy sneak glance at Sydney post panic attack.

The panic attack occurs right after a lust filled night with his ‘girlfriend’. Thinking of the blue lust fest is the trigger that brings on the trauma that was ‘fishes’ and everyone is telling him that the relationship is a good thing. And as Claire’s song starts being audible we see Sydney walk into and back into this man’s life while hearing ‘these words you will be mine’, Sydney is affirming and calming him in this moment. So how many ever scenes later when he sees her next and he does that quick double glance what am I to think? Carmy’s double takes are literally one of the shows supporting cast and who does he do this with to confirm they aren’t a figment of his imagination?

I get that out of context these scenes may be easily dismissed that’s a given but in context of the preceding scenes that are directly connected its a neon lit sign saying ‘this is something’. Blissful ignorance I can accept but denial just doesn’t sit right.

Don’t know why I’m writing this here because the places I’ve seen this is TikTok 🙃.

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Sweet Release

✨SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE✨

Hey @h3apm3ch4n151m. Enjoy. ❤️

Warning(s): kiss, suffocation, the effects of the vacuum of space on the human body

So this is it.

Here you are.

Your ship, completely destroyed.

You, the only survivour of the destruction.

And now you wait for death. You float endlessly through space, your oxygen slowly running out.

There are many ways you could die here in deep space. You could be pulled into the gravity of a planet... or, god forbid, a star or black hole...

However, what seems most likely right now is suffocation. It will be slow and painful, but hey, so will every other death you could possibly have in this god-forsaken endless void...

...

Suddenly, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

It almost looks like... an eel, of some kind... or maybe a person... or maybe both...?

"Aaaahhh~ What a surprise this is~" A strange, almost ethereal voice calls out, presumably from that strange creature... "How strange, I don't see your kind thiiiiis deep very often~"

You freak out and reach to your waist for a weapon, but... unfortunately for you, all of the weapons were on the ship, and you didn't have any time to grab any... so, you just have to deal with whatever this thing chooses to do with you...

"A human, hm~? I wonder why you were so deep in my territory~" The creature giggles, and begins to wrap its body around you. "Mining operation to find stuff that doesn't exist on your planet~? Or maybe you were preparing for war, I've heard your kind really likes war~"

"Let go of me-!" You demand, wriggling in this creature's grasp.

"Please, we both know you're on the verge of death, so I have no reason to kill you~!" He pats you on the head. "So, you have absolutely noooo reason to worry about me doing anything to ya~"

"...so then, what do you want from me...?"

"I just want to talk to you, that's all! I don't get to talk to people like you very often, seeing as your kind live so far away from this area..." He sighs. "...not just your kind, practically no intelligent life lives out here, so I'm always so bored and hungry... aha, but now I have you to talk to~! My name's Floyd, by the way~! Tell me, why are you here? You didn't answer me earlier!!"

Well, he sure is persistent...

"If you really must know, my crew and I were searching for another habitable planet..."

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!" He bursts out in laughter, squeezing you a bit tighter with his long, slightly glowing tail. "Aaahh~ That's hilarious~ You're gonna die, and it will have been for nothing~"

"Huh-?"

"There aren't any habitable planets out here, none whatsoever~! Isn't that funny?? You were going in the complete wrong direction if you wanted somewhere to live~!" He finally stops laughing at you. "Say, Shrimpy, how many people were in that 'crew' of yours?"

"Shrimp-? N-never mind... whatever... anyways, there were..." You pause, thinking about everyone. All the people you knew on that ship, your friends, enemies, acquaintances... all of them, gone... "Including me... there were... 106 people on our ship..."

He begins to laugh again... a cruel, unending, boisterous laugh.

"S-sorry, sorry~ I hardly ever get to talk with people like you, and just... aaaah, it always surprises me how hilarious you are~ You're all so funny, and so pathetic, too~"

"Great, I get to be made fun of and laughed at in the last moments of my life..." You sigh. You're starting to feel the effects of your oxygen running out...

"Aw, sorry Shrimpy~ Tell ya what, I could make sure you have a nice time as you go out~" Floyd insists, moving so that you can see his face clearly.

"I highly doubt that you could give me a nice death..."

"We could kiss~" He licks his lips. "I could make sure it's really nice for ya! But... ehe, you have that stupid helmet in the way. Just take it off~"

"But... I-I'd die... horribly..."

"So? You're gonna die horribly anyways! Why not do this?? At least this'll be quick~"

Well, he does have a point...

This will probably be faster than suffocation...

"...alright then. Why not... I mean, not much else I can do..." You sigh, and bring you hands up to your head... are you really about to do this?

"Here, let me help ya~"

He places his hands on your helmet just as you do.

And then, the two of you pull it off of you.

You immediately feel the effects of the vacuum.

You feel like you're boiling alive, but it's freezing at the same time... your eyes feel like they're going to explode- no- it's your entire head...

Floyd presses his lips firmly onto yours.

You can practically feel the air being sucked right out of your lungs... soon, the deoxygenated blood will reach your brain... and then, you'll fall unconscious... and finally die...

Just twelve more seconds.

...

The kiss is amazing.

Strangely enough, it almost helps you forget about how much pain you're in.

And slowly, slowly, slowly...

You drift off into your eternal sleep.

...

...

...

...

"Shrimpy, wake upppp... I'm bored..."

You wake up on the floor of your boyfriend's dorm room.

"Agh, my head... what happened...?" You ask, rubbing the back of your head in pain.

"We fell asleep together watching a movie about space." Floyd tells you. "You must've fallen off the bed at some point, heh~"

"Oh... oh, I... I see..."

You stare up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking about that experience...

It was all... a dream.

...

Strange.

[blue-sadie]

Stuffed

Anakin Skywalker x Padowan Reader x Jake Sully

Summary: based off this post

Warning: forest sex, double penetration

Yn/3rd person pov

I watched carefully as my master and the chief jake sully conversed by the fire I didn't really like talking to strangers so I sat by myself on the edge of the crowd only greeting the few people who spoke to me as they passed.

I could feel my masters eyes gaze at me but whenever I try and catch them their already looking somewhere else.

My leg nervously tapped the ground as I looked between my master and the ship I didn't want to stay here any longer yes I loved the planet and its inhabitants I couldn't stand like feeling like an out cast.

Fuck it I rose to my feet and slowly started making my way to the ship I just want to relax for a few moments by myself "yn wait up" I huffed out I was so close.

"Yes master" I plastered a fake smile to my lips as I turned to him "come on a walk with him" he murmured and gestured for me to follow him I looked to where he and jake sat to find jake staring at me intently.

A small gasped escape my lips and I quickly followed anakin to get away from the crowd but as we walked in silence a small amount of blush dusted my cheeks.

It would be a lie if I didn't say the chief was handsome and quite smart and he always talked to me when I was kinda left out of conversations.

"Why did you want to go on a walk master" I asked walking a bit faster so I can stay by his side.

"I think we're gonna stay here for a few more days" he murmured making me groan loudly making him give me a shocked expression.

"Are you complaining" he grinned evily "no it's was a groan of excitement" I said sarcastically rolling my eyes as we came to a stop.

"Well I'll hope so" I tensed hearing jakes voice I watched from the corner of my eye as he approached us his hips swaying with each step.

I let out a sigh before turning back to anakin "is there something you need master" I asked staring at anakin my heart flattering as his usual smile turned into a seductive smirk.

"Oh there is alright" he walked towards me making me take a step back and gasped as he and jake caged me in between their bodies.

"M-master" I stuttered trying to push him away but he grabbed my hands and held them together tightly "just relax" he whispered before leaning down and kissed me.

I gripped his robes tightly as jake started to graze his hands along my body causing a trail goosebumps as he kissed my neck lightly "be a good girl for us" jake growled licking a long strip up my neck making me shiver.

Their hands started to tag off mine and their clothing leaving us bare in the cold they chuckled as I shivered more "keep close to us so we can keep you warm" anakin rasped and jake hummed in agreement his tail wrapping tightly around my thigh.

They gently guided us to the floor me still sandwiched between them their hands wondering all over me skin as their lips attached to each side of my neck.

"F-fuck" I whined squeezing my thighs together anakin saw this and his eyes darkened even more "i think she's ready" he growled forcing his hands between my thighs forcing them open.

I immediately hitched my breath as they stared down at my bare core I could almost sense them licking their lips jake chuckled closely in my ear "she always was".

He quickly moved closer behind me and used his cock to run up and down my slit becoming covered in my arousal "shit she's wet" he breathed deeply making anakin groan.

"Just stick it in her so I can to" he muttered before kissing my lips passionately using his tongue to push into my mouth muffling my moan as jake pushed himself in, my eyes rolled back he was so big.

"Fuck she's t-tight" he groaned moving his hands to hold my hips tightly, anakin pulled away from my lips "just wait intill I join you" he chuckled I wanted to whine and protest but he quickly pushed in.

I screamed out in pain at the stretch hot tears flowing down my cheeks "shh shh" they both cooed waiting for me to adjust to them "your being so good for us" jake said pushing a few strands of my hair out my face.

It took a few minutes for me to adjust but when I told them they went feral thrusting into me rough and fast I'm sure our moans and groans could be heard from the village but it was just to much.

"She feels so fucking good" anakin cursed and jake groaned loudly the sound skin slapping skin echoed through the woods their loud groans and pants filling my ears.

It felt so good and so right like I was ment to be here, my whines and crys were turning into moans of ecstasy and my mind was slowly becoming blank.

"Aww your such a cute girl" jake chuckled at my pleasured expression as he used one of his hands on my throat making me look back at him.

I started to clench around them as they praised me and I could feel myself getting closer "fuck she's tightening up" anakin growled out before he released inside me making me cum, his cum shooting inside.

Jake carried on for a few more thrusts before he too released inside me "fuck" he yelled out and they both watched in aww as their cum leaked out around their cocks.

"It looks like you got two masters now"

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@virgocathaunted @sweetirilly @erenjaegerwifee @neteyamyawne @greekgods15

[4pfsukuna]

Prof. Nanami puts his two smartest students together for a research project and you just can’t help teasing him…until he teases back.

Black coded reader, cause black af.mdni.

Tapping my long red french tips on the library table i let out another long sigh irritated with my (not chosen by me) partner.

We had been sitting here in silence a dimly lit corner in the back of the library our only exchange was “hey” so what could he possibly be typing.

“So i was thinking we could do our project on—“ i begin to speak taking my hand out of my leather jacket pocket only to be cut off by the dark eyed assailant. 

“No. I’ve already decided” he mutters out not moving his attention from the screen. Resting my chair forward so im no longer leaning i scrunch my nose.

“Theres no way you decided because i didn’t agree” and from the slight view i have of his face i can tell hes rolling his eyes.

This was exactly why i didn’t want to work with him… or anyone. He was quiet, closed off, known as a loner and had these deep dark eyes that felt like he was stairing into the pits of your soul.

“Are you going to do all the work?” I ask with a raised brow before noticing not once has he even looked at me. Pushing even more forward to see what he was typing im unaware of our proximity until i notice the slight red blush covering his cheeks right under the mark on his nose.

Ive completely invaded his space my boobs nearly pouring out of the top of my black crop top and im pressed completely onto his arm.

“Am i making you uncomfortable” i tease and i couldn't help it when you grow up with step brothers like Sukuna and Yuji (our dad wanting to step out of his marriage and explore with an american woman actually explore his kink for black women which in all actuality he had a poor taste in women their mothers who decided it was time for her to live her dreams so she just up and left and mine who shipped me off as soon as she had the birds and bees talk which is all irrelevant since choso is storming out of the library laptop in tow and the last thing i need is to fail this final paper.

Grabbing my oversized purse and slinging it over my shoulder i chase after him and catch him in the hall.

“Wait wait wait” i huff out of breath because these heels were not made for running and he turns around facing me with a bored expression, you wouldn’t even think i offended him.

“Alright that was completely inappropriate and i shouldn’t have joked like that, but i also don’t want to fail or push all the work on you. I want to work on this project together” i breathe out standing infront of him blocking his path but as large as he was compared to me im sure he could step over me if he seen fit.

“What makes you think i want to work with you” he bites out and i let out the arrogant smile that solidified i was Sakunas half sister.

“Do you actually think professor Namami would place  the smartest person in the class with a idiot and have them do all the work? Come on now its Nanami he would put his two smartest pupils together to challenge another and write a final paper hes actually happy to read” i say as if its common sense cause it is. 

Its NANAMI.

I watch the debate in his eyes as he thinks over what i just said before his shoulders drop in defeat. I grin widely sticking my hand out as a form of truce which he painfully takes.

I force myself to bite back the smirk at his clamy hands knowing it was all my doing and use the grip to yank him closer.

“And i would love if you could send me what you have so far so i can begin doing research” i utter lowly licking my lips watching his glare never falter almost as if he's painfully keeping his eyes avoiding my mouth before bidding him goodbye a devious plan forming in my head.

The next afternoon when we meet in the library i offer sweets from a local bakery as an official truce which i can hardly read his expression at.

“Im sorry now that i think about it you dont seem much of a sweets guy” i feel foolish of course he didnt like sweets— my train of thought is interupted by him picking up a creme filled chocolate pastry.

“Shouldnt judge a book by a cover, every smart person knows that” he quipps quickly and my lips twitch in a smile. Ah so he does bite back. 

“Did you call me dumb?” I scoff playfully dropping bait which he quickly takes.

“Does the shoe fit?” He bites back and when i dont respond only send a playful glare i watch as the corners of his lips twitch up feeling proud i could get a smile. “Come on show me your work” 

And we spend the next two hours talking theories and sharing ideas conspiring every concept as his long fingers type away my thoughts later to be put into essay format.

Its not long before he lets out a yawn breaking our silence and i look up at him noticing the bags forming under his eyes slowly being covered by his bangs.

He was actually begining to look disheveled. Two signature buns drooping from running his hands through them bangs more full from the pueces of his buns and the bored expression— actually that was very on brand for him.

“Come on let’s wrap up your tired” i say softly twirling a stand off his bangs around my finger and i knew it was when he was too tired to cover his blush he was exhausted. 

Yup, still got it.

He swats at my hand sending me a pointed look to which i innocently bat my eyes up at him from the seat next to him.

And thats how it goes for the next few weeks smart remarks met by his even more quick witted remarks sometimes followed by a half smirk, my harmless flirting/ teasing which i may have taken too far the day i rested my palm on his inner thigh and he flew out of his seat claiming he needed to use the bathroom only returning 10 minutes later saying he had to leave.

Or the day he asked me to proof read a page leaning away from his computer so i could take it instead i lean forward hand resting on his shoulder unaware just how close his face was to my—

Both occasions i had to bring apology pastries.

And the more time we spent together the more i learned about Choso. How smart he is, what makes him tick, his favorite foods, what makes him blush the way i thought he was a boob man but ive caught his gaze on my thighs several times and i may purpousely wear shorter skirts on days i know were going to be together.

Today was no exception.

The only thing i hadn’t planned on was the air conditioner being on full blast. Probably my karma from the universe wearing the tiniest of clothes to tease him.

“Oh no were going to have to finish another day its freezing in here” i shiver crossing my arms over another trying to huddle into myself for warmth. The black (extreme)  mini skirt with short sleeve white shirt that had bows tying the back together with Sukunas red varsity jacket was such a cute look until he realized i was wearing his jacket and took it . He was now my least favorite brother and yuuji was in the lead, which he typically always was given his competition.

“What?!” Choso nearly begins to foam at the mouth. “Its our last day and were so close to being done we can actually submit it now and im sure we would get an A still” he quickly rambles out dropping our stuff on the table we usually took up. The library was nearly empty so him being loud was no bother at all to anyone probably because most students didnt know where the library was.

“So submit it, I dont do the cold” i shrug ready to grab my bag when he begins taking off his jacket placing it on my shoulders pulling my hair from put under the collar and going to his work.

“Probelm solved, now sit” he bites put and id never seen this side of him but it was kind of a turn on and probably karma rearing her head into me again because through all the teasing i developed a tiny crush on Choso. Like tiny though.

Super tiny.

Extremely tiny.

So tiny i couldnt help but flirt with him every chance i had and notice all his favorite things and Damn did his jacket smell good.

So tiny i knew every detail of the scar on his face and how it swerves slight over the bridge of his nose not just cause it curves but—

Damn his jacket smelled… good wasnt a strong enough word. I was feeling intoxicated from how sensational his jacket smelled.

My crush was so tiny i made sure to bring his favorite pastries every tuesday and thursday because the way he smiled could brighten up my whole day.

My crush was so tiny i wasnt thinking about using my rose tonight to the smell of his jacket and the way he demanded me to sit down.

Imagine hearing that in the be—

Feeling a tight grip on my thigh my head snaps over to him and his eyes give me that bored yet slightly annoyed expression. 

“Stop fidgeting, its driving me insane and just let me finish typing the rest of what you wrote” he says like he cant wait to be done and i pout knowing this would be the last time we’d get to spend together. My crush would stay just that.

My eyes trail down noticing his buff arms veins sticking out something id never notice before. Has he always worked out. Going down even further i notice the silver rings spread across his fingers and almost choke.

I was going to need 10 minutes in the bathroom if he didnt move his iron grip. I just had one question.

“Have you ever fingered a girl with all your rings on?” I blurt… and this time it was a genuine mistake. Of all the shit ive said this was the one i completely wish i didnt.  I was actually okay with us never speaking again, Sukuna says we should never have shame but i bet he would never do something like that.

Ok yes he would.

“Do you want to be the first?” I hear and nearly fall off the table if it wasnt for his iron grip on my thigh. I thank God for my brown complexion because my cheeks feel hot and I’m lost for words completely. Its when he begins to chuckle that i realize he was just giving me a taste of my own medicine. The weeks of comments and sexual innuendos id thrown at him and couldn’t handle one.

I feel the proud smile grow on my face and unknowingly squeeze my thighs together slightly squirming the idea still playing in my mind. 

“What if i said yes” i retort watching as he becomes flustered and that adorable blush comes back to his cheeks.

“Would it make you stop… moving your thighs so much” he struggles his hand moving to my other thigh squeezing  and i grin knowing he had a thing for them and he can no longer hold back. His eyes meet mine until i lean forward placing a few soft kisses on his lips.

“Promise”

Ok that was a lie. It was all a lie.

Sitting on his right leg, my back pressed up against his chest and 2 of his fingers buried inside me the squirming absolutely hasn't stopped but it doesn't seem to affect him one bit as he edits the last bits of parts i wrote for our project.

“This is so good sweetheart, how about a third finger?” He ask rhetorically lips brushing against my ear and i'm so close to cumming at Dom!Choso cause whewwwww what a turn on. He curls his two fingers up as if he’s trying to pull the orgasm from inside of me and my legs clench together trying not to make too much of a mess.

He chuckles right against my ear and I'm losing myself at the stimulation, Biting my lip as he uses a third finger on my clit. My vision begins to blur and I feel myself about to cum for a second time.

“Look at you trying so hard to hold back those gorgeous moans after you spent the past month teasing me, fucking with me… mmm so wet” he groans in my ear spreading my lips causing the squelching sound to be louder. His fingers brush a particular spot deep in my core making me fall apart as I bite my lip harder cherry lip gloss mixing with the iron taste of blood.

“I love every little sound you make Why try and hide it from me, would you really deny me?” He kisses up my neck using his other hand to pull my bottom lip from my mouth releasing a string of curses, his fingers never stopping their exploration of my walls.

He did show mercy, slowing down other hand snaking up my shirt cupping a boob until his fingers found my nipple. 

“You're so wet for me… just me” he groans his teeth leaving marks down my neck to my shoulder and the idea of him being slightly possessive wanting to mark me so everyone knew i was his? My insides clench and he hums at the feeling.

His fingers pick up the pace once more and I have to close my eyes to hold on to every drop of restraint I have left between the way his fingers are moving expertly inside of me, the contrast of his warm hands to the cold rings on his fingers. I could stay here forever, one hand clutching his bicep the other on his thigh.

“Ch-choso i—mmmmm” i try to get out feeling my hips have a mind of their own grinding down on his fingers needily unaware of how he had me completely wrapped around them. He bites onto my neck and my release follows earning a groan from him as im left panting in his lap. What i dont expect to hear is the wet sound of him licking each of his fingers and the sight has me wet all over again my heart racing.

He chuckles pulling my chin toward him as he places his lips on mine i instantly kiss back gently sucking on his bottom lip earning a groan from him. He doesnt hesitate as his hands rub my thighs gripping and squeezing our tongues dancing together until he slowly pulls away lips and cheeks both red. 

“Lets go” i murmur placing another soft kiss on his lips only to receive a confused look.

“Yuji and Sukuna both are going to a party so they wont be back until 7am… i have a free house where i dont have to worry about being quiet”

[infinite-orangepeel]

✨steddie ficlet: switchy energy, eddie tops then steve does, boys in love and filthy about it, face slapping, choking, religious imagery, daddy kink, breeding kink, pet play, brief reference to somnophilia, dacryphilia

eddie munson fucks like he’s reconciling with tragedy, has something septic and lethal clawing it’s way out of his ribs, and needs to beat the odds before doomsday arrives.

his touch is quick. hot. fervent and skimming—reading between the lines so he can drag steve straight to the end with him.

there is no sanctity about the beginning or middle. everything made there is a blur of sticky heat and noise. slicking off their writhing bodies like midsummer rain.

hipbones jagged. ink infecting every available inch of his skin. eddie’s thrusts are punishing. his moans knock the wind from steve’s lungs.

there is a rapid pulse, brief reprise, and the desperate need to be the concrete vessel for each other’s pain and pleasure.

slaps followed by a dirty kiss. gnawing lips. sucking marrow. red everywhere in the dim light of the room.

they dig their hearts out to present as gifts. small thanks for a lifetime of whatever this is. filthy. lovely. reciprocal confessions kept behind teeth.

they touch each other and the world is remade.

“daddy’s little toy,” eddie growls into steve’s ear; biting, licking, choking, and bruising as he grinds impossibly deeper into a place no one else has ever been, “gonna fuck you so dumb you forget your own name, baby. gonna fuck you so dumb, you only remember mine.”

it’s ravenous. starvation. pulling hair. salted tears. lighting matches. naked truth and a reckless fire that burns from within. annihilates everything in its path.

hand in hand; they break flesh only to repair it under the influence of divine creation.

body to body.

face to face.

heart to heart.

violet stains across their skin. graciously erasing the damages done by those who were too afraid to love them back.

“i love you. i’d kill for you.”

steve’s voice bubbles up to the surface like cheap jewelry tossed into the river at the conclusion of a tired romance.

“there’s a monster in you, isn’t there, baby boy?”

“yes,” steve utters like a devestatimg hymn, “and there’s one in you. in your heart. next to mine. vicious and beautiful.”

eddie’s strong. dominant. hands locked into place on steve’s slender waist like it’s life or death or something greater. beyond him. beyond them. hold tight or die trying.

“i love you and your violent teeth. i love you and your bitchy attitude—all the terrible extremes you’re capable of,” eddie’s breath hitches, but his hands never falter as he fucks him harder, “slap me hard, baby boy—fuck—i’m yours. make it so no one else ever wonders if they can have me.”

“they can’t,” steve whimpers brokenly as he slaps eddie across the face with the utmost adoration, “i’d ruin anyone who tried—fuck—you feel so good, daddy.”

when they switch positions, it’s steve’s knees failing to uphold their promise. collapsing face down into sweat, musk, the stained pillowcase, and abundant sensation.

trembling. shaking. pathetic.

drifting off into lust and want and worship.

babbling ‘more,’ ‘harder,’ ‘faster,’ ‘please, sir;’ like those are the only words he knows.

but, no matter how low he gets, no matter how far he slips—steve will not break.

eddie won’t let him.

eddie will sink his own ship, decimate the grounds, throw himself overboard, before he ever lets steve fade to black.

it’s a cruel love.

damned. perfect. edging sin and purity at the same time.

taking them to the brink and yanking the chain back at the final moment.

letting everything oxidize for longer than is ever necessary. torture. agony. young love.

poetry in the making.

“dumb puppy,” eddie berates, grazing a soothing hand over steve’s reddened ass—spanked ruthlessly by the man he loves, “rutt against the bed—rub yourself raw. that’s it—good boy. perfect boy. best boy for daddy. like you dirty. like you messy. so pretty.”

eddie pours salt into steve’s wounds, laughs giddily at his groans, licks them clean. starts again. pretends.

kisses scars and smirks as he bites down on the constellations covering steve’s back.

breaking apart the universe in his mouth like a confectionary gobstopper. shattered into shrapnel. slack at the tease of thick fingers wrapping around his throat.

nothing will ever be the same and he likes it that way.

“daddy, ‘s so good—wanna be your slut forever. would let you use me in my sleep—trust you—love you—need you—“

steve sobs into damp sheets. fucks his ass back onto eddie’s cock. tastes heat and pennies and holy worship on his lolling tongue.

brave boy takes whatever’s given to him. a beating, fist in his ass, teeth to his jugular, cock spurting load after load into his puffy hole. accepts it all with thanks and gratitude and brown eyes as dark and muse-worthy as the midnight sky.

“cumming inside you, pup. gonna fill you until your tummy’s fat and pregnant. gonna make it take this time. promise.”

eddie links their pinkies next to steve’s head on the mattress—the old thing creaks. smacks into the wall. calls out to neighbors and friends and pedestrians that this is where love is being born and made.

raw. wet. obscene and borderline criminal if you were to walk in at precisely the wrong moment.

make no mistake.

this is heaven. this is where they belong.

paradisium. the end all be all. nothing compares. rose colored glasses stay on for the show and ever after. they are blind to any other possibility. bravely human in the midst of something distinctly wild.

“i’m a mommy,” steve laughs deliriously when eddie cums with a roaring moan and a chorus of sweet declarations to his boy, “i’m a mommy. mommy. mommy. gonna get all round so quick—everyone’s gonna know. i’m gonna be beautiful.”

when steve cums it’s quieter. tangled up in innocent delusion and blushing fantasy—he sees stars in the familiar trap of eddie’s fist. stroking. bleating. aching as his balls tighten up and his head feels featherlight as if full of gossamer fabric.

release is near silent. choked out. eddie laps at his stomach in the aftermath. dips the tip of his tongue in his bellybutton. sparks tears of joy and sighs into his neck where he nuzzles and praises the love of his life for every good deed he’s ever done.

and the bad ones, too.

in the bath.

later.

they share dreams. touch for a second time. slow and easy. fingers caressing tender spots and pushing love into each other where it’s needed.

steve with his legs spread wide. eddie moving up and down with a gentle rhythm. rocking his hips to the beat of steve harrington’s golden heart. spit. bubbles. cum. water that finally runs cold.

“i wish i could live inside you,” eddie whispers when it’s over.

“you already do.”

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[fairyprey]

churned girl meat - day 2

Lana was traversing the mountains, seeking for shelter days after the Voradiation, as others were calling it, hit all life on Earth. A few of her friends had been turned into various sizes, however she only shrunk to be barely 5ft tall. Survival for her was more in her favor if she didn’t have the pleasure of running into a bumbling man or giant. It was unknown the effects it had on the men besides making them much more hungrier than usual.

As Lana’s feet crunched against the dying flowers tucked into the wilderness, she witnessed dispersed clothing on the ground, covered in holes and slime, the last sign of a girl’s existence now if she had the privilege of getting her clothes burped out. It was a further reminder of the new class of societies: Male predators and Female prey. Whatever was in that ship, it turned the world that Lana knew it upside down.

Ahead of her, the girl saw a cabin. There were no signs of life there and if there were, they might have been turned into pudge by now. Though it seemed like a bad idea, going there now was better than being out in the open with a chance of turning into a meal. Lana trekked across the flowers to the wooden cabin; there had been stairs leading up to the rickety door that had a metal handle to it. It was calling to her for her to open.

Her feet took her up the stairs and to the door that was beckoning to be opened. Lana’s hand brushed across the handle and opened it, gaining a small view of the cabin before dropping down into the basement, from a floorboard that gave into weight and swiveled around after.

It must have been a trap… And she was damn well mad at herself that she didn’t see it sooner.

Lana’s knees bruised when she fell into a tall, triangular cage that kept her within. The basement had looked like what a cabin living room would look like to the average person; a lit fireplace, a comfortable reclining chair, and other stuff she couldn’t see due to how dark it appeared to her. The chair swiveled around, revealing a 6’3” man with messy, golden blond hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and freckles across his nose. The look on his face said enough to her. He was up to no good and she was about to find out soon.

A small sounding chuckle erupted from his mouth as he got up, taking his sweet time to come up to her. Lana’s ears heard some sniffs coming from him as well; he must’ve smelled her scent from miles away due to the way he had been looking at her. You know how a crocodile looks at its prey before striking? This was him, except he was said crocodile and Lana was the prey meant to feed and fill his belly. “Well, well, well, now what tasty morsel do we have here?” The man said, his tongue snaking out of his mouth to lick his lips. “My name’s Stanford. I would ask for your name, but I think I’m just gonna call you mine, sweets.”

Stanford eyed Lana, his eyes roaming her tan body that had some curves to it. The shorts she’d been wearing were definitely riding up her. They showed the dips of dimples of cellulite that trailed from her thighs to her plump ass. In his predatory eyes, each of those held centers of flavor for him to lather in saliva and lick endlessly. In fact, he had to look away because he wanted to cherish his food. Stanford didn’t wanna spoil his dinner so soon.

As much as he wanted to gaze at her delicious form, he preferred that his mouth do the exploring. His fingers reached out and stroked the iron bars of the triangular cage that trapped the woman. The muscle in his mouth moved in desperation to finally taste his meal, water from the salivary glands rushing out and gulping down the excess. Stanford was thinking about the potential flavors that coaxed her being. Who knew how long she’d been out in the mountains. The sweat could’ve seasoned her with a salty taste, or the bath wash Lana used could’ve made her taste sickeningly sweet. The possibilities were endless.

Stanford’s fingers tugged the cage open, gaining access to Lana. And like a scared fawn to a hungry fox, she froze. Prior to any of the accidents, she surely would’ve been throwing hands to escape. But her and countless others body chemistry had permanently altered to an unrecoverable state.

Due to Lana’s frozen state, Stanford had free reign to do whatever he wanted to the woman so short, she only reached his shoulders. “Stand up, food.”

Lana did as asked by the man and stood up, her green eyes meeting his brown. In her frozen state, she took a good look at him once again and processed the fact that she wouldn’t be surviving this encounter. It would have eventually caught up to her sooner than later. I mean, how many men could resist such a delectable looking meal like her? And Stanford would make sure to put her bundles of calories to good use. Speaking of calories, his stomach let out a low growl. It was desperate to be filled after being without food for only 8 hours. The catch Stanford had yesterday couldn’t compare to Lana and his belly only confirmed his thoughts. A smirk tugged at his lips and he grabbed the back of her head, shoving it against the growling organ. GLLLRRRGGGGGGG

“You hear that dear? Listen closely…” The chamber let out another growl, the walls of the stomach shaking. It sensed the girl outside it and wanted to let Lana know how much it wanted her inside. It yelled a few more times and the growls vibrated against her soft face. “You’re gonna add to my belly quite nicely. All that meat of yours is gonna get churned, pumped through my intestines, and become fat for me to absorb onto my stomach. That’s your purpose, right dear?” Stanford taunted the poor girl.

Lana nodded, agreeing with the sentiments made by the handsome man that was her predator. He chuckled darkly and licked his lips, preparing to devour her and deliver to his gut. Stanford wrapped his rather large hands around her waist, easily lifting her up and holding her close to his face. Despite their not-so-drastic size difference, he wouldn’t let that stop him from tasting her before shoving her into his mouth. Stanford’s tongue slipped out of his saliva filled mouth and dragged itself over her warm cheeks were coated in freckles. The first flavor he was met with was like a nicely seasoned meat that had been topped with salt. Sounds of pleasure left his mouth at the delectable taste and he just had to have more. The tongue snaked across the rest of her face, gaining much more flavor to soak into his sensitive taste buds that felt like small bumps to her.

He pulled away and licked his lips one last time and gazed at her wet face. “I would love to taste you more, my delicious meat, but I prefer you being in me. Say goodbye to your life, toots. Not like it was worth much.”

Stanford chuckled and unhinged his jaws, shoving Lana’s head in his mouth. All she could do was helplessly blink and surrender to the devouring of her. His tongue moved underneath her face and once again, tasted and slobbered all over it. He was acting cruel to make the process worse for her and even greater for him. Her head was hefted up to the roof of his mouth and sucked on. All Stanford wanted to do was take all the flavor from her as he could before swallowing her. The tongue also licked the black ringlets of hair on her head that tasted like butter to him, another flavor that enhanced the savoriness Lana. He began moving his jaw, smacking her around in there with his mouth and drew her closer to the back of his throat. He sucked on her head one last time before swallowing it, depositing it into the tight throat that seeked to drag her down. Stanford hummed around her body as the gulp brought in her chest that quickly got attention from his tongue. The thick muscle prodded it perversely, taking pleasure of licking the areola around her nipples and flicking it with his tongue. With each lick, it had been like her taste became better. Stanford hoped that every future meal after this didn’t disappoint. His teeth came down and lightly grazed against her upper back, lightly chewing. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a few white marks or bruising. He would lie if he said he didn’t derive pleasure from dehumanizing Lana like this. Treating her like food was something so pleasing to him and he almost didn’t want it to end, but hunger called. After teasing the chest once more, he swallowed it down, letting the throat constrict the rest of the upper body that joined Lana in his throat. She squirmed as if it were instinct and struggled in the fleshy tube. The squirming got worse now that Stanford was at her lower body. She felt his tongue lick at her ass and thighs, shoving the tip of it into the bunches of cellulite that were bursts of flavor to him. His mouth moaned in pleasure and he ignored his want to tease her pussy, instead just swallowing that part of her body down until it was just her feet in there. With the additional swallow, her head and chest had met their end: the stomach. Whilst Stanford was busy tasting and indulging in his feed of her, the stomach had greeted her with a loud grumble that loosened some of herself from the throat. In response to hearing his tummy, he swallowed the rest of Lana. Soon enough, her whole body joined the wet, growling chamber. It soon grew tight before… BRUUUUAPPPPPPPP

Stanford let out the gas out of his mouth before patting his tummy, rubbing over the stretched organ that laid his meal, “Oh, darling! You tasted absolutely delectable! Thanks for the free meal,” His hands traced the outlines she made, “Now if you don’t mind me, I’m gonna make you into fat. Enjoy your trip through my intestines. I surely will..” He let out a dark chuckle as the stomach roared. It was now beginning to prepare to digest the woman who was prisoner to it. The wrinkly walls waved against her skin, leaking acid from them. If it was burning, she didn’t feel it. She wasn’t sure why but maybe it was due to the radiation altering her DNA once more. It simply reminded her of her only purpose and ending now: food. Lana soon was being melted by the bubbly acid that gave off smokes of heat. The liquid was melting her meat straight off the bones, falling off like it held no weight to it before. It was doing its job to digest and tear every molecule from its holding to the other. The muscles, tendons, skin, bones, and all. She was only there to serve the man’s body and hunger. Lana was conscious during most of it until her head was being digested. She said goodbye to the world as she was made into a nutritious sludge. From the outside. Stanford was burping up a storm as his stomach rumbled once again. The once mass of meat in his stomach grew softer with each growl and gurgle emitted from it. He chuckled and patted his tummy, hearing the sloshing of the once beautiful girl turned into a mass of liquid.

Lana’s remains slipped into his small intestines, getting squeezed and absorbed by his body. As the hours passed by, his stomach grew in size with each pump of meat getting turned into fat for his tummy. With one last…

GURGGLEEEEE~

Lana was no more. Instead, just the additional skin to Stanford’s tummy and energy. He’d been pleased and laid down in his chair, falling asleep and rubbing his squishy gut.

[artsy0wl]

Sweet Little Thing (Mysteriousstoneshipping VoloxJacq Fic)

A little something for this ship. A touch of fluff while I think about possible angst fics.

“And that is how you know your Arcanine trusts you.”

Kids gravitated towards Arcanine as he rolled around on the grass. A lesson on Pokémon behavior and how to recognize trust sounded like a simple enough topic. And with Arcanine being a pretty lax and friendly Pokémon, he was the perfect practice.

“He’s so soft.” A girl stated while petting Arcanine.

“That he is.” Jacq agreed. “He loves bath time. So much so that he’ll play around and get messy every time a storm rolls through.”

“But I thought Fire types hate water.” A boy chimed in.

“They do,” Jacq confirmed, “but primarily in battle. Even big, strong Fire types get thirsty and need water. And sometimes, they need to get clean. For example, a Flareon’s coat needs to be brushed and maintained to keep its coat fluffy. So they need to be lightly bathed and groomed. On the flip side, it’s a known fact that you shouldn’t douse a Charmander’s tail in water because it would have life threatening effects. It’s all about the Pokémon and their limits. This fella,” Jacq gestured to Arcanine, “just likes getting spruced up every now and then.”

Arcanine’s tail wagged steadily and joyously as he rolled onto his stomach, knocking Jacq over in the process. As the kids giggled at his fall, Jacq sat beside him. Softly nudging his head against Jacq’s, Arcanine apologized then proceeded to stand up.

“I can’t stay mad at you.” Jacq chuckled as he pulled himself up. He ran his hands through Arcanine’s fur, ruffling it as the sound of a bell chimed. “That’ll conclude today’s lesson.”

As he watched the kids leave, Jacq’s arm rested on Arcanine’s back and gently brushed through his fur. He commended Arcanine for his patience, knowing that it took a lot of energy to keep up with the kids. Pulling out a Tamato Berry, he offered it to Arcanine, who devoured it in seconds.

“Boo!”

Jacq yelped, jumping forward. Turning around, he sighed once he realized who snuck up on him. Volo chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

“Sorry for startling you. I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s okay.” Jacq assured.

Smirking, Volo approached him. “Your lessons are intriguing. Simple yet engaging.”

“If it helps them understand things better, I’m okay with keeping it simple.” Jacq chuckled. “I’d be a terrible teacher if I didn't help my students.”

“Perhaps,” Volo shrugged, “but I refuse to believe that such a well informed and charming man could ever be ‘bad’.”

Jacq’s face turned red as he chuckled. He tried yo cover it to the best of his ability, a little embarrassed by his reaction. Volo, in response, chuckled, as he closed the gap between them even more.

Arcanine let out a curious growl as his eyes focused on Volo. He stood by Jacq, his tail drooping low as his head followed suit. It caught Jacq’s attention as curiosity and confusion arose.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Jacq assured, patting Arcanine’s head. “Volo’s a friend, remember?”

His tail flicked as Arcanine continued to focus on Volo. Scratching the back of his ear, Jacq tried to soothe the canine. But when his stance did not falter, Jacq decided to recall Arcanine.

“I’m sorry about that.” Jacq apologized, shaking his head. “Arcanine’s not usually like that.”

“It’s okay. Mine’s like that too.” Volo shrugged. “She’s very protective.”

Silver eyes lit up. “You have an Arcanine?”

“Of course.”

Pulling out a Pokéball, Volo released his Pokémon. An Arcanine emerge from it, dark fur dancing as she shook her fur out and stretched. Her ears twitched and flicked as her tail followed suit. Looking at Jacq, Arcanine’s head tilted slightly before approaching Jacq.

Jacq, all the while, kept his posture calm as Arcanine started sniffing him. Holding his hand beneath Arcanine’s head, Jacq let him sniff it. Once the Arcanine finished her inspection, her cloudy tail excitedly wagged as she licked Jacq. Jacq chuckled, petting Arcanine. A soft smirk escaped Volo as he watched the display.

“She is from Hisui,” Volo admitted, “or Sinnoh before it was officially called such. So, as I’m sure you’re well aware, her temperament isn’t identical to his Kantonian counterpart.”

“All too well.” Jacq confirmed as Volo’s Arcanine licked his face. “They’ll have different needs based on their physiology and typing. And, based on their environment, they’ve adapted to deal with it and its threats. However,” he ruffled the fur on Arcanine’s head, “I’ve also learned that they share some baseline traits.”

“Oh?”

“My colleague, for instance, works with Kantonian, Alolan, and Galarian Meowth. The Alolan Meowth tend to prefer sweeter treats and like to go swimming. The Galarian ones are mischievous and adventurous, and have a completely different evolution that has very different needs compared to Persian. While the Kantonian Meowth tend to be loyal, but easy to anger. However, regardless of region, wild Meowth usually travel in packs and seldomly mate for life. Of course, there will be exception, but those are the more common factors.

“Arcanine are the same way.” Jacq held Arcanine’s face, cooing. “They may have their differences, but they are loyal and good judge of character.”

Arcanine nudged Jacq, rubbing her head against Jacq. Jacq continued to praise her as Jacq studied Arcanine. Jacq was so engrossed in the Pokémon that he didn’t notice Volo closing in on him.

Volo put a hand on Jacq’s shoulder. “You’re so sweet.”

Startled, Jacq’s face turned red. “Oh… uh… I… uh…”

“So sweet it’s downright adorable.” Hands clamped on the sides of Jacq’s face. “Although, I think your assessment on Alolan Meowth is a little faulty.”

“Oh?”

“They aren’t the only ones who enjoy a little sweet treat.”

Jacq’s head tilted slightly, curious. Before he could inquire about it, he was brought in for a kiss. His eyes widened as his arms floated to his side. When he released Jacq, one of Volo’s hands held the back of Jacq’s head as the other wrapped around his waist. He snickered as Jacq was speechless and red in the face.

“I think you can be trusted. Maybe.”

Pulling Jacq back, he hugged him. Lost in thought, Volo mentally noted how naïve Jacq. How easy to use he could be. But if Arcanine was willing to trust him, maybe, just maybe, Jacq could be trusted.

[supernaturalgirl20]

Marry me?

Pairings: Javier Pena x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of sex, mentions of a breeding kink. I think that’s it 😊

Summary: Javier Peña’s wedding day. (Set in the Love Me or Leave Me universe) which I will get back to.

A/N: I saw this gif and was inspired. Just a lil something small to break from kinktober 💕 also this gif isn’t mine so if you know who made it…hit me up and I’ll tag you. 🥰

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

The sound of your heels echo off the tiled floor alerting Javi to your presence. He turns slightly and then does a double take, eyes wide as he takes you in. The long white satin dress, hugging your curves in all the right places. Connie had helped with hair - which was curled loosely over your shoulders - and makeup.

“You look….beautiful, mi amor. Fuck, I’m a lucky man,” Javi breathed out as he pulled you close and touched his lips to yours softly. Deciding to be cheeky you lick along his bottom lip and he moans into your mouth, his grip on you tightening.

“Can’t you two at least wait until you're back at the hotel? Ow!” Steve shouts as he gets nudged in the ribs by Connie. Javi pulls away but keeps his arm firmly around your waist as he smiles back at his friend.

“Thought you might want a show. See how it’s really done, amigo.”

“I’m gonna let that one slide since it’s your wedding day and all. Now, come on you two. Let’s get the show on the road.” Javi smiles brightly down at you, happiness radiating off him. “Ready to become Mrs Pena?”

“As I’ll ever be.” He kisses you again - just a quick peck on the lips. “Think your Pops will be mad at us for this?”

Javi shakes his head. “Nah, he’s more interested in us giving him grandbabies.”

“Oh no. Hold on, who said anything about babies?” You stare up at the now retired DEA agent. The man who’s become everything to you with a cheeky smile. “You don’t want to have my babies, mi amor?” One of his eyebrows is raised as he smiles down at you. Both arms sliding around you again. His eyes roam your face before he stares into your eyes. “Maybe I need to convince you then.”

“And how are you gonna do that, Mr Pena?”

“Can think of a few ways.”

“Hmm. I’m sure you can.” Leaning up a little you brush your lips against his ear. “Better marry me first then if you wanna make me your baby mama.”

He growls low, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh of your sides. “When I get you back to that hotel room, mi amor. I’m not letting you leave until I’m sure I’ve bred you.”

“You better not. Now come on and wife me up, agent Pena.”

“With pleasure.”

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[queenofyumcha]

excerpt from 'take heart, beloved'

CW// unhealthy relationships

Ship in this excerpt - Geralt/Duny

-/-

Emhyr can feel himself growing attached.

It is inadvisable to grow fond of a man whose place in the court's hierarchy is even lower than yours, even less certain. And yet, here he is. The Witcher, in his quarters far later than is appropriate, at a time when he ought to be gracing his wife's bed. He cannot help it, that is the lie he tells himself. It is odd, in a court full of nobles, that by far the kindest man is here, by his side. A monster-hunter, kinder and more accepting than any lordling.

The fire is dying low in the hearth, but a gesture from Geralt and the flames leap up again, licking ferociously at the barrier that prevents them from spilling forth and burning all that they can reach. Geralt's thigh pressed next to his, they sit side by side, with an intimacy that is- damning, should anyone see them.

"Why do you stay, Geralt?"

He's uncertain he meant to say anything at all. Perhaps it was whimsy that pulled those words forth, as he sits warm from the fire that had never brought comfort to these cold rooms before. Perhaps it is Geralt's company that warms him and not the fire, perhaps it's merely that he's cheered from the good company- perhaps that is why he asks.

Say you stay for me.

Say you stay because you cannot bear the thought of leaving me. I care not if it is a lie- if you must lie, tell me a comforting one.

He gestures, flippant and casual, and he knows the wine has softened him. "I know this child is, by law, and by destiny's hand, as much yours as they are mine, but I did not think Witcher's wished for children."

"It is a tradition for Witcher's to claim the Law of Surprise when asking for a reward. Children... are often the desired outcome."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"...You know many things, Duny, but not this?"

"One cannot know everything, Witcher, but I am flattered you think so highly of me."

The Witcher laughs, the sort that is startled out of you- an honest, sudden burst of mirth. It is a sound that brings Emhyr a soft sort of joy, the kind that emanates heat, the kind that makes its home in his chest.

He wants to hold that emotion close and never let go.

What he would do, what he would endure, if only to be able to feel that joy for the rest of his life-

"I do."

Geralt smiles, settling back against the cushions.

"Think highly of you, that is."

Emhyr looks at him in askance, measures the width of Geralt's smile, scans his cat eyes for dishonesty, and searches for anything, anything at all that will discourage him from the foolishness of what it is he wants to do. He finds nothing and cannot be disappointed with it.

He places his hand on Geralt's thigh, too high up, too intimate for it to be mistaken as anything other than what it is.

A proposition.

When Emhyr cups his face and kisses him, Geralt stiffens beneath him, all of sudden tense and still where he was once passionate and eager.

Emhyr has misstepped and he backtracks to apologise, uneasy in foreign territory. Geralt catches him by the wrist before he can fully retreat, pulls him close with a shuddering breath exhaled and Emhyr automatically feels himself run through the location of each and every weapon he has secreted away in his quarters.

The Witcher is not violent, does not press his advantage now that he has it, and has Emhyr braced against his chest. At this range, there is little he could do to defend himself, even if he had a dagger in hand. Emhyr knows that if the other man wanted to, he could snap his neck with little effort. He can feel it now, the power in the arm that holds him close.

But Geralt looks at him with something like startled pleasure- disbelief.

Geralt allows him to reposition them as he pleases, and allows him to touch and take as he pleases. As long as he keeps touching Geralt with care, with tenderness, his touches soft, affectionate, like those of a lover, the other man lies there and allows him anything. Emhyr kisses his brow and watches the Witcher melt beneath him, so used to cruelty that a dash of kindness is enough to undo him.

He pities Geralt. He is not used to pitying others, but that a single gentle touch could undo this man?

How cruel the world must have been to you, for you to see these acts of manipulation as kindness.

It will take years for Emhyr to remember these thoughts. It will take decades for Emhyr to realise he should have pitied them both.

Geralt must know that these touches are lies. Kind lies, tender lies, comforting lies-

But lies nonetheless.

They lie side by side, entwined in an embrace of lies.

[coridallasmultipass]

brocal for the ship bingo?

The OTP to end all other OTPs... (Man. This wound up being basically Cori's Masterpost of BroCal. AKA... this got long and has some images, since I realized I can post my own art directly instead of just a text link to it lol.)

Wasn't actually expecting this to wind up with a bingo? But I got basically 2?? (Will explain the lighter heart later.) This is A LONG post, and definitely gonna get SUGGESTIVE, bc man, am I obSESSED with BroCal. I'm just gonna go thru each checked box, since I don't know how else to structure this post lol.

Read More to save ppl's dashboards:

I want them to make out with blood: OKAY. I HAVE A WHOLE THING PLANNED FOR THIS CONCEPT. I AM NOT GOING TO GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT IT JUST YET BC I ACTUALLY WANNA WRITE IT. I'm obsessed with this one fanart of Bro licking Lil Cal, and it spurred on an idea I outlined and really wanna write: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/739969858334294016/hiiii-mutual-i-am-secrecy-asking-if-u-have-anymore

((Sorry for the plain text links, Tumblr app is NOT cooperating with me right now to add hyperlinks. I'd post the image directly if that one was mine.))

Basically, I just really need to see Bro and Cal making out with blood in their mouths, and I started a whole convoluted, unrelated outline in order to make that hapen. It'll probably just be a really short thing that ends at the uh climax, since otherwise it's gonna end up sadstuck. And I don't like sadstuck lol.

Undeniably t4t: Bro and Dirk are always trans for me, and Lil Cal's got that uh... what percentage did I calculate it out to be? 13% of Dirk is in Lil Cal [ My shitpost calculations: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/746702663327072256/i-ran-out-of-tags-rambling-about-this-so-im-just ] so Lil Cal is at least 13% trans because of that much of Dirk being in him, plus however you feel about the other components being trans. LMAO this is ridiculous to type out. Moving on.

EDIT: FUTURE CORI INTERJECTING WITH A:

"Lil Cal Top Surgery Healing Progess: Day 1"

Terrible for each other affectionate/derogatory: I don't even know where the affectionate/derogatory split occurs. I multiship BroCal as both Bro/normal puppet Lil Cal and as Bro/evil juju puppet Lil Cal, and whatever combination in between or outside of that. Terrible in that Bro is so obsessed with Cal that he doesn't have normal relationship/social skills and uses Lil Cal as both a crutch and motivator alternately, in a terrible cycle, or maybe rather... spiral. And also terrible in that Bro is caught in the allure of playing the role of puppeteer while also being a puppet for the darker parts of Lil Cal, whether he actively knows it or not. (Honestly though, I feel like it's dismissive if you try to blame all of Bro's faults on Lil Cal like this tho, which is why I tend towards liking Lil Cal as just a regular puppet a lil bit more. Or at least, a regular mildly supernatural puppet since that can be a little more entertaining if Cal can get into mischief while no one's looking or give off the vibes of his mood more directly, rather than like entirely inanimate or 'just LE, trapped in a puppet body.' Again, I like all of these concepts.) ((I mean that can also be a whole post of its own, like, by the time Bro gets ahold of Lil Cal, are any of the other components still alive in there? Like, are ARquius and Gamzee still in there or did Caliborn kill and consume them entirely? Idk how it works, man. This is why I like Lil Cal as his own person, maybe just influenced by the feelings of the others. LaCroix: CalGamARquius essenced water. Lil Croix.))

They need to get weirder with it: YES YES. 1000% YES. I need entirely shameless Bro doing entirely shamless things to Lil Cal. I want them inseparable and doing unspeakable things to each other. I want Bro taking full advantage of Cal having a puppet body and all the intimacy that comes with making repairs and being elbow-deep in stuffing.

Playing with them like dolls cute/psychological torture: This is the same divide as with the 'terrible for each other' point, so I'm just gonna go with the cute one, since the torture one is self-explanatory. I want them fucking married. Like. Full mushy cute romance type of relationship that Bro has never felt for any of the people in his life (cough aromantic cough). I made this comic not too long ago, and I often fondly look back on it, because I adore the concept of Bro being lovey and romantic and everything out of character around Lil Cal because he feels safe and loved and comfortable around Cal:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/750602227910131712/brocal-4-lyfe-so-i-had-this-idea-of-dave-being ]

I made a post a long, long time ago (not gonna link that one bc it was personal and I was being very obviously mentally ill ["C'mon, like you're not being obviously mentally ill while typing paragraph upon paragraph about BroCal still in 2024 like 10 years later??" Fair.]) But the gist of it was that, like, having objectophilia or objectum sexuality is like, from an outsider pov, it's a way to express love to yourself. You filter all your self-hate through the object you love, and you get back unconditional love in return.

Lil Cal is never gonna hate Bro, no matter what Bro does. As a regular puppet, Lil Cal doesn't have the capacity for hate. And so that only brings them closer, since Cal is never gonna reject Bro for any reason. (Back to being a crutch. RSD is real, and Dave is probably a big trigger for that since he's not on the same wavelength of weird as Bro [not blaming Dave, obviously, this is a post about BroCal].) Bro can experience receiving positive attention from Lil Cal, without feeling 'fake' or uncool by expressing that same attention or affection directly to his own self. (Things are always done through multiple layers with the Striders, aren't they?) ((And I'm not saying Lil Cal doesn't love Bro, or that their relationship is just pretend - it's real, I'm just like, 'What's going on behind the curtain in the mundane situation?/ How is the relationship appealing?' Lil Cal luvs Bro 5eva 4 lyfe and that's a hard fact. Could cut diamonds with that shit.)) Example: maybe Bro is dealing with a bout of body/gender dysphoria and is trying to take out his frustration with working out, and it's not helping, even if he's powered through a set better than normal. Then, he notices the way Lil Cal is watching him, and he can feel the excitement seeping off Cal. He can sense the echoes of a wolf-whistle ring out through his mind, and it's like. Okay, none of that shit from before matters, he's got all the validation he needs right there in Lil Cal. Maybe flex in Cal's direction, Bro?

Oh, so back to being cute: isn't it wonderful how the template maker phrased it as 'playing dolls'? But yeah, I want all the mush and everything. Bro has a whole wardrobe for Lil Cal for every minor event that occurs in the Strider household. I want them going on genuine dates. Maybe even... holding hands. Bro blushes for the first time since he was 16. He even gets to take Lil Cal with him when he goes out to DJ or put on a show. Not to mention the whole website business. (I've talked about Cal's role in that before, but I'll mention it in a moment...)

They will die in a heart shaped pool of blood: I mean, kinda did happen, even tho Lil Cal didn't perma die right there. I don't think this one needs any explanation, since it basically happens in canon.

'You should see the other guy...': Okay, so. About 11 years ago, I had a really great idea. About how smuppets enter this world. I expanded on it in the following more-recent post (adult only content lol): https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741683686717669376/back-in-the-day-my-friends-called-me-insane-when-i

To sum it up, whenever Bro makes a new smuppet design, he then gives it a video debut on his website, where uh, Lil Cal births the smuppet like it's a horror movie scene, fake blood and poly-fil gore all over the place as the smuppet crawls out from the viscera. Bro then gets to play aftercare by lovingly and gently cleaning up and restuffing Lil Cal as they get to admire their new creation and rake in the dough lol.

So it's technically not a 'you should see the other guy' kinda situation, but it does involve one of them being... idk what word would describe it. Injured by the other? Usually a character loses a fight and says this to act like they got out of it better than the other guy, but... We could have someone knock on the door during the filming of a scene like that, and Bro has to answer it with fake blood up to his elbows, and be like 'You should see the other guy.' (But obviously, that's a terrible idea and would cause more trouble than it's worth... Maybe worth it for a persistent door to door salesperson, though.)

Though, I guess I should also say, I'm not opposed to Bro beating on Lil Cal in or out of the bedroom. Or in the case of animate Lil Cal, Cal choking out Bro. In or out of the bedroom, lol. Depends on the situation, like I said I will ship this ship any which way. But my preference for animate Lil Cal is to be like a totally normal puppet around Bro (or mushy in-love with Bro) and then evil-murder-puppet towards anyone else in Bro's life, like a... toxic yaoi guard puppet. (New Phrase Achievement Unlocked!) Bro brings home another guy to have sex, who tries to stay the night due to the late hour, but the guy wakes up shortly after to see Lil Cal standing there with a knife in the dark, eyes glowing red. Panic ensues when the guest screams and freaks out, and by the time Bro's got a light on, grabbing his sword, ready for a ninja vs ninja fight (bc an intruder would've had to bypass all the traps), Lil Cal is just innocently splayed across the desk chair, no knife in sight. Relevant post (well, the caption on the post too, saying how Bro can't seem to hold onto any relationships besides Lil Cal):

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741830516962164736/i-want-you-so-youre-mine-always-selfishly ]

Uh, lol, also Cal choking out Bro in the bedroom, adult only drawing: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/754328907438800896/i-wouldnt-wanna-be-my-ex-when-he-found-out-who

Thinking about them always and forever: Listen. My Tumblr as proof, I've had BroCal on the brain for at least 11 years at this point. Definitely longer, since I first started reading Homestuck. I fucking love puppets and dolls and plushies and I always have. Man, if I hadn't deleted Tweets (automated app I used to do, and I couldn't choose what to save) from when I was in high school, you could've seen me @ ing my fave band when they were taking lyric suggestions on a fan-inspired album, where I was telling them 'make a song where the theme is puppets' and, while I don't know if they saw that or took the suggestion (they had responded to me before bc they weren't huge yet), there is indeed a song titled "Puppets" on that album, and it was my favourite song on there. Point is, I was fated to ship BroCal before I even knew it existed.

Sicko 2 sicko communication: I mean, does this even need explaining? Bro and Cal aren't just on the same wavelength of freaky, they're the fucking source of the wavelength, and it's causing a feedback loop between them. And it does as feedback does, which is, it amplifies with time. (Going back to the spiral symbolism here, lol.) ((Actually, time can play a symbol here, too, I guess, but idk how to word it, I'm starting to run out of steam.))

Let them have a happy ending: God, I need this so badly. I know Bro's story ends in Homestuck, but like. Pls. Someone needs to officiate their wedding. Currently placing the dreambubble order, but I can't organize a wedding by myself. OH speaking of. In that lil comic I did above, where Bro is accepting Lil Cal's proposal, I had the Natural Born Killers wedding scene in mind. I was gonna draw that as a follow up, but I think I have too many WIPs going. Just two people on the run, saying "I do" in a scenic but completely ordinary roadside location. Idk why, I keep going back to that movie for things related to Bro (I mention it in a very important scene in a longer WIP I've been writing, as something Bro watched and internalized as a kid lol.) It's not the best movie lol. Anyway.

The devotion omg: I feel like I have already gotten my point across about this, but let me reiterate:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/735842968450269184/in-the-name-of-iconic-magical-girl-anime-ill ]

Bro and Lil Cal absolutely beat the shit outta Jack Noir before he gets prototyped. And even then, they fight together till the death, like. C'mon. Nothing more romantic than fighting a losing battle side by side. Also, like, Lil Cal having his own protective chest for safekeeping as seen in the Strider living room? Like, you don't just have a protective case for any old thing, especially something meant to be handled, especially something that is regularly used to smack other things/humans. What I'm saying is, Lil Cal is durable and resilient, and yet, Bro still has a case for transporting Cal safely. Oh, wait, I just thought of something funny, what if Lil Cal goes feral like a cat, and basically the chest is like a cat carrier so Bro can drive without being constricted lmaoooo, I've been typing for hours can you tell?

Kind of homophobic: Listen. I HAD a Cal. Took him to college. Staked my claim on the top bunk bc I am royalty. Proceeded to not have anywhere to set my water cup and had to use a cardboard box as a table up there. Spilled water. Melted Cal's sharpie-drawn face. And then proceeded to cry. I have a WIP of Lil Cal 2, but that requires actually remembering to work on him. I wanna do better by the pattern, too, since I rushed to finish the first. I have all the material! I have the project started! So it's just a matter of reordering my WIP priorities, honestly.

Where is all the fucking content?!: For realzz. I was actually venting about this the other day (didn't end up posting it), but it's like, either there's no BroCal content, or there IS BroCal content, but I can't reblog it for reasons I don't want to get into on this post. I'm dying of thirst in the ocean, basically. Whatever. This just means I need to make more BroCal content myself, which I am more than happy to do. I've just had a rough past few months, so I'm glad I got to type all this post out, and hopefully I can get back to creating soon.

Last one! I hope this one makes up for the absurd length of the post, it's prob my new fave idea I just came up with on the spot.

[TW drink spiking by a stranger mentioned in this.]

Committing atrocities as their silly little activities: I think we all know what this means, but I am going to ignore that elephant with my special x-ray vision. Because this is a BroCal post. I'm digging deep to the meat and bones of this. Honestly, this could go multiple routes, it depends on how you take your Lil Cal.

One could place emphasis on the 'guard' part of the, ahem ahem, toxic yaoi guard puppet. Maybe someone is actually trying to harm Bro, and Bro legit can't do anything for reasons outside of his control - let's say his drink got spiked a while after he invited a stranger home that he thought was chill. As Bro gets shoved down on the futon, his memory of the night is only a few flickers. Familiar orange plush, roiling around above him like a dancing windsock. Flashes of Lil Cal's face all distorted and stretched wide like a funhouse. J-Lo and Ice Cube on the TV. But when Bro is finally able to fully wake up in the morning, everything is as if he just got home alone last night and passed out on the futon. Cal looks totally normal and content tucked under Bro's warm arm. Except when Bro gets up, there is a pair of shoes too big to belong to him at the door. Maybe Bro knows. Maybe instinct tells him to run. Maybe he does, but he's running towards Lil Cal, every time.

[hazel-of-sodor]

Best of Discovery Season 1

This year the final season of Star Trek Discovery airs, bringing an end to the show that brought Star trek back to television after over a decade absense. To celebrate its 5 season run (which was incredibly long for a streaming show, I'll be doing a best of for all the seasons of streaming era trek so far, listing great moments/scenes (at least 13, as this was meant to be a bakers dozen series), and One honorable mention.

To start off, the season that Started it all, Star Trek Discovery Season One . Spoilers below

Battle of the Binary Stars

A fleet of Starfleet ships arrive to back up the USS Shenzhou against a klingon fleet, and what a fleet it is. A whole era of Starfleet design is explored in a single scene against a goreous backdrop of the titular binary stars.

2. U.S.S. Europa arrives

The U.S.S. Shenzhou is disable by the battle and is drifting towards an astroid when the Admiral's Flagship arrives. The Nimitz Class U.S.S. Europa arrives at the last second, tractoring the Shenzhou and calling a temporary ceasefire to the battle. It is a visually gorgeous scene with a wonderful score. For just a moment, the arrival of the mighty starship make it seem like everything might be okay.

3. U.S.S. Discovery arrives

U.S.S. Discovery, the namesake off the show doesn't appear till episode 3, but she make a grand entrance, saving the prison shuttle transporting Burnham in a scene that wonderfully conveys her size and grandeur

4. The shushing Klingon

Aboard the damaged U.S.S. Glenn, a team from the U.S.S. Discovery find the crew fataly mutilated by a failed spore jump, but more immediatly threatening, a monster roams the halls of the stricken ship, one capable of killing the klingon boarding party sent to recover the ships secerts. The scenes onboard the Glenn are brutal, and wonderfully tense. It also gives us the hilarious "did that klingon just shush me?" Moment. (I chose a pic of the Glenn rather than the interior as those were more graphic than I wanted for this post)

5. The Discovery saves Corvan II

Discovery makes her first successful long range spore jump and saves the Federation mining Colony Corvan II. Its a wonderful moment od Discovery's crew coming together to save civilians.

6. Please Don't Take My Ship, She's All I Have Left

This moment between Cornwall and Lorca is amazing, and makes me wish that lorca hadn't been mirror Lorca. His plea for him to keep command off discovery is heartfelt (but later revealed to be for all the wrong reasons)

7. Mudd Loses

Magic to Make the Sanest Man go man is amazing throughout, but the moment the crew finally outwits Mudd is so, so satisfying.

8. The Loss of the USS Gagarin

The Discovery attempts to save the U.S.S. Gagarin from the Klingopns and fails, despite their best efforts. The loss makes the war feel far more real, and highlights the fact the Discovery is just one ship, no matter her spore drive. I also love Lorca's speech here-"There will be time to grieve later"

9.Destruction of the Sarcophagus ship

A satisfying victory for the crew, and seeing discovery make all the jumps is an epic scene.

10.Mirror Tilly...kinda

"If you spoke to me that way I would cut out your tongue to lick my boots" What a line. Tilly taking on the role of her mirror counter part is amazing.

11. I.S.S. Shenzhou

The Mirror Shenzhou arrives, and she is beautiful. A former hero ships twisted mirror half.

12. Burnham kills Captain Connor

an amazing fight, and what a gut punch, as Burnham is forced to watch Connor die again, this time by her own hand. The crew clapping after the turbolift opens and his body falls out is chilling in the best way.

13. Reveal of the Imperial Palace

The I.S.S. Charon is an intimidating presense, and way cooler than a palace on a planet.

14. Destruction of the Charon and Discovery jumps Home

The bombing run Discovery makes on the Charon and her jump back to the prime universe using the resulting show wave is awesome, made even better on a personal layer by Burnham saving Mirror Georgiou-"I couldn't watch her die again"

15. Arrival at Qo'noS

Discovery jumps to a cave on Qo'nos, and I love the weight of the scene. You can feel gravity grabbing the ship and Discovery struggling against it.

16. We are Starfleet

The scene the show has been building to, Burnham stands up to command over the plan to destroy the Klingon homeworld, and the crew backs her up.

17. U.S.S. Enterprise

I remeber when I first saw her. The 1701 returned in all her glory. The TOS version is the definative U.S.S. Enterpise to me, but Discovery gave us an amazing earlier version. It had been decades since the prime 1701 had appeared on screen (we don't count certain series finalies) and its honestly still my favorite moment of the season.

Honorable mention: U.S.S. Discovery

the original teaser for the show showed a much different Discovery. While I understand this was never meant to be the final, I lover her all the same. It was also the moment Trek was back, after decades we had a new hero ship. I hope STO adds her someday, and that someone makes a model of her. She may not be the offical version, but she deserves love all the same.