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tocomplainfriend · 8 months

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SEE!? THEY DON'T CARE!

TW: Rape, SA, Homophobia, Misogyny, Misandry

The specific censored word with "-", it's for my own reasons and comfort. It's not censored up and in tags due to filtering! Sorry if I made mistakes like forgetting of filtering or similar, I haven't used tumblr much before!

THIS IS A R-PE JOKE! THAT'S WHAT I HAVE BEEN FUCKING SAYING! ONE OF MY BIGGEST PROBLEMS WITH EPISODE 4 IS THE FACT OF "we want to write an empowering story about men getting sexually assaulted. Men victim don't get that attentio-" BITCH, YOU MADE MANY R-PE AND SA JOKES ALL THE FUCKING WAY THROUGH HELLUVA AND KNOW HAZBIN! You are the one making fun of scenarios where your male characters get assaulted or r-ped.

HOW TF DO YOU PRETEND TO BE SOOO ABOVE PEOPLE (INCLUDING VICTIMS OF SA AND R-PE) THAT'S EXPRESSED HOW THEY FELT ON THE EXECUTIONS AND WHO WORKED IN EPISODE 4. WHEN YOU YOURSELF MAKE JOKES ABOUT IT????? For some context, Sir Pent is trying to get with Cherri, but always deflects first in case she rejects him. He offers her a drink, but immediately says it's because he'll buy a drink for everyone on the club. Then he asks Cherri if they can have sex- and deflects back (a repetition joke) "Because I'll have sex with everyone here". Then he gets dragged into a room by other people, yelling wait and no! And the door closes as you heard him scream.

Out of context in the screenshot, you might even think it might be a serious scene where something happens to Pentious. BUT NO! IT'S BRUSHED OVER REAL FAST AND PLAYED AS "HAHA SOMETHING BAD HAPPEN TO SIR PENTIOUS AGAIN LMAOO"- it's the punchline.

Then at the end of the episode he gets out asking "Where is Cherri" (who btw is having sex with a random guy).

And please don't say "Well, he asked for it"- you know how you sound. The whole point of the joke is that he is trying to get with Cherri and failing astronomically. The point here is that he really doesn't want to have sex with a bunch of random people, but he has to do it because he is getting dragged into a room. (Again, Pentious is like Moxxie Their joke it's getting trashed and bullied by the world or people around them).

You made a whole episode about dealing with a male character's sexual assault, abuse or r-pe. Saying how much you respect victims, and your episode, it's just perfect about the topic. BlaBlaBla- no, you don't. You made all this jokes since HB season 1. This new joke was episode 6 of HH. You never acknowledge power dynamics, or coercion. You never acknowledge anything bad in your show.

Remember, as much as this shows go for LGBTQ+ representation and Queer media. As a ""Female lead show"". This jokes link back (not only to making fun of SA and R-pe itself, but to) homophobia and Misogyny. A scenario of where a man gets SA'ed or r-ped by another man or woman- leads to a scenario where the character is made fun of for not being "masculine enough" for being a victim or for not being able to defend themselves. In a scenario where this happens by a man to man, "It's funny because the victim is viewed as gay. As less masculine = gay and that's bad cause gay = weak and feminine and the idea of feminine = weak".

(There are a few jokes here and there, like Blitzo touching Moxxie's dick after making fun of him for having a baby penis.)

If you didn't notice, Moxxie gets attacked by multiple succubus, and that's apparently funny. KEEP IN MIND is not basic physical violence-no he comes out with lipstick kisses marks, the sounds effects are (ugh)... and Blitz tells him "Don't let them access any of your holes". In other concepts, I want to point out that the times when Moxxie is viewed as a bottom or feminine- he is made fun of. When Millie pegs him, he is made fun of because he is the man of the relationship, being implied as the bottom. When he wears the outfit of unhappy campers, he is extra objectified or made fun of even more than in any other episodes. He is also forcefully put on a dress in his wedding.

He is made fun of for being SA'ed for being uncomfortable scenarios:

These aren't jokes made by characters that "are bad because they are from hell". These are scripted jokes written by a person searching for the audience to laugh.

AND the reason why many audiences accept this jokes or even find them funny is because of some of these views (internalized or not) above. You'll also notice how all these jokes are directed at men (if you find an R-pe or SA joke directed at a woman in this two show, say something about it! POINT IT OUT!). People accept and write these jokes more because they care less about the idea of a man being a victim of such situation. More often than not- in the present, a woman getting assaulted or anything similar in any media gets noticed and called out. THESE JOKES OR THE NORMALIZATION OF SEXUAL HARASSMENT, ASSAULT, COERCION, OR SIMILAR TOWARDS WOMAN STILL HAPPENS!!!! There is an idea that men just tend to just want sex all times at any time. -And that a man getting SA'ed or r-ped by a woman it's just sex, cause "Why wouldn't you like free pussy". When it's a gay perpetrator is viewed as funny cause "that makes you gay or a woman" and that's apparently hilarious. Men can be r-ped no matter what. Men can be targets of all of these acts.

Remember that all the scenes of sexual abuse, harassment and r-pe in Poison are directed by the R2. Who, once again, is into r-pe porn- and they themselves said they are not an SA victim either. So remember, not even a victim trying to cope with their own R-pe or SA. This person draws and ships "R-pe ships", and tags it as "naughty men uwu" bullshit. Also, a person so obsessed with the character of Angel that they changed their name to Tony (Angel's real human name), make themselves look like him, and become a sex worker like Angel. They themselves looked at a comic of Val threatening r-pe and abuse on Angel as "thank good you have balls to draw something mean with these too, I was so bored" ???? (this stuff is in:) and cosplay and take photos of your Val x Angel ship

Congrats if you as a victim yourself thought that the scene with Angel was good. If it helped you be and feel seen. But remember the rest of the show, the hypocritical writers, don't care enough to view it as a serious topic to not joke about. Both HB and HH written by the same people (as in Vivziepop), take their sweet time to turn these topics into jokes.

What pisses off more, it's the trying to make yourself be viewed as a sensitive person about such topic. Make it seem like you are a savior for writing about it in such "serious, powerful and not sugar coded" way. But then you drop that on the fucking ground to make a joke about it when you are tired of pretending you are so good. If you were so informed of SA and r-pe, you wouldn't be making these jokes. If you knew how much SA male victims struggle to get viewed as serious or their stories taken into account-you wouldn't be this shitty.

God, you are so proud of the joke too.

My poor snake guy... one of the few characters that I like-

#vivziepop critique #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #anti vivziepop #tw sa #cw abuse #spindlehorse criticism #tw rape

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devilevlls · 5 months

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"In the depths of my soul, you reside."

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TW 📌: "Satanic" rituals, abuse, explicit language, pornographic content, mentions of sexual abuse, hateful language directed at religious groups, blasphemy, corruption kink, demons being demons, unprotected sex, creampie, gay sex, MC is the bottom, MC trusts him to consume a piece of their soul.

MC is AMAB, I use they/them pronouns to refer to them because that's the way I feel comfortable in describing the character. They are called "boy, young man, son" and so. If you are uncomfortable with any of the warnings, please, do not read. Sumary:

After the former priest was removed due to accusations of sexual abuse, the authority place had to be filled by someone else and Lucifer, who owed a favor to his friend Simeon, took the spot, ministering that Saturday to fulfill his obligation.

He ends up finding a new motivation when he encounters MC, who is in conflict with themselves about their dark thoughts. Their desires and duty are fighting to see who would take the young human and the demon would like to help, with a price.

The sound of the chapel's heavy doors echoed, interrupting the stillness of the afternoon, as the man dressed entirely in black entered, moving with determination and agility, casting furtive glances around to ensure he was not being followed. His long, purposeful steps led him until he stopped in front of a cowering, sobbing, fearful figure.

The young human was kneeling before the bench, hands clasped in prayer, tears flowing freely.

"Why are you crying, son?" The newcomer's hoarse voice cuts through the silence, his imposing red eyes penetrating deep into the boy's soul.

They were startled, interrupting their prayer to look at the one who was getting in the way of their sacred moment.

"Forgive me, sir." They bowed gently, voice trembling.

The elder gentleman stood majestically, dressed in the attire befitting his vocation, exuding an aura of divine elegance.

With a subtle clearing of the throat, they signaled their intention to speak further. “I believe you are the new priest responsible for our humble chapel this saturday. I am your assistant, aspiring priest, a... Deacon.” The human struggle with their words.

"It's nice to meet you, MC." The older man's husky voice delivered a playful tone.

"How do you know my name? I haven't introduced myself yet," MC replied, somewhat intrigued.

"Do not worry. I know everything," the man replied, his enigmatic smile seeming to widen even further. "My name is Lucifer." He took a few steps towards MC, his confident posture and penetrating gaze causing slight discomfort.

A frightening shiver ran down MC's spine, but they forced themselves to maintain composure, standing up and trying to appear receptive, although the nervousness was still evident.

"That's a pretty unusual name for a priest," MC commented, their voice a little shaky as the younger one tried to hide the fear that was beginning to settle inside.

"Do not be scared. I will only stay here while the other priest is being investigated for the rape of the young people in this chapel.”

The mention of the accusation made the boy take a step back, feeling their stomach twist with tension.

"Oh... yes."

"Did he touch you?", Lucifer asked, taking a step forward and reaching for MC's chin, forcing them to maintain eye contact, his imposing presence dominating the surrounding space.

"No, sir. Father Kahleus has always been very kind to me," MC responded quickly, feeling uncomfortable with the unexpected physical contact.

"Humans are so hypocritical, don't you think?", Lucifer continued, his voice filled with cynicism, as he watched MC's reaction with interest.

MC gave a nervous laugh, confused by the direction the conversation was going. "Humans...?", he began, before being interrupted by the tall demon.

"Please, refrain yourself from acting like you don't understand," Lucifer said, his gaze making them uneasy.

Swallowing hard, they turned away from Lucifer, looking down at the ground for a moment before taking a deep breath and gathering the courage to respond.

"Sir, we shouldn't make that kind of analogy in a sacred place like this. Would you like to accompany me, so I can show you your private room next to the tabernacle?"

"Show me the way," Lucifer replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes, watching as MC chose to ignore the reality unfolding before them.

— *

Once inside the room, MC presented all the important documents, financial notes and accessories for the masses that would begin the next day.

"Do you have any questions, sir?" The human asked, briefly meeting Lucifer's gaze before looking away again, feeling uncomfortable under the intensity of those piercing eyes.

"Why were you crying earlier?", Lucifer asked suddenly, breaking the brief silence that hung in the room.

A shiver ran down MC's spine before he could respond. "Father Kahleus was never like that. I feel like the devil tempted him," MC confessed, voice thick with worry and confusion.

Lucifer held back an ironic laugh and sighed, shaking his head. "Are you that naive? People are bad and blaming the devil doesn't make them better," he replied with disarming directness.

"Don't you understand? We have oaths. We all do, and I'm sure you did too," MC insisted, struggling to comprehend the complexity of the situation.

"Many centuries ago, when my wings were still white as snow and my mind corrupted by the ideals of a cowardly creator," Lucifer murmured, a trace of melancholy passing through his eyes.

MC sighed, feeling scared and confused, taking a step back and inadvertently bumping into the coffee table.

"Don't be scared, but I must admit that the more time we spend together, the hungrier I get," Lucifer said, voice filled with a strange sadistic energy, he enjoyed watching his prey connecting the dots and becoming alarmed.

"You... You did this to him?", MC asked, voice cracking at the terrifying possibility.

“Ah… Now you have become aware of who I really am.” He smiled slightly and concentrated for a moment, making his demonic form apparent. “No, I didn’t do anything.”

MC tried to scream, but before they could make any sound, their mouth was immediately silenced by Lucifer's firm, gloved touch, which covered their lips with firm pressure. The demon's gaze conveyed a silent warning, a contained threat that echoed beyond the simple physical gesture. The air around them felt heavy, thick with palpable tension between the two, as MC fought the panic that threatened to wash over. The young human’s eyes widened in despair, but the words were suffocated before they could even come out.

“Let's not make a fuss, okay? You're safer with me than you were with that creep. Unlike him, I know how to keep my dick in my pants instead of molesting innocent young boys and girls.”

MC's eyes widened at Lucifer's explicit language, feeling uncomfortable with the description and lack of shame.

Stopping for a moment, Lucifer was truly stunning, almost mesmerizing, and he was so close already... It made the human's heart race.

The demon sighed and removed his hand from the boy's mouth, looking around before moving away, breaking the physical contact that had left MC so tense. “You don’t look very old, how old are you? Why are you so naive?” “I’m 23 and not a child to be naive.” MC hisses a little offended “I’m aware of what happened, but I can’t believe he would do such a thing.” “Then you are just stupid, young man," He says agressively before changing the subject. "Well, I believe your work is finished for today. I'll see you at mass tomorrow", Lucifer declared, his voice filled with indifference, as if the previous meeting had never happened.

"Why...", MC started to ask, before being interrupted by Lucifer.

"Why, you say? I'm just following orders, nothing more," Lucifer explained as he settled into the office chair, crossing his long legs with an air of nonchalance. "Please leave. You're making me agitated with all this excitement between your legs." Lucifer's final remark made MC feel heat flush their cheeks. “I’m not excited!” They complained.

“I can see your erection from here.” The demon states dismissively, opening one of the reports to analyze.

MC quickly walked away and left the room without saying another word, feeling embarrassed. The encounter with Lucifer left them shaken and confused, questioning how all this could happen in such a sacred environment.

Why didn't the demon attack him or do terrible things to them? These questions echoed in their mind as the panicked figure hurriedly walked to the quarters.

Once there, MC threw themselves on the floor and closed their eyes, trying to banish the disturbing thoughts. The human wondered if it was all just a nightmare or a bad joke, but the firm feeling of Lucifer's hand still hovered over their skin, making them feel indecently warm.

"I wonder if he's really going to minister tomorrow…", MC muttered to themselves, voice filled with uncertainty and apprehension.

They feared what the next day might bring.

—*

The other day, in the morning as promised, MC entered the private room before mass to organize all the accessories, but was surprised to find Lucifer dressed for the celebration, his attire highlighting his magnetic beauty even more. So handsome... So tempting.

"What...?", MC began, their shaky voice reflecting the confusion at seeing the demon there.

Lucifer turned and sighed, recognizing the human's presence. "You again…", he murmured.

"I'm your assistant. I-I mean... I'm the substitute priest's assistant!", MC hurried to explain, reeling in their own troubled thoughts as they watched the demon button his shirt and put on his chasuble with a disconcerting naturalness.

"So nervous early on. This way you won't make it through the rest of the day," Lucifer teased, approaching the young man with an intimidating presence. "Can we go or are you going to keep devouring me with your eyes? I thought you had a vow of chastity to keep."

MC stepped back looking away to avoid the temptations Lucifer offered. "We may proceed. The faithful are arriving," they replied quickly, trying to maintain the composure.

—*

It was truly surprising to watch Lucifer lead the mass. He delivered speeches and read bible verses as if had memorized them in his mind centuries ago. Well, in a way, he actually had them. After all, he was once an angel before becoming that.... Thing.

MC found themselves staring at him as he continued with the ministration, unable to look away. Lucifer's beauty was mesmerizing, every movement elegant, every word spoken with authority. Even though they knew who he really was, MC couldn't help but admire, getting lost in the details of his sculpted body and magnetic aura.

They tried to push away the conflicting thoughts, focusing on the church service that was taking place in front of them. But despite the efforts, the demon's presence continued to exert an undeniable fascination over them.

After concluding the morning mass, they both retreated to the private room once more, where Lucifer intended to change.

"And with that, I'm free from this stupidity," Lucifer remarked with disdain.

"But there's still Sunday mass," the other replied.

"I couldn't care less. Saturday was my agreement, and I've fulfilled my part," Lucifer retorted coldly.

"Please, I don't know how I'll find another priest!" they pleaded, their voice tinged with desperation before clearing their throat. "Not that you're truly a priest, but..."

"Perhaps I could assist... for a price," Lucifer interjected.

The human sighed disapprovingly. "And what do you want, demon?"

"Fear not, nothing of a carnal nature unless that's what you desire. Just a small sampling of your soul. It won't be painful..." Lucifer's voice dripped with mockery, knowing full well it would inflict torment.

"Okay... but..." They fidgeted nervously. "What if I desire... to explore something more?" The young man struggled to articulate their thoughts, aware that the words might inadvertently reveal the weight of something deeply personal. Despite the embarrassment that lingered, they saw this moment as an opportunity to confront a long-standing question that had lingered since their teenage years: exploring intimacy with someone of the same sex.

"More...? Pray, enlighten me," Lucifer responded, already aware of the human's desires but relishing in their embarrassment nonetheless.

"What if I desire... to be intimate with you?" they whispered, their cheeks flushing crimson.

"Ah, you are a naughty one," Lucifer chuckled, crossing his arms. "Very well, then. You've piqued my interest enough to indulge your curiosity."

Lucifer drew nearer, enveloping them in his embrace, arms around their waist, and swiftly initiated a fervent kiss, his tongue forcing the other to yield while they squirm, their kisses growing sloppy.

"Ngh..." the human moaned softly.

"Hush," Lucifer whispered, pulling them closer until their backs met the desk, eliciting a startled squeak. "We wouldn't want anyone overhearing, would we?"

The boy felt his heart thundering as they attempted to match Lucifer's fervor, but this was, indeed, their first kiss. Delicate hands roamed frantically over the demon's back, grasping at his clothes, while their legs trembled, on the verge of collapsing.

Observing the human's struggle, the avatar of pride seized their waist and gently positioned them on the table, slipping his hands beneath the fabric of the shirt to caress the delicate skin underneath.

The young assistant was already swept up in excitement, their cheeks ablaze as they breathed heavily. Their eyes darkened with lust, body craving more with every heartbeat. There was a slight twitching inside their pants and Lucifer noticed right away, brushing his long finger on top of it.

Lucifer leaned in closer, their lips grazing the human's ear as they whispered in a low, sultry tone, "You're quite eager, aren't you?"

They shivered at the sensation, their whole body tingling with anticipation. "I... I want..." stuttered the assistant, their voice barely a whisper as desire flooded their senses.

With a smirk, the demon gently lifted their chin, his gaze locking with the assistant's as he whispered, "Tell me exactly what you want." Swallowing hard, their heart race in their chest. "I want... I want to feel you," they confessed, voice trembling with a mix of nerves and longing.

A predatory gleam sparked in Lucifer's eyes as he leaned in, capturing the assistant's lips in a searing kiss. They melted into each other again, the heat of their desire igniting a flame that consumed them both.

The demon quickly starts undressing, taking off his clothes and tossing around before doing the same with them, until they are only with their underwear. Feeling both exposed and exhilarated, the human experienced a rush of courage as they reached out, their finger tracing along Lucifer's firm chest and abdomen. His physique wasn't overly sculpted, but it was undeniably defined in a way that stirred desire within them. It was fucking sexy.

Biting their lip, they chastised themselves for entertaining such thoughts about him. Yet, with every movement, their mind spun with vivid imaginings of what lay beneath his clothing, igniting a wild frenzy of desire that threatened to consume them completely.

“Now let's begin…” Lucifer cast a spell, conjuring a bright red light that momentarily dazzled the priest assistant. As their vision cleared, they blinked in surprise to find Lucifer holding a bottle of lube in his hand.

MC's cheeks flushed crimson with a mixture of arousal and astonishment. "What... what did you just do?" they stammered, their voice betraying a blend of curiosity and anticipation.

“I just got something to assist you.” He spreads some of the liquid on his hand and comes closer, sliding their underwear down. “Now, be a good boy and spread your legs for me.” As they opened their legs, Lucifer adjusts himself in between, sliding the underwear off his body, making the hardened shaft plop against his abs. The human widened their eyes, admiring how thick and perfect it looked. It was way better than they could ever imagine. Taking a deep breath to steady themselves for what would come next, they fix their gaze on Lucifer as he spread the lube over himself with deliberate care.

Anticipation coiled in the air between them as he stepped closer, now caressing their thighs. “Hold into me and enjoy your ride.” His low voice echos into their mind.

As Lucifer aligned himself and pushed into their entrance, MC gave a sharp intake of breath, instinctively clinging to the demon as a wave of intense pain surged through them. Tears welled in their eyes, and a soft sob escaped their lips, the sensation overwhelming and unexpected.

"Oh, do not cry," Lucifer murmured with a smirk, his voice a blend of amusement and a hint of something more complex. Despite his earlier taunt, there was a surprising gentleness in his actions as he continued to push himself deeper,the movements careful and deliberate, attuned to the human's sensations.“I almost feel pity of you.”

As the older man's hips pressed against theirs, the human's moans and pants grew louder, caught in a mix of pain and pleasure unlike anything they had ever experienced before.

With each thrust, MC's member pulsed with desire, coating their belly with slick pre-cum, a testament to the overwhelming arousal that coursed through them both.

"L-Lucifer... I..."

“Already?” Lucifer teases, moving faster and pushing forcefully inside them. They didn’t answer, only digging their nails into Lucifer’s back, nodding while moaning desperately.

Seeing the opportunity, the demon smiles sadistically and turns into his demon form, dark wings spread, growling like a wild animal. His tone was demonic, it had something almost disturbing in it. Without a word, he sinks his fangs into the boy's shoulder, the sudden surge of pain and pleasure caused the boy to gasp and squirm uncontrollably, their body convulsing with ecstasy as they release their load, splattering a mess across both of them in a wild climax of desire and darkness. As Lucifer indulged in consuming the ecstatic piece of soul, relishing its delectable taste, he exercised restraint, ensuring not to take too much.

It was a corruption that came so natural, so enticing, it only fueled his insatiable hunger further. With each taste, he felt himself sinking deeper into them, reveling in the delicious sensation of it all.

He couldn’t hold himself anymore.

He grips into their hips, his nails digging into their skin as he thrust himself deeper with a primal ferocity, ignoring the human's pleas for respite as they get overstimulated, he moved with an unrestrained urgency, becoming increasingly feral as he relentlessly massaged their prostate with his tip. With a primal roar of release, the avatar of pride surrendered to the overwhelming intensity, emptying his pent-up load deep inside them. Groaning and trembling from the sheer magnitude of the moment, he gasped desperately, seeking solace in the warmth of the human's neck as he nuzzled against it. That was the most vulnerable moment of Lucifer, the afterglow. Holding their body tightly, Lucifer ensured they couldn't escape from his corruption, his embrace a mixture of possessiveness and longing, binding them together in the aftermath of their shared descent into darkness. "Hells..." he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction. He threatens backing away but gets pulled back into the embrace.

"Please... Don't go yet," the human pleaded, their breath still coming in ragged pants as they hugged him back.

"Listen... I'm just here because I was in debt with a friend of mine, so I had to hold a stupid mass, now that I'm done with it, I will go back to Devildom. I'm just catching my breath," Lucifer explained matter-of-factly.

"Oh... So I'm not going to see you again?" There was a slight hint of sadness in their tone.

"What? Are you switching sides now? Want me to take you to hell with me?" Lucifer smirked, nuzzling against the MC's neck once more, inhaling their sweet scent mingled with salty sweat.

"No! Of course not. How could I...?" they replied, their tone falsely offended.

"Don't deny me like we didn't just... you know, fucked" Lucifer teased, his smirk widening as the human blushed and caressed the back of his neck.

“D-Don’t say such a thing.”

"Since you are so inspired… Maybe I could indulge you in a second round, but I don't think your human body will handle me again," Lucifer suggested, his voice laced with amusement.

"Please... Again," they whispered eagerly, desire evident in their eyes.

"Guess I will visit you more, human," Lucifer agreed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

With smiles exchanged between them, they resumed their passionate embrace, forgetting the world outside the private room as they risked getting caught in the most sinful act they could ever do.

Ok, this took me too long... I really really really hope you guys liked it. ＞﹏＜ AO3 version OH! And thanks for the 300 followers! You guys are amazing, thanks for the support, for rebloging my stuff and interacting in the posts, I'm loving every part of it.

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chosopie · 7 months

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I love the conquer Sukana but imagine this. You baby brother Yuji, met Sukana on a walk last night after sneaking out and 'befriend' him so y/b obviously is worried cause who this Sukana so she goes with Yuji and meets Sukana herself. Sukana falls in love and rizz her up successfully so technically Yuji Unknownly set Sukana and Y/n up

MISSION: LOVE - RYOMEN SUKUNA

It was night time—the forbidden hours. Yuji mustered up the courage to bring himself outside without asking you for permission. You were sound asleep, without a single worry in your head as your mind wandered into the land of dreams. He felt guilty for going behind your back, especially since all you ever did was take care of him and try to keep him safe from the dangers of the world.

Yuji was already 15, and he was very much capable of taking a night stroll. Except it wasn’t really night anymore, it was midnight, 12:34 A.M. to be exact. You were going to kill him for going out this late, but he knew it was going to be worth it as long as his plan works.

You have been single for quite a while and Yuji thought it was time for you to meet someone. It was his way of giving back after everything you did for him. He wanted you to have someone else in your life. Your routine was pitiful to look at, for it was an endless cycle of work-cook-clean-attend to Yuji. He felt guilty for being your responsibility at all times, since your parents were no longer there to do that job.

“She must be so miserable,” Yuji sighed.

The cold breeze blew his face, and he smiled in delight, taking in the serenity and freedom the midnight had offered him. He raked his hair with his fingers as he continued to walk towards the nearby convenience store. There had to be someone there who could be a perfect candidate. He pondered, his mind replaying the exact words you told him when he asked you what your type was.

“Someone strong, capable, tall, and intimidating. I kind of like the bad boys, you know?” Those were the exact words you said.

Yuji kept repeating your words in his head like a mantra while he walked towards he glass doors. He pushed them open, and his eyes got to work, scanning every person in the room. His eyes landed on the cashier guy. He was quite short and nerdy-looking. He has a nice nose but he just seemed too uptight.

Nope. Next.

There was this tall man in a blue shirt who was checking the fruits. He looked like a foreigner. He had blonde hair, a tall and muscular stature, but he also seemed like some goody two shoes type of guy.

Next.

“Woah,” Yuji gasped as he stared at the big and tall man who was checking the beers in the refrigerator. He had pink hair, tattoos, and an ear piercing. He had this grumpy and intimidating aura. “He’s perfect.”

He quickly walked up to him, but suddenly got shy and scared. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked up at the guy. “Excuse me… are you single?”

The big stranger grimaced. “Fuck off, will you? Aren’t you a teenager? Plus, I ain’t into that gay shit.”

“No,” Yuji squeaked, clearly embarrassed and regretting his choice of words now. “You might be interested in my older sister.”

The man thought about it, then looked back at Yuji. “Is she hot?”

“I don’t know how to answer that…”

“Alright, whatever. Give me her number.”

“I’ll just tell her to come here,” Yuji took his phone out and dialed in your number. “Uh, what’s your name, sir?”

“Sukuna.”

“What the fuck?” You groaned and rubbed your eyes. Your phone loudly rang and vibrated.

“Yuji” the contact name was displayed on your screen, causing you to panic. You quickly tapped on the button to accept his call.

“Oh my god, where are you? What happened?” You frantically asked him.

“It’s my new friend Sukuna. Convenience store. Now.” Yuji quickly dropped the call before you could ask more questions.

“Who on earth is Sukuna?” You groaned and rummaged your closet for some clothes, preparing yourself for whatever mess Yuji had gotten himself into. The frustration was getting to you, not only because you were tired and sleepy, but also because Yuji had decided to venture off at night all alone without your permission. What was he even thinking? Of course, you were more worried than mad, especially when you heard the name of another man. A million scenarios raced around your head, your mind trying to pick the most probable situation.

“Yuj!” You pushed the door open and searched all the aisles until you reached the alcohol section where Yuji stood with a stranger. “Who is this?”

Yuji deviously smile, mischief glinting in his eyes. “What’cha think about him? He’s your type, right?”

“Are you kidding me, Yuji?”

Now you were really angry. All that trouble because Yuji was trying to set you up with someone? What if he met someone dangerous? You shook away your frustrations, your attention now on the mad that stood before you. Shit, he is handsome. You hated to admit but Yuji succeeded.

“Yeah, he is,” you quietly mumbled, and you felt your face grow hot.

“What’s that?” Sukuna pointed behind you.

You quickly turned around, and found nothing. “Huh?” When you turned back to face them, you felt a finger poke your cheek.

“What a fucking dumbass,” Sukuna laughed.

“I wouldn’t fall for that if we were friends, but you’re just a stranger,” you protested. Your face was now as pink as his hair.

“Let’s change that, dumb woman.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Fine, I’ll stop, only because you’re pretty…” Sukuna sighed.

“Good,” you beamed.

“…Pretty dumb.” He added, his big hand ruffling your hair. Ignoring his corny remark, you couldn’t help but smile at the oddly sweet gesture.

Yuji triumphantly smirked, his arms crossed while he watched the two of you. “I’m way too good at this.”

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samlacy · 1 year

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I'm new here on tumblr so excuse me for doing anything wrong!

First fanfiction here :))

THIGHS

dom!top!steve rogers x sub!bot!malereader

warnings : thighs marking, thigh obsession, biting, kissing, making out, lowkey top to bottom..?, sub/dom dynamics, bottom amab reader, hot steve rogers, bedroom sex, wrist holding, gay(😱), not proofread im sorry.., kinda rushed

words : 1.5k

☆☆☆

Steve and you were making out in your bedroom. You were pinned on the door as you both fought for dominance in eachothers mouth. He stopped the kiss, leading it to heavy breaths escaping his mouth, giving you the thought you won as you pushed him on the bed and stood between his legs.

You leaned forward and grabbed his jaw to keep on devouring his mouth. Wet sounds filled the room as your lips smacked together. His were swollen so beautifully. It was a bright red and saliva mixed with yours.

As soon as you grabbed to open your short jeans by the zipper you got turned around and now you were the one with the thighs spread as steve sat between them. He took both of your wrists in one hand as he pinned them on your stomach. With the free hand he unbuckled his leather belt and used it to wrap around your wrists. Now you were sure that you were receiving it tonight.

Steve continued with pulling your jeans off with your calvin klein boxers. His lips caressed from your chest down to your thighs. You have really sensetive thighs and steve knows it very well. He loves it when you gasp and grip the sheets by some kisses on your thighs.

Captain admired the skin of your thighs. They were pale, moles decorating it and chubby. He grabbed your inner thighs, showing how thick they are. You wince at it and throw your head back as your eyes close tightly. The pain of biting down on your bottom lip to stop the noises from coming out of your mouth was making you go crazy.

Steve was making you crazy.

He leaned down as he kissed your thighs again, biting down suddenly. You gasped loudly, couldn't hold back that one. At the moment you were so sure that got bruised right there. A small chuckle left steve's mouth as he slapped your inner thigh. Making you shake from the teasing and turtoring.

"My wanna-be-dominant baby is so obedient to his sir", steve spat out, holding back a smirk as he poked your asshole with his thumb. You whined as you open your mouth to say something, only to feel a pair of fingers getting shoved in your throat. You chocked on them as you knew what steve meant. Saliva was covering the fingers as you tried to wet them as much as you could. One of your legs got held up, by the hand poking your asshole earlier, so that steve had a better vision of your asshole, spreading your ass cheeks perfectly.

The licking ended as steve pulled his fingers out and put them right on your hole. You covered your mouth with your tied together hands when a finger entered slowly, gently. No matter how much you two fucked, it always felt like your first time. Which steve also took, your virginity. You put your hands on steves black t-shirts, grabbing on them surely leaving wrinkles. Steve was focused on your face expressions as he entered another finger. You squeezed your eyes close, as you bit down on your bottom lip. A choked whine trailed out of your pink lips as he started curling his fingers, hitting your prostate immediatly.

"Don't hold your noises back for me, pup. Come on show sir how much you love my fingers caressing your insides", another brush against your prostate was enough to make you moan. Steve smirked as he circled and brushed over it multiple times, he loved the noises you were making. You weren't even sitting on his cock and still he had you all messy spread on his bed.

Right at the moment you thrusted your hips back into his fingers he pulled them out and wiped them on the bedsheets. You whined as you grabbed his shirt harder and threw your head back. Lowkey throwing a small tantrum without knowing.

The harsh smack on your thigh made you gasp as he let go of your leg and forced you to turn on your stomach. You muttered to yourself, clearly not wanting steve to hear it. But how you failed. This so curious puppy started pulling on your hair as he whispered into your ear.

"Whats was that, pup? First you throw a tantrum and now you are acting secretive. Just say you want a punishment", You sobbed out a whine as you tried shaking your head with the harsh grip. Steve chuckled out a 'pathetic.' as he suddenly let go of your hair to play with your body, and maybe patience, a little more.

His hands brushed over your back, which made you realize he took your t shirt off while you were making out earlier, as he held onto your waist, kissing and biting over the moles on your back. You gasped into the pillow as your hands were over your head, which is the only comfortable position while its tied up. You bit into the pillow, drooling on it. Steve was painting your skin so prettily.

"Steve, pleasepleaseplease. Just fuck me already", those words spilled out of your mouth as you couldn’t handle the teasing anymore. You needed him inside.

Steve just chuckled as he gave your ass another squeeze before taking his jeans and boxers with his t-shirt off, lining his cock with your hole. You gasped at the spread, the cold fingers from earlier were getting replaced by steves warm cock. His tip entered you, following with the half of his length, thats where it hit you. It was hurting like ass. You tried to press yourself up on your fours with your hands. A big press on your upper back made you fall back down. Steves other hand lifted your hips up so you are on your knees, but your upper body is laying on the bed. It perfectly arched your back. You looked like a kitty more than a pup.

Now he entered you fully as he ripped out a moan from you. The sudden friction of steve starting to thrust was making your vision blurry. The tears of pleasure started coming as he pulled on your hair and smacked your buttcheek every change he got, leaving a print of his hand on it. He was so good at pleasing you.

"Fuck. You look so pretty crying for my cock", steve left another spank on your cheek. The speed of the thrust only increased, your hair was all over the place and the pillows were soaked with drool.

You felt so fucked up. Steve wouldn't stop pounding into you as he whispered dirty words in to your ear biting down on the lobe before pulling himself up again and getting a better grip on your hips, thrusting deeper than usual.

You felt his hand rub on your lower stomach, out of concern you looked down, and oh god how guilty it looked. Your stomach was bulging. His tip kept on disappearing then reappearing, he was so so deep.

"Look how slutty you are, pup. Only this slutty for sir, aren't you?" Steve pointed out as his thrust were slowing down, but a rhythm still going on. The air was knocked out of you so much, that you couldn't even answer without letting whines out between your words.

Before you could even register his question, he took your right leg and tossed it over his shoulder. You were laying on your side as he started thrusting into you in an insane pace again. The tension reformed itself again. The AC was so useless, you were sweating like shit. Your tied up hands grabbed on the sheet tightly, not letting go anytime soon.

Finally, he announced that he was close and that he would come inside you. You just nodded as your eyes rolled back into your head. A groan escaped his lips as he finally released. The warm liquid filled you up so good, each corner was full. Right after you spurted your cum out too. Your vision was hazy, nothing was recognizable. He stopped moving, but did not pull out. You two stood like that for a while, pants left eachothers mouths as steve finally let out a giggle.

He pulls out as he looks at how the cum was rolling down your thigh so prettily, no effort in stuffing it back in. Your eyes closed as you laid your head on the side You heard a 'click!' sounds coming from steve, which sounded like his iphone camera. He was taking pictures of your fucked up state. Somehow he always loved taking pictures of the stuff he did and was proud of. This being one of it.

He unbuckled the belt around your wrist and threw the belt on the bed. He stood up and carried you in his arms, bridal style. His arms were soft and comfortable to be in. He still smelled good after that sweaty sex. You knew he was gonna bath you and make you all clean again, so you just decided to drift off to sleep till y'all were even in the bathroom.

A little nap in steve's big arms won't hurt

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funtheysaid · 4 months

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IWTV 2x02 Initial Thoughts (Stream Of Consciousness)

- ooh the title card changed! I’ve been wanting to see the Eiffel Tower as a “fang” since season two was announced. WE IN PARIS BABY!

- ayooo three-way (interview) incoming

- Daniel’s “Paris sucks” aka “Paris is where my ex-bf is from and he sucks (dick), but not mine anymore, and no, I’m not bitter abt that, his city just fucking stinks (literally)”

- not two minutes in and Devil’s Minion is already flirting bickering

- ALICE MENTION alice!armand truthers are gon love that shit i just know

- “I’ll tell you what a woman is” That’s my sapphic-coded queen!!! 🕯️ pls S2 give me claudeleine 🕯️

- “Gauche” well, yes.

- Loumand: 🥰🥰 Daniel: 🙄 he‘s so second-hand embarrassed for them I can’t

- I mean, it’s crazy. What? We finish each other’s- I WAS WITH HIM FOR LONGER THAN LESTAT WAS WITH HIM WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN DANIEL PUT IT ON RECORD WEVE BEEN FUCKING FOR LIKE DOUBLE THE TIME …that’s what i…was….gonna say?

- Louis would be that faux-intellectual hipster who has his own darkroom full of overexposed and blurry, unfocused photos that are his “art” bc he took them on film (affectionate)

- Not claudia calling him out on it in the next scene “let me think I’m deeper than I am” okay honey you do you

- “She’s miserable but she doesn’t want to fuck with your too delusional left bank dilettante vibes” ahh the narrative foils are foiling, I see

- The show: Alice was pregnant, My dumb ass: OMEGAVERSE DEVILS MINION !?!?

- “joyfully joyless” MOOD.

- Claudia looking at Madeleine like “I don’t know if I want to be her or be with her” Dw babe it’s a rite of passage for all of us you’ll figure it out

- “Your French is ugly” 🥹👉👈 weally?

- “the dress for my body” LOOK I know what she meant, but I can’t help it that my mind is perverted

- LMFAO NOT GLORYHOLE PARK

- okay why Loumand playing with my heart “I will never harm you. And I never have” wtf wtf wtf

-Oh no the ole business card trick! we all know that’s Louis’ kryptonite he loves a man with credentials

- i like girls, but why is santiago kinda…

- Woah the Annika scene was really hard to watch which I think was the point but goddamn idk if I’ll be able to rewatch that part

- Estelle is my self-insert. I’m claiming her.

- “You both fucked Lestat!?!” HOW DID THEY KNOW WE WANTED HIM TO SAY THAT!?

- “He tasted of vermouth and annihilation” We both know you have no earthly idea what that man tastes like, Armand. Be so fucking fr right now.

- Did Armand just casually drop that he had a threesome with a father and son? I’m sorry, sir????

- “Now I know what two blood fat cocks slapping hands feel like” When I tell you my spirit left my body

- oh shit here we go. I’m a caged animal and it’s time for my weekly enrichment. give me my loustat.

- there’s a letter !?!? Wait wait I wasn’t ready for something like this wait stop stop please

- “all my love belongs to you. you are its keeper” just take me out back and shoot me at this point

- “it is a thin veil” fucking fuck why was that so romantic??

- the blood tears welling up in Lestat’s eyes I’m-

- “Rebound of my life” and in that moment, he spoke for the people

- WHAT IS HAPPENING???? Jesus Christ, they were talking about Alice and then it cuts to FUCKING ARMAND!?! This is not a drill. Everyone to your stations, this is not a drill.

- “You sold your Dad’s playboy magazines at recess” Hmmm? You’re telling me a “straight” teenage boy sold porno mags instead of keeping them for himself??? Yeah, I call gay on that one

- “she wanted to say yes” you motherfuckers.

- Oh shit Louis is pissy tonight rawr kitty got claws

- Devils minion girlies are thriving, skin glowing, hair silky, breath minty, pillow cold, stomach full, dreams sweet, and by Jove, we fucking deserve it !!!!

- daniel’s shaky “um- gulp” …….guys this is gonna sound crazy but i think there might actually be a god

- ooh the camera/photography being like a divide or barrier between Louis and his present situation. Like he wants to capture the moments, but only as if an onlooker and not a participant… interesting!

- “Who?” will never not be funny

- “Mon ami” in the same episode as “Mon Cher” FUCK ME GENTLY WITH A CHAINSAW

- “Armand for you” nah nah nah i changed my mind, you can do like Leatherface and shove that chainsaw in rough and hard

- Close up on Louis’ conflicted face, fire blazing behind him…. That’s not foreboding in any way. I’m sure they’ll all live happily ever after from now on :D

What a ride! Until next week! 🧛‍♂️🩸

#interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #iwtv season 2 #iwtv 2x02 #iwtv thoughts #iwtv musings #loustat #devils minion #claudeleine #iwtv spoilers #iwtv s2 #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #iwtv armand

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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A/N: sorry about the delay. Todays been hectic. This is day one of promptober

Prompt: meet cute

Warnings: none

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“Jesus- fuck!! Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Matty hissed, reflexively pulling his hand away, and dropping the remainder of the half empty coffee cup that had not spilled all over him in a splat against the pavement. He leaned against the car, his coffee-soaked gym clothes adhering to his skin.

“Good morning- umm, you need some help?”

He heard a bright voice from behind him and instantly make an effort to put on a smile before turning around. He’d assumed the young lady with the hefty-looking tote bag hanging off her shoulder was a fan. Probably coming over to ask for a quick selfie or an autograph before she’d caught him cursing under his breath. He never wanted his mood or mental state to ever taint a fans experience of him or rub off on anyone else. So, with open arms and deep breaths, he approached her, ready to put aside his troubles and be present in the moment.

“No, I’m just English, and…it’s October. Los Angeles weather makes no sense to me, and-“ when she looked puzzled, stepping away as he got closer, Matty realized she had no idea who he was. “Oh, god. Sorry. I’m a fuckin idiot, aren’t I?”

“I…don’t know you well enough to answer that.” She laughed. “But it does seem like you’re having a morning.”

“It’s just that I’ve rented this car. And it won’t turn on. And I went to pull out my phone, you know, to call the agency but- the coffee shop over there was out of lids, and-“ he gestured vaguely in the air.

She nodded along sympathetically. “Sounds awful; I’m sorry.”

“Thanks.”

“Well, I’ve got…hmm” she glance down at her phone, “fifty minutes. Okay that’s not bad. Let me help you out.”

“You don’t have to. It’s fine I’ll call someone and-“

“I’ve got somewhere you can get cleaned up and I know a guy who’s good with cars. C’mon.” She began walking up the street, taking for granted that Matty would follow her. So, he did.

***

“Let me- umm- help” Matty attempted to hold her tote bag for her as she wrangled her key into the door, but he was too late. She’d pried it open and walked inside.

“Welcome to my humble business.” She announced, feeling around the wall for the light switch. “We don’t behind open for another 45 minutes so please shut the door behind you.”

Matty made sure the “closed” sign was facing outwards before pushing the door shut.

“Alright, let’s see the damage that we’re working with here.” Her eyebrows raised, her head nodding towards his t shirt.

He pulled it over his head, slowly revealing his toned, tattooed torso. She couldn’t help but let her eyes linger for a moment, blushing involuntarily. He was beautiful.

“Thank you for this.” He muttered awkwardly.

“You bet.”

***

She’d finally emerged from the kitchen area of her bakery, smiling as she watched Matty pace around the room nervously. “You can sit down, you know.” She pointed towards one of the serving tables that still hand the chairs hanging upside-down from. “So, I have your t shirt soaking for a bit. I’ll dry it near the oven when it’s ready. But here you go. This is the car guy.”

“Thank you, really. You didn’t have to do all this.” Matty lowered a chair off the table, sinking into it and dialing the number she’d given him.

“Can I get you anything while you wait?”

Matty smiled, genuinely, for the first time this morning. “I could use some coffee actually. You know, one that isn’t being absorbed through the skin of my chest.”

She giggled. “How do you take your coffee? We’ve got fall flavors if you’d like a pumpkin spice.”

Matty rolled his eyes.

“Oh are you one of those men? You think pumpkin spice is girlie or gay or something? Lemme guess….you take your coffee black? Alright, grinch. One black coffee coming right up.”

By the time that she’d brought out his beverage, Matty had finished making his phone call.

“Here you go, sir.”

“Thank you- the grinch is for Christmas by the way. This is autumn.”

She giggled. “Whatever you say, grinch.”

“I never said I hate pumpkin spice.” Matty was on the defensive now. “I love it! It’s just- LA feels like summer. This…is not pumpkin spice weather. Feels wrong.”

“Okay so, you’re English. You hate LA. You…do jiujitsu- your stained shirt? It had the name of a martial arts academy printed on it - what else? You’re not actor are you?”

Matty sipped on his coffee. “Not an actor, no.”

“Thought so. You don’t look like one.”

Matty’s brows furrowed, he set down his coffee mug, resting his elbows on the table as he leaned in. “What’s that supposed to mean? Should I be offended?”

She chuckled, throwing her head back. “No. Trust me. You don’t wanna look like an actor in LA. They’re all over the place.”

“And you? Pumpkin spice is your full time job?” Matty winced at his own words. “Sorry that came out wrong. I’m a nice person, i promise. It’s the heat!”

She shook her head, smiling. “I’m really passionate about pumpkin spice.” She glanced down at her phone, then at the block-long line forming outside.

“Fuck! Oh shoot, shoot, shoot!!!” She jumped to her feet, rushing into the kitchen. “Unlock that door and let people in, would you?”

***

A shirtless Matty had found himself the host of LA’s finest caffeine- deprived bakery customers, eventually settling into his role by finding an apron to cover his nipples with, and working the cash register.

“Thank you for coming, enjoy that muffin, Pamela.” He smiled as the ancient lady with the cane eyed him from head to toes, winking at his biceps. “Watch your step now. Don’t want you falling. You’ve had enough knee surgeries for your age.”

He walked away from the counter once the first morning rush had died down, going into the kitchen. “I don’t think the scones are selling too well. Should I- I think we could start giving some away. With a purchase of large sized beverages.”

She stared at him, her mouth agape. It was difficult to focus on being dumbfounded by him when all she could think about is how beautiful his hair was, and how tightly that apron wrapped around him.

“I’m Matty, by the way.” He stuck his hand out for a handshake.

“Hmm?”

“Don’t think we’ve been properly introduced- like, officially.”

***

“Here you go. T shirt is now coffee free. And wearable again.”

“Sick!”

To her great disappointment, he undid the apron, pulling it off his body and replacing it with his original t shirt.

“Thanks for helping out. I feel bad though. Cuz, like, you could’ve been out there. Dealing with your car situation.”

“Oh, my car was fixed hours ago.”

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violetspots1 · 4 months

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Part 2 to that Welcome Home Incorrect Quotes post I made, like, a year ago. Wow how productive of me.

Poppy: Good morning.

Julie: Good morning.

Eddie: Good morning.

Barnaby: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Sally: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!

Barnaby, holding in their laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?

Frank: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language.

Barnaby:

Barnaby: Water you doing?

Julie, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.

Frank: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

Wally: Good. Thanks, dad.

Poppy: You just called Eddie “dad”. You just said “thanks, dad.”

Wally: What? No, I didn’t. I said “thanks, man”.

Eddie: Do you see me as a father figure, Wally?

Wally: No. If anything I see you as a bother figure ‘cause you’re always bothering me.

Howdy: Hey! Show your father some respect!

Howdy: *on the phone* Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference.

Howdy: Anyways, you said Wally is enjoying finger painting! That's great.

Eddie: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby.

Wally: What baby?

Eddie, crying a bit: Me.

Wally: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Ohio!

Howdy: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

Frank, looking at a selfie of Wally's: I hate this photo.

Wally: I’m cute as fuck in that photo! I’m smiling kindly.

Frank: You’re not smiling kindly; you look like you’re up to something.

Wally: Up to kindness.

*at a zoo*

Julie: What are they in for?

Frank: Julie, this isn't prison.

Julie: So they can leave?

Frank: No, but-

Julie, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

Poppy: Fine! Judge all you want but...

Poppy, points at Sally: Married a lesbian.

Poppy, points at Julie: Left a man at the altar.

Poppy, points at Wally: Fell in love with a gay ice dancer.

Poppy, points at Barnaby: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.

Poppy, points at Howdy: Lives in a box!

Julie: Frank and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.

Frank: We what?

Wally: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.

Barnaby:

Barnaby: I like you.

Eddie: I think I'm falling for you.

Frank: Then get up.

Julie: Why do you act like we’re three year olds?

Frank, exasperated: WHY?!?

Frank points at Barnaby: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR!

Frank points at Wally: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK!

Frank points at Julie: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!

Frank: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

Howdy: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Frank: Oh. We're going out?

Howdy: Wh…

Wally: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*

Wally: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

Sally: I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks.

Howdy: Ducks can’t eat lightbulbs?

Barnaby: I think that’s the point.

Sally: Exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them.

Julie: Wasn't icarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo?

Frank: ICARUS?

*at an awards show*

Poppy: Can I carry you on my back like Eddie did?

Wally: I don't think Barnaby would like that.

Poppy: *pouts*

*Later*

Poppy: *carrying Wally on their back*

Barnaby: What the hell??

Wally: What was I supposed to do? Say no?

Frank: I have very high standards, you know.

Eddie: I can make spaghetti...

Frank: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!

Wally: I’ve been here in jail so long I think I’ve lost my mind.

Wally: The days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months.

Wally: How long have I been in here now? Almost a year?

Barnaby: This is Monopoly.

Wally: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Barnaby: *crouches down*

Frank: *kneels down*

Poppy: *sits on the floor*

Wally:

Wally: I hate all of you.

*Sally is crying after a breakup*

Eddie: There there, Sally.

Sally, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?

Eddie: Great question—

Barnaby, knocking on the door: Howdy, open up!

Howdy: It all started when I was a kid.

Barnaby: That’s not what I-

Sally: Let them finish!

Julie, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group.

Julie: War is heck!

Sally: What’s it like being tall?

Sally: Is it nice?

Sally: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Poppy: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Wally: It was one time!

Howdy: Last night I found out Barnaby is a sleep talker.

Poppy: Oh, really?

Howdy: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.

Wally: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey!

Poppy: But I'm a vegan.

Wally: Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.

Howdy: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.

Sally: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...

Julie: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Eddie: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.

Barnaby: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Wally: Mental stability, my old friend!

Howdy: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

Frank, looking over Wally’s shoulder: You can draw?

Wally, stopping what they were doing: You can speak?

Wally, near tears: Please, Neighbor, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!

Julie: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved. Frank has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for them.

Eddie: By forcing them to have fun at a party that they don’t want to be at?

Julie: I knew you’d understand.

Wally: Julie noticed only today that they can label their email inboxes, but they took apart their entire bloody laptop two weeks ago.

Sally: This reminds me of the Julie who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi.

Wally: I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Julie.

Julie: What do I get?

Sally: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death.

Julie: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one.

Sally: It won't be you.

Julie: I'll get my coat.

Wally: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints.

Barnaby: What hints have you given them?

Wally: Well, I think about them a lot.

Wally: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.

Poppy: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Julie: How can you still say that?

Poppy: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Julie: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.

Barnaby, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.

Wally: I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.

Julie, holding a scooter: Poppy! Can I go outside and play with this?

Poppy: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay?

Julie, running outside: Thanks Poppy!

Poppy, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!

Sally: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...

Frank: I just wanna fucking marry Eddie!!

Eddie: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Julie: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Wally: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Sally: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

Frank: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.

Frank, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

I did it :D

#welcome home #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #julie joyful #frank frankly #sally starlet #eddie dear #howdy pillar #poppy partridge #incorrect quotes

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 1 year

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#369

“Hey boy. Come here. I know I told you to stop following me around. I didn’t mean it. Shh shh. No, stay here. Nobody is nearby, so we can talk… for now. Sorry I got nervous back there. I usually don’t mess around when my wife was twenty or thirty feet away. But damn, you couldn’t keep your eyes off my cock while I was pissing at the urinal. It’s been a long time, and I couldn’t resist getting a fag on my dick. And damn you did a good job. You know, I’m just going to say this. I want more….

“You live around here?... That close? So, you probably walked here? Can’t say I blame ya with this parking nightmare. You live alone?... Good.

“Hold on. I need to text my wife…

“OK. Look. It’s been years since I used a fag. And a decade or two since I really used a fag and used them hard core. Lubbock doesn’t have much of a gay scene. Finding a fag wanting to throat me, that just doesn’t happen anymore ever since I stopped going to Mackenzie Park a few years ago. I went for a blowjob, and walked in on a cop arresting a fag for cruising. Haven’t gone back since.

“Wait a minute, didn’t you used to go to the park?... You were one of my favorites…. Oh you remember? Wait a minute… Wait a minute… Is that why you were following me around the flea market?... Oh that’s too much. I remember I used to skull fuck you, and you begged for more…. I forgot just how wild you queers can be.

“Back when I was in the Corps—oh man—whenever I had leave, I would drive up from San Diego to Los Angeles. I would go to this sex club in my service uniform. The fags there would see me and throw themselves at my feet. I learned early on that you fags are into some twisted shit. I really got into just how depraved how fags would get just to serve a Marine in uniform.

“How about you? You into twisted shit?... I know you like to get skull fucked, but I’m talking about sweat and piss and spit. Discipline and worship. Shit like that.

“Good. Good. When you were on your knees in the toilet begging to drink ‘Daddy’s load,’ I could tell it was natural role for you, just as it was easy for me to slip into that alpha supremacy role.

“…Good news. My wife text me back. She’s going to be shopping for a few more hours. I told her that I’ll be back to pick her up when she’s done. So let’s go back to your place. Get in.

“You will direct me where to go…. What’s your name, son?... Lachlan. Nice name. I like ‘Faggot.’ That sounds better. I’m ‘Sir’ to you. No, keep calling me ‘Daddy.’ I like that…. Which way?

“Slide over here next to me. Snuggle up next to your dad. Oh man. You naturally fit there, son. Go ahead, let your hand run where it wants to. You’ll see what grade-A 100% Texas masculine beef feels like.

“Son, which house is yours?... Uh, I kinda like ‘Son’ over ‘Faggot’ for your name.

“Ok. When we go in, you are to strip naked for me. You understand that son? Do you have any whisky? Good. Pour me a double over ice. Lead the way.

“…Nice place. Good thing you live alone?... You should be stripping…. And my whisky?... I’ll be here getting my Corona Gorda cigar going….

“…Mmmm. Fuck. Set the glass down there…. Before you get down on your hands and knees, let me see your naked body. Turn around. Mmmmm, nice ass. I’m looking forward to cunting it in a bit. Since I shot a load in your belly already at the Flea Market, my second load will take some time. I can go for hours.

“But first, this bull daddy is going to enjoy a cigar and whisky. And you can begin your worship of me. Lick them boots.

“Fuck yeah. Let me tell you how to lick a man’s boot. Your tongue needs to travel over every square inch. At no time should your tongue detach from my boot for more than a second. I should also feel tongue pressure pretty much all the time. When you lick the sole, look up at me. Nothing gets me boned up like seeing a faggot connect with this superior while doing something so submissive.

“Fuck, I miss this. Before moving back to Texas, I used to own this faggot from Irvine that I met at that sex club. He was on the way home from work. I would walk through his front door. He would have a cigar and ice-cold Scotch waiting for me. He would be on all fours waiting. I would kick back and kick him and fuck him and use him. When I moved back to Lubbock, I tried to get him to move out here to be my fag on the side.

“Move to the other boot.

“You interested in that? You want to be my fag? You know what? You are a faggot through and through. Let me say that again. You want to be my son, Son?

“Good. I may be 55, but I have the sex drive of a 15-year-old. Expect to be used two or three times a week. Who am I kidding, at least for the near future, I will be over here every day to drain my balls.

“You do realize that you are submitting to my control and ownership. No more other men for you, at least not unless I order you to. Now, I’m not going to give up other fags for you, not that I have many faggots to pick from.

“You also need to understand, I ain’t leaving my wife. Not now. Not ever. It would be very wise for you to never to mention her.

“Do you have sex furniture of any type? Sling, fuck bench, rimseat? No. What about restraints, dildoes, and so on? No. What kind of faggot are you?

“Ha! Just teasing you there. Next week I need to go to Dallas for an overnight. You will come with me and be my bitch for the trip. We need to buy some toys. A fuck bench, a rimseat—you do eat ass right?

“You better. Your tongue is going to be very intimate with my shithole. That is the only thing that goes into my hole. Don’t you ever try anything else.

“We’ll also get some restraints, gags, and so on. Whips and… You ever been beaten? No? Well good. I finally get something to break you in. You’ll be living under Daddy’s belt and whip. I broke in the fag back in Irvine. He loved it.

“I need to get my whips out of storage, if I still even have it. I’m going to do one hell of a number to your ass.

“…Did you just say ‘Thank you Sir’?

“Help me take these boots off…. Pants too…. I want a relaxing blowjob.

“…Ahhh that’s better. Get up here, son, and give your daddy a kiss…. Not a peck like that. Here… That’s how you kiss, with lots of tongue. Taste the cigar? That’s how a real man from Texas tastes.

“Give me some head. I was going to belt and fuck your ass, but I think I’m going to just chill here…. Your mouth feels real good. Keep sucking until I tell you to stop. If I should fall asleep, keep sucking. If I have to piss, I won’t warn you, just drink it.

“Son, I’m glad you stalked me earlier. This is going to be good. I know it is.”

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siremasterlawrence · 2 months

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The Sensationalization Of Mayor Chris

The Mayoral candidate Christopher Michael Evan Robert’s is enjoying time with his family as the window opens up letting the air flow into the air and tussle his hair as it flew past him. His cellphone ring’s extraordinarily loudly in to the room causing him shake as he never heard a sound like that before and swiftly saves his cellphone from gravity and a collision with the floor. The minutes he picks it up something felt so awful as he places his ears to the cellphone, pressing play as a weird eerie sound emits erupting full force. His eyes are the tell tale sound going white, blank, and void of all things draining him of his soul, his eyes roll back into the socket closing and falling back into a bar stool. A powerful voice strained odd voice is calling into his ears demanding him to obey me and succumb to my will as always he can’t move a single limp on my pleasant.

“Wwwwhhhhhooooo…..is this?”

“Your lord and Master”

“Do I know you ? I don’t work for you “

“Yes you do! Think about it”

“This is ridiculous…why can’t I…”

“Hang up? Lmao”

“Yyyyeeesss”

“Hear my voice “

“Your echo is….”

“Beautiful “

“Do you love me?”

“The feelings are flooding “

“Overwhelming “

“You love me”

“YES!”

“I have a wife and a fam”

“Ssssshhhhh…you single and gay “

“Master Lawrence! Hey babe”

“You might want to turn on the television “

“Why sir?

“Your Mayoral run is over”

“Master Lawrence “

“Zip it “

“Fuck off!

“SILENCE you Neanderthal”

“Sorry but…”

“But what?”

“You despise government “

“I despise government “

“I will serve My Master only “

“With exhausting efforts “

“I will make it a easy win”

“How can you do this?”

“Who am I?l

“My Master “

“That’s all you need to know”

“Master Lawrence! They are in full force.” Chris says to me.

“I am an aware boi!” His Master states from his computer room.

“How would you?” Chris stood perplex.

“I am in your head, in your home and I am everywhere.” The man states.

“Wait! Are you here?” Chris asks in excitement.

“What would you do if I were?” He questions

“I would leap off the floor and bow.” Chris yells.

“Bow to who?” The man asks.

“You of course “ he utters proudly

“Good boi!” I say watching him melt.

“You love the sound of my voice.” The voice calls outward.

“I would follow you anywhere” he continues

“I’ll do anything “ he sweetly adds.

“I need you right now! Please come” he begs .

“I am in your house “ the man replies

“I am waiting with bells on” Chris shouts

“I am coming down the stairs” the man says

“I’ll walk to you “ Chris speaks holding onto his heart.

“Give me a hug” Chris opens his arms wide

“You smell good Slave “ he grabs Chris in the moment.

“I am so thrilled, hard and in disbelief “

“What’s going on in that rock for brains?”

“Everything you say, I am in love “

“With me?”

“My ultimate desire “

“My greatest wish “

“I move to your orders”

The counts go off without a hitch giving way to a smooth landslide into office but Chris could care less as he has something so much better in this world and it is all due to me. I am the radiate sunshine in his life lighting up everything that’s consumes and totally surrounds him in his life nothing else could ever compare but I am his Master Lawrence for life. His eyes start to spin changing from black and white to color like a television set on the bunk and comes to turning his pupils all blue and his hands are now wrapping onto me groping my ass.

His hands are very active intact way too active ripping part of his shirt to get to the meat laying below and his has check me over watching his body as if it is a fine piece of art. He is like fine wine being uncorked from the bottle as the scent floats into the air hitting his nostrils and tickles his nose making him swoon at the fact I am stand in his presence. Our lips touching slowly as we grip each other intensely his body is on fire, burning up from inside causinghim to lose himself and knowing full wellbecause I rule the roost.

“FUCK!”

“I love you “

“I love you too”

“You don’t understand “

“Tell me “

“You can’t fathom how I feel”

“Educated guess?”

“Please try”

“Hold me Master Lawrence “

The end

#chris evans #mastering #hypnosis #mind control #reprogramming #hypno slave #hypno submission #mind control slaves #mayor

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softhairedhotch · 8 months

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If this is not something you’re comfortable with writing please ignore it.

The reader (trans man) coming out to Hotch, after a case that has caused their dysphoria to become worse. Whether it’s a victim who was trans or a bigoted unsub and it makes them visibly angry and upset to deal with.

Ideally it would have a happy ending but the rest can be as angsty or not as you would like.

thank you for the request, i really hope i did it justice <3 it didn't come out as angsty as i thought, it's pretty sweet tbf. it's not really what i wanted to do which this idea but i couldn't think of anything else and didn't wanna keep you waiting :')

aaron hotchner x trans male reader

after a case involving murdered trans kids and a transphobic cop, you come out as trans to aaron.

warnings/content: mentions of transphobia/hate crimes, feeling unloved and unworthy, deep conversations, coming out, love confessions and kissing

word count: 1.6k

also on ao3!

what about today?

“Agent.”

You paused, Aaron's soft voice surprising you. Taking a deep breath, you turned around and forced a smile. “Yes, Sir?”

Aaron's eyes swept over your features as he slightly tilted his head. He opened his mouth, struggled to make a sound, and closed it. “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn't I be?”

He sighed. “Sit down. Please.” You nodded and stepped toward the chair in front of his desk but he shook his head. “On the couch.”

Realisation slowly dawned on you–this conversation wasn't going to be easy. Either you had to lie and tell him the case didn't affect you mentally, that it didn't remind you how ignorant and full of hatred people can be towards others like you, and pray he didn't see through the cracks in your armour, or you told him the truth. And the truth, no matter how hard, felt like the right choice in the end.

But whatever happened, you knew it couldn't happen in his office. You trusted him with your life but you couldn't be sure how he'd react. Taking a deep breath, you quietly asked, "Can we go somewhere else?”

Aaron tilted his head. "Like where?"

"I don't know," you shrugged, wringing your hands together. "A bar?"

If Aaron was confused, he didn't say anything. Instead, he moved from behind his desk and reached out to gently grab your elbow, leading you out of the office.

As you parked the car, Aaron eyed the area with interest. His eyes, shining in the low light of a street lamp nearby, flickered over the entry of the bar. He observed the gaggle of women huddled away in the smoking area, all sharing a cigarette, then the two drag queens giggling away at an inside joke, and finally the security guard who stood at the door with a pin that proudly exclaimed ‘love is love’. “A gay bar,” he mused. “It looks nice. Do you come here often?”

“When I need to clear my head and feel a little less alone, yes.”

He smiled. “You ready to go inside?”

You took a deep breath and nodded. A few people called out to you as you made your way to your usual seat, waving with grins that you matched, although it didn't quite reach your eyes. The bartender waggled his eyebrows at you when he spotted Aaron and you bit back a laugh. Aaron slid into the booth opposite yours and gave you a polite smile, patiently waiting for you to speak.

“So you're probably wondering why I brought you here.”

Aaron shrugged. “Because you have something you want to say and you feel as if being in a public space surrounded by people you trust will make it easier?”

You opened your mouth to answer but no sound came out. “I… What happened to not profiling each other?”

“Not a profile,” he smiled, glancing away for only a moment. “Just an observation.”

“Well, you're right. Uh, I wanted to explain why this case affected me more than most.”

Aaron sighed and leaned forward, reaching out for you as if to take your hands in his. At the last second, however, he changed his mind and pulled away, standing up instead. You stared at him with your eyebrows knitted together as he moved to your side, sliding in beside you. When he was settled, his knee bouncing against yours, only then did he speak. “You never have to explain yourself. Not to me. I just wanna make sure you're okay.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest and if your heart wasn't already beating a mile a minute, it was now. Tenfold, actually, and your hands shook in your lap as you gave Aaron a tentative smile. “I appreciate that, Hotch. But this… I need to.” His eyes found yours and you lost yourself for a moment. Smiling, he glanced away, giving you time to collect your thoughts with no pressure, and for that you were grateful. Taking a deep breath, you began. “I thought I'd be okay with the case because, well, I've seen stuff like this everywhere. I see it online or on the news more often than not; it's something we can never get away from. Violence against people who are, are different, that don't conform. We've seen it before, too, on cases. People in this community have been murdered for as long as time.”

You paused, taking another shaky breath, and for a moment it felt like time slowed to a stop and you couldn't breathe. Aaron turned to give you a smile, small but genuine, and reached out for your trembling hand. “It's okay,” he whispered, interlocking your fingers. “I'm here.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back, squeezing his hand in return. Instead of pulling away immediately like you thought he would, he shuffled even closer so that your thighs and shoulders were pressed completely together. It gave you the courage you needed. “So when we were on that case with those… those little boys who only wanted peace and happiness, who wanted to be loved, who just wanted–needed–help and never got it from the people that should have been there for them… and when that cop said that they deserved it because they were different, because they were trans…” Aaron tensed beside you. “Something inside me broke. I felt like a kid again being told that I'd never be loved because of who I am.”

“Because of your sexuality?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. The hand in your lap felt like a weighted blanket, something that brought comfort, and it allowed you to breathe out your next words. “Because of my identity. Because I'm trans, too.”

Aaron didn't flinch. He didn't pull away, he didn't breathe, and he didn't make a sound. You immediately thought the worst–that he was disgusted in you but couldn't bring it in himself to react. Hesitantly, you slowly began pulling your hand from his, unwinding your fingers. But before you could pull your hand completely away, he tightened his grip and pulled your combined hands into his own lap. The rough pad of his thumb slid across your knuckles, his touch featherlight but filled with a tenderness that had your heart leaping into your throat.

His other hand gently cupped your cheek, large and warm and firm, and angled your head up so that your eyes connected with his. Instead of disgust, all you found was acceptance. “Listen to me,” he said, voice hushed as if you were in a library. Despite the excited bustle surrounding you, music so loud it was almost disorientating, all you could focus on was him. His tongue flitted out and swept across his bottom lip nervously before he continued. “This doesn't change how I see you. You're still you, okay? And you always will be.” He gave you a sad smile. “And you have every right to be upset. Every right. What that cop said… I wish you hadn't heard it, I really do, but more importantly I wish he hadn't said it, or even thought it. I wish many others didn't share the same views, too, because you… you don't deserve that.”

“No one does,” you replied.

“No one does,” he repeated. “But you… Oh, you. I'm sorry that someone thought it was their right to tell you that you could never be loved because it's not true. Not in the slightest.” His thumb gently swiped over your cheekbone. “You are so, so loved.”

You gave him a weak smile. “I know. But not in the way I want to be. I don't think I'll ever get that.”

It was as if you could see the reflection of Aaron's heart breaking in his eyes. He gave you a sad look, not one of pity but of understanding, and nodded. “You will.”

“Maybe one day.”

“What about today?��

Your breath caught in your throat. “What?”

He hesitated, his gaze dropping low to your lips before finding your eyes again, and his head moved hardly an inch closer. If you weren't so close already, you wouldn't have noticed. But now you were keenly aware of his breath mixing with yours, the way your combined hands slotted together perfectly, how the comforting and familiar smell of him washed over you, and how his eyes shone with acceptance and love.

“I…” Aaron started, trailing off in uncertainty. It's the only time you've ever seen him truly nervous. He licked his lips again and it took all your strength not to surge forward and press yours against his. “I love you.”

All that strength disappeared the moment those words left his trembling mouth and, before you knew it, you were kissing him. Mind completely silent, body losing all sensation except for where his body met yours, you felt like you were floating. His grip loosened on both your hand and face for hardly a moment before he held you twice as hard and kissed you back. It wasn't romantic by any means, the kiss feeling like a game of catch-up you had no idea how long had been in motion, lips and teeth and tongues clashing frantically, but it had your blood rushing in your ears and the world disappearing around you.

When you pulled back for air, Aaron remained still. His lips were still slightly pursed, as if trapped in a memory he never wanted to escape, and his eyes were closed, a slight red tinge to his cheeks. He looked peaceful. He looked beautiful.

As you admired him, the words slipped from your mouth with ease. “I love you too.”

#aaron hotchner x trans male reader #aaron hotchner x male reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #cas writes #aaron hotchner fanfic #x reader #x transmasc reader #x trans male reader #reader insert

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artificial-transmutations · 1 year

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Two sides of the same coin: First time at the sex shop

Mason was feeling uncomfortable. Even though he was gay, he was raised pretty conservatively, and thus, he had never been in a sex shop in all of his 26 years. Even the name: sex shop.

Not that there was anything wrong with it. It just made Mason feel a little weird, like he shouldn't be here, and that someone might walk in and ask him what he was doing here. Or that someone saw him in here who knew him. But as much as he was feeling uncomfortable, he also felt very curious, like he wanted to see what kind of things people bought in here, and, perhaps, even buy something himself.

While Mason has been out for some years now, he didn't find a boyfriend yet. Of course, being as uptight as he was raised, the thought of casual or anonymous sex using apps or the like wasn't an option for. So, his sexual experiences were pretty much limited to the occasional porn movie and, of course, his left hand (Mason was left handed).

Since he felt more and more dissatisfied with the experience, he had nurtured the idea of buying some... helpful gadgets. The thought alone made his head redden. The whole idea was so dirty and... wrong.

"Good evening, sir!" a voice sounded through the room, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Mason turned his head to look at the counter, only to see a young man looking back at him. He didn't look bad, had styled hair and a black shirt, with the upper two buttons unbuttoned.

"Can I help you find anything? My name is Dexter, and I'm happy to help you!" The clerk asked in a friendly tone.

"No, I'm okay", Mason said in an unsure voice. "I just..."

"Ah, you just want to look around. Okay, feel free! Let me know if I can be of any help!"

Even though Dexter had been extremely friendly, Mason felt even more uncomfortable. He quickly looked into the next best shelf besides him, only to find female lingerie on artificial boobs. Not what he was looking for. He wanted to quickly walk away, when he found something else on the shelf as well: A small sparkling coin that didn't look like it belonged here. Mason quickly pocketed it in order to give it to the clerk later.

As he walked away from the thin bras, he felt a bit disoriented. Which parts of the store were meant for gay men, and what areas were meant for women and straight people?

He could surely ask the helpful shop assistant, but in the process, Mason would need to out himself as gay. The thought was ridiculous. Mason wasn't in the closet about his sexuality, and he was pretty sure that a guy who worked at a sex store was asked worse questions than where the gay stuff was.

Nervously, he approached the clerk.

"Uhm, sorry!", Mason began, "but where should I look for... you know... men's stuff?"

The other man looked at him for a moment, then smiled again.

"Don't worry, I'll show you!", he answered in a kind voice and walked to the other side of the store, to the back, where all the male products were displayed.

"So, what are you looking for exactly? Condoms?"

"Oh no, I have those. Or rather, I don't need any right now. It's more...", Mason stumbled. How was he supposed to put this? "It's more about the... toys."

Dexter seemed to understand immediately.

"Oh, sure! Come with me!"

Dexter took him to a section on the wall filled with various dildos, butt plugs and other strange devices Mason had never heard of. He didn't even know the name of most of the stuff, let alone how to use them.

Apparently, Dexter picked up on his lost look and laughed in a friendly tone.

"Don't worry, I see you're probably new to all this. Let's start at the beginning. Are you looking for something for the back or the front?"

"Ehm... what's the difference?" Mason asked. He didn't understand the question and was feeling uncomfortable and hot and was sweating under his clothes.

"Well, there are butt plugs and dildos and a variety of vibrators that go into your ass. And then, of course, there are cock rings, flesh lights and so on to stimulate your penis." Dexter talked about this as if it was the most normal thing in the world, which was both confusing and attractive to Mason. In fact, the whole situation was made a bit worse by the fact that Dexter was really good looking!

"Uhm... " the thought of stuffing something into his ass sounded frightening, so he answered: "The front, in that case. What are these... fleshlights?".

"They are big fun", answered Dexter nonchalantly. "You can put them on your cock and feel like you are fucking someone, or like someone is sucking you off. There are models that look like an ass, or models that look like a mouth. Here." He showed Mason one of the latter, a black cylinder with a plastic mouth.

"Uh, okay. But how do they feel? Can I try it?" Mason had absolutely no idea why he asked the last part. Of course not, that was ridiculous.

As expected, Dexter shook his head. "Sadly, no, that wouldn't be very hygienic. But I assure you, they feel a lot like a blowjob."

"Oh, okay. Uhm. The thing is, I don't know how *that* feels, too..." Mason said. Why did he keep talking? That really wasn't the shop assistants business.

Dexter blinked before smiling again. He looked through the otherwise empty store and said: "I think I can help you with that, if you like."

"What?" Mason asked, surprised. Did he just offer to... what? What did that mean?

"A blowjob." The shop assistant explained. "If you like, I can give you one. Just sit down over there." He pointed at the nearby chairs.

Mason was so shocked by the sudden turn of events that he just mechanically obeyed, and before he knew it, he was sitting in front of the other man, who smiled and reached for Mason's fly. "May I?" he asked politely, and as Mason nodded, he unzipped Mason's pants and pulled them down along with his underwear.

Mason's cock was already hard, partly because of the situation and partly because Dexter was really his type.

"Oh, you have a pretty dick!" Dexter said and looked at it for a while before wrapping his lips around it.

Mason gasped in surprise. This was just... intense. This was something else entirely.

Dexter stopped for a moment and looked up at Mason. "Now, try to imagine it's not me sucking you off right now, but you're using a fleshlight instead. Just think of me as a fleshlight."

Mason nodded. He couldn't say he had tried a lot of stuff, but the idea wasn't bad. It sounded kind of sexy.

As Dexter was back to sucking his cock, he imagined that it was his cock in that cylinder-mouth-thing, and that Dexter was an empty hole. Automatically, he raised his left hand to the back of Dexter's head and supported his movements with careful pushes.

Suddenly, Mason felt the need to use his hands more freely, to grab the other man's head and move it along with his hips. So, he did. Dexter let out a low moan and bobbed his head faster.

It felt incredibly! With his right hand, Mason quickly discarded his shirt and his pants, completely forgetting where he was. He was getting more and more relaxed about the whole situation as well - so, what if someone saw him? There's nothing to it to receive a blowjob? It was like he was using a fleshlight, in a sex shop. Perfectly normal, at least for him! Sure, his friends sometimes called him a pervert, but he didn't see it that way. He was just living his life!

As Mason looked down, Dexter had changed a lot. His whole body had shrunk in on himself and pretty much all that was left was his head that Mason face fucked with joy. With each thrust, the thing that had once been Dexter, the shop assistant, changed more and more, becoming black and cylindrical, with a plastic texture on the outside. Finally, as the fleshlight's changes had finished, Mason threw back his head and moaned loudly, spilling his cum into the plastic toy.

After recovering for a few seconds, Mason removed the toy from his cock with a wet sound. It was modelled after a man's perpetually open mouth, just waiting for someone to stick his cock in again. It was a great product, really. Mason left the money for it on the counter (he was here so often and knew the owner, so this was okay) and pulled on his pants again before leaving the shop.

Mason couldn't wait until he gets home for round two. Perhaps he'd even start in the car.

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#two sides of the same coin #male transformation #inanimate transformation

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detectivestucks · 6 months

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The Anbu Captain XIII

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Akio reevaluates his situation with you causing you and Kakashi to have an argument. Lord Hiruzen summons him giving him unexpected news.

Warnings: NSFW, biting, nipple play, anal play, butt plug, collar kink, unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 6.2k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Part 12 New here? Check out Part 1

“Lord Third, I beg you! Kakashi is not suited for the Anbu anymore.” Gai bows before Hiruzen honoring him while he pleads for his best friend.

“Is that so?” The wise Hokage tips his head to the side while the end of his pipe rests between his lips.

“Please, he was so close to being pulled from the darkness.”

“Whatever do you mean, Gai?”

“Lord Hiruzen, surely you know. There is a young woman, he loves her but because of the darkness the Anbu must live in, he let her go. He needs her, Lord Third.” in dramatic fashion, Gai’s eyes leak tears over your lost relationship. When he heard, he was heartbroken.

“When exactly did this happen?”

“Five weeks ago, Sir”

Lord Hiruzen presses his lips together in a firm line. It was as he thought. “Thank you for your concern Gai.”

“But Lord Third!-”

Gai’s objection was cut off by a stern look from the old man before he faced defeat and turned to leave, fearing he had not done justice by his best friend and rival.

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You sit in your office Monday morning, excited for the day and to see Akio after your magical date over the weekend. You felt at peace after all that misery. Finally, you could breathe and feel a semblance of normality. Only, Akio doesn’t make his morning trip to your office. It’s no matter. A bit strange but you don’t feel fazed. You decide to take an early lunch and run to the cafe down the street, buying two coffees. You hurry back to headquarters and this time knock on Akio’s open office door.

“Hey babe!”

The words felt strange on your lips but what else did you expect from a new relationship? Akio keeps his eyes trained down on his desk. You would’ve thought he was ignoring you except the rest of him froze when he heard your voice.

“Akio?”

You walk towards his desk, setting the coffees down and grabbing his jaw, tilting his head up to face you. An audible gasp leaves your lips as you look upon his face. A swirling vortex of purple, yellow, and blue bruising covers his eyelids and the bridge of his nose, a tell tale sign it had been broken.

“Wh-what happened?!”

“What do you think happened?” He grumbled with spite in his voice. You were hurt and thrown off guard. The current mood between you was a far cry from where you left off this weekend.

“What do you mean?”

“When were you going to tell me that your ex boyfriend is Cold Blooded Kakashi?”

Your eyes widen in horror. No.

“Don’t call him that.” you whisper, still shell shocked by Kakashi’s actions but feeling the need to defend him nonetheless. So many emotions were flowing through you at this moment. Anger towards Kakashi for interfering with your happiness, excitement that he still cares, reassurance that the breakup was hard on him too, despair at the thought of him ruining your budding relationship. Then the sound of Akio’s voice pulls you out of your fog.

“Answer me Y/N. When were you going to warn me that your ex is the most dangerous man in the village?”

You were surprised by the harshness of his voice. “I… I assumed you already knew” you admit sheepishly.

“And you didn’t think that it was important to verify that I knew what I was getting into?!”

“What does that mean?!”

“It means a little warning would’ve been nice before I got jumped leaving your house!”

“How was I supposed to know he’d go and do this?! He broke up with me!” your voice starts to rise as you throw a small tantrum. “And forgive me for assuming you knew but I accidentally became a minor celebrity because of my relationship with him! I couldn’t step out of the house without being quizzed about being the Copy Ninja’s girlfriend! Seeing as we are colleagues and friends I assumed you were aware of the idle gossip surrounding my dating life. I mean come on! You only asked me out again because you heard from someone that I was single!”

You were mad. But truthfully, not at him. Though it sure felt like it at that moment. You huff frustrated at him. After a few heavy breaths fill the silence between you two, you lower your chin and ask him in a small whisper,

“So where does this leave us?”

Akio turns his head to the side, unable to look you in the eye. “I like you, a lot… but no relationship is worth compromising my safety. I’m sorry but I don’t want to continue seeing you.”

You feel the tears well in your lash line. You don’t even say a word before turning on your heel and leaving.

The coffees are left forgotten on his desk as you rush back to the comfort of your office. Your face once more buried in the scrolls as tears drip off the tip of your nose in a vain attempt to distract yourself. Akio’s rejection stinging you, tearing open the fresh wound of your failed relationship with Kakashi. Alone once more…

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You are at home cooking when you feel it. Eyes are watching you. You put down your knife and go write on a piece of paper. You pick it up and silently tape it to your window

I know you’re watching me. If you have something to say come inside and talk

You go back to chopping when you see Kakashi skillfully crawl through the window.

“What do you want, Kakashi?” You try to say it coldly but it doesn’t quite come out right. The hurt in your voice is still very apparent.

“You were disloyal.”

“Dis-disloyal?! Are you kidding me?! We’re not dating!” you feel the anger rip through you. Your well of emotions overflowing from the mix of disappointment, abandonment, anger, and hurt. “You left me! You broke up with me! There is no relationship to have loyalty towards!”

“You are forbidden from seeing any men.”

He states it so matter of factly, it knocks you off your feet.

“I’m what?!” You ask incredulously. “If you care so much about me dating anyone else then why don’t you just admit that you want to be together?!” You feel the tears gather on your waterline for a second time today.

“I don’t want to get back together.”

Liar. Why else would you care?

“So let me get this straight!” Your voice starts to escalate and you begin to shout at him, “You refuse to be with me but I’m not allowed to attempt to move on and be with anyone else?!”

Kakashi, stern with his answer, responds “Yes”

“So no matter what I do, I end up alone.” You huff, folding your arms and looking at the ceiling in one last vain attempt to try and hold back your tears. You lick your teeth, trying to gain your composure. “You went ahead and decided that I have to be alone. For the rest of my life, alone.” You can’t hold it back anymore, tears freely pour down your cheeks, your hands becoming animated as you speak. “You know what, Kakashi, I never asked for this. Any of it. All I did was trip in front of you! You’re the one who pursued me. You’re the one who followed me. You’re the one who spied on me!”

His face was severe. Your eyes desperately searched it but you couldn’t see an ounce of remorse for his actions. He was colder than the day you met him. The man you loved nowhere in sight. He turned around and left you there, a weeping mess, even more broken than last time.

All traces of his presence were gone. Even his scent had vanished. It felt as fresh as the day he left you. You dropped the knife in your hand as you fell to the floor, pulling your knees into your chest as you drop your forehead down on them, crying into your lap. Tears spill from your cheeks onto your legs, soaking your sweatpants. Your shoulders bobbing up and down as you cried. Your arms self-soothingly hug around your legs.

“Are you okay Y/N?” You hear Pakkun’s deep voice suddenly by your ankle.

“No” you sniffle. “It’s like he never cared. Why did he make me think he ever cared?” Your voice broke at the end. More tears streaming down your face.

“Cause he does care. He’s lost everyone he’s ever loved. It’s easier to push people away than to risk losing one more person.”

You sniffle looking up at Pakkun.

He walks over, bunting his head against your side. You stretch out your hand to scratch behind his ear. His tail involuntarily wags.

“You know, for a fearsome ninja hound, you sure seem to enjoy being domesticated.” you say in a broken voice.

“Lets keep that between you and me.” He says.

You let out a small giggle. Pakkun sits down next to you, sticking by your side. You felt a small amount of comfort having him next to you again. You really missed him.

Eventually you feel your puffy eyes grow tired and decide to get ready for bed. You put on shorts and a baggy shirt.

“You changed your pajamas.”

“It was too hard to sleep in my old pajamas after…you know.”

A whine left Pakkun before he jumped up on the bed. You slip between the sheets and turn on your side, curling up into a ball. Pakkun makes himself at home on your pillow up by your head. He curls up against your hair, his heat and rhythmic breathing lulling you to sleep. You loved him for checking in on you. You wished he had done it sooner but his timing couldn’t have been better.

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Day breaks and you are off to work, letting Pakkun out of your home after breakfast just like old times. You bend down before parting ways and scratch his ears.

“Thank you Pakkun, thank you for being there for me. Please don’t be a stranger.”

He gives you a smile, “I could never view you as a stranger, miss. I’ll see you around.”

Your heart feels empty as he disappears in a cloud of smoke. Was he summoned or did he just go back to the pack? You would never know.

However Pakkun appears in front of Kakashi as the symbols on the ground fade away where he had pressed his palm into the dirt. Immediately Kakashi catches a whiff of your scent.

“It seems your loyalty has changed”

“Kakashi, I know you still care for her. Drop the tough guy act.”

Kakashi glared daggers into Pakkun.

“She’s a nice girl, certainly my favorite human, and an excellent cook.” He says as he tauntingly saunters past Kakashi, “I lived with her for 6 months, under your instructions, and from everything I’ve seen, she loves you, even now.”

“Yet the minute I call it quits she goes back to Akio”

“Cause she’s heartbroken.”

“Cause she can’t be trusted.”

“Don’t be like that Kakashi. Don’t go back to how you were. You deserve to be happy. She makes you happy. Why fight your feelings?”

“Because-”

“Umm, excuse me Mr. Hatake,” a young genin appears before the man and his hound, bowing and red from interrupting the argument, “Lord Hokage has requested your presence, Sir.”

Kakashi purses his lips, “Thank you” he nods at the boy before turning his attention back on Pakkun, “We’ll finish this later.”

He said it with venom, furious that his trusted friend and ally would choose you over him. But for now he had his duty to attend to. He dons his mask and launches over the rooftops, hastily making his way towards headquarters.

“Lord Third, you wanted to see me Sir?” He says with a slight bow, sinking down to his knee.

“Yes, Kakashi. I’ve been doing some thinking.” Kakashi’s interest was piqued. Usually those words were followed by acts of war or an extremely dangerous mission. He would love the distraction of a deadly mission right now. Anything to keep his mind off of the memory of your crying face.

“How many years have you served in the Anbu so far?”

“About ten years.”

“Please remove your mask.” Kakashi obliges, his sharp eyes peering up at Lord Hiruzen as he continues. “Ten years you say? Perhaps I have asked too much of you.”

“Sir?”

“You are to become a Jonin Leader.”

“What?”

“Go exchange your uniform. You are dismissed.”

Kakashi finds himself at the quartermaster handing over his well worn but equally well kept uniform. The one he was issued as a child and slowly traded in as he grew into a man. The steely gray of his armor swapped out for a dark green vest. The same kind of vest worn by his classmates.

He ran his fingers over the stitching, the feeling foreign to him. Slowly he started to realize the S rank missions would be replaced with D and C rank missions. He would be spending most of his days in the village, training kids, instead of visiting other lands. He had years before he would be away from the village on long missions with his team. He threaded his arms through the vest and allowed it to rest on his shoulders. He zipped up the front and lifted his face to stare at himself in the mirror. As his reflection gazed back at him, his mind began to clear. His thoughts snapped into place.

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That evening you peel yourself off of the couch to head to the kitchen and make some tea when you hear a knock at your front door. You pivot towards it, reaching for the nob and twisting it open to reveal Kakashi filling the doorframe. He stares down at you, noting your red and puffy eyes. He felt his stomach twist seeing the evidence of how much he hurt you. Your jaw falls open while you stumble over your thoughts. You whisper to him,

“Wh-what are you wearing?”

You scan up and down his body. He was dressed as a regular jonin, trading in his signature gray armor for a forest green vest.

“May I come inside?”

You silently nod, stepping aside for him to move past you, eyes following him before turning to latch the door.

“I’m making tea, you want some?”

He nods, “yes please.”

You wait for the kettle to sing while standing in complete silence. Your mind runs wild. Once the kettle’s tune is heard, you pour the water into two clay mugs and turn towards the table to let the leaves steep while you take your seat. When you look up however you see a brown mole under Kakashi’s lip. Both cups clatter on the floor, their structure shattering, fractals dispersed throughout the kitchen.

“Your…face.”

Kakashi jumped up to clean up your mess. “Y/N, I’m so sorry I scared you! Are you hurt?”

Luckily the boiling water missed you. You stoop down to clean up the mess but you are unable to tear your eyes away from his lips and chin. He is showing you his face…

He sees how robotic your movements are and stills his efforts.

“Maybe we can finish picking this up later. “

You nod and walk over to the couch together, your eyes locked on him. You both take a seat on the couch together, bodies angled towards each other.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You silently stare at him but he can see the wheels turning in your head.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve never- I couldn’t-“ he stops and takes a soothing breath, “Lord Hiruzen summoned me and-“

Your face breaks. Tears leak out of your eyes followed by you crumbling in his arms, spiraling into a full on sob, cutting off the rest of his sentence. Your fists clutch his black sleeves.

“Captain…” you choke between cries.

You already know what he’s about to say, he doesn’t need to finish. He pulls you into his lap, stroking your hair. He lifts your chin towards his face, pressing a firm kiss against your lips, saying everything that he can’t put into words with a purse of his soft mouth. He pulled you closer before he gently coos in your ear,

“I won’t make you be alone anymore. I’m where I belong.” He kisses your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours, looking at you through his lashes, “I’m here Y/N…to stay.”

You look up at him with watery doe eyes, unsure of what to say.

He scoops you up and carries you bridal style to your bed. He sets you down delicately, crawling on the bed to press feather light kisses on your neck. He takes his time, slowly and carefully placing each mark on your sensitive skin. Your eyes close and your breathing becomes shallow. He traces his fingers down your arm before intertwining his hand in yours. His other hand cradles the back of your head pulling you up into him.

He kisses you meaningfully, there is so much said as he lightly sucks on your bottom lip. The love that he felt for you had never been more clear. You were his home. As he slipped his tongue to dance with your own, you let it be known that he is your home too. It was as if the world stopped spinning on its axis, everything went still around you. Time itself ceased in that moment as you reacquainted yourself with him. You pull your head back slightly, allowing the string of spit to stretch between your lips as you panted his favorite sentence.

“I love you, Kakashi”

“I love you, Y/N. Now and always”

You pressed your foreheads together before smiling, allowing your breathing to sync. You brought your free hand up to the base of his head, fingers lightly playing with the short strands of hair on the back of his head while your thumb strokes Kakashi’s knuckle in your other hand. You take a moment, focusing on each other, feeling your rhythms align, soaking in the warmth of each other’s bodies before kakashi moves his hands, gliding them from your shoulders, down your ribs and curled his fingers under your shirt, gently tugging up the fabric, lifting your shirt over your head.

You unzip and pull off his Jonin vest before sliding his black undershirt off his torso. He slowly and purposefully litters your chest and stomach with marks down to your waist band before he drags down both your underwear and sweatpants past your knees and off your ankles. His fingers push into the soles of your feet, gently massaging them before his mouth works its way back up the inside of your leg, kissing your inner thighs, tantalizingly sucking the skin just outside your heat.

He slowly makes his way over to your center, licking a stripe up your sex before focusing on your bundle of nerves. His tongue gently presses into your slit, hooking up towards the skin just below your clit. A soft moan spills from your lips, as you allow your eyes to flutter shut. He worships you, he adores you, his affection is expressed through his tongue. He takes his fingers and uses them to spread apart your lips, while his tongue dives in pushing deeper before hooking upwards again to suck at the skin at the front of your entrance.

You feel your sensitivity increase and your legs slightly twitch. Your hands move to grab your breasts, kneading the fat with your fingers. His nose gently nudged your little nub as he pushed his tongue inside of you. The fingers he had wrapped around you sank in and groped you. Though his mouth was gentle, his passions started to show as his knuckles turned white from gripping you so tight. He licked up from between your folds and swirled his tongue around your clitoris, running it in a circle before closing his lips around it, and sucking gently. You arched your back and let out a light cry, feeling him stimulate you, seeing stars, as you tilt your head back into the pillow. The fingers that spread you open closed together and slip inside of you while his lips lock over your bundle of nerves. His two fingers drag in and out of you slowly. Pulling little moans out of your mouth while also pulling slick from your needy hole. His fingers worked inside of you, feeling how your squishy walls closed around him, attempting to push his digits deeper inside your cavern.

Hand working in tandem with his mouth, Kakashi’s tongue flicked over your swollen bean. Your core tightened. You battled to keep your hips tilted up. Then your hands found their way into Kakashi’s hair, pushing him down as he feasted on your sweet spread.

“Thank you Captain” you whisper, barely able to string the words together through the fog of your mind. He groans into your sex as you praise him, his hand bearing down on your flesh even harder. One of your hands leaves his mop to clutch at the pillow. You can feel your cream drip out of your slit from the magical motions of his fingers and pink muscle. Short breathy hah’s echo from your chest as you climaxed.

Kakashi slid his fingers out of you and instead of feeding them to you, he stuck the digits in his mouth. His lips closed over the knuckle, eyes falling shut. He missed your taste. He believed he would never experience it again and now that he had you back, he cleared his mind to memorize it. Lapping up every note while he cleaned your mess off of his hand.

Your hands stretch up to his face, your fingers politely grabbing him to pull him down so you can kiss him and taste yourself on his lips. Kakashi acquiesces and leans down, he unties his pants as he lowers his shoulders. You push your chest up against his, needing to be close to him. Needing to share the same space as him.

You feel his tip prod at your entrance. Your grip on him tightening when you do. Moans escape your mouth while you pull back from the kiss to breathe. Kakashi captures your lips right when he sinks into your slit. Your cream already forming a ring around his shaft as he buries himself inside of you. He stays still, feeling how your walls hug him as your kiss becomes sloppy, more needy, and heated. Kakashi pulls back and thrusts up with purposeful strokes. High pitched moans travel from your mouth into his with each movement of his hips.

Remembering where you like it, he ran his tip into your spongy spot, the one that could only be reached by him deep inside of you. Your legs instinctually wrap around him, demanding him to do it again. His teeth catch your lip, tugging on it as he continues massaging just where you want him. Each stroke making you melt into the sheets. He pulls his head back, your lip slowly slipping from his bite, leaving it red and swollen. It was truly beautiful to look upon.

“Does my good girl like that?”

“Yes, Captain” you breathe “Yes”

You rub the bottom of your foot along the back of his leg. Showing him affection and appreciation for how he pleasures you. Your eyes wander down to where your bodies connect, pupils dilating as you watch his v-line rock back and forth at your entrance. Your eyes pan up his body, watching the muscles adorning his stomach flex with each movement. Each rut inside of you, lightly pushing you up into the headboard of your bed. Though his pace was slow, it did the trick.

This body worshiping session was far from his usual way with you but you knew what it was. It was his apology for pushing you away. It was him remembering how much he loved you. It was him reconnecting with you and asking you to let him stay. He is the love of your life and the flame lit inside your chest burns only for him.

That thought makes you grip him tighter between your thighs. He feels the added pressure and it spurs him on just slightly. His pace quickening to a gentle gallop, watching your plush tits sway beneath his chest. Kakashi lowers his face to nip at your neck and lick a stripe up your jaw.

An involuntary groan falls out of you and that’s when he punctuates each time he fully penetrates you up to the hilt. He pushes the bottom of your cervix up to your diaphragm with a sharp roll of his hips, knocking the wind out of you even at his slowed pace.

Your eyes have a pleading look to them. You wanted him to help you finish. He kisses your forehead, assuring you that he would. His eyes intensely bore into yours, drinking up your pleasured expression as he pounded into you. Pausing slightly after each thrust to feel you constrict around him.

His dick twitched inside of you. The power of the emotions he felt for you in this moment pull him to the brink of orgasm. He sped up his pace ever so slightly to finish the job, your high hits at the exact same moment. His was extra intense as your spasming walls clamped down around his sensitive leaking tip. He almost pulled out of you because it was too much but he willed himself to stay inside. He needed to deposit his load into you. He needed you to be full of him, marked by him, claimed as his.

“Keep it in” he whispers to you before you could finish sitting up. So instead you pull him back down. You roll to your side, staring up at him before tucking your head into his chest and tangling your legs with his. He holds you close, arms encircling your body. “I will never let go of you again. I promise.”

Epilogue

“On your hands and knees Mrs. Hatake.”

You turn around, facing your hickey-strewn neck away from your new husband. He had intentionally left his favorite canvas blank the weeks leading up to the ceremony so he could absolutely ruin you on your wedding night.

He licks his lips, sucking the iron from them. Proud of his artwork. The wait was worth it. You looked so beautiful in your wedding attire but now, now you looked perfect.

Fingers trail down pinching the snowy fabric. He lifts the hem of your white kimono above your hips. Kakashi’s heart pounds when it is revealed that you wore his favorite gem during your vows. The blush colored jewel peaks out from between your cheeks, welcoming him to his new normal. A breathy' I love you' leaves his lips as he kneels on the bed behind you, hands running light circles over the soft skin of your ass.

You feel him rub his hardened length against your dripping folds as you lower your torso to the bed, stretching your arms above your head, resting your ear on the mattress, ready for him to enter.

It was only fitting for the pack’s alpha to take you from behind as your first marital act. He slips into you with no preparation necessary. You had been waiting for this moment, wondering how he was going to be with you on such a momentous occasion. The anticipation kept you up the night before.

You were anxious and excited. All the planning and coordination kept you stressed for months even though it was a small event, per Kakashi’s wishes. However you’d go through all that stress again if it meant reliving this day. It was perfect. Everything about it was perfect.

Pakkun made the most adorable little ring bearer, trotting up the aisle with a pillow tied around his neck. Normally he would never carry himself in such an undignified way but he could never say no to you. At the reception Gai stood up and gave the most hilarious and emotional speech, pulling both tears of joy and laughter from your eyes. You had to stop him when the sake got him all worked up over their rivalry and he swore he would find a woman more beautiful than you if he could not beat Kakahsi in a foot race then and there. At the end of your vows Kakashi’s hounds howled towards the evening sky, welcoming you into the pack. And now this…

He slowly glides in and out of you, rolling his hips as he fully lubricates his shaft. He pauses each time he is fully buried in you, savoring how you squeeze around him, butterflies erupting in your core each time. Kakashi pulls a breath between his teeth,

“Fuuuuck Y/N, I can’t wait to fuck this pussy everyday for the rest of our lives.”

Kakashi lulls his head back in bliss, closing his eyes, indulging in the languid pace of his strokes. Your soft mewls ring in his ears. He loves the sound. Your perfect voice tickling his ear drums.

He allows his fingers to grip you more harshly, stabilizing you as he builds up speed. Your favorite titillation is when the anal plug rubs against Kakashi’s thrusting length stimulating your sensitive spot so well. Ever since your first date, it was your favorite way to be with him. The fullness of the feeling, like you were stuffed to the brim. It was a filthy sensation. You were a depraved woman, fiending for the touch that only Kakashi could give you.

You rock your hips back against him with your arms outstretched. The flesh of your behind jiggled with each collision of your hips. A satisfying visual for a man who just vowed to spend the rest of his life with you.

The pace of his hips picked up into a rapid series of strokes. He was humping you like a rabid dog, completely consumed by lust. It was as if he was seeing red. The only thing real to him was the sensation of your walls wrapped around his shaft. Closing down on him even tighter with the helpful pressure of your plug.

“F-fuck Captain. You t-treat me so good.”

“That’s a good girl. Keep taking me. Take everything I give you.”

“Ye-es, sir-ir-ir”

He was pounding so hard you could hardly speak. The weight on his balls slammed into your puffy clit, stimulating it and probing you towards orgasm. It was coming quicker than usual. The evening’s attire somewhat exhorts you. You were fully aware of your disheveled shiromuku and Kakashi’s black robe barely hanging on his shoulders. His glistening abdominals exposed to the night air, beads of sweat beginning to form and roll down towards where you connect. His tip pushed against your uterus threatening to breed you.

“F-fuck!” you cry into the bed.

With a particularly punctuated series of strokes you snap, toppling over into your first orgasm of the night.

You sit back on your heels, pulling your forearms under you for support as you twitch and heave through your orgasm. Kakashi stills and rubs soothing circles on your back. He kisses your neck, drawing attention to the skin behind your ear. Placing his gentle lips where it was most sensitive. He slowly traces his hand down your spine, gliding his fingertips over your rumpled up hem and grasps around the rim of your gem. He playfully tugs at the jewel as you protest.

“H-hey!”

“Sorry dear but to make this marriage legitimate I’ll need to consummate all of your holes”

You laugh. How could you say no? His words spoken in his husky voice are intoxicating. Your eyes roll back as you let yourself relax, body prepared for him to remove your plug. You feel the painfully good stretch as he removes the bulb, leaving behind your gaping hole, ready for insertion.

Your vision clouded as he sunk his head between your cheeks, his manhood stuffing you full and stretching you out. You felt him push up into a secret special spot that turned your vision white.

“H-haaah!”

“That’s it my love, cry out for me.”

“Oh my gods! Fu-fuuuuck!”

Kakashi lifted you by your shoulders so that he was stroking into your ass while you were standing on your knees. He undid the front of your kimono, letting it fall open and exposing your chest. His fingers eager to pinch your nipples.

You reach your hands back, trying to push him off a little just so he wouldn’t go as deep but instead he overpowered you. Hands grabbing onto your mounds and pulling you into his chest. Forcing you to bounce off of his hips, with harsh, deep thrusts tunneling into your warm cavern. The more forceful his strokes, the harder his fingers bit down on your perky nubs, only rolling them when he switched up his pace to give you a moment of reprieve. Then he’d go back to pounding away, working you hard to break you in.

With one last greedy bruising grip of your tits, he pushes you back down onto all fours. He planted one foot while supporting the rest of his weight on his knee, anchoring himself, ready to hammer into you. You already knew what was about to come. You begin to chew on your lower lip as your eyebrows knit together in want. You feel your mouth water, drool threatening to spill out when he finally starts.

You shriek. He was holding nothing back. He pounded away into your tight sphincter with reckless abandon. You grasp at the bedsheets looking for anything to support you as he throws his entire body weight behind his pelvis as it rails into your hole. You swear he is trying to break the bed. Your throat goes hoarse from your screams. Kakashi anchors you by your shoulders as your entire body shifts back and forth violently swaying from his pace. Soon only choked moans can spill out and you wouldn’t have it any other way. His heavy balls once again slapping into your swollen bean, intensifying the thrusts even more till you wail that you're gonna pee.

“Cum f’me, my love” he coos in your ear.

“Yes Captain!”

You unleash a spray all over the bed and between your thighs. Kakashi fucked you through it, animalistically driving into you. Sweat rolled down your temple from your hairline, the labors of the night wearing you down.

Kakashi flipped you on your back, pulling out of your ass and pummeling back into your cunt. He quickly pumped into you, watching your eyes glaze over with lust as you stared up at him. His pupils blown wide, looking down on you, his adoring wife. The love of his life lay beneath him. Officially his...forever.

He could not be happier.

He watched as your tits rocked up and down with each stroke of his manhood, your nipples pink from his toying with them. He bent down to suckle at them while he crunched his abdominals, still stroking into you. You threw your hands into his hair, clutching at it till he raised his head. They then fell to his biceps. Your fucked out face painted with exhaustion.

You feel him twitching inside of you…finally, he was close. A mean smirk tugs on one side of his mouth and you know he’s coming for the grande finale. He brushes your bottom lip with this thumb before lowering his hand to grip around your neck. His other hand traced down your stomach to your clit where this thumb traced quick circles that matched the pace of his steadily racing hips. His toned abs twitched and flexed, his stokes losing their rhythm till at last he heavily groans, falling onto his hands, slowly milking himself with your walls.

You quiver under him, holding onto him tightly. You feel his load seep out, fat globs of cum trickling down your taint and glossing over your puckered rear until you collapse, sprawled out on the bed, panting through your high.

Kakashi gives you a deep kiss before stepping away. Your head cranes over to look at him rummage through your dresser drawer. He turns back to you clutching a familiar object.

You lift your head slightly so Kakashi can slip the leather around your neck, closing the fasten tight against it, while his fingers admire the heart shaped tag.

Emotionally you had belonged to him for quite some time, but now, you belonged to him legally. He finds this thought erotic as he slips his finger through the small silver loop of your collar and he pulls your face up to his. The leather bites into the skin of your neck. He husks into the shell of your ear words that spike your veins with passion and make your eyes flutter closed with desire.

“Ready my love? Cause I’m gonna fuck my wife till the sun comes up no matter how many times you beg me to stop.”

“Yes”

~Fin~

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Author's Note: We made it! Thank you for joining me in this series. I hope the ending is everything your hearts desire :)

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