#surprise bitch. i bet you thought you saw the last of me

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Jeromewald Text Meme 7/?

Part I | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8 | Part 9

[yloiseconeillants]

thinking about how feo ul delivers messages to wol’s retainers in their sleep to send them on ventures

thinking about asking feo ul to deliver messages to other people on the source??

thinking about these messages getting HORRIBLY lost in translation so everyone just wakes up with the most fucked up dreams about the warrior of light

[natdocx]

girl help they have me surrounded

[darthgloris]

2AM THOUGHTS #8: unburnt!Vader is attracted to a Jedi

The first time you saw Darth Vader in person, you were pleasantly surprised: you thought he would be this disfigured shell of a man that couldn't tell right from wrong, just another Sith with a mangled and scarred face.

But, oh, my God, was he the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on.

From his sharp jawline to his slightly upturned nose to his cheekbones that seemed to be carved in marble, even the scar over his eye was attractive. And his eyes, his tantalising crystal blues had this intensity to them, this determination. It made your knees wobble for a split second, and it distracted you enough to almost get you shot.

From then on, at every battlefield you and him exchanged innocent glances that soon turned into eye-fucking, and at some point you began engaging in lightsaber duels. The tension was so palpable, it could be cut with a knife.

Now you were nervous, to say the least. The first time you and your troops would be engaging in combat on the Death Star, Vader's official station. You didn't want to fail the Rebellion, and you trusted that the ambition and importance of the undertaking would help you fight more efficiently.

The battle didn't go at all how you expected it to.

"Ahh, fuck, angel..." Vader groaned, relentlessly pounding you from behind. Your cheek was smushed against the wall, drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth with every mewl, and your breasts were pressed flush into the cold surface of the wall. His scent was rubbing off all over you, almost as if he wanted to mark his territory, his broad shoulders swallowed your smaller figure as his embrace engulfed you entirely, each snap of his hips made the metal shelves of the closet room creak and stutter with the sheer force of his movements.

"Vader..." you sobbed, one hand gripping the shelf to keep you grounded to reality while the other rested against the wall for stability. It felt like each time he pulled out, he dragged out your whole spine with him.

"Listen to you, moaning my name like a bitch in heat. Bet you want everyone hearing who's fucking you, huh?" He grinned, pawing at your breasts through your robes. The way his armour brushed against your back made you shiver, the feeling of his large frame turning you on more, if that was even possible. "Only a whore like you could have left her own troops alone just to get fucked good. I mean, how do they even take you seriously?"

You let out a loud cry at the words, whimpering and babbling his name. "Shh, quiet down for me, angel. Don't want anyone to see what belongs to you, do you?" You could only manage to shake your head, your brain could barely compose a coherent thought. He was fucking you too good.

"Good fucking girl..." he groaned, soft growls rumbling deep within his throat as his hips slapped harder against your ass.

"Vader... I- I'm close..." you stuttered. In a swift movement, he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, pushing your back against the wall as he shoved his cock in your entrance once again and slammed into you impossibly harder, making you inhale sharply and bite your fist to keep from screaming.

He grabbed your jaw with a surprisingly gentle grip, "Look at me, baby girl. I want you to look me in the eyes while you cum."

You gazed into his icy blues, a passionate sparkle to them as he stared back into your own eyes, and you felt your climax growing closer by the second. He brought his hand down to circle your clit and toyed with the wet folds, the pad of his thumb prodding at your sensitive pearl.

The overstimulation made you sob as the coil in your lower stomach finally snapped, making you cling to his shoulders as your hips curled repeatedly. "That's it, goooood girl..." Vader drawled, a guttural groan escaping his lips as your warmth flooded all around him. His thrusts grew sloppier and his cock throbbed inside you, indicating he wasn't going to last much longer. "Fuck- angel, you're gonna make me cum..." his voice cracked as his breathing picked up.

With a last particularly knee-weakening plunge, he threw his head back and groaned, this time slightly higher in pitch, and his aggressive bucking mellowed into soft strokes as he gritted his teeth in pure bliss while he rode out his high.

Vader sighed and slumped into you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as his chest heaved with passion and intensity. "That was... fucking... amazing..." he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. "My perfect girl..."

[slut4sugu]

— PRETTY LIL THING ! [𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜] 𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

including: aged up!characters, mutual pining, spanish, cursing, slight stalking, protective miles

genre: fluff/suggestiveness

summary: miles has seen you around the school and has taken a liking to your sweet and sarcastic nature oh..and your very pretty face

🎸: 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭-𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

You’ve heard about the prowler before and even sworn you saw him a couple rooftops away from your house one time. Though you never would’ve thought that the violent individual would be crushing on you. “So you’re telling me that you would rather go out with Jordans hoe ass than Miles Tasha?” Your friend Kali asked, eyes glancing over to the teen who was sittin in his assigned seat busy taking notes even well after class was over, before glancing back at the light skin girl who sat in front of her. “Listennn, Miles is fine but he kinda scary tho.” She explained, fixing her claw clip that held her Mirco braids before looking down at her now lit up Lock Screen, “Besides I just got a text from jordannnn.” She giggled, quickly picking up her phone before getting lost in messages. Kali rolled her eyes, before shifting in her seat to talk to you. “What about you tho girl? Last time i checked your into scary lil boys.” She teased, twirling a curled braid around her manicured finger.

You rolled your eyes at the darkskinned girl, before taking in a glance at Miles. You never really talked to him but, Tasha wasn’t wrong he was definitely fine, his braids complimented his already handsome features. He had nice eyes too.. and his forearms were- you looked up for a second admist in your thoughts only to catch his eyes staring into your brown ones. Instead of looking away you smiled softly, waving at the boy. Your heart rate accelerating when he waved back, a small small smile causing your heart to melt. Only to hear Kali going “No fucking way he waved at you.” Causing your eyes to widen as you wiped your head around to scold your friend for being so loud, though not being able to help the slight smile tugging at your lips when you heard his faint snicker. ‘ I’ve never seen miles smile before..that shit was cute as fuck-‘ you thought to yourself. “My god Kali! Didn’t I tell your ass to stop being so loud?!” You whisper shouted, before quickly gathering your books realizing the next period is about to start. “My bad, but its not every day you see that mothafucker smile.” She said defensively, you rolled your eyes in response though you agreed with her in your head.

You tapped Tasha on her shoulder, snapping her out of her lovey dovey trance. “Oh shit, thanks y/n. Bro Jordan is actually a sweetheart yall gotta hear what he just sent me, ‘was the sweetest fuckin thing.” You and Kali looked at each other with the “this bitch finna talk about ‘her man’ all 4th period” face. “Mhm I bet it was Tash.” You said dryly, before putting your supplies and phone in your tote bag standing up quickly as you looked at the clock. “Now cmon yall, I wanna get sum from the vending machine before 4th! Hurry up, cmon!”

Miles watched as he saw you pull both of your friends out the door, the white bow that was clipped to your ponytail finally became visible as you three left the classroom. “Niña bonita.” he muttered to himself with a small smirk, before packing his own things up as he got ready to leave.

✮. Now onto headcannnons!

[🕷]after that small encounter, miles would start to make note of your paths home and schedules as to not put you in any danger in future missions

[🕷] since you both would have 2nd and 4th period together, when your friends weren’t there that day or with ‘they’re mans’ you would pair up with miles for anything. Which surprised almost half the class since miles usually kept to himself and scared off any one who needed a partner to rather work by themselves.

[🕷] once you two started to pair up more small talk started, which turned into sitting with him at lunch, which then turned into letting him walk you home

[🕷] Miles would always look out for you a well, whether it be reminding you of deadlines, or scaring off any dickheads who wanted to take advantage of you. Which you thought was hot, how he scared people off without having to do anything

[🕷] after a while you started to have feelings for miles, which he knew and thought it was cute how you always denied it when he would flirt with you, though whenever you saw a girl show interest in him you would roll your eyes and yet mind your business only to have the biggest smile when he would eventually turn her down.

[🕷] Since of course miles liked you too he wanted to tell you how he felt but he thought about the danger he could put you in if you found out who he really was. Would you run away? Never talk to him again? Report him to the police? He couldn’t bear think of a day were he couldn’t see your pretty smile. So he distanced himself.

[🕷] He noticed how you would become more quiet in class, your usual bubbly star student attitude gone as you would now just sit in the back of the class your head down not saying a word. Your wardrobe growing more dull, your usual softcore style turning into just hoodies and sweats

[🕷] He started to worry about you, following you home became a normal thing. Ensuring you didnt get taken or hurt by anything or anyone.

[🕷] Then finally heart shattered, when he saw you about to go up to him before meeting his gaze and turning around. He couldn’t take it, he rather tell you who he is rather than just shut you out. So thats exactly what he did, not bothering to tell his uncle Aron.

He caught you on your way home one day, coming out of an alleyway scaring you in the process. “Shit- wait..Miles? What are you-what do you want.” You asked firmly, despite your eyes starting to water slightly at the sight of merely seeing his face. “Look, angel I- the only reason I iced you out like that is to protect you. You don’t know who I am or what I’m associated with. And the last fuckin thing i want is to put you in danger.” You looked into his eyes, seeing if he meant what he said. “What are you talking about miles? Your not dangerous, or scary or nothing like that. I don’t care about whatever those weird ass clowns call you at vision. I care about you.” You explained, walking up to him. Your eyes starting to wobble as he backed up in response, “You don’t understand-“ “Then tell me Miles!” You shouted, tears finally spilling from your waterline. Causing the brown skinned teen’s face to fall into guilt, “Tell me why I can’t be with the one person who I love so damn much-“ “I’m the prowler.”

He did it. Your gonna run away. Why aren’t you running? Get away from here-You took another step and quickly wrapped your arms round his torso. Hugging him tight as you buried your face in his chest, “I don’t care about that miles, I just said i fucking lo-“ You felt two strong forearms wrap around your lower back, “I heard you ma, ‘love you too. But you shouldn’t be-“ You squeezed him tighter, “I’m staying miles, I don’t care who you are. I’m staying with you.” He chuckled, resting his chin ontop of your head. “Fine then, but stop wearin hoodies unless its mine. You look prettier in skirts and shit.” You giggled, pulling back from the embrace to look up at him. “Fine, only if you kiss me like you’ve missed me.” Your eyes flickered from his lips back up to his dark brown eyes, with a smug smile plastered on your lips.

“your a lucky pretty lil thing..givin me a run for my fuckin money.”

[stories-and-chaos]

Helluva High

AU: Overlord Husk and Angel

[Little one shot inspired by @celestialalpacaron ‘s au of Husk and Angel. Valentino is a sore loser, but Husk has his spider’s back. Enjoy!

Word count 1065 Cw: cursing, emotional manipulation, trauma response (disclosure: I’ve never experienced trauma like this so I apologize if Angel’s reaction isn’t accurate.) ]

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Angel was frozen, stuck between fear and desire. His former boss, Valentino, was here. At Husk’s casino. Angel Dust had been working the tables for a couple months now. His looks, charisma, and reputation had him hustling patrons for all they were worth and more.

But despite that reputation (and all the salacious videos of him still being sold) he wasn’t for sale. Not for any amount of time or money. Husk was adamant on that. “You wanna sleep with someone off the clock, that’s your business,” he’d told Angel. “But do it because you want to, not because someone john is paying, got it?”

Now Val was here and Angel could barely help himself. The moth demon had grabbed his arm as he walked past. Now he was pulling the spider close, cooing sweet venomous words at the former porn star. “Angiiiiieee, I miss you baby. That mean old kitty won’t let me win you back. I need you Angel.” Val’s hand stroked up Angel’s thigh, sneaking under the slit in his gown. “I know you want me too, baby. No one can give you what you need, not like me.” One of his other hands grasped another of Angel’s arms. He hooked a finger of his fourth hand under Angel’s pearl choker, “Come on Angel, tell the kittycat to give me a shot at you. Then we can go home and I’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget all this ever happened.”

Angel’s breath caught. Everything about Valentino made him want to just melt away. His voice, his cigarette smoke, the hands stroking his limbs with a hint of claws. But Angel didn’t want to go back. His eyes darted back and forth in panic. He caught a flash of red wings, black fur, and gold eyes. “Do it because you want to…”

“Fuck!” he managed to gasp as he jerked back. The string of pearls snapped at the sudden movement. The iridescent orbs shimmered in the light as they clattered on the table and floor. “No…” he said, voice wavering.

Angel stood up as straight as he could. Valentino’s rage at being denied built quickly. He moved to grab Angel’s arm again but Angel stepped back. “I…I need a break boss,” he said as loud as he could.

“Take the night off babe. You’ve been working hard last few nights,” Husk said curtly as he stepped between Angel and Val. “Thought you knew better than that ‘Tino.” He faced the other Overlord as Angel dashed to the elevator. “Am I gonna have to throw you out?”

“Fuck, just let me play for him again. What do you want a crackwhore like him for anyway?”

“You ain’t got anything worth betting Angel for.” Four members of the casino security turned up to flank their leader. “Get out ‘Tino. If my boys don’t have to drag your ass out, I won’t charge you for the pearls.”

Val spun away, muttering “fucking furry ass prick, that twink bitch, goddamn assholes.” He squeaked in agitation as he stormed out.

Shortly after Valentino’s limo was gone, Husk took the elevator to the penthouse suites. Angel’s door was cracked open. All his arms were wrapped around himself as rocked on the bed. Husk knocked on the door with the top of his cane. The spider demon jerked, eyes blown wide enough that Husk could see the pupils in even the six small ones.

“He’s gone,” the gambler said mildly. Angel took a deep shaky breath. “You did good.” At Angel’s surprised look he continued, “I told you, anyone fucks with you, they answer to me.”

After a couple more breaths, Angel managed to reply. “Thanks boss. I’ll be back down in five.”

“Nah, you’ve got the night off. Call for room service, just go easy on the booze tonight.” Husk didn’t leave right away; he saw Angel retreating back into the cage of his own arms. The catlike demon sighed and strode through the room to throw the doors to the balcony open. “C’mere.”

Angel walked up hesitantly and placed his ringed hand in Husk’s outstretched one. Husk pulled him out into the night air. He smoothly wrapped an arm around Angel’s waist and lifted the lanky demon’s legs up with the other. Angel reflexively wrapped a set of arms around the other man’s shoulders. “Damn Whiskers, you’re stronger than you look!”

Husk gave a huff. He spread his wings and flapped into the sky. “Oh shit!” Angel yelled, now with four arms clinging to Husk.

“I gotcha babe.” He got enough altitude that they could see every part of the Pentagram with ease. “How’s this for a high?” he joked, smirking at Angel.

“Fuck…it’s a helluva view.” Angel scanned the city. His eyes locked onto Valentino’s porn studio. A tiny fuschia line was just pulling up to the street in front of it.

Husk realized where Angel was looking and shifted to block the Red Light District from view. “Nah, we’ve got better things to look at. There’s a lot more in Hell than that shitbag.”

The train of Angel’s gown fluttered in the air. The cool breeze and the sparkling city below, sounds muffled by distance, helped calm him. As the tension started to ease in his frame, Husk spoke.

“Things change quick here, especially between Overlords. You know that, with how fast ‘Tino lost you. So I ain’t gonna make promises I can’t keep. But for now, you’re mine Angel Dust, and no one fucks with what’s mine.” His gold irises gleamed as his smile turned harsh. “I don’t plan on wagering you, ever. Clear?”

Something cracked in Angel, a chip in the despair. “As crystal baby.” He sighed. “Thanks…Husk.”

A few more minutes and then Husk lowered them back to the balcony. “I need to head back down. Call room service, get some rest.” He took Angel’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back. “Let me know how you’re feeling tomorrow.”

Angel ordered food, changing out of gown and jewelry for an oversized shirt while it was arriving. He’d ordered a bunch of finger foods, easy to eat as he lounged. But he was surprised to find his favorite cocktail added to the cart. A card written in Husk’s handwriting leaned against the stem, “Just one tonight.” He snorted before taking a sip. He was starting to like this kind of pampering.

[thisonehere]

i saw your prostate massage hcs for some mk men, and i was wondering if u could do the same thing with raiden, kenshi, and rain?

Sure, why not lol

A Totally Normal Prostate Exam Pt. 2

A/n: Sure, I'll be honest, this is a wild way for me to start the new year... I'm not mad at it though lol Tags: MK1, MK AU, NSFW, MDNI C/w: Anal sex, fingering, dom!sex, mentions bodily fluids, overstimulation, himbofication, degradation kink, you make them your bitch, not fully proofread, g/n reader Last part

Raiden

The man almost had a heart attack the moment you asked. You made him so shy that the man struggled to hold your hand, looking into your eyes. The idea of you fingering him is a threatening one, even terrifying. He is unsure, he hesitates. During sex, he was passive, never being on top or submissive. Doing such a thing was But the thing is, he really likes you. A moment to be alone with you would hurt, right?

He lies on his back, and his palms are sweaty. He is unbelievably nervous though he tries to put on a brave face. He lifts his legs and reveals cute, soft-ass you.

You notice his nervousness, so you give foreplay as you compliment him. You rub your fingers around his little hole causing him to giggle and blush.

Finally sensing that he's ready, you fully plunge your fingers into him. He gasps, he feels every inch of your finger rubbing against his anal walls.

After a few moments of getting used to your touch and this feeling, Raiden finally relaxed and embraced it. It actually felt better than he thought it would be.

Raiden does whimper at your touch, but he also does another thing: he laughs. This is such a strange feeling to him. It not only makes him feel perfect, but it also makes him feel slightly ticklish.

He looks up and gives you a smile as you continue. "Keep going, Y/n, We're almost there..." He cheers you on as he starts to play with himself.

As you edge nearer and nearer to its climax, electricity buzzes inside and outside his body. It tingles and teases your fingers, it doesn't hurt at first. But slowly and surely it you can feel it becomes more and more intense as you continue.

Finally, Raiden comes. His semen spills out the hole of his cock and splatters all over his face, chest, and abs. The electricity that was around him caused you to scream in surprise and pain as it electrocutes your entire hand. You feel the electrical current go throughout your whole arm which causes it to go numb in the most painful way. You quickly pull out your finger in a hurry which gets Raiden's attention. He is pulled out of his daze and back to reality.

Raiden sits upright and looks at you concerned. He sees your electrocuted fingers and an instant regret washes over him. "Oh, Y/n, I'm so sorry. I-I knew was a mistake." He takes your hand into his and in his and inspects it attentively. He looks up at you embarrassed. "We need to get you medical attention...Uh...next time...we should use something else... maybe something more phallic..."

Kenshi

If this man drinking he will spit it out after hearing this. He's definitely not on board with this. "Why the hell would he do that?" That's it, flat-out rejection. The end... Until of course, he couldn't stop thinking about it. The idea of you touching, and fondling him, caused him to get harder and harder as he went on to think about it, He can't take it anymore. So, finally, he yielded and agreed to this.

Now there he is, on all fours, his back and his tight, fine ass facing you. It pulsates open and shut eagerly awaiting your touch. "Okay, Y/n, let's make this quick."

Kenshi can't help but gasp in surprise as he feels you thrust your fingers into him. "Shit!" He cries. The feeling of you inside him is so strange, it takes him some time to finally get used to it. His ass slowly begins to soften up as he gets used to the feeling, this sensation starts to feel much better and better.

He continues to gasp and his body shivers as you go deeper and deeper into him. He curses and whines in between every moan, he's loving this just as much as he's hating it.

Being with the Yakuza for so long had stunted Kenshi's sexual drive and instead created a disturbed appetite for violence inside of him. He was grateful he left and even more grateful he found you. With you, what you doing to him, makes him feel things that he's never felt before.

As you continue, Kenshi feels his hands wander as he starts to touch himself all over. Feelings rush throughout his body that he's never felt before. It's so overwhelming, it's amazing. His hands make their way to his cock and balls and he begins to play with himself.

You feel his hole starts to quiver and become more sensitive as you continue. You both can feel it, his climax.

Keshi's moans get louder and more curses slip through his mouth as he raises his head up and whines. "That's right. Fuck me, you sexy bitch!".

He insists that you start calling him slurs and other degrading stuff to get him off. He likes when you call him a slut and filth. Maybe he'll even ask you to spit on him.

Finally he cums, a surprisingly a lot. This could possibly the first time he came this much. It spills out all the over the sheets and it's intoxicating smell rushes throughout the room.

He turns and looks at you, a wild passion is in his eyes. "Now you've done it, you little slut." he growls as he grabs you and pulls you onto the bed with him. He gets top of you and smile. The two of you go at it for a few hours before you finally collapse and fall asleep in each others arms.

Rain

The mage isn't panicked nor does he immediately shut you down. He's more confused.He's not fully against the concept, but he isn't 100% for it either. But he does trust you, he love you, you'd never do anything that would hurt him, right?

So he gives little resistance as he gets naked and lies on his back for you. He grabs his legs and attempts to spread them, which is hard considering he isn't all that flexible. Spreading his ass checks to reveal his beautiful brown hole to you. "You'll be gentle with me, right?" he asks, still unsure and a little nervous.

He screams as your finger dive into his heat. You hesitate and almost pull out until rain grabs your hand and pulls you back into him. "There is no turning back now...do it." he demands.

Your finger(s) rub his anal walls, somehow you hit all the right spots even though it is supposedly your first time.

Rain rubs his body as he moans, one hand squeezes his huge chest while the other rubs his abs. Eventually they make their way down to his dick and balls.

Rain thought he knew every form of pleasure when mastered all forms of magic that was available to him and when he had met, but now, he is experiencing a new pleasure he never even knew was possible. "Amazing..." He moans.

His body shivers and his moans grow louder. The possibility is high that people can hear you. But you don't care and Rain especially doesn't care, maybe he will later but right now he is focused on the feeling coursing through his body.

Before you know it, he cums. His hot semen squirts out, drenching both him and you with its sticky substance. He slowly pull your finger out as Rain just lies there on his with his eyes wide open in awe.

He abruptly sits up and grabs onto you, an insatiable hunger is no in his eyes. "More, you have to show me more." He insists. Rain is a very ambitious man, he has mastered multiple forms magic, now he wishes to master multiple forms of sex. As many as he can. And he want to do it with you.

[scekrex]

Adam is so big compared to everyone else I just keep thinking of him carrying reader around everywhere. On his shoulder, lounging in the crook of his arm, perched on his back. He doesn’t have time for your tiny legs to keep up when you’re walking, he’s gonna scoop ya up!

I've been talking about that w my boyfriend some time ago and I fucking love the thought of Adam carrying his lover around so fucking much. Like yeah, pick me up 'n' carry me around like the fucking prince I feel like.

About bragging and loving

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam rushed through heaven’s streets, or at least it seemed that way to you, this fuckhead you adored so much had some fucking long legs and therefore was a lot faster than you. While normally he was walking slower in order to chat with you or just enjoy your presence walking next to him, that wasn’t the case this time, this time he kept up his pace and when he looked backwards to check what was taking you so long, he rolled his eyes when he saw that you were further behind than he had thought. God be damned for making you shorter than him - not that he truly minded, he couldn’t care less about your height, but right now he didn’t feel like walking as slow as a fucking grandfather. So he stopped in his tracks and waited for you to catch up to him - which took you a little while, even though you were walking quite fast. Yet not fast enough to keep up to his insanely quick pace, you doubted that anyone was able to keep up with him at this point. “C’mere,” he mumbled under his breath as he grabbed you under your shoulders and lifted you all the way up until you were sitting on his shoulders, “Your slow ass takes way too fucking long.”

You were completely caught off guard and therefore didn’t really react to what just happened, Adam had always made it clear that he wasn’t a taxi or whatever so him just carrying you around randomly usually only happens when you promised him something in return. It wasn’t that he wasn’t enjoying carrying you around, he absolutely loved it, but there was a difference between carrying you around the house and carrying you around in public - at least to him there was. And you understood, if he felt uncomfortable doing so you were the last person who would force him to do otherwise. “The fuck?” you asked quietly, the question was more directed to yourself than him, yet he was quick to respond, “You better get used to it, bitch.” Which was even more surprising because why? He never minded walking slower so that you were able to keep up with him. “Gotta show my fiancè off ‘n’ how fucking handsome he is,” he added quickly, seemingly sensing your confusion about his statement. “Ah so this is to brag, huh?” you grinned, leaning over his head to look down at him. His golden eyes shot upwards, seeking for yours, a grin was also found on his face as he gave you a light nod, “Bet your sexy ass it fucking is.” That on the other hand, made much more sense - at least it did a little bit. As Adam continued to walk through heaven’s streets you were busy petting his soft brown hair that you loved to play with so much. If this was how the afterlife would continue to be, you were indeed quite fond of the idea of getting used to it - this surely was heaven.

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The ‘picking you up and carrying you around’ didn’t stop there, it surely grew to become one of Adam’s newest habits in fact. He had swiped you off your feet the moment you had left the house together and ever since then he had carried you bridal style as he directly headed to your favorite cafè, the people there knew you and your brunette fiancè quite well, it had been your go-to cafè for a couple thousand years after all and their were all equally surprised when Adam walked through the door with you in his arms, the stupidly proud grin on your face was telling them all they needed to know and all of them were smart enough to not question the first man’s decisions - one of them had done that once and it never happened again because of how long Adam had argued with them, based on his arguments he had lost before the discussion had even started yet he had been determined to win that argument and at some point the employees had just given up and let him have his way. It had been for the better, that you were sure about.

-

The night was warm, one of the warmest nights you remembered and the first man had decided to use that for a relaxing flight, of course he had asked you to join him and who were you to refuse? The night was literally perfect for something like that.

“Can’t keep up with me when we fucking walk, can’t keep up with me when we fucking fly,” he hummed jokingly as he came up underneath you until you were sitting on his back, seated right between his neck and his wings, his lips were stretched into a cocky grin as his hands reached for your ankles to make sure you wouldn’t fall off his back. “The fuck am I supposed to do with your slow fucking ass, carry you around for all of motherfucking eternity?” You tilted your head to the side, knowing very well he wasn’t able to see any of it as you responded, “Surely wouldn’t mind that at all.” The soft chuckle that escaped him vibrated through both of your bodies, “Bet ya fucking wouldn’t. I’m fucking Adam after all, who wouldn’t love getting carried through eternity by me?” And while that earned him a playful slap against his shoulder by you, you didn’t disagree with him because you had to admit, he did have a solid point.

[pettyrevenge-base]

A customer abused our support staff, so I let her know that she wasn't as anonymous as she thought she was.

Several years ago, I worked the late shift as an online customer support agent for a women’s clothing company. The other CSAs and I were constantly mistreated by crappy customers, and our managers did absolutely nothing to support us. The company valued its customers so much that the rules for dealing with them were disgustingly lax. For example, this one guy would call in obviously masturbating, but we weren’t allowed to hang up on him because he never actually said he was. We had a three-strike policy where a customer could say pretty much anything they wanted to three times before they were disconnected and banned. But we also had a “one day turnover” policy where if a customer was cut off for inappropriate behavior, the ban was reset the next day! So someone could come in, tell you that you’re a bitch three times, get kicked off, and then come and do it again the next day. The entire time I worked there, I never saw a single person get permanently banned. Not even the masturbating guy. I eventually ended up quitting specifically because a customer harassed me to the point of me crying, and my manager’s response was that I could have an unpaid 10-minute break now instead of my 15-minute break later. Yeah.

One of the worst customers was this woman we’ll call Kathy. This woman would enter our CSA chats around midnight, drunk (she admitted to this). She would ask questions like, “What jeans do you think go with this top?” While the CSA answered, Kathy would say things like, “Wow, this is taking so long. Imagine working a minimum wage job at midnight. Bet you want to kill yourself.” Warning #1. The next time, it would get a little worse. “Wow, you’re such a loser. Have you ever thought about killing yourself? I would if I was you.” Warning #2. The last time each night, it would be something like, “I hope you die. You’re so sad. You should kill yourself.” At that point, we’d let her know we could no longer help her, and we’d disconnect her. And then she’d pop back in chat within a few days and the whole thing would start over. She always said the same kinds of things. She clearly knew she could say three separate terrible things to us. Our managers never helped or stepped in.

I once looked this woman up. I wanted to know who she was. To my surprise, I found out that she was a therapist! She had her own practice. I was baffled. What she did was a horrible, cruel, unkind thing... I couldn't believe a therapist would do this.

I later quit working at the company. I waited a few weeks. And then I made a phone call… to Kathy’s practice. I spoke to Kathy. I told her I was seeking therapy. During our intake call, she asked me what kind of issues I was facing. “Well,” I said, “I do this really weird, psychotic thing a few nights a week. I get really drunk, and I start a chat with minimum-wage customer support agents and I tell them multiple times that they should kill themselves. That’s so fucking crazy, right?” She made a tiny noise. A moment passed. The call disconnected.

My friends at the company said that she never messaged them again.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Dom g!p Yuqi and dom g!p Minnie fucking sub girlfriend to remind her who she belongs to after they saw g!p Shuhua getting a little to close to her. I am not fine after my brain decided to just make me think of it😵

- 🐧 anon

So, I guess that the Yuqi, Minnie and the girlfriend are in a relationship all together, that's sound doable.

G!P Minnie X G!P Yuqi X Sub Female Reader

You have always been close with (G)I-dle, you were their friend since their debut and with them you went through a lot of moments, beautiful or hards. Especially during these hards moments, you got a lot closer with Minnie and Yuqi, that quickly became your girlfriend.

As I said before though, you were also close with the other members, so it was not a surprise for anyone that last night you were laughing and joking with Shuhua, but things went overboard when Shuhua seemed to be a bit too touchy with you.

The two girls could swear that she hugged you from behind, only to make you taste her dick, and obviously that was not liked by your girlfriends. They keep it quiet until you three came back home. They seemed calm and relaxed, but when you entered in your bedroom with them, you immediately noticed their glares.

"Did you finished to act like a slut?", asked Yuqi. "I bet you would like to try Shuhua's dick, well, not today, bitch", continued Minnie, before freeing her cock. You wanted do answer that it was not true, but you didn't have the time, because Yuqi pulled your hair, getting you on your knees.

Now you had in front of you the girls with a menacing look and their hard cocks, ready to be sucked...and that's exactly what you did. You started to voraciously suck their members, alternating the two dicks between your mouth and your hands.

You thought that maybe it would have been over after getting a double facial from them, but honestly it was not, because they roughly pushed you on the bed, pulling off all your clothes, until you were naked, letting free the entries for all your holes.

In a matter of few moments, Yuqi started to fuck your pussy, while Minnie put her cock inside your ass. That was the moment where your mind broke, because they never before fucked your holes together. It was like a revelation for you, that cummed after just a couple of minutes.

They went on for hours, switching roles and positions. At the end you were simply a mess, your pussy was sore and you didn't feel your ass anymore. But at least now they were sure you wouldn't be too friendly with Shuhua anymore.

I hope you liked it, friend 💙

Zazá

[allyeardepression]

@jegulus-microfic | march 5 glow | words: 666

this one went from muggle au angst to hogwarts au angst to anniversary surprise to engagement to this. it was meant for yesterday’s prompt but i changed it so many times it was almost today when i finished so here we are i guess. i write for fun, but I treated this one as a PhD thesis 💀 anyways i hope you’ll like it love ya

“I told you it would be easier to go through the nudist beach, it’s empty at this time” Regulus huffed exasperated when his foot slipped off a huge stone for the tenth time in last two minutes. Honestly, what was James thinking? Climbing these rocks was dangerous in a daytime, but doing it at 2 in the morning was just a suicide mission.

“Oh, come on, it’s so close now. Just hold tight” the older boy said over his shoulder, smiling at Regulus as brightly as the Sun. He thought he was smart, but every time James smiled like that his critical thinking disappeared, so he just carried on like every time before.

The plan was to go stargazing at the beach, but there were too many street lights to see anything except the Moon. That’s why James decided to go to their secret little alcove at the bottom of the hill they were camping at. The small piece of land was visible only from behind the barriers on the expressway, so not many tourists knew about it and Regulus could bet that not even all the locals were aware of its existence. To get there you had to either go a bit up the hill and climb the rocks (like they did) or go through the nudist beach (like any sane person would do).

The destination was just a few steps down from them when Regulus’ hands gave up and he fell. It wasn’t a long fall, but landing on wet sand still hurt like a bitch.

“Reg!” he heard James’ terrified voice. Not even three seconds later the other boy was kneeling next to him, checking if he was alive.

"If you ever decide to do something that stupid again, I will literally kill you," Regulus growled, pushing himself up on his elbows. He was a bit sore, but he could move, so everything’s fine. Looking up and around Regulus thought the journey and fall were worth it, not that he would ever admit it out loud.

James had already taken wine and fruit out of his backpack when Regulus opened his to spread a blanket on the ground. They lay on it, looking up at the endless sky painted with stars.

“There’s Vega, over there Deneb and right above us is Altair, they make this thing called ‘Summer Triangle’” Regulus pointed at the stars, snuggling a bit closer to James. The older boy had his arm wrapped around Reg’s waist, the other up in the air, looking like he was trying to reach the sparkly dots above them.

"Where are you tonight?" James asked quietly, rubbing Regulus' side gently. He turned and looked at the young Spaniard. In a soft glow of the Moon, James looked more beautiful than ever, almost angelic and Regulus loved what he saw. He moved a little in James' embrace to place a featherlight kiss on his cheek.

“Way too close to you to be seen” he whispered in his ear in response. The other boy whipped his head dramatically, looking into Regulus’ eyes with a mix of frustration and agitation.

“Are we still talking about stars? Or are you feeling, like, small next to me, or overlooked, or-“ Regulus put his hand on James’ lips, shaking his head ‘no’ and chuckling. It seemed to calm him a bit, because he continued with “Oh, in that case, how outrageous of me! I’m sorry love, but I’ll have to move a bit, you must be seen at all times!” They were both giggling now, the wine only adding to it.

They stayed there for a while, talking, laughing and snogging as the night went by. The sky started to change its colour when they decided to pack up their things and go back to the trailer.

“Oh, oh, look!” James yelled excitedly, like a five-year-old. “That’s me, the big one over there!” and Regulus couldn’t help but laugh when he turned to see the Sun rising over the sea.

the place in question (Calella, Spain)

[jaxteller87]

You Belong to Me

Laying in the middle of the bed in my dorm room, I whispered, nuzzling Amber’s neck as we lay on our sides. “You comfortable, darlin’?”

“I am. Are you?” she asked as I slid inside her. I nodded, biting down gently on my lower lip as I slowly pushed in a little deeper.

“Good,” she responded gently. “Fuck me, big papa.” I could hear her grunt under her breath with each thrust.

“Such a naughty little beauty,” I smirked. Amber closed her eyes and tilted her head back, inviting me to bite her neck playfully. She moaned as I worked my way up to her mouth. I gently grabbed her face and kissed her supple, pink lips.

“I’m yours, darlin’. Always will be,” she moaned into my ear while I moved back down her neck. Amber grabbed a fistful of my hair and passionately kissed me again. I pushed my manhood deeper inside her, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. The heavy panting and initially somewhat quiet encounter soon switched over to loud screaming and the sound of my bedpost banging off the walls. By the time I was done with Amber, anyone who walked down the hall past this room would know who I belonged to. 

Lately, the croweaters have been over the top. Why? Your guess was as good as mine. It wasn’t untypical of them to try and link up with a spoken-for brother, but generally, you could just wave them off, and that’d be that, at least for a few months. This time, it almost seemed like they had made some secret bet amongst themselves on who could get under my sheets the fastest. Twice in the past week, I came down to the clubhouse to find not one but two naked croweaters in my door room. They played it off like they had just ended up there together, exploring their sexualities, but neither of them seemed surprised to see me, and they promptly invited me to join. A few years back, I would have, but being loyal to Amber was important to me. More important than the Club even. Regardless, when this uprising of sex-depraved croweaters happened, I’d decided to take Amber into the dorm any chance I had and give her the what for. Hell, one night, I took her to the bathroom and fucked her on the counter while a bunch of those crows were doing their makeup. In a total powerplay move, I saw Amber’s reflection in the mirror— locking eyes with Ima as I came inside her. When Ima tried to leave, I scooped Amber off the counter and put my back against the door, putting a few more pumps inside her right in front of the dick-starved crow.

Last night was amazing, as usual. When the morning sun shining through the window woke me up, Amber was still nestled in my arms, sleeping. I carefully crawled out of bed, careful not to disturb her. I yawned, looking out the window, and then turned to stare at my sleeping wife. I couldn’t help but smile. I never thought I’d be the type of person to watch a woman sleep. But as I did, one thing was clear to me: I was one lucky son of a bitch. I put my sweats on and headed out to the clubhouse to start a pot of coffee. I damn near broke my ankle trying to get behind the bar. Once I opened the shades, I noticed the chaos from the night before still sprawled out all over the place. Shaking my head with a smile, I saw all the liquor bottles and people passed out everywhere. Bobby was sitting in the corner with a naked twenty-something-year-old passed out across his lap. 

“Good night?” I asked.

“Don’t you know it,” he not so gently pushed her onto the floor. She hit with a thud but continued to sleep. Bobby took the throw blanket off the back of the chair and covered her up. “Sounds like you and Amber were having a hell of a good time as well.”

“Aye,” Chibs raised his head from the bar, “big papa, was it?”

I laughed and poured myself a cup of coffee. “That’s Vice President Big Papa to you,” I joked. With two cups in hand, I headed down the hall to find my wife waking up, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

“Not too bad, Teller,” she chuckled, seeing only one hickey on her chest.

“Then don’t look at your thighs,” I grinned, handing her a cup.

She looked down between her legs and shook her head. “Oh, Teller…”

“I mean, I could make more marks,” I offered.

“I know you could. But this’ll do for now. Thank you,” she smiled.

“Oh, come on,” I teased as we snuggled up with our coffee. “I don’t have anywhere to be today.”

“Even if you did…” Amber began.

“Even if I did, you would take precedence,” I kissed her forehead.

“How about a date?” She asked. By the way she said it, I instantly knew it was something she had been dwelling on for a while.

So, we spent the day out by the lake fishing, one of our favorite pastimes besides riding my bike, of course. Later that evening, we returned home, slightly sunburnt but otherwise in high spirits.

“Here’s some banana bread Bobby gave us. I told him the last time he made it how much we both liked it for something quick in the morning,” I sliced us each a small piece to eat before we retreated to the couch to watch a movie.

Later, we snuggled up, panting in each other’s arms as we moved in a sweet rhythmic motion. Becoming one with each other. “Yes, that’s it, papa. Show me I’m yours,” she cooed as I moved a little faster and pushed a little harder.

After another mind-blowing sexual encounter with my wife, I looked over at Amber, who was smiling with tears streaming down her face. The crying orgasms didn’t happen very often, but when they did, I kicked the aftercare up a notch. “Are you okay?” I asked.

“I promise I’m okay,” she chuckled. “It’s just a lot.”

“I know,” I smiled. “I’m so happy you’re mine, Amber,” nuzzling her neck and nipping at it a bit.

Once she was ready, I got a drink of cold tea and a snack for her.

“What have I told you? You don’t have to be embarrassed; just tell me I really did my job,” I chuckled, holding her close again.

She just smiled, giving my beard a loving scratch. “I’m so glad I get to call you mine, Teller,” she smiled.

[supercap2319]

Hell Hath No Fury

Sky didn’t have time to dodge the punch aimed at his face as Y/N hit him square between the eyes and he staggered back in surprise. He looked up from his throbbing and bleeding nose and up at the really pissed off Ice Fairy. Sky’s never seen Y/N so angry like this. The surrounding air was so cold and sharp that it actually hurt Sky to take in oxygen. “Y/N? What the fuck are you doing—”

“HOW COULD YOU!” Y/N practically roared as other students started to stare and whispered about them. The keeper of the Ice Serpent and the Prince of Eraklyon in the middle of an argument? Very big news.

“How could I what?!” Sky asked. “What the fuck did I do to deserve to be punched in the face for?”

Y/N sucked in a harsh breath as his voice deepened and Sky could see his breath as he spoke every word from his mouth. “You and your psycho girlfriend!”

Sky frowns. “My girlfriend? No, Diaspro is not my girlfriend, Y/N. She’s not even my fiancé anymore.”

“Well, whatever you guys are to each other, you guys should be thrown in jail for your fucking magical arson.” Sky’s eyes widened at that. Diaspro wouldn't be that stupid, would she?

The prince looks at the Fairy as he gulps. “Y/N, what did she do to you?”

“She set my house on fire, Sky! She set me on fire and told me, ‘Surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you saw the last of me.’ It's a good thing her magic wasn't strong enough to kill me, and luckily my parents weren't hurt,” Y/N said. He began to cry and Sky looked so guilty, even if he had nothing to do with it. “Y/N, you have to believe me. I didn't know about this. I swear.”

“Why should I believe anything you say, Brandon? Oh, wait, it's prince Sky of Eraklyon? You had no problem lying to me for four months and making me believe that you like me. That you cared about me. When all this time you were stringing me along while you were engaged to someone else. Then I was humiliated in front of the whole school while you comforted her and left me broken and crying on my knees.”

“Wait, if you would just let me explain—”

“—Enough! No more lies. I'm going to find your slutty little princess and then I'm going to make her wish that she was never born.” Y/N turns on his heels, an ice trail following him as Sky runs after him. “Y/N, wait, you can't just do this.”

Y/N turns to Sky, fist frozen over as he looks at the blonde-haired boy. “Do you want another one?” He indicated to his fist.

Sky shook his head no.

“Good.”

Y/N walked off as Sky watched him go.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

turned my water into wine #50

surprise, bitch, bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. this one was prompted by duchesscharliejames on ao3. see my masterpost.

There aren't a great many things that Grog takes seriously. Ale. Bedding women. His axe, which he sharpens with reverence every night before bed. His position within the Royal Guard, even though technically there are no more royals to guard. He's content to keep an eye on the young once-royals when they gallivant about, trusts that his size and his scowl will keep any and all threats away from his charges.

But what Grog sometimes fails to account for is how wily young children can be. Grog is fast, but not as fast as them, and it's easier to keep threats from them than it is to keep them from threatening themselves. Scanlan has accused Grog on more than one occasion of having a death wish—yes, his first thought upon being confronted by an owlbear was to wrestle it, is that so insane?—but his impulsivity could never compare to the way Vax and Keyleth's children throw themselves head-first into danger. How many times has Grog retrieved them from a tree they could climb up but not down, or snatched them back just before they darted right beneath a horse's hooves? Grog takes keeping these young ones alive very seriously, because it is, quite frankly, very difficult.

When Vilya and her visiting cousin, Vesper, wish to go play bandits in the woods, Grog is more than happy to join, mostly because he, too, loves playing bandits. The forest at the edge of Zephrah is bare this time of year, most of the leaves already littering the floor, which the girls crunch happily as they dash between trees. Grog plods along, doing his best to keep both excitable girls in his view at all times.

Vesper runs up to him and tugs on his trouser leg. "Grog, will you be a scary monster?"

Grog would love to be a scary monster. He fixes his face into a terrible grimace and roars. The girls shriek with delight and take off, and Grog gives chase. Vesper was closer, so he goes after her first, taking long, slow strides after her as she howls. He lets her get away from him for a minute or two before swooping in and catching her, lifting her high into the air as she wriggles and squeals and laughs.

Putting on his best monster voice, deep and silly, Grog says loudly, "Mmm, one little girl to eat, but I think TWO would be even better!"

Just as he turns to head after Vilya, he hears a high-pitched, terrified scream, and Grog knows in his bones that it is not the excited scream Vesper gave while being chased. He tears off at once, trying to remember the direction in which he saw Vilya run. Vesper is tucked under one arm like a ball. "Grog, was that Vilya?"

She sounds scared, and Grog doesn't know what to tell her, because he's scared, too. "I think so." His words are punctuated by a growl, low and ominous. It's coming from their left, so Grog turns and moves in that direction. Ahead, he can see her, little Vilya, back up against a tree, but she's not moving, save for the tremble Grog can see even from here.

He stops, turns, and sets Vesper high up in the branches of a tree. "Stay here," he commands, keeping his voice low. "Do not make a sound, and do not climb down on your own." Vesper nods, eyes wide with terror.

Grog's instinct is to creep forward, but the leaf litter will be too loud under foot to allow for stealth. Instead, he bounds in Vilya's direction, throwing himself, snarling and huge, between her and what he now sees to be a mountain lion ready to pounce. He roars, not the playful roar from before, but a powerful, booming, furious roar. The mountain lion ducks even closer to the ground, and so Grog takes a large, threatening step forward. Clearly decided that the delicious child would not be worth the risk, the big cat slinks off, disappearing between the trees.

Before he can turn around, Grog feels something slam into the back of his leg as tiny arms wrap around him. Vilya is shaking so much Grog's teeth chatter. He spins as best he can and crouches down in front of her. "Are you alright, Vily?"

Vilya lets go of his leg to throw her arms around his neck, and he catches her easily. "That was really scary."

Grog hugs her tight. "Yeah, it was. I haven't been that scared in a long time."

Vilya looks up at him, confused. "But you weren't scared. You were brave."

"Well, those two things can happen at the same time, Vily. I was brave in front of the mountain lion, because it's my job to keep you safe. But before that? I was very scared that something bad was going to happen to you."

"Oh." She chews her lip thoughtfully. "I'm glad you were scared, then, because it meant you could be brave, and I really needed you to be brave."

Grog hugs her again. "I'll always be brave for you, Vily, don't you worry. But hey." He tweaks her nose with his massive finger. "You were pretty brave, too."

Her eyes go wide. "I was?"

"You stared down a mountain lion. That's some hero stuff if I've ever saw it." She giggles, and he lifts her up to sit on one of his shoulders, and it's a short walk back to the tree where he left Vesper.

"VIL!" She scrambles onto Grog's other shoulder when he approaches and throws her arms around her cousin over his head. "I was really scared!"

"Me too," Vilya replies, "but I was also brave."

As Grog sets off back toward the cottage on the edge of the castle grounds, Vilya begins to tell Vesper all about her mountain lion encounter. Vesper listens in rapt attention, waiting for the end to say, "Whoa. You have got to tell everyone that story when we get home."

True fear strikes Grog right in the heart—he does not want to lose this job. "Uh, maybe we keep this adventure to ourselves, alright, girls?"