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Title: Money Good Vidder: Sisabet Fandom: Hustlers (2019) Music: Money Good by Megan Thee Stallion Focus: Ramona/Destiny Summary: Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should Additional Notes: Made for elipie for Festivids 2019.

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I posted this way beyond sleeping hours because I was in a mood. Didn't expect it to get re-blogged and so now I am writing this description after the fact and adding the thoughtful tags from mmhm vids to my original post. This vid was created by the vidder from their personal experience of their own breakup, and it was their first vid.

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[fafomama]

Competition

Summary: Tama Tonga and Jey Uso have a friendly competition, judged by OC.

Warnings/Triggers: Smut, MDNI, 18+ only, choking, bondage, PIV, creampie, oral (both receiving), spanking, language, marking

Featuring: Tama Tonga x OC x Jey Uso

Again, MDNI! 18+ only!

Everything is fiction. I don't own nothing except the thoughts in my head.

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They say a little competition is healthy, but at what point does it cross from healthy to toxic?

Lennox adjusted the incline on the treadmill, tightening her ponytail, and picking up her speed to a slow jog when the gym door swung open briefly catching her attention as the two men walked in.

Tama and Jey.

Jey and Tama.

So different, but so, undeniably similar.  Both building careers on their own, breaking out of their father’s shadows.  Both being known for teaming with their brothers.  Both rooted in their family, carrying their heritage with pride, evidenced by the ink adorning their bodies.  Both absolutely gorgeous.  Both dangerous.

Tama was definitely the more cocky, confident, more smooth, more wild of the two.  Every move calculated and controlled but so fluid and always bordering on unbridled. Watching him was like watching choreographed chaos.  From the way he would slide in to the ring to the way he walked to how his eyes shifted from dark brown, a quick flash of lightening in them before they turned almost black when his mood changed…or when he saw something he wanted.  He was mesmerizing.

Jey was slightly more reserved but still oozing confidence, a quieter note to his bravado.  His movements more spontaneous, hectic, reactionary. Watching him was like watching a storm rolling in.  One minute the air around him would be light, relaxing…the next, his hands would clap together, posture would shift, tone would become darker.  He was tantalizing.

Both men on a mission with something to prove, even if to no one else but themselves.

“Hey, Len” Tama nodded in her direction, acknowledging they weren’t alone.  Jey simply glanced over his shoulder, tilting his chin up, giving her a silent ‘hey’.

“Boys.” Lennox smiled politely and turned her attention back to the treadmill, increasing the speed.

Lennox stopped suddenly, jerking her headphones off her head, when a roll of wrist tape flew in front of her, narrowly missing her face.  “What the fuck?”

“Aye, sorry, Len.  But tell this fool ain’t no way yeyeye is more over than yeet.”  Shaking her head and laughing at Jey’s impression of Tama, Lennox grabbed her water bottle, taking a long drink. “I’m not getting in the middle of that.  I learned my lesson last time.”  Somehow, Lennox always found herself in the middle of their impromptu competitions.  Usually it was inane things…who had the better haircut, who had the better hair before they both got cuts, who wore a particular article of clothing better, who was the better driver.  Other times it was more serious, more tense, words occasionally crossing to shoving and even sometimes becoming physical, with the two exchanging blows.  Who pulled off a certain move better, who was better on the mic, who stole the spotlight during a match.  Most of the time, when things got out of hand, everyone just sat back and let them go until they would both be sitting across from each other, nursing random injuries but laughing, having forgotten why they were fighting, calling a truce.  Other times, their brothers would step in to separate them.  In rarer instances when it would take more than Jimmy and Loa, Jacob would step in too.

“Man,” Tama interrupted, “she just don’t wanna hurt your feelings because y’all been fucking.” Catching the shared look between Lennox and Jey, Tama continued on, “What? Yall thought nobody knew? Jimmy told everyone he caught yall in his garage a few weeks ago.”

Lennox felt a blush creep over her, but forced a shrug.  Jey laughed and shook his head, “Of course he did.  But, aye, you just mad I stepped up first.”

“Len,” Tama’s voice caught her attention again, “if we had both stepped to you at the same time, who woulda got it?”

Amusement hidden behind an eyeroll, Lennox stepped off the treadmill, “Nope, not getting pulled in to that one either.” Grabbing her gym bag, she paused at the door before turning around, “But, for what it’s worth, if you both came up to me at the same time running game…kind of sounds like a win win for everyone.  But, mostly me.” The gym door shut behind her adding an unneeded emphasis to her last words, leaving the two men sharing a look, wheels turning and ideas formulating between them, a challenge accepted.

If the two of them fighting was dangerous, Tama and Jey being on the same page, locked in on a mutual goal was downright criminal.  A hurricane and a wild fire set on the same path.

Lennox set her phone on the nightstand, a knowing smile spreading across her face when she heard the knock.  Feigning exasperation and boredom, she opened the door, not at all surprised to see the two men at her door.  “I’m not judging who can eat the most tacos.” Lennox had turned, opening the door wider, a silent invitation for them to come in.

Jey spoke first, as Tama nudged the door shut, the two men stepping inside, “I’m not hungry.  You hungry?”

Tama shook his head, “Nah, but I can definitely eat.”  The implication of his words hung in the air, grabbing Lennox and shaking her.  Lennox looked from one to the other, the shift in their demeanor from earlier was obvious.  This wasn’t friendly competition to see who could get under her skin first or who could make her blush fastest.  This was a war and Lennox was starting to realize it wasn’t them against each other, battling for whatever prize they wanted from her.  No, they were on the same side.  She was the opponent.  Her resolve, her body, her will power, her sanity.  Her.  They were going to tear her apart in the most delicious way possible. 

“So, is this where I pretend I have no idea why you two are here?” Seeking to take some kind of control, Lennox questioned, shifting her focus again between the two men standing in front of her.

“Nah, we’re all adults.  We all know what’s up.  We all wanna be here, right?” Jey spoke, words flowing out like warm honey.  Smooth.  “Right?” He asked again, taking a step forward, grabbing at Lennox’s hip and pulling her closer.   A movement the two had done a dozen times before, but this time, the pull was different.  It wasn’t just to get her closer, it was to give more space behind her to allow Tama who was moving now to close in.  And maybe, just a little bit was a reminder to Lennox and Tama which man had been there first.

“Right.” Lennox finally spoke, her voice certain but there was an underlying hesitation that dissolved the second she heard Tama’s voice and felt his warm breath against the back of her neck, “She knows what she’s doing.  She’s thought about this…she’s right where she wants to be.”  His voice low and warm, almost comforting.  Almost.  But his words twisted in her gut, making it flutter.

“What’s the word?” Jey tilted her head back, his face a breath away from hers.

“Philly” Lennox breathed out.

“And if you can’t talk?” Tama.  Of course he would be the one to think about what she would do if her mouth was otherwise busy.

Lennox reached one hand to Jey, and one back to Tama, pinching hard on each of their arms.  “That work?” She watched as they both nodded before adding, “Not gonna need either though.”

“You definitely will.”  Jey’s statement was simple, terrifying, and exhilarating all at once.

He was on her, smashing her body between him and Tama, the smell of their bodies intoxicating and overwhelmingly arousing.  Woodsy.  Smoky.  Manly.

A fist in her hair and a jerk of the hand had her neck wrenched, head tilted back to meet Tama’s ravenous mouth.  He was starved.  Determined.  A man on a mission to make up lost time and stake his own claim to her body in an attempt to level the playing field between him and the man who was already familiar with her body and how she liked things. 

Clothes quickly became a fleeting memory, discarded from overheated bodies with little regard or care, tossed around the room, falling wherever.

In what felt like no more time than a blink, but could have been minutes, or even hours because time didn’t matter anymore, Lennox was on the bed, Tama between her legs, mouth on her dripping sex, hands holding her hips still.  Jey was pacing the room, looking, searching for something, an unspoken idea brewing.  

“Damn, Len, pussy too sweet not to share.” Tama’s mouth barely leaving her, his statement almost a private conversation between him and her core.  Lennox bucked off the bed, hands gripping at the sheets, at Tama, his head, his back, the headboard, her own body as she shook, her arousal leaking out of her.   Tama turned his head, sucking and biting on her inner thigh, leaving a bruise and a perfect bite impression in his wake.

“Tama one.  Uso zero.” Lennox didn’t even have to open her eyes to know the smirk on Tama’s face as he taunted Jey with his words.

“Don’t get cocky. I ain’t even got started yet.” Jey was on the bed now, a charging cord in his fist. “Hands, mama.”  Lennox obediently raised her hands to him, watching as he wrapped the cord around both her wrists, securing them together. “You good?” He gave the cord a tug and watched as she nodded.

A startled gasp filled the room when Lennox was yanked sideways on the bed by her bound wrists. “Open up, Baby, let me paint that throat.”  Tama was standing above her, her head hanging off the side of the bed, the cord around her wrists held tight in his hand while the other fisted his cock, tapping the head on her lips.  Lennox opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out, moaning quietly when Tama slapped the head of his dick on her tongue, precum leaking on to her mixing with her saliva, leaving a string between her tongue and his cock that dripped down on to her chin. Tama shifted just enough, sliding his length between her eager lips, watching as she swallowed him. 

Lennox jerked forward when she felt Jey’s mouth clamp on to the inside of her thigh, leaving his own mark opposite of Tama’s.  The conflicting sensations of Tama’s grip on her hair with one hand, while yanking on the cord around her wrists with the other, his cock hitting the back of her throat with enough force to leave its own bruise mixed with Jey’s tongue now sucking on her clit, fingers working inside her, curling just how she needed him.  Another orgasm racked her, lifting her back and hips off the bed.  Lennox was certain she would have levitated had Tama not been buried inside her throat, keeping her shoulders and head pinned down.  With a yank of her hair, pulling her face against his groin, another orgasm rocked through her, covering Jey’s fingers, the scandalous sounds attempting to leave her mouth, muffled by Tama’s dick and his own groans and curses and he exploded in her mouth, pouring down her throat.

“Two Uso.  One Tama.” Jey grinned, arrogance flowing out.  “Gimme those hands.” Tama let go of the cord and leaned back on the bed, catching his breath. Jey pulled on the knot, releasing one hand and flipping Lennox on to her stomach and grabbing her wrists again, knotting them behind her. 

Lennox lurched forward, forehead making contact with Tama’s knee when Jey slammed in to her, pulling her back to meet his hips by yanking on the knot holding her wrists together.  A barely coherent, “Oh fuck” spilled out of her mouth, laced with need and want…pain and pleasure.  Jey’s hard thrusts behind her, a stark contradiction to Tama now.  His hand smoothing her hair, massaging her aching shoulders.  “Look at you, Baby.  You hear that?  Fucking obscene.”  Tama was right, the sounds coming from her body, the wet squelching, the slapping of her ass against Jey’s pelvis, the moans, the grunts, the curses, the smack of Jey’s palm against her flesh…every bit of it was obscene and enough to push her over the edge again.  Jey following behind her with an “Oh shit” and a hard tug on her bound hands with a series of shallow, hard, spastic slams of his hips.  The warm stickiness of him spilling out of her as she collapsed beneath him, her head falling from Tama’s shin to the bed.

“Three, one.  Better catch up.”

Lennox wasn’t certain which of the men spoke, but she knew for certain Tama was behind her now, pushing between her soaked and sloppy folds.  “Got a couple more left.” He wasn’t asking, he was telling her, running a hand down her back to where her wrists met, tugging her back again this time to meet his powerful snaps.  Lennox opened her mouth to allow a moan to slip out only to have Jey slide between her lips, easing into her.

“God damn, mama, you ain’t tapped yet?” 

A raspy “uhn uh” was all she could manage; any words being silenced by Jey’s cock in her mouth and Tama’s relentlessly feral strokes behind her.  Her eyes were watering as she adjusted to breathe through her nose, throat raw and aching, ass sore and now marked with two sets of handprints, each thigh bearing their individual marks like a proud battle scar.  She slid easily into another orgasm and faintly heard Tama behind her, “One more, baby.”

Gripping the front of her neck and pushing her head further into Jey’s pelvis, Tama shifted, grinding against her ass, angling himself impossibly deeper with short, hard thrusts.  “Hold her throat.” Tama let go and gripped her shoulder.  Jey reached down, grabbing her bare neck, “Oh shit, mamas.  I can feel my dick.” He squeezed a little tighter, feeling her throat tighten around him.

“Fuck, man.  Do that shit again.  She liked that.” Tama growled out feeling her walls clench around him nearing her release again.  “You’re doing so good, baby.”  He let go of her shoulder and slid his hand down between her legs, slapping her clit over and over setting off a chain reaction.  Her own release slamming through her, followed immediately by both men filling her, mouth and pussy both greedily taking their cum into her body before she collapsed.

Tama eased the cord off her wrists, each man taking a hand and rubbing the angry red welts, a quiet stillness engulfing them before Tama spoke, “Three – three.”

Lennox shook her head and rasped out a quiet whisper, her throat raw and aching in the most torturously spent way, “I think…” she swallowed hard, wincing slightly, “I won.”

To the victor go the spoils.

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» "Careful now. Don't you know how wild these thoughts will run?"

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! WARNING ! Blood (Suicide/Murder), Physical Triggers (Flashing Lights/Quick Cuts/Glitch Effects), Spoilers 「 Festivids '24 Fanvid  // Don't Worry Darling (Alice Chambers) 」 Character(s) included: Jack Chambers, Frank, Shelley, Bunny, Margaret Watkins ♫ "Ideas" by Au/Ra (CC subtitles available on Youtube)

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Title: Powerhouse Vidder: valoise Fandom: Discworld - Going Postal Summary: "Moist von Lipwig finds redemption while resurrecting the Ankh-Morpork Post Office. Adora Dearheart is almost impressed." Music: Powerhouse by The Raymond Scott Quintette, instrumental Warnings: physical triggers (quick cuts/flashing lights)

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Hello!

I'm Frosty, I use Fae/It/They/She pronouns I'm Queer and I'm 18+. I reblog pretty much everything that sparks my interest at the time and I rarely post. However! I do have a few side blogs you can follow if you want to see my art and writing. (I'm working slowly on my own book too!)

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Anime

Demon Slayer

Fullmetal Alchemist (Especially Brotherhood)

My Hero Academia (Kinda... I don't interact with the fandom much but the world is a bit like playdough to me)

Games

Legend of Zelda (Almost Always hyperfixated on this...)

Undertale / Deltarune (Not particularly active in the fandom but the games are important to me given when I first played them.)

Animal Crossing (I've played all the main titles)

Books

Valdemar Universe by Mercedes Lackey (Especially The Last Herald Mage trilogy. I love my sad gay bois here.)

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Criminal Minds (have not seen the last few seasons)

NCIS (idk where I am with this tbh)

Star Trek (closer to Fandom By Osmosis)

Stargate SG1 (I've seen through Season 8 I think?)

Avatar The Last Airbender

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The Adventure Zone (Specifically Season 1: Balance. [Redacted] is best girl.)

My Brother, My Brother, and Me (Not caught up but it has me in stitches every time)

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The Measure of a Man (Reprise)

“I aspire to be better than I am.”

A massive character study edit on Data Soong. An edit I’ve been working on since I started TNG last year.

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Title: Kill the Lights Fandom: Revolutionary Girl Utena Vidder: nanatamago Music: The Birthday Massacre - Kill the Lights Summary: from the vidder: "In the end, both the prince and the castle where eternity dwells are just illusions. I shall now reveal reality to you" A tribute to the endurance of Utena and Anthy's friendship, even when what they knew wasn't as it seemed. Warnings: canon typical implied rape; canon flashing lights and quick cuts

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#cant find it rn but that steve rogers fergie glamorous vid is etched forever into my soul#it was the first time i'd encountered the song and now smile fondly every time i hear IF YOU AIN'T GOT NO MONEY TAKE YO BROKE ASS HOME!!! (by defeateddetectives)

It might be this one: Link Here? by @trelkez (warning for physical triggers (quick cuts/flashing lights)

There is something incredibly wholesome about your relationship with that one song featured in that fanvid you've watched more times than is socially acceptable to admit to out loud. You are somehow kin.

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For my tumblr bestie @random-rave 🔥⭐️ a Nalu birthday gift of smut 🎁

Before opening her birthday present from Levy, Lucy read the attached card. She was quite curious about its contents ever since she’d been warned to open the gift at home and not at the guild where she’d received it.

‘Follow the instructions on the potion for a kinky fun surprise. I’ll tell you later how I found it. Have fun you two!’

Kinky surprise? Lucy’s brow raised. She opened the box next and pulled out a small green bottle filled with an unknown liquid.

‘Draconian elixir for mages only. Drink contents to transform into a faux dragon slayer. Heightens sense of smell, taste, and touch along with physical features. Magic possessed by the user may be intensified. Effects are temporary and will wear off in 12 hours.’

“Why would Levy think this is kinky?” Lucy wondered aloud until a recent conversation jogged her memory. Right... she’d mentioned the biting thing... Lucy laughed and tucked the bottle into her pocket. This will make for a very kinky surprise indeed! Natsu was due to arrive home the next day from a quick mission a couple towns over from Magnolia. So, that gave Lucy some time to prepare a delectable meal they’ll never forget. ‘Happy birthday to me!’

When Natsu arrived at Lucy’s apartment, he found a note on the dining table that simply read: Meet me at your cottage and tell Happy not to follow. Well, he knew what that meant, but why his cottage? He shrugged it off for the time being and informed the Exceed who had plans of his own anyway with Carla.

It was a curious thing to meet at his cottage now that they’d officially become a couple. He’d moved into her apartment while his home remained a storehouse for his collectibles and her growing book collection. Though the second part of Lucy’s message made more sense since the cottage provided a lot more privacy for their rambunctious encounters.

The closer he got, a brighter bounce in his step took hold as his imagination ran wild. Once they’d made the leap to a romantic relationship, it opened a whole new world to them. It’s true Lucy had to explain a few misunderstandings, like the where human babies actually come from thing, but what came surprisingly naturally was the sex. It was as if his dragon instincts were awakened, and primal urges became his teacher. They were both nervous in their first encounter, but once the pheromones had hit, it was all over.

Wait a minute! Natsu paused a few steps outside of his cottage and put his nose to the air. Lucy’s scent had changed somehow, stronger, headier, with a bit of dragon essence woven in. Was there someone else inside?! Another slayer?! His eyes shifted into a serpentine pupil and a growl escaped his lips as he raced to the door and threw it open. “Lucy, what’s go—!” Natsu stopped dead in his tracks.

“Welcome home, Natsu,” the blonde grinned, flashing the longer fangs the potion had given her.

The scent was coming from Lucy?! “Why do you smell like a slayer?!”

“Well,” she sauntered closer, “Levy found a temporary potion that gives me some slayer features for 12 hours and these,” she tapped a fang, “resulted from that.”

“Anything else?”

Lucy shrugged, “my senses are also heightened, but I’m mostly excited for the fangs because now I get to do some marking of my own.”

So, of all the things they’ve tried out, biting was a kink Lucy never realized she’d like receiving or Natsu in giving. When he bit her the very first time and broke through the skin, they were both washed over with a strange sensation akin to the connection she’d felt when she had written in the END book. But when she’d asked Levy if they’d had a similar experience, the answer was no. Lucy surmised she and Natsu’s bond was much deeper than they’d ever realized.

“Awww,” he pouted, though a smirk stilled curled at edge of his lips. “That’s my thing.”

“Pfft, well too bad.” Lucy grinned and ran a finger down his chest, then trailed it back to his neck. “I’m gonna make sure to put one right,” she presses on his nape, “here, so everyone will see it like you’ve done to me. Property of Lucy.”

“Mmm,” his own fang flashed, “that’s kinda turning me on.”

“Oh, yeah? Then why don’t you show me just how much?”

Natsu swept Lucy off her feet and walked to the back of the cottage where a bed was set up, placing her down while pulling at her clothes and coveting her lips. Hands were everywhere, both sets yanking and stripping away fabric to reveal the flesh beneath like a runaway train with no intention of stopping. Her excitement that afternoon was increased, be it the potion itself or the exhilaration it brought. Though his scent was something she’d come to love, it was toxic this time due to her heightened sense of smell. Oh, how the taste of his smoky saliva made her salivate and her fangs almost tingled! She moaned against their molded mouths in bursts, chasing his tongue with her own and mewling when he sucked the hot flesh.

Her passions and mixed scent served to fuel a new wave of lust in Natsu as well. He would have shredded Lucy’s clothes if he didn’t wanna hear the ending of it. His growls and grunts melded with her purring rumbles like two wild animals in ardent throes to rival a fight for dominance. Natsu wasn’t sure if it was the potions effects, but she was sure straining his muscles tonight to stay in control! He pinned her down momentarily. “I won’t let you win!”

Lucy cocked an eyebrow with a hedonistic grin, “challenge accepted.” Oh, she has no plans to physically dominate him tonight, her goals were simpler, to leave the first and last marks of the evening romps. Of course, Natsu didn’t need to know that. She wrapped her legs around his thick thighs and pulled his pelvis flush against hers, relishing in the heated length pressed against her core. “Now get on with it, dragon.”

“Tch,” he smiled back, “impatient, are we?”

“I feel him throbbing, so don’t act like you ain’t feeling it too.”

That was true. Natsu’s inner dragon wanted nothing more than to fill its mate up and re-stake its claim. If it had its way, Lucy would be spread multiple times every night until she fell asleep with him buried all snug inside. Their mating had truly released an inner beast in Natsu that only by willpower he could control... but not tonight with how fucking amazing she smelled. “Don’t blame me if you can’t walk tomorrow.”

She giggled, “I don’t have any other plans.”

“Well too bad.” Natsu moved in faster than Lucy could react and bit down on his mark. Despite gaining extra abilities, she didn’t have the same kind of control he did.

“Damn yo—” the words cut short from a burst of heat flooding her body and an overwhelming wave of lights dancing behind her eyelids. Heaven help her, the bonding effects were so much stronger! She couldn’t even think straight, just abject lust surging through her body. Lucy ground her hips desperately to rub herself against his cock, smearing the growing slick coating the area. “Burns…” she mewled, but in a delicious way. Things weren’t going to plan!

When he let go of the skin and kissed his way down her chest, Lucy took note that Natsu’s eyes were turning serpentine. The last time she’d seen this change was their first time. “Na…tsu…?” she moaned in a slow questioned tone repeatedly.

He stopped and looked up, unsure why Lucy was trying to get his attention. “Yeah?”

Tit for tat, Lucy caught him off guard and latched her mouth onto the junction of his neck and shoulder causing Natsu to cry out, a moaning growl as her fangs sank deep into the skin. “Fu—ck—” ‘Wow!’ His hips buck uncontrolled as her bite triggered a stronger reaction by his inner dragon. Without waiting for her to pull away, Natsu let his dragon take control and maneuvered his hips, pushing his cock in through her folds to the hilt. His eyes rolled back a second, relishing in her warm embrace. It felt so much better connected like this!

Lucy broke away and head craned back in a deep moan, but Natsu didn’t let up. Seated and grinding, he bit her a second time to ensure a longer euphoria, then coveted her lips, licking at the iron-taste coating them. Was it weird to taste his own blood? Somehow, it only added to the high. No thoughts, just carnal instincts taking control as he fucked her hard two ways. His pelvis pivoting slow, but rough, and his tongue stealing every moan leaching out from Lucy. He usually paid her other body parts some attention, but not this round— not when the only thing that could satiate his dragon was a good fucking.

“This is your fault…” Natsu growled heady and low as his lips teased along her jawline towards Lucy’s neck. He licked at the marks on her skin, already turning an angry red, rocking his hips so hard in an upward angle it lifted her clear from the bed, gaining a small yelp. “This is just round one.” He leaned in nibbling her ear as he spoke. “Don’t be surprised if you end up pregnant after this.”

“Worth… it,” she moaned in response. “But you know what?”

“What?”

Lucy opened her eyes to reveal they’d turned serpentine too. Semi-surprised, Natsu grinned at the change, but was caught off guard again when she suddenly grabbed him, wrapped her legs, and flipped them over in a power roll. His eyes flashed wide in a mix of shock and awe— Hell yeah! Now on top, Lucy locked her heels around his thighs to hold her position and bit down a second time. Natsu responded by grabbing hold of her pelvis. He wasn’t about to lose his stride! If she wanted to bite, let her, because he had something else to finish.

He continued pumping his hips from below, chasing his end. But the position hit upon Lucy’s buttons too, and the more he rocked, the harder it was for her to maintain control over her senses. Something feral inside broke free and she started biting sloppily along his neck and shoulders, wherever she could reach. Being on top was supposed to be a power move for Lucy, but the combination only fueled each other to drive harder and faster towards the inevitable conclusion.

Natsu grunted when he felt the squeeze against his shaft and Lucy’s body enter a spasmodic stiffening. Her moans and hyped-up pheromones made the area surrounding them thick, stifling like breathing in drug-laced air. That was it for him. He quickly rolled them back over and pounded fast and rough, timed with each milking pass until only a dry heave remained.

“Where’d Levy find this stuff again?” Natsu panted out as his body dropped onto Lucy’s in exhaustion.

Still trying to catch her breath too, Lucy giggled. “You like it, huh?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Natsu leaned down and kissed her with a gentle pressure. “Happy birthday baby.”

Lucy returned the kiss with a brightened smile. “Best birthday ever.”

“Oh, it ain’t over yet.”

“Rounds?”

Natsu flashed a cocky grin. “Round—s…”

[mmhm-vids]

warning for physical triggers (quick cuts/flashing lights)

Tony Stark / "Human"

a fill for square K5 of my @tonystarkbingo card: "weakness"

[oathofoaksart]

YOUNG JUSTICE OC: KITSUNE 

bio under the cut!

BASICS Name: Leiko Ara A.K.A: Kitsune; Lei, Kit, L.A [only by Charlie] Age: 16 [S1 Era], 21 [S2 Era] Gender: Cisgender Female Orientation: Grayromantic Bisexual

Skin: Fair Hair: Plum-Black Eyes: Black, fully golden and slit-pupiled as Kitsune Height: 5'6”, 6’1” in platforms Build: Lithe, built like a dancer Distinctions: Distinctly pretty. Sharpened canines and nails. A sharp dresser, obviously wealthy, rarely seen without some type of heel.

RELATIONS Parents: Ryuu Ara and Cho Miyamotou [estranged] Siblings: N/A Friends: Wally “Kid Flash” West, Zatanna Zatara, M’gann “Miss Martian” M’orzz, Raquel “Rocket” Irving, Kaldur’ahm “Aqualad”, Dick “Robin” Grayson, Conner “Superboy” Kent, Artemis Crock, Haley Overbea [OC] Partner/s: Wally “Kid Flash/Flash III” West (ev. post-S3) Misc.: Charles “Scribe” Jenson [OC], Penelope “Poppet” Caskett [@PoltergeistPrincessa] Affiliations: The Spiral, The Team

PERSONALITY Personality Type: ENTP-A [Assertive Debater] Temperament: Choleric-Sanguine Alignment: Chaotic Good Clever | Self-Assured | Driven | Arrogant | Spiteful

Aristocratic in both upbringing and nature, Leiko likes to carry herself with regality. Her confidence and well-honed charm makes her a popular figure among her school peers, even though she keeps everyone at a cool arm's length. Her social aloofness leaves her with little to no close friends, which she figures is just as well, since she finds friends to be a waste of time.

Around others in the heroic scene, Leiko allows herself to show off. She’s known for her theatrical and flamboyant attitude, topped with a haughtiness she cares little to subdue. She’s assertive, witty, and adores a challenge. She lets this completely unfurl as the vain and dramatic Kitsune, who views the world as her stage and anyone watching her audience.

Leiko struggles with unlearning a deep-seated cynicism against others and is often skeptical of actions claimed to be done out of good will, which clashes with the ethics of heroism. Her grasp on empathy leaves much to be desired as well; she can be condescending, sharp, and impatient when the situation calls for exactly the opposite.

Still, steadily Leiko finds herself learning humility, trust, and care from her teammates, along the way forming friendships no Swiss bank account could buy.

ABILITIES AND WEAKNESSES

Powers and Abilities:

Physiology:

Lei doesn’t possess a human soul, but of that of her namesake, a kitsune. Her “soul” is instead a Hoshi no Tama, usually referred to as her soul bead. It is a fist-sized pearl that resides within her body. This is the source of her magic as well as her heightened physical attributes.

Enhanced Senses: Lei demonstrates fox-like senses. She sees just as well at night as she does during the day, hears better than a normal human, and has a better sense of smell. This doubles in the supernatural side, she can see, hear, and smell beyond the mortal plane. 

Enhanced Physiology: Lei exhibits above-average speed, strength, endurance and rarely if ever comes down with diseases, viruses and the like.

Onmyodo: A traditional Japanese occultism

Illusion Magic: Lei’s strongest suit is her hold over illusion spells. Using a variety of paper charms, mirrors, physical cues, written and verbal spells, she's able to create confusion over her opponent. These illusions range from visual to audial, making it difficult to rely on one's own senses. Her illusions are often grandiose, jarringly colorful, with nods to the overall aesthetic influence of traditional Japanese art forms. In turn makes her relatively immune to similar tactics.  

Barriers: Can alternately use barriers as a sort of defense or a barring mechanism. Barriers set up by paper charms are stronger and more durable than barriers set by simple verbal spells, however combining both techniques grants the best results.

Pyrokinesis: Lei’s kitsunebi is a mystic fire she can conjure in the form of pillars and spheres. Notably different to “mortal” flame, as it burns exclusively supernatural/otherworldly beings, but brings the sensation of weakness and illness to the human body.

Weapons and Inventory:

Enchanted Parasol:

Kit’s go-to weapon. By reaching over her shoulder, the same way one would unsheath a sword, her oil paper parasol materializes into her hand in a burst of flame. It serves both as a defensive and offensive tool.

Closed: While in her hands it doesn’t appear to weigh any more than a regular parasol, in combat it carries an inexplicable weight, able to break concrete. She uses it as a melee weapon, much like a bat or a club. Kit also uses it as a makeshift wand/staff, for bigger and more complex spells. And a favorite stun tactic of hers is to mimic pumping the action to a shotgun, aiming her parasol and “firing” it. It creates a momentary illusion of being “shot” to whomever her target may have been. 

Open: Popping it open creates a quick-time personal shield, able to deflect various attacks and withstand a fair amount of explosive power. Ducking behind it obscures her from her opponent and she uses this window of time to work up a spell. Spinning the canopy of her parasol causes momentary dizziness. When jumping off of highland, the parasol allows Kit to glide for long distances (the amount of time and smoothness of the glide suffers when another person is in tow).

Ofuda: These paper charms can be used as delayed “bombs” affected by sticking them into walls, either simply timed or activated by touch. They also serve for warding spells. Gohei: A summoned short wand with a decorative paper trail, the length of the trail stretches during use. Lei uses it as a sort of weaponized gymnast ribbon, or a whip. Most effective against intaginable objects or enemies. Balance Charm: With Scribe's help and after many mishaps, Kit wears a beaded charm around her ankle which enables her limited enhanced movement. She appears to glide along, unweighted, making her movements seem feather light. It helps slow or cushion short distance falls and balance on unprobable surfaces. May also explain how she manages to fight in heels. Spellbook: Kit carries a small notebook with variant spells written herself for safe-keeping and for a quick reference check. Mirrors: Kit holds a small, two-faced mirror. The mirror serves to see through glamour illusions or create more intricate illusions of her own; more often than not, she uses it to admire a makeup job well done. Purification Salt: Ghosts in particular are vulnerable to salt, circles of it makes areas inaccessible to them. Calligraphy Set: A horse-hair brush, inkwell and a small stash of paper for written spells

Limitations and Weaknesses:

Water and Aquatic Environments: As host of a fire kitsune, Kitsune’s main and biggest weakness is water. Being around areas with large amounts of water dampens the potency of her magic, being doused in it cuts off completely until she dries off. While her parasol helps repel rain and small splashes, it can only do so much. The water effect includes any type, Lei incapacitaed by things such as baths and showers as well until she properly dries herself off.

Cynophobia: Lei’s “unprompted” fear of dogs, or really any sort of canine that aren’t foxes, can be traced back to Japanese folklore. Dogs were considered enemies of foxes, being used to hunt them down. People accused of being possessed by, or being kitsune, were sometimes forced to be licked head to toe by dogs in order to expel the demon to it’s true form. Dogs make Lei largely uncomfortable at best, aggressive dogs will either send her into a state of frozen terror or at worst, unabashed panic.

HISTORY [TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL HARASSMENT]

The only child of Ryuu Ara, a successful luxury hotel chain owner and president, Leiko grew up with the world served to her on a silver platter. She enrolled in the best schools, excelling in academics, popularity, and was starting to make headway as a teen model. Leiko formed into a pretty, precocious, if pretentious, girl.

At age 14, after wrapping up a student council meeting afterschool, the student body president forced her into a corner when she’d turned him down for a date. The boy grew increasingly aggressive, but was stopped from going beyond grasping at her blazer when a brilliant white flame unfurled from Leiko’s hands. She fled the second she found an opening, calling for help until she caught the attention of school security. The boy was found unconscious, but physically unharmed. (She would later find out, he complained of sudden illness and a downslide of rotten luck, with little to no memory on how he’d been knocked cold.)

Ryuu spared no expense on making sure justice was properly handed out, although that was simple when compared to the news Leiko gave him about her new ability to conjure flame. But he’d taken the revelation far easier than Leiko thought he would. Ryuu admitted it was something he’d been somewhat expecting, even dreading.

Leiko’s mother was something of a taboo subject. Outside of knowing her name was Cho (Ryuu never mentioned her maiden name) and that there had been an ugly divorce shortly after Leiko was born, she didn’t know much else. Even then, her father didn’t go into specifics beyond blaming Cho for Leiko’s newly discovered “peculiarity.” Ryuu ultimately decided it was best for Leiko to pretend she hadn’t discovered it. She had a bright future ahead of her as his heir and it wouldn’t be marred by her mother’s blood. Leiko obeyed despite her protests. They’d both come to realize, however, fire was just the beginning.

Over the following weeks, more abilities came to emerge, from heightened senses to supernatural awareness. She struggled under the pressure of maintaining the semblance of being normal. The weight of stress and desperation finally proved too much for Leiko, leading to a discussion gone sour, ending only when she noticed Ryuu backing away from the looming shadow of a four-tailed fox she cast on the wall. She would miss the following days of school when her eyes refused to revert back from their completely golden, slit-pupiled appearance.

Resigned, Ryuu took to looking into someone who could help Leiko with her magic troubles as this was beyond his reach.

That someone came to be a man by the name Scribe, a semi-public mystic who operated within New York. Scribe’s interest piqued at the mention of Leiko’s transformation and to the Ara’s slight relief, Scribe proved himself to be a sorcerer of true magic instead of a con-man looking for a quick buck. He’d confirmed their suspicions of Leiko being tied to the kitsune, fox spirits of Japanese lore, although he admitted he had little to no experience with said creatures.

Scribe refused to leave Leiko to sort things out on her own, however, and offered her a proposition. Scribe’s lifelong work dealt with a massive, mystical library he dubbed the Spiral, which housed knowledge from across space and time. Despite his years slaving away at discovering and archiving its secrets, progress was going at a crawl. He’d take Leiko under his wing, giving her access to whatever she could get her hands on and import what they couldn’t find from his various connections. In return, she’d take up being his personal assistant. Ryuu had been reluctant to let Leiko have a hands on approach and had made his dislike for Scribe apparent, but relented.

The world of magic was a far cry from the straight-laced, business-oriented life Leiko had grown in; it both terrified and fascinated her. Scribe, real name: Charles Mordichai Jenson (Charlie for short), proved to be an eccentric, but well-meaning guide where he could. As the two dove into research, Leiko let loose a sense of freedom and expression she stifled to fit her father’s expectations. Charlie was quick to help enable this. They were polar opposites in many ways, but Charlie saw a passion and potential in Leiko that mirrored his own at her age, and he fully intended to see it shine. It wasn’t long before Leiko wasn’t just checking inventory and jotting notes for both The Spiral and Jenson’s Comics (Charlie’s civilian pop culture store), but followed him out on relic retrievals and even the occasional “mystic field trip”. Charlie had been adamant on one thing when she stepped out of the safety of The Spiral however, much as he’d taken Scribe as his mantle, Leiko would have to make one of her own for the sake of her identity. It wasn’t a hard choice for her as it was practically staring her in the face, Kitsune took life. Over the next two years, Kitsune proved herself to be a capable magician despite being self-taught. Juggling her home, school and magic life was busy, but thrilling. Perhaps a little too thrilling. During an outing, Scribe and Kitsune were ambushed by a sorcerer named Felix Faust, who ultimately took Scribe prisoner. Well-aware of just how over her head she was, Kitsune went on a one-girl rescue mission to save her mentor anyway and was beyond relieved to find a young group of supers on the same trail.

The group, known simply as “The Team”, had been alerted of Scribe’s abduction through their resident mystic, Zatanna. Scribe had managed to send a distress signal before all communication cut off. Shoving down the twinge of jealousy that came with that revelation and of being out of the loop, Kitsune allied herself with the Team until Scribe was rescued. She was offered a permanent position on the Team, which she said she’d think over even though she had no interest in becoming a hero. She was more persuaded by the opposition placed by Scribe and the oddly genuine endearment shown by the Team’s speedster, Kid Flash.

Less than a few days later, an argument between Leiko and Charlie sparked by his confession of thinking she wasn’t right for the Team just yet sent her right to them out of spite.

Now taking a crash course in heroics, Kitsune tackles supercrime, training, self-reflection, team building and the frustrating, but integral importance of friendship.

NOTES

Kit has alternate versions of her Kitsune outfit and will switch between them mid-battle, either because she wasn’t feeling the one she was wearing, it got dirty, or a specific attack called for a wardrobe change

Because Lei’s brand of Onmyodo is largely “home-brew” given she’s self-taught, she incorporates other types of magic and styles to compensate 

Lei has the passive ability of being ridiculously lucky, she never loses games of chance such as coin flips and dice rolls

The nickname ‘Lei’ was originally coined by Wally West and it’s a nickname she only allows within the perimeter of the Cave

Lei is proud of her musical skill, it’s not uncommon to hear her singing to herself and will shred an electric guitar when given the chance

She has a pet Bearded Dragon named Prince. Prince was a at-Death’s-door rescue surrendered to Charlie, who gave him to her after she helped nurse Prince back to health and she wound up attached to him

Lei’s father is unaware she’s taken up heroism, as far as Ryuu knows, she’s studying under Charlie to get her curiosity of magic out of her system

[spideymarvelws]

one true love.

Dark!Peter Parker x Dark!GN!Reader

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Summary : Peter will go threw everything to keep you safe, protected and most importantly always his. He saw you as the person he observed and watched for the past few months, the sweet, kind girl that stopped to pet stray dogs or smiled at everyone who needed it. But somethings he never took notice of, some things that would’ve made him love you even more.

Warnings : THIS IS A DARK FIC! I am not responsible for your media consumption but if any of these topics or just dark fics on a whole trigger you please do not read! cursing, murders, blood, violence, mention of sexual assault, death, stalking, graphic description of a dead body, homicide, fluffy if you squint, use of guns and knifes.

A/n : If any description throughout the one shot does not pertain to a gender neutral reader please let me know :-) also if i missed anything in the warnings.

Word Count : 1.8k

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The definition of love is something that never stays constant as its experienced from person to person. Even to that very being, the meaning changes every year, month, day even hour, from what that individual may feel in that moment. In some cases, it may be the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to someone, changing there life in ways they could never even imagine. 

In other cases, it could break a person whole, bit by bit, tearing down at who they once were. Emotions like guilt and regret, jealously and remorse running through there veins, thinking that love is only made to destroy the ones foolish enough to believe it exists.

Then you have the rare case of love at first sight.

Now, some may argue that this concept that only seems to show up in movies and TV shows is complete bullshit, that it doesn’t exist.

“You can’t look at someone and automatically know they’re the one for you,” Ned said to him one day, pulling his head out of his chemistry book,“What if they’re an awful person? What if they do something constantly that you don’t like? Seriously, looking at someone and knowing there the one is just basing It of there’s looks or something,”

Peter didn’t respond, afraid that he might lash out at the only friend he’s managed to keep throughout the years. He thought about the last statement a lot, wondering if all he ever really felt was the physical attraction.

But no, that pull you feel when you look at someone for the fist time, watching there movements with whatever tasks they’re doing at the moment, even if it’s nothing at all. Falling entranced with there every gesture, taking in every curve and colour, memorising every feature.

It wasn’t just looking at their appearance, it was taking note of how they moved, how they acted, how they laughed, god there laugh is like music to your ears. It was watching and observing, that’s what Ned missed in his little speech.

Then of course you have the people who don’t believe in love, which was something he could understand.

Before he saw you.

For Peter, love was not a strong enough word to describe what he felt for his one true love. The way you made his heart stop with one smile, his face red with one touch, his hands sweat with one word. In your eyes, he found his entire world.

And he destined for you to be his.

The countess nights he spent dreaming of you, laying besides him. He longed to touch you, to feel your skin against his, to mark you with his love. He shocked himself with the self control he had to maintain around you especially when it came to the people you hung out with.

The amount of times he wanted to run out of hiding and crack the skull of some idiot who decided to talk to you or dare even look at you in any suggestive matter. The thought make him gag every time, but he’d like to think that you already knew that he was looking over you, that you belonged to him. That’s why you never took any of them on, that’s why you turned them down.

He couldn’t blame them for trying, but they had no chance since they would be gone the next day.

Which is why he hoped you could forgive him for what he did, for what he had to do.

The body laid in the back seat, wrapped tightly in a bag. There was no blood spilled, sadly, only the indents of his hands on the base of his neck. 

It was fun, watching the life drain from his eyes as he listed off every bad thing he’s ever done, mainly to you, but he threw in a few more ex’s just to spice things up a bit more. Maybe he shouldn’t have killed him, maybe he should’ve just let him walk free with the threats he shoved down his throat.

But then he had to call you a bitch, from that point he knew his life would just be a waste of oxygen.

Peter let out a chuckle at the memory, at the fake confidence he showed, struggling in his hold. It truly was a sight to behold, one that made his realise why he enjoyed being Spiderman so much. 

Seeing people suffer for there terrible mistakes and knowing that he had the power to punish them.

The drive was long and quiet, one of his hands was on top the steering wheel, tapping to an imaginary beat while the other settled on the arm rest. The streets were rather empty at this hour to Peter’s surprise, making him smirk that he would get away with the murder.

Maybe he could’ve stolen a better car.

But he was doing everyone a favour and he was keeping you safe.

He took a right into a dense forest, his car moving with with the bumps on the course road. When he felt like he was deep enough down the path, he hit the breaks, cringing at the squeaking noise it made.

Regardless, the exited the vehicle, opening the trunk to grab a shovel. He knew that there were a number of more efficient ways to get rid of the body, one that could’ve used his position in the avengers to his advantage, but his old techniques started to grow repetitive. 

It didn’t take him as long as he thought though, the hole he dug was around eight feet deep and hopefully the right size to fit the body. Dropping the shovel to the floor, he walked back to the car not to worried about his surroundings knowing that no one ever visited this part of the forest. 

He grabbed the body from the back seat, throwing it over his shoulder carrying it to the hole and tossing it inside without care. He smiled at the bag as he filled the hole a quarter of the way.

“Time to find an animal now shall we?” He whispered to himself, pulling out the hunters knife from the back of his pants along with a flash light, “Just incase,”

As he walked threw the trees and bushes, keeping look out for any movements he heard a gun shot cut threw the air. He gripped his knife, walking carefully towards the noise. 

Oh how he was sorry for the poor lad that decided to be here this night, but he had too do what had to be done.

Suddenly he was sent back by a force jumping on his back. He fell to the floor with a thud, his body forcefully turned over with a gun pointed directly between his eyes.

“Y/n?” He froze, his breath becoming heavier at how close your face was to his. Now he understood why his spider senses didn’t alert him, because you weren’t a threat to him, you could never be.

“Peter,” you whispered, lowering your gun, scrambling off of his body much to his dismay, “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” He asked back, still shocked at you proximity to him, talking with him, breathing the same air as him.

“You answer first,” you said quickly.

“No you,” Peter said back, crossing his arms.

“I-,” you started, but looked down, trying to hide your bashfulness, but it only drew attention to the blood dripping from your hair.

“Baby,” Peter whispered, walking up to you to grab your face, any sense of self control left his body after seeing the state you were in, “What happened,”

Peter thought it was some attack on you and judging by the amount of blood covering your skin, you had to defend yourself. He expected you to look up with the innocent eyes he’s studied for so long, finally getting a chance to get a closer look.

But instead, you raised your head with a sinister smile gracing your feature, you stepped out of his embrace, taking his hand in yours.

“Let me show you,” you whispered, in an almost sultry voice sending shivers down his spine.

You pulled him to a tree, taking the flashlight held in his fingers and pointed the light to the base of the trunk. Peter stared confused at the sight, walking forward slightly to inspect the slumped body. It was tied down tightly with rope around the waist and mouth, cutting threw the skin deeply showing signs of struggle. There was multiple stab wounds in the stomach, words carved in there legs that he couldn’t make out with the dirt and blood covering them. He did however notice his name on her forehead and the bullet wound in the middle. 

The streaks of blond in the hair falling in front of the face told him that this body belonged to Gwen Stacy.

“When she started talking to you I could see how uncomfortable she made you,” you started, looking to the floor while playing with the dirt with the sole of your shoe, “I- I didn’t like how close she got to you, and- and since she bothered you too I- I thought we were doing us both a favour,”

Peter stood back up, looking back at you. He wondered how somebody so insane could hide it so well. Even with the evidence painted over you, he still saw you as incapable of ever doing anything like this.

The thought made him laugh loudly, walking up to you and grabbing your face.

“I fucking love you,” he laughed more, making you smile brightly as he put his forehead against yours, “You’re perfect I swear,”

You laughed along with him, putting away your gun in your pack pocket, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’ve- I’ve so long for this,” you giggled, pressing your nose into his neck, basking in his sick scent, “But, what are you doing here?”

Peter giggled as well, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “Same reason at you my love,”

Your eyes widened, you placed your hand on his cheek, bringing his lips back into yours. It was longer and sloppier than the first, both of you getting use to the movements but also desperate for the feeling.

Peter backed you up against another tree, pressing his body against yours, his deluded mind not reregistering how fucked up the situation was, but he loved every second. His lips moved down to your neck, sucking and bitting at the skin, drawing out delicious moans from your mouth.

“Fuck,” you sputtered, biting your lip and tangling your fingers in his hair, both of you not paying mind to the blood, sweat and dirt, “I’ve- I’ve wanted this for so long Peter,”

“Me too baby,” he said, tightening his hold on your waist, “Me too, now how about we hide these bodies together hmm?” He tickled your sides lightly, grinning at the giggle you let out, “Then I’m gonna take you home and make up for lost time,”

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