#you can't be mad at him! he's a wet little kitten!

[smokedanced]

                                   @rejectory    /    hannibal & will    /    as plotted ↷

Unsure... how he’s gotten here.  Will’s arm shakes so violently he has to grab it with his uninjured hand; he’s soaked from the rain, trembling softly all over.

He must’ve driven himself one-handed. His left hand doesn’t function; he can feel all his fingers, can technically move them, but doing so sends a searing pain so strong through his veins that it blurs his vision a little... Though maybe that’s just the rain in his eyes. Barefoot, in his pyjamas, the cold of the rain burns his skin as it hits him.

Dragging mud with his pants’ legs, he shelters himself almost flat against Hannibal Lecter’s front door to get away from the worst of the rain, and knocks rapidly.

It’s the middle of the night.

It’s the middle of the night but he has a large fishing hook through his palm, between the delicate bones of his hand, and while he doesn’t think he’s bleeding (some of the blood is wet, but it’s the rain, soaking the dried blood all over again), his options... He’s not sure how he’s gotten here, but it does seem better than the ER. He doesn’t feel like explaining how it happened. Hannibal knows he sleepwalks. Well, now he apparently also sleep-rams-sharp-objects-into-his-own-flesh. A short, dark laugh escapes him; how’s that for crazy? He’s harmed himself while unconscious, or just forgotten about it. Hell, he’s driven a car, in some semi-conscious state. Without even having put his shoes on. Maybe he does need to be locked up. If he can injure himself like this without being aware of it happening, how long until he begins to harm other people?

When the door unlocks, he doesn’t even look at Hannibal, just slinks in to the foyer like a cat, still dragging mud with his feet. Lifting his hand for his psychiatrist to see,    ❝ I need... I didn’t know where else to go. ❞

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

yuuta gets so flustered whenever you sit on his lap – he just doesn't know what to do with himself:((((

you're laughing alongside with maki and nobara, your back to your boyfriend; your hips glued to yuuta's and the poor boy feels like he's on fire. he's trying so hard to focus on anything other than your ass right on top of his cock but it's simply impossible. it's taking him everything to keep listening to the conversation between yuuji and megumi; his eyes trained over your shoulders, on the way your lips stretch wider and wider with every word that tumbles from nobara's mouth. yuuta's glad you're having fun.

but he wishes he was having fun, too. how could he be if he's a breath away from popping the fattest boner right in front of his friends? a deep blush settles across his nose and his cheeks and he just hopes that the other's won't notice.

his impatient fingers dig into your waist and you immediately turn to him with wide eyes, making yuuta regret his decision to do so. you ask him whether he's okay, whether he wants anything and he feels like a proper pervert – you're just trying to make sure he's enjoying himself while he's here, thinking about how wet and warm and tight you'd feel around his aching cock.

shivers run up his back when your hand finds the back of his neck, fingers twirling in the dark strands of hair as you quip a sweet little 'hm?' at him. yuuta lets his eyes close in a desperate try to get his shit together. puppies, kittens, flowers. he has to think about anything other than you. bed, candy, kissing. fuck, that's not–

yuuta's eyes crack open the second he feels you wriggle your hips. just once, but it's enough to send another wave of blush all over his body. and the situation only gets worse when he sees your sticky, honeyed smile. oh, you know exactly what you're doing.

swiveling your hips again, yuuta's fingers sink into your waist almost painfully, his pretty lips parted as he mouths a 'please' at you. the need pooling in his eyes makes you giggle, catching the attention of your friends again. you turn back to them with a big grin, your body melting deeper into yuuta's while continuing on with the conversation as if nothing happened. as if you can't feel how hard your boyfriend is.

an almost silent whine brushes the shell of your ear as yuuta tries to hide his face in the crook of your neck, his face heating up even more when he hears you defend him by saying that he's simply tired. he tries to get a bit more comfortable by spreading his legs but that only makes you sink lower, closer to his bulge. yuuji calls out to him and he dreads raising his head from the comfort of your skin, knowing that if the pink-haired boy doesn't notice his pained face then megumi surely will. fuck, you're killing him – still smiling wide, you wriggle your hips every time you laugh, freely torturing your sweetheart of a boyfriend.

but he can't even be mad, can he? he loves you, and he loves when you do stuff like this. he's harder than ever and feeling a little dirty for being like this; pre-cum stains his boxers while he's sitting here with his friends. he knows you'll tease him for it later, too. call him pathetic, call him cute.

he's never been more excited to go home.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Clumsy Nurse!Reader X Loser!Konig?

The moment you missed the vein and hit the needle straight into his bone, Konig knew - he has to have you. Maybe the pain from having such expensive medicine be spilled in his insides so mindlessly was making him dizzy and distorted his thoughts and feelings. Maybe he was so sure your clumsiness is going to finally finish the job of his enemies and kill him that he wanted to fall in love one last time, but it doesn't really matter anymore. Konig, the rising socio-phobic(and-pathic) star of KorTac, is helplessly in love with you. Yes, this is a threat. How can he not love you? You're as pretty as the morning stars and just as clumsy as a wild cat that once slammed into his tent at a makeshift camp, leaving him with thrashed-out things and an empty stomach. You, however, leave him with an eagerly beating heart and desire to come to you, gently take your hands in his, and take your medical license away. Someone as pretty and as cute as you shouldn't have to work...and especially shouldn't work with highly important patients. Konig so helplessly in love, however, that he is holding your stolen panties in one hand, jerking himself off and imagining it's your soft folds wrapped around his leaking cock. His other hands goes to write the reports saying that your performance is amazing, one of the best nursing experiences he ever had, and that every soldier who had met you, immediately asked for you to be their personal nurse from now on. He lies, of course, but, unfortunately for his men, the colonel is willing to sacrifice medical performance if it means his loser brain could stare at your ass in that tight uniform the whole day. Well, at least you're cute enough to be moral support, and every time you would drop something important and sterile on the ground, injured people could stare at your hips as you bend over to pick this up. Even medics can't really be mad at you - it's like being mad at a kitten. You just don't know better. You just cute and clumsy and no one knows how the hell you went pass the selections. They do know, however, that you're colonel's favorite little plaything and that he specifically organizes your shifts so you'd have to shower alone at night. Alone, at night, with him watching over your wet body.

[merakiui]

mera im curious...what is the most pathetic and desperate virgin concept u can come up with for any boys you choose in twst??

I have so many that I will try to write pathetic virgin concepts for each twst guy!!! >:)

✧ Riddle who gets off to your notes. It doesn't matter how messy or neat they may be, how filled or lacking the page may be, or even how useful they may be if the exam covering that material has already happened. He knows it's wrong to have pilfered your notebook, but he couldn't help it and he assured himself he'd give it back under the pretense of having found it (which isn't entirely a lie). He sits back in his chair and flips slowly through the pages, not particularly reading the material you've written, as he idly fucks into his hand and pictures diligent you, sitting in class and penning notes. There are doodles in the margins of the pages: cute flowers, smiley faces, hearts, what looks to be Grim. He thinks about how you hold your pen, how you might chew on the cap when you're bored, how your hands also touched this very notebook... Great Seven, he's a mess.

✧ Trey who is so strangely fixated on your teeth and mouth. At first it was cute because he's so serious about dental hygiene, what with how he ensures Ace and Deuce brush their teeth properly. But with you it's different. When you smile, he pictures your teeth in his shoulder or your mouth on his neck, pressing kisses or sucking fresh marks into his skin. And when you're eating, he notes the way you lick your fork or spoon clean every time and it gives him such a vivid image of you giving his dick the cutest, most gentle kitten licks. He has to excuse himself before anyone finds out he's painfully hard. >_<

✧ Cater who gets off to the many selfies and photos he's taken with and of you. Sometimes he scours the other students' Magicam accounts to look at the photos they've posted of you and his mind runs wild with thoughts and what-ifs. That photo of you sitting between the twins during their birthday party has him wondering if they fucked you on that very couch after the festivities had worn down. Or that photo of you and Kalim sopping wet after the both of you got caught in the rain... He's zooming in to see if the rain's made your uniform shirt see-through all while thinking about how you and Kalim may have warmed up. Cater can't seem to look at pictures of you without thinking about sex, and it's even worse when he sees the pictures he's taken of you and him. A spaghetti scene you recreated from a popular romance film has him imagining what could have happened had you just leaned in a little closer. Or that one alchemy mishap in which you were turned into a tiny fairy for the day... if he put you in a jar....... :)

✧ Ace who gets off on teasing you. They say partial truths often lie in the joke, and Ace sure does love joking about very specific things when it comes to you. He drives you mad every time, but because the two of you are close friends he gets away with it. He sticks his fingers in your mouth when you yawn to prod at your tongue, all while saying, "If you keep yawning like that, flies are gonna get in your mouth~" Or he'll squeeze your hip after you've eaten sweets just to mess with you. Or he compares your hand to his (for some odd reason) just so he can get away with touching you. Or he shows you a card trick that ends with him tucking the card behind your ear rather than pulling it from that area. His teasing feels more like flirting, but anyone who notes this is earned a swift denial from Ace.

✧ Deuce who gets off to the domestic moments in your friendship. Sharing a mirror in Ramshackle when he spends the night, preparing meals for each other, and even walking to class and talking about very boring things (like the weather). It makes him feel so special, and sometimes he pretends the two of you are a married couple. Deuce gets so embarrassed if anyone points this out, especially the elderly who see the two of you in town and comment on how cute you look together. He adamantly denies it, but later he's in the bathroom imagining married life with you and it gets him so worked up.

✧ Leona who gets off on the power imbalance between the two of you. Realistically speaking, he's stronger, both in terms of social class (after all, he's royalty) and also physically and financially. But that doesn't matter as much as it does when he's around you. Despite all of this, you know how to match Leona's wit, always keeping him on his toes, and you treat him as you would others even while knowing just how much power he has over you should he choose to exert it. Leona just likes the feeling of being number one in your world. Possibly a little too much, considering it never fails to get him excited. :)

✧ Ruggie who gets off on sneaking up on you. At first it was to pickpocket you. Steal spare change for himself or take your wallet just to watch you panic when you can't find it, but he's come to love the way you turn around just in time to catch him. He knows he does this on purpose solely to get caught, but seeing how you huff and glare lightheartedly at him... the way you purse your lips or the way you snatch your things back and laugh softly about how he ought to try again next time... He doesn't even care about your wallet anymore. He just wants to hunt you down and catch you for himself. You're the real prize here. <3

✧ Jack who gets off to your difference in size and strength. At first it wasn't something he thought of, but then you come to him and beg him to help open jars or stuck windows and he does it so easily. He refuses to believe you're struggling that hard with it, but then he watches you attempt to open a jar and it all clicks into place. Oh, you're...really cute and small and so fragile compared to him, who's all muscle and raw strength. Jack knows you have your own strengths and in no way does he think you're weak, but he's always reminded of your size and strength differences whenever the two of you are doing things together: training/sports, lifting heavy things (which are often very light to him), and even standing side by side. He thinks about how much bigger he is and he feels so flustered when those thoughts get him hard.

✧ Azul who gets off to your body language. He knows what it means; he's studied human customs well in advance before coming up to the surface. But oh you tempt him every single time you arch your back when you stretch or when you yawn and make such cute, sleepy sounds. It's even worse when you bend over to reach for something across a table or bend down to grab something that fell. He's digging his nails into his palms to steady himself, but that doesn't mean his thoughts are steady. He may look entirely composed with his usual smile, but in his mind you're getting fucked six ways from Sunday. You can't give this man any gifts because 1) he'll scramble to pay you back and 2) he'll delude himself into thinking it's a courting gesture and that you want him sooooo badly each time you offer him a snack from the school store or give him something you think he could get more use out of.

✧ Jade who gets off to your banter, especially the threats. Great Seven, you tell him you'll gut him and turn him into eel sushi and OOOOOO he's on the edge of his seat like: "yes...... and?? and????? what else will you do to me?????" all with the wildest, sharpest smile you've ever seen him make. He gets so worked up, so flushed in the face, so terribly aroused, every time you threaten him with anything. Yank him down to your height and mutter a threat, whether outlandish, violent, or something as silly as "I hope both sides of your pillow are hotter than hell," and he's saving these interactions in his memory for later recollection.

✧ Floyd who gets off on your praise. Call him a good boy or congratulate him on his test score or cheer for him at basketball practice and he's over the moon with excitement. He eats up your praise like it's his last meal. Say more good things to him! He wants to hear Shrimpy's praise every day, and when he's in a bad mood all it takes is the memory of you saying he's done well and he's back to his usual excitable self. He likes your praise a little too much, as evidenced by how hard it gets him. orz he spends too long thinking about it while he lies in bed, staring at the ceiling while he lazily strokes himself to thoughts of you calling him a good boy.

✧ Kalim who gets just a little too worked up at your proximity. He makes for such good best friend material. It's natural you'd be drawn to him because he's just so sweet and friendly. So it's completely normal when you spend the night at Scarabia and you end up falling asleep beside him in the common room, or when he feeds you outright because that's just how he is! He wants you to try all manner of yummy foods. It makes his heart race faster when your lips close around his fingers or you unconsciously snuggle up to him. He loves you so much. orz

✧ Jamil who loves your obedient nature. It has him horny gripping every time you scramble to do well on a test or in class so you won't upset the professors. You try to keep out of trouble because you're a good student, and he loves every bit of it. He wants to ruin you, take your obedience for the professors and twist it so that you'll only ever listen to him, follow what he says, trust in his words. He could just hypnotize you and maybe a sick part of him wants that. Maybe he wants to experience what an entirely obedient, cock-drunk (Name) is like...

✧ Vil who uses his professional opinions as a way to feel you up. He runs his hands up your sides to smooth wrinkles in your uniform out, all while reminding you to take care of your appearance. He fixes your tie just to get close enough to smell your perfume or shampoo. He loves how you lean into him, trusting his judgement because Vil could never lead you astray. Secretly, Vil's just getting away with every touch under the guise of giving you advice or fixing your uniform or even getting measurements for tailored outfits for school events. It's much too easy.

✧ Rook who, unsurprisingly, gets off on stalking you. He's such a creep! He watches you from afar and gets hard over the smallest things. It's likely because you're so vulnerable and unaware when you go about your daily life and he gets to invade such a secret slice of your life. Whether you know he's watching you or not, it doesn't matter. Just the idea that, on some level, you might be able to feel his prying eyes gets him so unfathomably excited.

✧ Epel who loves a good competition and gets so into it if it's a competition between you and him. Whether it's something athletic or academic, he's always ready to engage in a friendly competition with you. Unfortunately, when you smirk at him and tell him he'll need to give it his all, he gets excited in...other areas. To think all it took was some competitive banter and your smirk to have the blood rushing downwards... T_T if he loses this competition, is the punishment a make-out session? Epel can certainly dream.

✧ Idia who is too scared to talk to you in person, so he codes a Magicord bot he uses as a practice dummy. But then things get a little out of hand when innocent chats turn explicit and soon he's role-playing with the false you. Idia knows it's not real, but it feels real when you tell him all the things he wants to hear. It's shameless e-sex, but it's the best (and only) e-sex of Idia's life. ;;;; he feels immensely embarrassed afterwards.

✧ Malleus who gets off on your smiles. It's such an innocent thing, but then it has him thinking so deeply about it late into the night. You're so sweet and precious. He could picture your smiles all day... Malleus loves you more than words can possibly describe. He thinks about the little things that make you so wonderful, but most of all it's how expressive you are when you smile. Sometimes he has a habit of letting his thoughts stray into intimate fantasies, but it's nothing terrible. He wants to love you wholeheartedly; that includes physically.

✧ Lilia who gets off on surprising you and subverting your expectations. He finds it so darling when you have certain assumptions about him, only to be entirely wrong when he disproves them. Though he's oh-so-cute (a fact he would never deny), there's more beneath that adorable veneer. He's a mysterious who loves popping in to startle you when you least expect it. Be it in the library or in the halls, he always finds you. And your shock is a sight he drinks in merrily.

✧ Silver who is so enthralled by everything about you, so no matter what you do it always makes him feel so in love and fluffy. He's never known this sort of love before, but he's always so honest about his feelings and so his attraction to you wouldn't be any different. You could be napping peacefully in class and Silver's watching you from across the room with the softest, sweetest smile on his face. He thinks about you day and night; you even fill his dreams. Most of it is entirely normal and innocent, but then all it takes is for someone to suggest something less-than-pure about you and suddenly Silver's thoughts are derailing. Oh, he's never thought about sex before. But sex with you? That seems very appealing, so much so that he's feeling much hotter than before. ;;;;

✧ Sebek who, in spite of everything, gets off to the fact that you're human. There's just something so...appealing to you. He struggles to put it into words (and he almost doesn't want to), but you're so soft and sweet and enticing. Maybe Sebek secretly likes your being human because it makes you seem weaker by some strange default? But then he dwells on this and that doesn't seem to be the reason. Truthfully, Sebek likes your humanity because it's charming. Because there's something about you that feels and smells different. Maybe it's because you're the first human to make him feel so aroused that he deems you worthy of his own affections, or maybe he's just hopelessly, pathetically in love with all of the things that make you human and he's trying so hard to deny that.

✧ Rollo who gets off to your scent. Maybe it's a perfume you wear or maybe it's your natural scent. Whatever it is, he's carefully borrowing insignificant items that smell just like you so that he can hold them up to his nose while he masturbates. You're just so perfect and your scent drives him crazy and he feels like a filthy pervert each time he does this, but it's too late to stop. He's already in so deep. Just your scent alone has him shuddering through messy orgasms; imagine what you'd do to him if you were here in person and he got to touch you...

✧ Neige who gets off to indirect kisses. When you share a spoon or bite from the same snack, his pulse is racing at the prospect of having indirectly kissed you. He's so eager and excited that he has to try so hard not to let his face get so flushed with arousal. And you're so relaxed about it! You're so cool... He could admire you forever. <3

✧ Che'nya who gets off on watching you when he's invisible. It gets him hard every time he catches you in an intimate or compromising situation. Whether you're bathing or changing or masturbating, it makes it all the more tempting when he's completely invisible and you have no idea someone else is in the room with you. He's thought about pressing himself against you when you least expect it just to feel you flinch or to hear your breath hitch. And then there's the thought of fucking you when he's invisible, where you'll only see yourself stretching around a cock that isn't visible to your eye. >:)

[hitomisuzuya]

More of Scummy Scara please? I just wanna see the process of turning his sweet and innocent s/o into a needy and sex-obsessed slut for him :((

(and if not too much, just some sweet fluffiness at the end with him praising us that we're his good slutty girl)

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Masturbation. Fingering. Corruption.

Scaramouche always has a method to this madness. He wanted you. All the time. His favorite activity during free afternoons, evenings, mornings, it didn't matter what time of the day it was, was turning you, his precious, perfect darling who always got good grades, his good girl, into his own personal slut.

His hands held your wrists pinned securely above your head. The fingers of his free hand were, tugging, pulling, and pinching your nipples. Rolling and squeezing them between the pads of his fingers.

You were letting out the sweetest, most pathetic moans for him. He wanted his plunge his fingers inside of you to feel your walls clamping starting clamp around nothing, to feel with how desperate and wet he was making you.

Scaramouche wished he had the free hand to grab his cellphone, and take a few pictures. You practically drooling, your cheeks flushed in pleasure. Your nipples had always been so sensitive. Playing with them until you twitched and whined for him was something he could never get enough of.

Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over one of the hardened knubs, slowly swirling his tongue around it. That shot jolt of pleasure straight to your swollen, throbbing clit.

"Touch me between my legs, Scara," You moaned, rubbing your thighs together.

Scaramouche smirked. You sounded like you needed it. Craved it.

You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

"Spread your legs for me, kitten," He purred, sucking on your nipple to further tease you before pressing his knee between your legs, rubbing his knee to soak in your slick. "Let me feel how wet you are," He rubbed his knee against your cunt, groaning in blissful delight when you responded to his command so well, grinding up into his knee.

You were so eager to please him, rubbing your throbbing cunt against his knee. Eager to be the perfect slut he was training you to be. You closed your legs around his knee to better anchor it against your clit.

Letting go your wrists, Scaramouche scrambled to grab his phone off the table next to your bed. He needed to capture this moment in a video. He wanted to see the look on your face, see everything you did, how far you would go to please him.

"Touch yourself," He said, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth after he pressed record. "Show me you can't get off without my help. Be a good girl and look right at the camera the whole time."

Spreading your legs, you did as you were told, rubbing your clit, bucking your hips up into your fingers as you slipped them inside of you. "That's my good girl, my good little slut," He said, stroking his cock as he watched you jacking yourself off.

Your fingers looked so perfect, your moans sounding more pathetic and twice as perfect the more you fingered yourself, desperate to reach your sweet spot in ways that only he could. He needed you to realize that more how hard you tried, you couldn't get off without him.

"You poor thing, you want to come so badly," Scaramouche taunted, moving to get a better angle of your cunt, to see your fingers squelching in and out of you, making your slick coat your inner thighs.

Your eyes followed him, landing hungrily on his cock, like it was the only thing you wanted the most right now.

Or always.

"Yes! Yes, I do. I need it more than anything," You pleaded between broken, desperate moans of unfulfilled pleasure. "I want you more than anything. What do I have to do? I'll do anything." You body burned for him. Ached for him.

That was exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Then get up, and prove it. Get down on your knees, and drool all over my cock," Scaramouche commanded. He pointed at the floor in front of him in an inpatient manner.

And scrambled up like it was wrong to make him wait any longer.

Collapsing to your knees, you nuzzled your cheek against his pelvis, like you were grateful for the opportunity to slurp his cock into your mouth and suck on it.

He stroked your hair before forcing his cock into your willing mouth. "That's my good girl, sucking my cock into your slutty mouth so well," You moaned, flattening your tongue along his length, eager to hear more praise from him.

Gripping your hair, Scaramouche was ruthless, fucking himself into your throat. The more frantic his pace was, the more eagerly you deep throated him like your life depended on it.

You were becoming a masterpiece right before his very eyes.

[jmliebert]

♡ halsin x astarion headcanons ♡

Halsin thinks Astarion is utterly beautiful and that's how it begins; through his fascination with a pale elf

and let me say; Halsin is not shy, he will tell Astarion how he feels about him rather quickly, he will be adoring him, showering him compliments and though Astarion may not always show it, he secretly enjoys these

but what Astarion is the most fond of is Halsin's words of devotion, his little assurances that Astarion is cherished and loved

of course he often heard words like these, but it was all a lie, soft words and behind those was lust. But Halsin is not like this, he can't be

Astarion feels good in Halsin's presence. he admires him even, his strong body and he gaze at it unabashed.

sometimes he likes to tease Halsin about his abundant hair (so unusual for an elf), but at the same you can hear a pang of fascination in his voice

Halsin is aware of Astarion troubled past, though Astarion not say much on that matters; Halsin just knows. He can see it, sense it and knows Astarion needs a lot of reassurance, even if he's not communicating it very well

so they play a long game, but Halsin is willing to wait

with kind words and soft touches Astarion slowly opens up, show vulnerability, which is not easy for someone like him

at nights, where there's only them Astarion loves being in Halsin's robust arms, it gives him peace

Halsin caresses his face and he's leaning into his hand like a kitten hungry of affection (which makes halsin's heart melt even more)

sometimes Astarion is snappy, is mean, sometimes he's frustrated and spit his words just to hurt and get a reaction, but Halsin's a true stoic at heart and you can't get him mad like this. he knows Astarion don't want to push him really, he's just scared and lost

Halsin can see through Astarion’s snarky remarks and responding with gentleness (and sometimes sarcasm as well, he can be witty when he wants to)

There is not denying the fact that Halsin is calm and his inner calmness has a soothing affect on Astarion. he slowly learns to accept and live freely

and as for Astarion, he shows his love in small endearing ways I feel

he often surprised Halsin with random kisses, enjoying the simplicity of a kiss being just a kiss

sometimes he sits on Halsin's lap, being in the moment, enjoying his warmth and presence

Halsin allows Astarion to do anything that pleases him basically, he let's Astarion set boundaries in their relationship and he's just enjoying tender moments with his pale lover, no matter what they are

about blood; I think drinking Halsin's blood more often than not ends up in some intimate way, as I can't imagine at lest one of them not getting a boner during the process

Astarion drinks Halsin's blood with such care and eagerness, not letting a drop go to waste and it's hottt

and talking about hot; I feel like they like it rough and intense

like hair pulling, body bruising, wet kind of sex

Astarion often prefers to ride Halsin, enjoying the control and Halsin doesn't mind; if something he thinks Astarion looks breathtaking above him, his milky skin glistening with sweat

his big hands guiding his hips and caressing his body

Halsin want to look into Astarion eyes a lot "let me see those eyes"

and when he comes inside him, he grunts and his hands squeeze Astarion tender flesh, his hips almost quiver

when Astarion is close to climax, he guides Halsin’s big, rough (but skilled!) hand to his own member, whimpering deliciously when he comes

after sex however it's all soft and cozy, Halsin treats Astarion with utmost care and love, cleaning him up and showering him with affectionate words

he kisses Astarion all over his beautiful body, making him feel cherished (as he should!)

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

and here it is, my favourite ship from the game (apart delulu me x halsin of course) ˙ᵕ˙

you can find more of my works about bg3 (especially halsin) ♡here♡

[yuri-is-online]

Do you think any of the guys that could sense yutu being their kid (like Leona, some of the faes AND 100% ROOK) ever get the urge to pick up yutu like a wet kitten?

Like they know he's either related to them or is their kid and he's acting all tough and could get himself in trouble. A simple scoop from the neck could make things real easy... but no they shouldn't, he's not 5... But it would make things easier..

Rook, Trey, and Jade feel like they'd be the most likely to do this tbh.

Lilia might feel the desire, but it's overwhelmed by how cute his little boy looks, just like his old man dawwww ♡ Leona only ever steps in to correct stuff like that if it's going to be a massive deal, Yutu huffing and puffing won't cause any actual problems if he can back up his shit talking and if he can't he needs to learn not to do that. Malleus doesn't realize it's possible for his kid to lose, Silver essentially does the same thing as he does in the White Rabbit Event by reminding Yutu to calm down, and Sebek is at Yutu's side doing the exact same thing as his kid just at a louder volume.

But with Rook, Trey, and Jade, they already have a sort of instinct to step in when someone's getting mad or could get hurt so it's nothing new for them to do really. Rook wants to teach his son to hunt, so if the little one has given up his position then it makes sense for him to snatch the baby up and take him away. Trey already has Yutu halfway under his arm and back to Ramshackle before he realizes that he could have just let the kid fend for himself. Oh well, guess this just makes him a good dad and he can just get Yuu to help him relax for a reward later.

Jade just thinks it's funny to step in, make everyone angrier, and then drag away his fry as if he isn't giggling about how funny everyone looked. He's such a bad influence.

[elvisabutler]

if you need a daddy, i can help

summary: elvis is a daddy, you know this. elvis is not your daddy, you also know this. until one day, you call him daddy. that causes something interesting to happen. fandom: elvis 2022 | austin butler | elvis presley pairing: austin! elvis x gender neutral reader rating: m word count: 1367 warnings: daddy kink. oral ( m receiving ), implied future oral ( gn ), cheating ( elvis is still married to priscilla, we're talking 69/70 era). i think that might be it? author's note: welcome to day 14 of kinktober, daddy kink with austin!elvis. so i realize now that i should have rearranged days after gunmetal because good lord that fic rode me hard and put me away wet. tried to steer a little farther back in my age range for this and also almost did 50s austin elvis before i was like nah. enjoy, y'all. also usual applies, you can imagine real elvis if you want.

It spills from your mouth on purpose after you see him playing with Lisa Marie. You've known he's a daddy, known he's great with her but you've never seen it in action until today.

"Look at you, Daddy." You practically purr, your arms snaking around his waist.

You feel him tense, essentially freeze in your arms and you can't help but raise an eyebrow. Was it something you said? He was a daddy, right, that's what you call someone who has a child. You call them daddy and you don't mean anything by it. Your mind spirals a little, thinking up a few very strange scenarios before before you notice Elvis shaking his head and blowing a bit of hair from his forehead out of his face.

"What did you call me, darlin'?" He murmurs, giving you a small peck on the lips.

You instinctively bite your lip, nervousness gnawing at your insides. "Um. Daddy?"

If you weren't so in your head you would have noticed that Elvis visibly gulps and his pupils expand just a hair when you say it. He is very thankful in that moment that sometimes you have a tendency to overthink. He clears his throat. "Thought that's what I heard. Ya- Never heard that come from ya."

You shrug. "I mean you are a daddy. You're Lisa Marie's daddy."

Elvis stares at you for a moment, acting like he's trying to peer into your soul, trying to see if you're being serious when you say that. You don't give him any indication that you weren't being genuine and he can't help the soft laugh that comes from him at it. "Yeah, I am, aren't I?" He pauses. "Hm. You wanna go to your home, darlin'? Know we were talking about heading someplace to eat but I'd rather just eat in tonight. Somethin' simple."

"That's fine, Elvis." You answer before exhaling and starting to speak again. "I did make you mad, did I? It doesn't bother you, me calling you that, right? You're not gonna spend the night with-" Priscilla.

He pulls you close and into a solid hug, the type where the only thing you can see and smell is him. You find it helps you to calm down better than anything else. He places a kiss on the top of your head. "Didn't make me mad at all. And her parents are in town, she knows I hate bein' there. Let's go home."

It didn't bother him, but it apparently unleashed something in him that you and him later find out about while you have your mouth on his cock.

"Fuckin' hell, kitten, look at you, takin' your daddy's cock so well. Making a damn mess of yourself, got spit and-" He's practically spewing the words up until the point when you pull your mouth off of his cock and look at him. "The fuck are you-"

"Daddy?" You question, acting as if just the act of being on your knees for him and saying the word daddy doesn't have even more heat curling in the pit of your stomach. "You want me- Are you my daddy too?"

The groan Elvis lets out is obscene, filling the room and you swear echoing against the walls. Then again, maybe it's just echoing in your skull, in your body just filling you with a certain bit of pleasure to know you can ring that from him just from a simple word. His hand moves to grab at your hair, his fingers finding some form of purchase before his other hand grabs your chin tightly and forcing you to look up at him.

"I've been your daddy from the moment you climbed into my bed, little one. Just didn't have you call me it. Didn't realize I needed to. But I think after today you should. After all, doesn't daddy take care of you? Don't I do everythin' for you? Even when I got my two girls to take care of?"

You bite your lip instead of answering, you know he's looking for an answer, but you're not sure you want to voice it. You're not sure if you should admit it. His grip tightens even more. "Darlin'."

"You do, Daddy." Your eyes flutter shut after you say it, as if that will hide the reaction you have to saying it aloud. "You take care of me so well, I don't have to ask for anything with you."

His eyes watch as you take a chance to slide your hand in between your legs, moving to touch yourself before he adjusts his stance enough to nudge your thigh.

"Good little ones ask to touch themselves. You ain't touchin' there till you make daddy come, ya understand?"

You take your hand away from your crotch as if it's on fire at his words. You can be good for Elvis, you can hear the right to touch yourself because daddy will let you. It takes a moment but you follow up the action with a nod as you move to take him back in your mouth. His hand is still in your hair and you know he could force you easily onto his cock but he doesn't, he holds off on the desire to as he watches your lips slowly envelop his cock. Just the tip at first with tiny kitten licks until you shove him deeper and deeper your tongue tracing a vein or two before you feel him nudging st the back of your throat. You're normally not one to attempt to push the limits of your gag reflex and attempt to deep throat him, but tonight feels different. You take a deep breath or several before you try and relax your throat feeling the tip of him hit the back of your throat.

"Jesus Christ, darlin'. Goddamn givin' me this head, who's cock you been practicing on, making it so you can take me like this. Oughta punch 'em in the face-" His words come out in a rush, half slurred as he uses his purchase in your hair to move your mouth up and down, mindful for once of his speed. "Makin' daddy so proud, taking me like this. Think I might push you on the bed after this. Return the favor. You want that, kitten?"

You hum your answer in the affirmative, your head bobbing too much for any other real answer. You can feel Elvis trying to make you go faster, a surefire sign he's going to come sooner rather than later. Another hum escapes you, almost to tease him and you're rewarded with his hand yanking your hair as he suddenly comes without so much of a warning causing you to choke as you pull off of him. It leaks out of your mouth, dripping down the sides of your lips as you struggle to catch your breath after a particularly rough cough. Elvis for his part realizes what's going on and leans down to pat your back and to make sure you're still breathing. Once everything settles, once you're not taking heaving breaths into your lungs, he puts his hand under your chin and tilts it up to have you look at him dead in the eye. There is still come on the sides of your mouth, a fact he takes advantage of with a swipe of his thumb. Your mouth drops open just a little as he chuckles and puts his thumb on your lower lip for you to lick it off.

"Such a good little one for daddy. You didn't come, did you? You all riled up for me?" He asks, tilting his head a little and holding out his hand for you to pull yourself up to a standing position.

A nod is your answer before you realize he probably wants to hear you say it. "Didn't come, Daddy. You didn't tell me I could- but I really want to."

There's a pause as Elvis looks at you, wondering how he wants to go about this before he chooses to grab you and pick you up before dropping you on the edge of the bed. "Pants off then, darlin'. Let daddy take care of you."

[flowersandbigteeth]

You try to run from your shadowbeast boyfriend

General Plot: You've had it up to here with Rafe and you decide to run away. Just a short little aside about the reader having a meltdown.

Word Count: 800

Shadowbeast (Rafe) x Reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Headcannon

W: a tiny bit of choking, manipulation, otherwise sfw monster fluff

You panted, peeking around the corner. The street was empty. Okay. Good. This is going to work. It has to work. You took a deep breath and tried to slow your breathing. You didn’t know what you were thinking. Why you tried to do this.

Maybe the pressure at work had gotten to much, maybe the way Rafe fucked you confused you to the point of madness. It could have been anything, but you’d decided to run. 

You thought you’d learned a lot about Rafe. He was strong and smokey, but he couldn’t be everywhere at once. He’d gone hunting and you’d grabbed the hundred thousand dollars Rick had left behind, stuffed it under your shirt, and took off with nothing but your clothes and wallet. No phone to track. No credit cards. 

You’d caught a cab to the next town and now you were hustling down the street, probably looking extremely suspicious, to a hotel shitty enough that they dealt in cash.

You finally made it to a run down building with metal gates over the windows and doors, but a fluorescent sign that said “VACANCY”. You would stay there for the night then buy a train ticket in the morning and go…anywhere else.

You’d start your life over, never touch a camera again, become a…bike delivery driver or something. Anything to save you from this constant madness you felt. You let him torture you, do things to you, you would never let any other man do and for some reason you loved it! 

You were losing the person you once were and you felt like you needed to save her. You didn’t have a reason why, you were just scared. Terrified really, that he would break you down to nothing. He’d already made you his sex kitten. So easily. He could make you into anything. 

You flopped down on the hard bed of the hotel room after you checked in. The ceiling was water stained and the TV broken, so you had nothing but your thoughts to listen to. Your heart still pounded.

What would he do if he found you? When he finds you, some small and very correct part of your brain reminded you. You ignored it. You had to try. Eventually you fell asleep on top of the sheets, too afraid to take off your clothes. 

You woke unable to breath. It was pitch black and something was wrapped around your throat, choking you. You thrashed, but it was so strong, it was pinning your body down with its weight.  

“It’s cute you thought you could run from me, darling,” the last voice you wanted to hear said. Rafe loosened his chokehold on your throat and you gasped for air, tears coming to your eyes. 

“Rafe, I can't do this!” you tried to reason with him, “this is madness!” 

His eerie chuckle perforated the darkness. 

“You will do anything I tell you to do (Y/N), I would never tell you to do something I knew you couldn’t,” he said evenly, “which is why this is silly and a waste of time.”  

A tear slid down your cheek. 

“How did you find me?” you asked. 

You at least wanted to know how you’d been caught. 

“We’re bonded, I bonded with you the first time I took you. You're my mate. I can find you anywhere,” his voice lowered, “you can never escape me.” 

You burst into wet, ugly tears, heaving. He brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb and sighed.

“I know you’re scared, but there’s really nothing to be afraid of. I will never harm you. I love you.” 

“But you’re killing people all of the time!” you sobbed, “I..the guilt is so heavy.” 

He clucked, smoothing his large hand over your hair. 

“I know,” he cooed, “but you’re so, so strong, my little mate, and you have to remember I’m killing the darkest souls. Murderers, rapists, people who destroy other people’s lives.” 

He pulled you into his lap and leaned his back against the headboard, his big body curled over you as he brushed your tears away. He held you for a moment to his chest, listening to his heavy heartbeat. He had a heartbeat. He was real and holding you in his warmth.

You sniffled. 

“Is it really okay?” you asked and he knew he’d won. 

“Of course,” he assured you, “consider me balance in the universe. I’m doing the planet a service.” 

“O-okay,” you stammered, “but…maybe we can stop playing CEO for a while. It’s wearing on me.” 

You felt him shift against you in the dark as he nodded. It occurred to you that while you couldn't see him in the blackness, he could probably see you quite clearly.

Rafe looked down at your puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks with nothing but affection. You were his, only you weren't used to the idea, yet.

“I told you the rigors of the workplace are too much for you,” he said. 

The rigors of his workplace were too much for you.

“Maybe…” you said noncommittaly. 

He cupped your face in his big hand and kissed you in the darkness. His lips were soft and gentle moving over yours. His kiss was familiar and had become comforting. It melted all the pain and uncertainty, smudging it out like wiping away chalk.

“I. Will. Always. Take. Care. Of. You.” he said, punctuating each word with a kiss somewhere new on your face and you giggled. You did adore these tender moments with Rafe. He could be so sweet, when he wasn’t tormenting you. 

“Shall I take you home now or do you want to sit here and collect fleas in this bed?” he asked. 

“Home,” you opted and he shifted to his human form to carry you to the limousine parked outside.

[who-dat-homeless]

people keep saying like "oh it would be sad if azicrow becomes human in the finally :( " or "oh it'd be sad if crowley rejects aziraphale" or " oh it'd be sad if they wipe aziraphale's memories and he forgets crowley"

And I can't fucking relate because looking at the story we've got so far I SEE ABSOLUTELY NO EVIDENCE THAT ANY OF THIS COULD HAPPEN EVEN THEORETICALLY.

oh they'd become humans -- thematically they are already humans. At the end of the season one crowley says that hell and heaven would start a war against humans and now both crowley and aziraphale are not demon and not angel but something grey, something in the middle, something that actually can decide their action and their future (which ahem ahem is how humans described by the aziraphale) there's absolutely no need to make them human's thematically because they're already are. The only reason I can think of for making them humans is to get a bittersweet emotion from the audience, BUT IT'S FOCKEN CHEAP and I really can not see Neil Gaiman going for this. The man is mad genius of tragedy and bittersweetness and he is because this tragedy always has a reason/theme.

oh crowley would reject aziraphale -- BABE HAVE YOU WATHCED THE SHOW??????? CROWLEY BREAKS UP WITH AZIRAPHALE EACH FIVE MINUTES FR FR AND THE NEXT SCENE IS HER STANDING ON HER KNEES WET SAD AND MISERABLE BEGGING AZIRAPHALE TO COME BACK. REALLY. For fuck's sake Crowley is the sensible little kitten that lingers to the stranger's pants leg hoping they will get at least a little bit of sympathy. He's optimistic at it's core. But also he's so FUCKING lonely.

DID YOU ALL COLLECTIVELY FORGOT THIS SCENE??? "I'm a demon I lied" -- AND THIS IS THE CONFESSION OF HER FEELING THE WORST, FEELING ABANDONED AND LONELY AND MISERABLE.

She literally drove Bentley slower TO GIVE AZIRAPHALE A CHANCE TO CATCH HER. Good god.

Yes, of course there'll be conflict and there'll be fights and misunderstanding yada yada yada BUT DEAR GOD the second aziraphale is hurt (even emotionally) crowley is here ready to fight god, satan and whoever there is, and then accept his angel back in a span of a second

AND IT ALSO MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE THEMATICALLY TO GET THEM FALL APART. They're each other's yang!!! bitch!! they're the human's nature dichotomy THEY LITERRALLY CAN NOT BE APART. WRITE THEM APART AND THE WHOLE MESSSAGE OF GOOD OMENS FALLS APART

oh they'll wipe aziraphale's memories -- let's start with that they couldn't even wipe off Gabriel's memories (he and beelzebup did, putting it into the fly, Metatron did not do it)

and now, aziraphale first -- knowing what to expect from heaven, second -- specifically going there to fix it and stop second coming HE WILL BE SO CAUTIOUS that I really can't see how the wiping can even occur

"oh the angels would catch him and torture and.." no. I mean I think they're capable but like. They're an extremely ass licking office workers, who prides their reputation and stupid brute force is not their style. Yes they kidnaped aziraphale(crowley) once but even that kidnaping was so sanitized and almost non violent that I hardly can imagine them getting into actions. I think that they wouldn't even chase aziraohale across the heaven because running is heaven is prohibited, so. Unless Aziraphale himself would want to wipe his memories.. I absolutely can't see it happening.

but y'know what is the only thought that does make me sad?

That there's a possibility that Crowley would accept Aziraphale back no questions asked

This is the real shit

Because Crowley already did that in the past. It's in his fucking character. Because he's optimistic, because he's lonely, because he already lost his friend once. Because he has it all, he can go back to hell become a respected demon, take back his cool brutalist flat, he's self-sufficient, he can be all by himself if he really wants but he can never shut this hole of lonliness in himself no matter what he does

In Crowley's eyes Aziraphale makes him complete. It's the lost part of her soul she was looking for so long.

And I so fucking afraid that she will give up her dignity, she'll repress her feelings and needs once again, she'll do the first step ONCE AGAIN, only to shut this ugly feeling deep inside that makes her want to disappear.

AND IT MAKES SENCE because then Aziraphale can see how desperate Crowley and how wrong he was to just pretend that everything is fine between them, and Crowley can be confronted about this really unhealthy behavior and so on and so on

and just the thought that it makes sense and that it's in character MAKES ME SO AFRAID and so sad...

[kurtie4life96]

FANFIC PROMPTS 2.0

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"I've waited for this moment for so long."

"That's the first time I've ever seen you smile."

"Could you spend the night? I don't want to be alone."

"I can't stay away from you."

"I'm a better person when I'm with you."

"Could you stay a little longer?"

"Here, let's share the blanket."

"Do you wanna stay the night?"

"So what if I'm whipped? I'm happy."

"I'm doing this for you."

"No, you don't deserve to be treated like that."

"You have every right to be upset, sweetheart."

"I'm in love with you, idiot."

"You look really good in my sweater."

"This isn't your fault, okay? I promise."

"If I could, I would kiss away all your scars."

"Please let me drive you home."

"Is that guy/person bothering you?"

"You feel it too, don't you?"

"I loved you the first time I laid eyes on you."

"It's okay, you're allowed to cry."

"I want you, and only you."

"I thought you knew that you've always been my favorite."

"You look better in my clothes than I do."

"I'm gentle with you because I love you."

"I could never say no to you."

"Here, take my jacket, it's cold."

"Well, there's only one bed."

"They're not you."

"Are you warm enough?"

Angst

"Why do you hate me?"

"We can't keep this up forever."

"I wish I'd never met you."

"Shouldn't you be with him/her?"

"How much did you drink?"

"You wanna hit me? Go ahead, do it."

"Touch her/him, and you're dead."

"Why did you lie to me?"

"Is he/she really just a friend?"

"You're not going to die, whether you like it or not."

"You need to wake up, I can't do this without you."

"When will you shut the fuck up?"

"Don't ever leave my sight again."

"Talk to me when you're sober."

"Don't call this number again."

"She's/he's not yours."

"Is that blood?"

"Don't you look at me like that."

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Get the fuck out."

"You hate me? I hate me too."

"Where are you going?"

"I thought I could trust you. Obviously I was wrong."

"Everyone was right about you."

"You left me, when I was at my lowest."

"You don't intimidate me. Cut the act."

"Tell me who did this to you, right fucking now."

"I woke up this morning and you were gone."

"I'm tired of pretending."

Smut/NSFW

"Could he/she make you feel as good as I do?"

"We're not just friends, and you fucking know it."

"Make me."

"Don't bite that fucking lip."

"My hand or my belt?"

"You're already shaking. Come on baby, you can give me one more."

"Why did you wear panties, when you know I'm gonna rip them off anyway?"

"Come sit in my lap."

"Call me that one more time, see what happens."

"I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands on you. We'll see how cute you look when it's my hands."

"I could really hurt you, you know."

"I think I've made my intentions clear, sweetheart."

"Don't forget who you belong to."

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad."

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll forget you ever even met that asshole."

"Bed. Now."

"Don't hide your face. Look at me when I fuck you. Good girl."

"Did you really think we were just gonna 'go to bed', silly girl?"

"If you bite your lip one more time, I'm gonna do it for you."

"I've had it with your fucking attitude."

"Bend over my knees. Now."

"Smile for the camera."

"There's so many things I want to do to you, and not all of them are nice."

"Open your mouth. When I spit, you swallow."

"Already so wet and needy, and I haven't even touched you yet."

"You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted."

"Don't hold back. I wanna hear you say my name."

"You say we're just friends, but you can't keep your hands off me."

"Look at the big mess you made kitten, is this all for me?

"You're mine, and I don't share."

[mlobsters]

supernatural s9e9 holy terror (w. eugenie ross-leming, brad bruckner)

embarrassing but even though i've read a lot of fic for seasons i haven't watched yet, i didn't even consider until that recap put those bits side by side (angels conning people into saying yes + ezekial) that the angel inside sam was like. up to no good in some fashion?? LOL. me n dean. i think i even know the bad angel's name because i've definitely seen it mentioned in fic 😂🤪 this is like how i was kind of on sam's side about ruby, like i know she's up to something but we can make this work!! haha

SAM No, it's more than Vesta! I mean, this kind of thing's been happening to me. Like, like, there are chunks of time just … missing. Like there are times when I'm… not here.

💔 sam has a lot of reasons to worry about the state of his mental health, mad at dean, mad at the show. etc etc.

DEAN Yeah, because … damn straight the trials. They whacked you, man. You're not up to warp speed yet, okay? But you will be. Would I lie?

more mad at the show/dean. like, why make him say that. why make sam feel that way, doubting himself and trusting dean when he shouldn't. a pal said it was the righteous man's turn to fuck up now and dean's doubling down

literally just yelled "oh COME ON" i forgot about this. it was in the recap, but i already forgot. dean made that face and i was like, did he lie about something? i can't remember that either.

heaven politics have my brain glazing over yet again

other than giving dean the much needed turn to fuck up and need to grovel and beg for forgiveness, the only thing i like about this ezekial situation is dean's increasingly flustered reactions to him popping in

CASTIEL It is so good being together again. You know, this is my first beer as a human. I hope it's okay, me joining you? SAM Why wouldn't it be okay?

i'm happy that sam's happy to have cas around, and i feel like he'd have reason to be not happy with cas but honestly i have no idea where things were left between them. i lose track when it's a plotline every several episodes.

EZEKIEL-IN-SAM I told you. When I chose to answer your prayers and heal Sam, I chose sides. That means I'm not in good standing with certain angels. DEAN Okay, well, you know what? Cas isn't in good standing with any angel, all right? But here he is, ass on the line, fighting the fight. So tell me, what makes you so special?

what indeed! dean and i are both idiots 😂

METATRON Well, I'm really looking forward to this. EZEKIEL-IN-SAM Excuse me? METATRON Oh, please. I know who you really are. And it isn't Ezekiel. NOT-EZEKIEL-IN-SAM looks constipated.

got another funny transcription, thank you. gadreel reveal??? i'm going to be way less impressed with myself when it's someone else

CASTIEL You said the angel, Ezekiel, helped heal him. DEAN (looks down, avoiding the question) Look, I got to do anything I can to get him back. Now, if that means that we keep our distance from you for a little while, then... Then I don't have a choice. I don't feel good about it, but I don't have a choice. It's great to have your help, Cas. Okay, but we just can't work together. CAS looks sad.

understatement! good job dean, made him make the sad wet kitten face.

METATRON And yet you spent countless thousands of years locked in Heaven's darkest dungeon. And now you're hiding in this human, posing as Ezekiel.

i did not know that! i know nothing about gadreel just bad+sam. lol (and yet that wasn't enough of a clue!!)

METATRON And so … Plan "B." Rebuild Heaven as the place God envisioned it, only with a handpicked few. No more anemic functionaries like Bartholomew. And no more stupid angels. (consideringly) Maybe some funny ones.

i'm not down with calling cas stupid, and i don't know if this was meant to be a little shade on cas per se, but i did appreciate it nonetheless. because cas consistently makes the worst decisions. but he was funny there for a bit! let's go back to that

LOL this framing he looks like the big robot

the day the earth stood still (2008)

GADREEL-IN-SAM Humans do seem chaotic, Metatron. METATRON Which makes them fascinating, but... All that emotion. Geez. And the wasted energy. It's just... exhausting. GADREEL-IN-SAM I know. Sam Winchester... It is a mess in here. And the brother – I do not know where to start.

low hanging fruit but i'll take it

snorted.

pretty shot

wanna know a secret? i force myself to pay attention to the goings-on with cas and make sure i include bits of it whenever he's around only because he has such a large presence in fandom's mind. otherwise i kind of tune him out like i do the political machinations. he's around more than people like jody, his storylines never make much sense because he just makes the most batshit decisions, they talk about his relationship with dean more than they ever show it. it's such a weird combo. it's like we're all pretending he has a bigger part in the story than he ever does on screen. but we (the show) talk about it, and the fandom talks about what the show talks about. i may be too high for this thought process

see i forget about kevin too! and i like kevin. i love how completely fucking over this all he is. but he keeps plugging away, forgotten, somewhere.

no pressure. just a bunch of kids died too.

was cas trying to get caught? i'm confused

????? okay. needed to fill that torture quota

CASTIEL I've explained in detail. I don't know how Metatron's spell worked. Therefore, I can't assist in reversing it. I was an unwitting accomplice. MALACHI Ohhh. A dupe. The great Castiel. Valued and trusted Castiel. Top-of-the-Christmas-tree Castiel. No more than a dupe.

--

MALACHI Just following your example, Castiel. How many did you kill in Heaven? How many in the Fall? Oh, you didn't know? A host of angels died when they fell – Azrael, Sophia, Ezekiel

i was like, he got you there, cas! about the following your example thing but now cas finds out about not-ezekial, ok

i am so confused. cas sucking this dude's grace out

very domestic and sweet.

CASTIEL I… I did what I had to. I became what they've become. A barbarian.

i mean, not the first time, amirite

all right, dean and i got with the program, not-ezekial==bad.

DEAN You're gonna have to trust me, okay, trust that I told you everything that I can for now. Can you do that? KEVIN I always trust you. (DEAN nods.) And I always end up screwed. DEAN Oh, come on. Always? Not always.

cute cute. kevin's fun

i compulsively screenshot the bunker too because i'd like to try to understand the layout but i'm useless at it. i should just cheat and look it up. anyway, what's up with the weird bathroom vanity sinks in not-bathroom rooms. one in the kitchen, one in the war room place

s8e15 (mentioned it here too :p)

DEAN (hurriedly) No, you don't. I mean messed you up like almost dead. No more birthdays, dust to dust. Well, that messed me up, so I made a move, okay, a tough move about you without talking it over because you were in a coma.

oh, dean.

DEAN I tricked you into saying yes. It seemed like the only way. SAM (sighs) So... Again. You thought I couldn't handle something, so you took over! DEAN No, I did what I had to do! You would've never agreed to it, and you would've died. SAM Well, maybe I would've liked the choice, at least. DEAN We can do this – later. You can – you can kick my ass all you want. Right now, we got bigger problems.

i can feel that longstanding frustration-rage bubbling up that's so particular to a familial relationship

oh, gadreel fooled me too. i thought maybe he popped back in because dean was too slow.

and i knew kevin died (only recently read something that mentioned it, i generally avoid stuff around the time period i'm watching when reading but oops) but like. anticlimactic? :\ and as always, ALWAYS just when i start to really enjoy a side character they get killed off. womp womp. at least i didn't cry, that's something

instead i just sighed because "trust me, kevin" and "i always end up screwed :)" so now dean's gonna feel guilty. he's already feeling guilty enough, did we need that too? when they push too hard on the excessive dean whump, i get annoyed. like the whole 4 months=40 years, i enjoyed torturing people, etc. edgelord bullshit :P

the single tear of man pain has returned

bring it on (2000)

what i think of every time

[scrivellc]

Thinking about how I really love the faceclaim I picked for Orin since he can be both intimidating but also looks like this....

Sad, wet, kitten looking kinda guy lol Orin absolutely uses the fact that he can put on the saddest eyes to his advantage. What? You can't be mad at him. He's just a little guy! He says while being over 6 feet tall.

[scenetocause]

Dunno if you’re still taking requests but !! Mando with 5 or 20 would be brill please 🥺

a few people asked for 20 and for some reason i can't think of anything for it so 5 it is.

"Bob-" Max gets shoved against the couch, air pushed out of his lungs and replaced with the heavy weight of Lando.

It's ridiculous, Max keeps reminding him he's bigger than him now and Max isn't, like, completely indestructible. Does actually have needs, like breathing but Lando seems convinced it's fine to just lie on him as though he's still half Max's size.

It's probably at least a little because Max lets him. His arms go around Lando, automatically, pulling him closer so Max can smell his sweaty hair and humid hoodie he for some reason insisted on working out in even though it's like, July.

Lando tucks himself onto and into Max like they're interlocking blocks. Pieces of Lego that only connect to each other. Lando's face is smashed into his neck and his legs are somehow wrapped around Max's thighs and Max really wants to kiss him but that would mean moving again, when Lando's finally stopped wriggling.

"I had a call," he says, quietly. "Like, it's not - much but like, I need a new manager and he said he reckoned there was a chance of - F2. I don't know."

Lando squeezes him tighter. Max carries on.

"I'm not getting my hopes up but like, he knows what he's doing and it'd be, y'know, the whole team's funded by some useless, rich fucker and I'm doing all the setups and whatnot but I could. I reckon that could work, for a bit."

Lando snickers into Max's neck but stays quiet, kisses him just below his ear.

"So, yeah. I'm gonna go into London tomorrow and like, have a look at contracts and things. It'd be nice to drive again."

He gets squeezed again, then hot, wet lips against the skin at his collarbone, sucking a hickey. "Bob, don't make me go to a meeting with a love bite."

Lando just snickers again and continues, regardless. Max will have to wear a hoodie, so he's stealing one of his. It's only fair.

Later, after a shower, they're getting down to some steamy kissing in bed. Like, properly tonguing each other and Max really loves just making out, having Lando's hands in his hair and focussing on slow, sexy kissing. Lando's hot, always has been and it gets Max going ridiculously fast that he's horny about this too.

Eventually, Lando shimmies down his body, pushes Max's hips into the bed and he knows what's about to happen. Lando's approach to blow jobs is - unstructured, to say the least and frankly kind of bizarre, definitely not like the handful of other people who've ever sucked Max off but like everything else about them he's learned to like it best. Lando starts by going to town sucking his balls, then just plays with Max's dick, pumping it slowly and kitten-licking to make precum bead at the tip, so Lando can swipe it away with his tongue. Then he actually sucks it for like, fifteen seconds maximum and if he'd made it to twenty Max probably could have come but, alas.

It's when Lando's kind of making out with his dick, lips moving along the shaft and kissing gently at the head, that he suddenly feels it building, tries to say something to warn him but Lando just looks up, impish and Max comes all up his own stomach. It's a good orgasm, it always is with them and it takes him a few moments to get control of his limbs, pull Lando up to cuddle.

"I know I already said congratulations but - it's for that." Lando kisses him on the nose with dick breath and Max can't even be bothered to be mad.

He's still a bit focussed, though. "You actually didn't say that, Bob but thank you." He rubs their cheeks together, feeling brain-emptied from coming. "I love you."

"Yeah, I love you too." Lando pulls him closer. "How long until I can fuck you?"

"Jesus-" Max flails for a pillow to hit him with. "Alright."

[emelkae]

War Machine Characters in Artbreeder!

Briar Arrow

12-year-old boy who looks like an 8-year-old girl

Special Magical Child (TM)

He's got pretty severe anxiety, but he learns to come out of his shell a little

The Engineer / Dr. William Arrow

Mad scientist. Mad in the usual sense when it comes to science, but also mad as in A N G R Y

Has subsisted on coffee and three hours of sleep for the past week and a half

His garbage personality isn't technically his fault but it still shouldn't give him a pass to torture robots

Eleni

"Vengeful" does not begin to describe this woman

Has been holding a grudge for over a decade

Passive-aggressively uses :) in texts

The androids are under the cut since this is gonna end up pretty long (also Artbreeder gave them all hair and I was too lazy to try and change that, so... here they are with hair instead of bald):

Claw: Assassin Unit

DILH (Dad I'd Like to Hug)

His love language is definitely Physical Touch, followed by dad jokes and pranks

Becomes ride or die like way too easily, to his own detriment

Sharpe / Sharpeye: Marksman Unit

Is mentally biting u

Pathetic wet kitten of a man who has made his trauma his entire personality

Genuinely can't make sense of it when someone likes him because most people think he sucks

Lug: Tank Unit

Pure of heart, dumb of ass, will be your friend and show you the coolest bugs

An animal guy

He's just happy to be here and won't hesitate to sing loudly about it

Mobo / Motherboard: Repair Unit (younger)

Needs to be told he's doing a good job at least once a day

Would honestly be terrifying in combat if he wasn't so impulsive

Somehow has both high intelligence and zero common sense

Circuit: Repair Unit (older)

Has been the sole Brain Cell Holder since the day he was built

More interested in technology than people, but will analyze you down to your soul anyway

Wants to teach people stuff but can't do it without being accidentally pretentious

[sinatoru]

BEING MAD AT JJK MEN!

featuring the holy trinity; gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro

content: porn w/ a little plot, unprotected p → v sex, fem!reader, begging, kissing, spanking, pet names (princess, baby, babe, kitten, doll), choking, creampie, finger sucking, hair pulling, deep throating ish, implied overstimulation, possessive behavior, oral (m!receiving), edging if u squint

SATORU GOJO

"how was i supposed to know you can't wash 'em?" satoru stood at the doorframe cluelessly, rubbing his head. you stared manically into the washing machine, seeing all of your clothes ruined. "maybe because I LEFT YOU A NOTE?" you turned around with your soaking the northface black puffer jacket that looked like it got ran over by a truck in a thunderstorm. "geez, calm down. it's not like i can't buy you another one" satoru slouched his shoulders, giving you a bored look.

"oh my god, that isn't the point satoru. the point is you never listen to me!" you drop the clothing onto the tile floor of the laundry room, causing it to make a wet thump sound. "i am so done with you right now. leave me alone." you tried to push past satoru's big figure, but he blocked you with his arm and grabbed your waist.

"i'm sorry my lovely, gorgeous girlfriend. please forgive me for my sins." he jokingly apologized. "apology not accepted. now let go of me." you tried removing his hand from you, but he instead held onto you tighter. "sato-" you turned up satoru as he kissed you, making your body face him.

for a second you kissed him back before remembering what he did. "not going to work asshole." you pushed his chest, still annoyed. "oh come on baby, i'm sorry, for real!" he teasingly smiled at you, seeing how hard you were trying to stand your ground.

"now that i've said sorry, you have to kiss me." he leaned down, staring into your eyes with his mesmerizing blue orbs.

you decided to give the man-baby what he wanted (just so he could leave you alone!) and tried planting a little peck on his cheek but satoru turned his head so you kissed him. satoru put his free hand on the back of your head, pulling your body against his as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch. you both closed your eyes, engulfed in each other. you draped your arms over satoru's broad shoulders, now being even closer to him.

you slowly pulled away after what seemed to be ages, fluttering your eyes open to see satoru already looking at you. he wiped your mixed saliva off of your lips with the soft tip of his thumb, smirking.

"don't think i forgive you, idiot." you roll your eyes, stepping back from satoru. "oh yeah?

the dryer squeaked from side to side as you tried holding onto the edge of it, maintaining balance while satoru rutted into you like a dog in heat. you let out small mewls with every quick plunge of his long, veiny cock. satoru had one loose hold on your neck, the other hand was still on your waist.

you looked back to see satoru staring hungrily down where you and him connected, the white frothy rim on the base of his dick forming from your liquids.

"that's it, princess, doin' so well." he managed to mutter out, grip on your neck tightening. "s-satoru... please..!" you shut your eyes, tears from pleasure beginning to flow down your bunny cheeks. "please what? say it." satoru grabbed your chin, forcing you to look back at him. you parted your lips, trying to say something but no words came out.

meanwhile, satoru's pace slowed. "come on, you can say it." he gently rocked into you, still staring at your watery eyes. "p-please, fuck me hard, satoru." your cheeks had a faint pink tint on it, embarrassed by your begging. "if you insist." satoru let out a whiny laugh as he started thrusting into your wet cunt profusely again, both of hands now were on the plush of your hips to the point where you knew it was going to be bruised.

his length reached deep inside of you, repeatedly bumping into your cervix. satoru's bare cock slid in and out of you smoothly, your liquids making it shine. your body glistened from the sweat forming on you under the clear creamy lights of your laundry room, highlighting your curves.

satoru ate up how your gummy-like walls engulfed his dick ever so heavenly, your tight cunt making squelching sounds as you sunk into him. he also saw enjoyment in your messy hair and flushed face, all from just his cock.

you squeezed around satoru even more, already so close to your climax. "i'm sorry baby- oh g-god... i'll buy you anything you want. i l-love you." satoru had a strain in his voice like he was choking from pleasure. "you forgive me, eh?" he lowered his head down to your neck, leaving small and wet kisses everywhere. "yes, please, satoru! i forgive you. right there...!" small spots of white covered your vision as you came all around satoru's cock while he still pounded into you.

"ah- 's good for me, princess." he soon came into you after, pumping all of his cum deep inside of you, both breaths heavy. you whimpered looking down at his cock, feeling overstimulated to the max.

"i should stop listening to you more so we can do this again." satoru laughed.

SUGURU GETO

suguru cares about you, a lot. he's always concerned about your whereabouts, who you're with, typical caring boyfriend shit. it's just that you are naive and so damn pretty, he's just afraid something might happen to you when he's not there to protect you. suguru has seen the way guys look at you in public, especially in your short little mini-skirt that you love to tease him in. suguru isn't necessarily jealous though, or that's what he says. sure, he got a little worried when you told him the people you were hanging out with, some of your mutual female friends, and some random guys he's never met, but it wasn't enough to start an argument when you got home. wait...

"why are you home so late, y/n?" suguru asked as you walked through the door, tired from your exhausting, and fun day. he sat on the couch with his arms crossed, like your mother when you used to sneak out as a teen. "because... i was out?" you gave him a joking answer, he was mad over nothing. "you said you were going to be home at 9, it's 11 pm right now." he stood up from where he sat, dark demeanor showing. "alright, i'm sorry. let me shower and we can go to sleep." you took off your heels and purse, placed them where they belonged, and walked to your guy's shared bedroom.

"maybe next time, tell me when you're going to get home two hours after you were supposed to." suguru followed you into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed as his dark eyes watched you carefully while you picked out some comfortable pajamas. you rolled your eyes and whispered an apology, a little annoyed that your boyfriend would be so worked up over this. you appreciated that suguru cared enough about you, but sometimes he could be so protective that you feel like you don't have any freedom. that was one of the things you hated most in your relationship.

"come here." suguru said, spreading his legs a little and patting the bed. you walked over, unsure of what suguru was trying to get it. he told you to sit down, and that you did. you sat up with your legs together and your hands in your lap. your doe eyes bewilderingly stared into his, "so, one second you're mad, the next, you aren't?" you smiled, coming closer to his face. "maybe. 'm just worried kitten." he put his big hand on your thigh, slightly squeezing the fat. "but you're all mine, so it doesn't matter. i'm sorry."

you gave suguru a small peck on the lips as you stood up, clothes in hand. "if you're really sorry, you wanna join me?" your head nudged towards the bathroom while you walked off to run the water.

water splashed on both of your bodies, making everything even messier. suguru palmed your head with his hand, making you bob back and forth as he fucked your face. drool was oozing out of your mouth, but it was hardly noticeable because everything was so wet. you repeatedly gagged on his thick cock, the vibrations creating more pleasure for suguru. "yeah, you belong to me. good girl." the ends of his lips curved into a smirk, his long raven hair dripping water onto you.

you looked up at suguru with your innocent eyes, with how your mouth basically vacuumed his cock up made suguru smile. "my cute little kitten, letting me fuck her mouth. such a good, good, k-kitten." he kept stuttering every time you would swirl your hot tongue around him, while still staring up.

suguru's eyes trailed to your body, how your back arched as you tried holding onto his legs, nails digging in. your ass was pressed against the glass of the shower, steam tracing around the imprint.

"almost there, yeah, keep it up. you're s' obedient, my adorable y-y/n." suguru grabbed the top of your wet hair, moving your head faster than before. you smiled, knowing he was close, and kept on gagging around his dick.

suguru shot long, hot ropes of his salty cum down your throat, and still slightly bobbed your head as he fucked out his climax. he made you swallow everything, and checked your mouth to see if you actually did. "good girl. oh wait, you have some left." suguru leaned down a bit and swiped leftover cum on the side of your mouth with his thumb. "suck." you did as you were told, not breaking eye contact while you softly sucked his thumb, not leaving any trace of his cum behind.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

"are you going to tell me why there's a $1000 withdrawal in my bank account, fushiguro?" you asked your boyfriend. obviously you know that he took it, and you didn't really mind, but toji should have asked you first, right? "don't know, probably a hacker." he lazily slouched down onto the couch in the living room, scrolling through the channels on the tv nonchalantly.

"i know it was you, toji." you stood in front of the tv, blocking his view. "know it was me what? i didn't do anything." he denied. you squinted your eyes at him deceivingly, trying to get your boyfriend to crack. you asked him once again who took it, not admitting to defeat just yet. "i. didn't. do. anything. now move, the commercials are about to end." toji moved his body to the right, getting a view of the scoreboard. you sighingly dismissed it and moved out of the way. you don't understand why he couldn't have just confessed, it's not like you were going to get mad. actually, now you were a little heated, but surely it will die down once you go to bed.

it didn't die down. you honestly felt a little embarrassed for being angry at him, just for a little lie. actually, no. you had every right to be mad. your relationship should be built around trust and sex. he had no reason to lie anyway. why are men always like this?

you uncomfortably flipped on the mattress, toji on the other hand was sound asleep. your back was facing him, something you always did when you were frustrated. your boyfriend rolled over to you, trying to put his arm around you waist but you nudged him off. "fine, you wanna talk about it?" he sleepily said, rubbing his eyes to get himself awake.

"i just don't understand why you had to lie toji. i know you did it anyway." you sat up on the headboard and crossed your arms. "right, you already know. so why ask?" you went on to explain how it was just the honesty that matters, nothing else. toji just nodded after your rant and said "okay. you're right. i'm sorry baby." toji rested his head on his arm and put the other one on your leg, rubbing it up and down, slowly getting closer to your inner thigh. "whatever you're trying to do, won't work toji. i'm still mad." you rolled your eyes and shooed his hand away. "how about i apologize differently?"

"yeah, take all of me, just like that." toji said as he deeply and slowly thrusted into you. all you could do was drag out your moan when he hit one of your spots, stimulating you even further.

you held onto the headboard as toji slowly started picking up the speed of his thrusts, now just going at it. "toji- s' good! you fill me up s-s' good..!" you stutter out as he keeps on hitting your spot. he caresses your cheek before making you turn to him. your eyes were hooded and you could barely open them, but you still stared up at your muscular boyfriend. his scared lips curved into a grin, seeing how fucked out your face already was, and he just started.

"you want more, doll?" toji asked, squeezing your face. you nodded your head hastily, trying to feel more of his big cock. "mk then, pretty." toji let go of your face, now grabbing your hair, and lodged his dick inside of you even quicker than before. as a result, you let out short moans with every push of his cock, not being able to form words anymore.

toji landed a hard slap on your ass, leaving a red mark with the outline of his large hand. you closed your eyes from the pain, gritting your teeth as he continually smacks the fat of your butt. "you like that, don't you? of course you do." he didn't even give you time to respond, already knowing your response. all you could do was moan into your white pillow, getting saliva all over it.

with every sharp and deep plunge of toji's cock you felt closer to your orgasm as if the string keeping you together would be cut at any moment by his length. "almost-.. there! more please, please, please!" you whine, trying to hold onto toji's hand. but he suddenly stopped. "i.. what?" you turn around to see him smirking above at your helpless and needy self. you asked him why he had stopped and all that bitch could say was "just think it's funny you were just mad and now y'r begging for me." he laughed and suddenly pounded into you once again, making you squeal from the movement.

his cock sunk deep inside of your cunt, forming a visible bulge on your lower stomach. "see how deep i am inside of you? like you could ever stay mad at that dick." now he was just teasing you. "are you gonna fuck me or what?" you groaned, about to lift yourself up. "alright, alright." toji yawned and started thrusting into you with his hand still on your hair. he pulled your head, forcing you to look at him once more while he fucked you into oblivion.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came all over toji's cock. you pushed your ass against his pelvis, making him hit your good spot again. you let out pants as toji continued to shove his length inside of you, shooting his hot semen deep inside your cunt, pleasure overwhelming him also.

he laid down next to you, burned out from your intense sex. "so do you accept my apology, doll?" he asked, turning to face you. all you did was roll your eyes and kiss him in response. "i'll take that as a yes."