#you may well ask '@K how the fuck did you even end up looking at these'

[aeide-thea]

welp, these sure are the worst things i've seen in a hot minute—

for all yr mr tumnus cosplay needs, i guess????

[lair-of-asmodeus]

Imagining...

Imagining how Vil would eat you out...

The tip of his tongue traces over your genitals while you cover your mouth. Shit, this feels so good..! Tears well up in your eyes. You gasp when he inserts two digits inside your hole and move them at a certain pace.

“What is the matter, potato?” He asks you, “You seem so aroused...”

His fingers curl inside you, making a squelching sound. You moan.

“Fuck, Vil... Y-you’re so... sooo...” You pant. You can’t find the right words for it.

“I am so what?” He smirks as he adds another finger in your hole.

This feels too good inside... You think to yourself.

You want him so badly and he is making you feel good. But you do start to feel impatient. You want him inside now.

As if your body is moving on its own, you close your eyes and grind your hips at his hands. He smirks again.

“My my~” He coos at you, “Since when you were this impatient?”

“...I want you... Vil...” You reply. “Want your cock... so badly now..!”

“Patience, it is all I ask.” He says, adding a fourth finger.

You feel a knot tighten around your stomach as your moans slip out of your mouth. You grip his sheets. He rubs the tip of your genitalia and you squirm in response.

“Mm.. Vil..!”

Your head starts pounding as you feel the slick sounds get louder. He thrusts his fingers on a particular spot, making the knot inside you tighten more. He kisses your thighs and gives you a seductive glance, and your breath hitches.

“Vil..! Vil..~!!” You call out his name, “I... I’m gonna... come... so... mmn~!.. S-so badly..!”

“Then do so.” He kisses your stomach, “Go ahead, potato~”

He starts to hit that spot more and more, making you tremble in pleasure. And like a balloon bursting, the knot snaps and you end up cumming on his face, his fingers and his sheets.

...

You pant.

When you open your eyes again, you catch a partly blonde hair. His head rests on your thigh.

“...Mm?”

You look at the blonde.

“Vil... I...”

You notice him staring at you with his makeup a little smudged. You try to sit up to apologize,

“I-I’m sorry--”

But he puts a finger on your mouth.

“Shhh... Do not even try to apologize... I get it, it was your first time.”

Then he sits down beside you, his cock peeking out on his underwear.

“I had tasted you earlier, right? Then it is time you returned the favor to me~”

You move to his cock and kiss the base of it. He looks at you to see what you are doing.

Suddenly, you sink your head to his cock and try to take as much of him as you can. His breath hitches and he puts a hand over your head.

“K-keep going... (Name)...” He mutters, and you do.

You diligently suck him off, taking him all the way to the base and back. You look at him with lust clouded eyes as you continue your work. He closes his eyes, his cheeks bright red, and he covers his mouth with his free hand while panting. You gently massage his balls too, which makes him throw his head back, and he starts to thrust his cock into your mouth. You moan in surprise.

“Mmn! Mm..! Mmmh!♡” His thrust grow harsher and his breath gets faster. Your head starts spinning as you nearly choke on his cock. Your moans don’t help him either with how much they are turning him on. You hollow your cheeks as to suck him off better while touching yourself. Tears well up in your eyes again.

And with one final thrust, he cums in your throat.

His cum tastes nice to you. You try to swallow as much of his cum as you can. When he collects himself, he lets go of your hair and mutters an apology.

“Damn... Did I make you feel that good, Vil?” You smirk.

“...Mhm...” He replies.

You sit up and whisper in his ear,

“I may want to feel you inside too~♡”

And you climb on his lap and line his cock up to your hole.

...

(The rest of this here is left for your imagination. 😉 😉 😉)

[skulla-rxcks]

A wolfs puppies

Paring: werewolf!chan x fem reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: cr3ampie, breedlng

Day 31 of k-tober

Taglist: @f3lix00 @channiesgoodgirl @mal-lunar-28

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

A/n: sorta pt2 of werewolf in heat, it’s not needed to read it but you’ll understand what’s happening better if you do :)

P.s; i’m afraid kinktober has come to an end, thank you for all the new supporters and all of the reads on my stuff throughout this month, as much as it’s been tiring for me, i’m really fucking thankful for all of you <3

It’s been a while since I’ve been in the woods, after what happened last time I mean; a whole fucking werewolf fucked me against a tree, definitely something that wouldn’t happen on a daily day basis, hell. I didn’t even believe in myths like werewolves before then. Maybe I should go back and see how he’s doing, If I remember correctly Chan was his name.

Anyways I should probably head off now, maybe I’ll bring him some food too? Maybe I’ll meet others like him sometime. I sigh going to my fridge and grabbing a chunk of cooked beef, he’d eat that right? Either way, I slip on my boots and exit my house, as I shut the door I think about why the fuck am I going out at like 12AM again, but whatever I guess, it’s a full moon tonight so hopefully that’ll up my chances of him showing up.

I made my way to the path once again and begin to walk down it, a smile forming on my face as I see the familiar trees get closer and closer to me. I continue to walk down the pavement until I reach the lake, taking a seat on the log before frantically looking around if I can find the strange creature from about a week ago.

The stars are brighting so I pay my attention to them as I’m waiting for the man/werewolf thing to come out of the shadows. It doesn’t take long until I hear a rustle in the bushes, followed along with someone tapping my shoulder.

“Oh, you’re back” a voice says to me, I turn around. It’s Chan, it’s really him. “Y-yeah I uhm, wanted to see how you were doing.” I stutter as my cheeks become visibly flustered.

“Ah, I’m not too bad myself, what about you?” He replies. As I’m thinking of an answer I pull the slab of meat out from my bag and hand it to him. “I’m okay, t-this is for you, I sort of have an idea what you’ll eat but I also don’t..” I turn my head embarrassed.

“Oh thank you~ of course I’ll eat anything from you.” The creature smirks. “So why did you come here this late again? It’s pretty dangerous for a girl to be walking alone in the woods, or perhaps.. you wanted something from me” Chan whispers into my ear before pulling away to see my bright red face.

“I.. I told you, I just.. wanted to see how you’ve been and if you want anything else from me..” a splash of fear and lust runs through my veins, also being visible on my face too.

“Hmm? Only that? Fucking boring, well may I at least one thing. Has your body recovered from me breaking your pretty little cunt yet..?” He grins, taking my hands in his.

“C-chan.. why are you asking?” I question, feeling my cunt grow wet as I drip down my thighs.

“Because I want to fuck you again. I want to breed you, fill you with my puppies and claim you as mine.” He responds boldly with no hesitation at all, making me gasp in shock as I feel my body growing weak due to the slutty words he’s saying to me.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking good you felt around me. Please, may I?” Chan asks me, I nod in response letting the strange werewolf begin to strip me of my clothes, he unbuttons my jeans and slides my panties off, taking my shirt and bra off slowly after, he licks his lips at the sight of my tits, wanting to touch me, wanting to fuck me, but most importantly; Wanting to pleasure me until I can’t take it anymore.

“Channie… please.” Whimpers fell out of my mouth as he begins to make circular motions with his fingers around my clit, making me buck my hips for more. “Patience baby doll.” Chan chuckles, moving his head down between my thighs and taking my swollen clit In into his mouth and sucking on it lightly. “Mmgh.. more.. I need you inside of me..” I cry out. He thrusts two fingers into my cunt slowly changing the speed and pressure of the thrusts. “There you go, I’m inside of you now”

“N-no..” I whine. “No?”

“Dick.. I want your dick.. I need your cock in me..” I plead, needing more of him so fucking badly.

“You whine so fucking much..” he growls, positioning his tip at my opening before slowly pushing me open, I let out an airy gasp as he does so. It’s almost like I’ve forgotten how thick his cock is. “B-big” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist as he begins to pound in and out of my tight, wet hole, stretching it really fucking good. Way better than last time we did this. “Yeah fuck.. god you’re such a good girl.” He praises me, this thrusts getting more and more rougher than ever before, making me squeal out in pleasure. “Shh” he chuckles, connecting his lips to mine making our mouths dance together, as well as our tongues.

“Chan..~” I moan into the kiss, feeling myself get tighter as I drive closer towards my orgasm, hoping he also is. “Mm, I wanna fill your pretty hole with my pups..” Chan teases, pulling away from the kiss to watch my face as he’s fucking me good, making my body into his property. “Please.. please” I answer him, wanting him to feel me with his seed until I can’t take anymore. “Yeah? You wanna get filled with my cum until you take all of my puppies?” He teases, a chuckle escaping his mouth as he hears how god damn eager I am for him to thoroughly breed my cunt until his balls are dead empty from spilling all of his semen inside of my hole. “Yes.. yes please, give me your babies.. please Chan..” I beg again, tears beginning to swell up in my eyes from how badly I want this.

“Mm, I’m gonna fill you up. You ready babes?” He smirks, holding my body still holding himself from releasing as he waits for my answer. “M-mhm, do it.. I want to carry your puppies.” I cry out, my pussy tightening around his cock as he finally, fills me up with his seed, not pulling out until he’s certain that all of it’s gone into my womb. I climax not long after, my nails scraping into his back as I cum around him. “Do you wanna come back to mine for a bit? So we’re out of this shitty looking forest?” I ask, blushing. “Of course babes.”

[noroi1000]

F**k your fav 13 - You, and your boyfriend's friend

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Summary: It finally happened.  After watching your boyfriend have sex with his best friend, it was your turn. You started kissing Suguru, then you started undressing. Your boyfriend was watching all this. What was about to happen was obvious... You're going to have sex with Suguru...

A/N: I wrote the last three chapters one after the other, so they may seem short. Just like I ended the previous chapter with the start of sex between Satoru and Suguru, here I went further and ended the smut scene.

Warnings: Geto x reader smut (oral - m!receiving and f!receiving; vaginal sex; cum on body) watching someone having sex; masturbation.

"Suguru, Follow my advice, and she will melt beneath you."

"Same as you?" the dark-haired man laughed, styling his hair. 

"I don't have a pussy!"

"But you were moaning. So..."

"You're asking me to hit you!"

"Fine fine! So what are your tips?"

The white-haired man sighed, sitting up straighter on the couch. They had to hurry. After all, they heard you splashing in the bathtub. You could leave soon. 

"Well, you already have a big cock, so you don't have to worry about most of it." he said, thinking for a moment.  "Eat her pussy and she will be more sensitive. Almost every time after I ate her, she squirted all over my cock. Besides, let her give you a blowjob, and she'll be so wet that even a concrete dam wouldn't keep the river out of her pussy."

"I hate how you talk about the most perverted things calmly, comparing them to things that no one finds arousing..."

"And?"

You were visibly nervous as you sat between his legs on the bed as he lay down, giving you plenty of space between his knees. 

Your fingers finally played with the waistband of his boxers as you very gently kissed his cock through the material. You were shy, that was obvious. You finally have a boyfriend, and now you have to fuck someone else. Plus, your boyfriend is sitting in the corner of the room with his dick out. 

He wanted to somehow encourage you not to be afraid. After all, it won't be as pleasant as it can be when you're so nervous. 

He leaned on his hands to look at you properly. 

Satoru was forbidden to speak. If he said something that would embarrass you, it would be bad.  So all he could do was sit there and jerk off while watching someone else fuck his girlfriend. 

Sure, it turned him on. But he was also a little jealous now that you were lying between another guy's legs, grabbing his cock. All this time, you were only catching his! He wanted you to fuck Suguru. He wanted to see if you felt as comfortable with him as you did with Suguru.  He was a bit selfish, thinking that he should be the one lying there now and not Suguru. But he also wanted you to discover new lands. This will be absolutely new for you. And he wanted you to feel as good as you could. Besides, he found out that if you weren't his girlfriend, you would probably fall in love with Suguru.  That's why there was nothing so bad about it...

"Baby, you don't have to be afraid. There's nothing wrong with that." He said it with a small smile, waving to you. Looking at your small blush. 

That was the only sentence now. And it was very normal. He wanted to convince you to move forward. 

You nodded, looking into Suguru's eyes, before swallowing, and with a little help from him, you pulled his boxers down, removing fabric from him. 

Up close, Suguru was bigger than it seemed before. So what Satoru had inside him was a really good piece of cock... No wonder even your boyfriend, who had so much stamina during sex, trembled under his thrusts. So even he is sensitive when you approach him properly?

Maybe you should use your dildo on him more often?

But when he was with Suguru, he apparently felt different. This shows that they feel good together. So maybe you should let them fuck you more often? After all, what's going on between them goes back even before your relationship with Satoru. 

Maybe when you two are comfortable now, you can give Satoru some more sex with Suguru in the future?

Although you weren't sure if you should consider it normal. 

You wrapped your hand around the thick shaft, massaging the hot skin to tentatively place a chaste kiss on his head, licking up some of the precum. 

You're not sure what exactly Suguru likes. Satoru sure liked watching you choke on his cock.  But from what you could see, Satoru was a little slower when he was in your position. While Satoru received strong, sudden sensations, Suguru received strong but slow sensations.  Maybe it's something of his preference? But you also saw him fucking Satoru hard. And it certainly wasn't calm and gentle. 

It was powerful and intense.

Satoru always fucked you hard. Quick. All at once. He changes styles to annoy you. But you're sure his favorite was strong. Abuse all the sensitive points in you. 

To find out, all you could do was do what you had to do. You lay there and sucked and kissed Suguru's cock, sometimes lowering yourself to lick a stripe from his base to the tip. 

Everything about it was right. Both Satoru and him like it. 

When you lick like a kitten. Those were Satoru's words. 

You wanted to take another hint of what he likes best. But his hand suddenly grabbed your chin, pulling you away from his length. 

He pulled your face away to look at him. And in this position, you really felt how he radiated the energy of dominance over you. 

"Lie on your back, okay?" He said it with a small smile, sitting up straight and pulling your wrists to make you obey him.

Sitting almost breathless on the bed, you watched as the dark-haired man placed himself under your hips, suddenly opening your legs. 

A shiver ran down your spine as he pulled you down slightly, signaling you to go a little lower. You obediently did so, slightly resisting his hands as they spread your thighs open for him. 

Suguru was the type who expected obedience. He tells you to do something, so he expects you to do it. While Satoru doesn't wait for obedience, he just keeps going. With Suguru, you feel more pressure than he causes. It turns you on. He dominates you so much. As soon as he says something, you're ready to do it. This is what sets them apart. Satoru is not patient. He may do something unexpectedly and suddenly. He can come up with something, set you up, and move you himself. And Suguru tells you calmly but firmly what he wants from you. And this is a sign that he dominates you and wants to do it all the time. Suguru told you how to position yourself as an order.

You looked to the side at Satoru, whose hand was slowly sliding down his length as he looked at your friend between your legs. 

A mouth appeared on your clit, giving you a kind of command. You were supposed to focus on him. 

Satoru was right. You were wet as hell. Even though you acted shy, you were so horny for him. 

Every time Satoru eats your pussy, you squirt all over his cock? We'll find out soon.

Two fingers press into your wet heat, finding a spot to massage your g-spot. 

Apparently it's hard to find, and this is the second man who found it in you the first time and will abuse this place!

Soft moans escaped your lips as you tugged on his bangs lightly as he played with your nub with his tongue and rubbed your sensitive spot with his fingers. 

Another difference between Satoru and Suguru. 

Satoru would like to make you orgasm and give you the most intense sensations.  Suguru slowly and carefully pushes on, doing something to make you a little disappointed, but in the end you get the most intense orgasm. 

You feel equally good with both of them. But their technique is different. 

You moaned loudly as his fingers unexpectedly dug into your walls, pressing hard against that spot and sucking harshly. Forcing you to orgasm suddenly.  And your body complied, sending sparks up your spine as you trembled against his lips and fingers. 

By this time, Satoru would probably be smiling and starting to lick up your juices. Suguru didn't pull away from your pussy, lightly flicking his tongue against your clit as he slowly fingered you, letting you come down from your high faster. 

The sooner you come to your senses after your orgasm, the sooner he will be able to load you up with his cock. 

Only when you stopped shaking did he pull his fingers out of you, letting you rest for less than a minute before he knelt between your thighs, stroking your swollen cock with his hand. 

You saw out of the corner of your eye as Satoru moved his chair to get a better view of your pussy, which was about to be loaded with cock. But he didn't speak.

"Are you ready?" Geto asked, lightly rubbing your entrance with his tip. 

"... Mhm..." you muttered, looking a little horrified at its width. It was the same when you were to take Satoru inside for the first time. 

But since you can do everything with Satoru, there won't be any problems with a dick like that, right? 

"Without a condom? So brave." Satoru laughed. "Cum on her, okay? I want to see it."

Satoru's words, although perverted, were fine. You could bear it. 

But it was different when you felt the wide tip pressing against the ring of muscle, stretching you to fit inside you.

You're really doing it...

You can take it. It will fit inside. You can take Satoru, so Suguru won't be a problem either.  It just seems that they are so big! They are just very tall! And you seem smaller next to them! But it doesn't change the fact that their dicks are also big!!!

You moaned loudly into your hand as he reached the end. You placed your hand on your stomach. You knew he was there. You didn't feel him as deeply as Satoru did. But he stretched you more. And it was as overwhelming as with Satoru...

You lose track of time lying there with your legs on either side of his hips.  That's why you didn't know how long it had been since you were lying there and getting used to him. 

"Can I move?" he asked you, holding your knee.

You nodded, giving permission.

And he didn't regret it. His hand pushed your knee closer to your chest, giving him better access and also giving Satoru a better view. 

You were so tight and hot. No matter how he moved, you still pulled him in. 

And slamming his hips against yours, he growled softly, enjoying your moans. You held his shoulders, trembling.  He now knew how Satoru felt inside you. It's a divine feeling... You're so damn tight... 

Even though Satoru was doing a lot to your pussy, you would still remain just as tight. 

Satoru laughed and said that your pussy was the same as at the beginning. And after he had fucked you a few times, he thought you were still a virgin because you were still just as tight.  But you take big cocks like his so well. 

His plan was to stuff your pussy into his shape. So that he will feel crazy about you. But he didn't know if it would be better to have you this tight. It's the perfect feeling when you squeeze him and suck him inside.

Suguru also felt so good.

It wasn't long before you came underneath him, murmuring his name as you tightened around him. 

And your grunts caused Satoru to stand up, struggling quickly. And he moved towards your body as Suguru continued to thrust into your heat to spill his load onto your chest and watch how it all flowed over you.  That was right.

The sight of you covered in cum was fucking beautiful. 

So Geto added more to your stomach so they could watch, stewing over your sweaty, wet body. 

Next time, you'll be dealing with two cocks at once...

The last chapter is coming soon. Something I'm excited about but terrified of.  Because the first and last chapters are the hardest to write. I don't want to disappoint anyone with a poorly written last chapter.

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

what would the mercs' favourite shows/anime be? You might have done the 'shows' part before so im giving you the 'anime' option as a fresh twist ^w^ (No im not battling a double-hyperfixation of tf2 and jjba and seeking validation through mutuals why would you even think that-)

What Are The TF2 Mercs Favortie Animes?

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Oh boy it's been a hot minute since I've watched an Anime, I used to be so feral for any anime 😭

Mutual appreciation comment!!! Thank you for your asks! I love seeing them pop up, you always have really good prompts 🫶🏻

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POSSIBLE SPOILER FOR DEATH NOTE?

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Demo- Kakegurui

Did I ever mention that this man loves to gamble? Also, you cannot convince me that this man isn't super expressive when he does so. Literally is the anime. Loves how batshit insane it is. Loves getting whiplash from one episode to the next. Wasn't a fan of season two, but adores season one. Bindges, and re-bindges the show at least once a month. Just loves feeling insane when he watches an anime.

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Engie- One Punch Man.

Saw Genos and immediately went "I could build that." And doesn't elaborate. He's not gonna lie, he may or may not have tried to follow Saitama's training routine once, but threw up when he got to the running part. Don't get me wrong this man isn't weak or anything but I genuinely don't think anyone on this team can run besides Scout. Loves watching OPM because he loves how unbothered Saitama is and wishes he could be like that, and also wishes he could be as strong.

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Heavy- Your Lie In April

Loves the mix of a slice of life and melodrama. Doesn't care too much about how slow the show is. Just enjoys watching everything play out and being along for the ride. This man sobbed at the end. Couldn't believe it, well he could but he also couldn't? Even though it breaks him everytime he sees the ending, he still loves rewatching it.

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Medic- Japanese Tales of The Macabre/Parasyte

HE. LOVES. JUNJI. ITO. It'd be so wrong not to think so. He has genuinely wondered about the logistics of Layers Of Terror... be afraid of this man if he gets a curious look in his eye over any episode of this anime. He likes the books more but also loves the anime. I added Parasyte too because this man is a sucker for all types of body horror and I think Parasyte should always be mentioned. Just lord help us after this man's mind starts working when watching his favorite body horror animes. You'll here a mix of screams from the poor characters and Yippees! From Medic as he watches the horror.

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Scout- Death Note

I think this is everyone's starter anime, but it just happens to also be Scout's favorite. I can't tell if he'd think Light is a genius or insanely stupid. But that's not super important. Loves Ryuk! He'd want a death note just to have Ryuk hanging around the base. This man would be a menace if he had the death note honestly. He'd probably write his name down first just to label it, forgetting he'd die.

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Sniper- The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Man has never related to a fictional character so hard until now. Also wishes he could be perfectly average in the public eye and also has inhuman natural talents. It's not even funny how much I can imagine Sniper in this anime. He watched every season and loved them all (likes season one best though) and regularly rewatches the show when things get to stressful around him. It's his comfort show.

(Not that anyone asked but, I fucking love this anime, it's not even funny how much I love this anime I'm going feral.)

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Spy- Black Butler

Can a fictional character have a kin? Well in my mind yes. Spy kins Sebastian so fucking hard. Picked up the trait of taking his gloves off like that. Definitely share the same annoyances, living with incompetent coworkers, an annoying child, a criminally insane friend or two, you know the normal stuff! Was severely disappointed by season two. Loved everything else though.

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Soldier- Attack On Titan

I think he likes AOT because of all the Gore, blood, and fighting. I can imagine him kicking his legs and smiling all goofy while watching this. This man bindged the entire show, no doubt. Like the other mercs were genuinely worried about him. He's a mix of devastated and happy that the show hasn't ended permanently.

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Pyro- JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

The insane person loves insane anime, who would have guessed? No, but genuinely, you'd think they'd have a short attention span, wouldn't be able to understand what's going on, and lose interest. Nope! Absolutely love this anime. Has probably rewatched it a million times already. Has made Engie watch this with him and utterly confused the poor Texan. Feverishly waiting for part nine.

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I hope you like this! I had to pull out my list of animes I've watched, and oh boy it made me realize how weird. Maybe? That my taste in anime is.

Also sorry its not super long or super indepth I was going off some very vague memories for a few of these!

I love you guys!

[chicgeekgirl89]

I Get it From You

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand, Andrea Reyes, Gabriel Reyes, Lexi Mitchell, OC Cousin Adriana

Rating: K

For @tarlosweeklyprompts Prompt #2: 5+1 of habits that Carlos picked up from TK and 1 that TK got from Carlos. 

A/N: I may have played a little fast and loose with it, but 🤷‍♀️.

Read on AO3

Charm

“I noticed you started wearing this recently,” Andrea says, reaching out to finger the tiny cross hanging around his neck. “It’s pretty.”

“Thanks,” Carlos says a little numbly, eyes trained on T.K.’s nearly frozen, lifeless form. 

“You’ve never been much of a jewelry person,” Andrea says, her unasked question hanging in the air between them. 

“T.K. wears a medallion around his neck,” he tells her.

“I’ve seen it,” Andrea says. “With his number from New York on it.”

Carlos nods. “He says it reminds him that he’s part of something bigger. That he’s got people to watch his back. That being on that crew probably saved his life, because even when he was…” Carlos hesitates, remembering that his mom doesn’t fully know how deep T.K.’s struggles with addiction have gone. “Even when he was struggling, he knew he had a responsibility to be there and help people. He never takes it off.”

“A good reminder of the support he has, then and now,” she says softly.

Carlos reaches up and brushes his fingers over the cross. “After the fire…everything was just so hard. I felt lost, I was kind of spiraling and one day we were out trying to replace stuff and I saw this and I felt like it kind of called to me. It reminds me where I come from. That I have roots, and a purpose.” He looks up and gives her a wan smile. “That’s probably a less religious answer than you were hoping for.”

She shakes her head, leaning forward to cup his cheek. “It’s a perfect answer.”

Pizza

“Oh my god. What the actual fuck are you doing to that pizza?”

Carlos freezes, pizza halfway to his mouth. “Eating it?” he says in confusion.

Adriana looks at him like he’s crazy. “Eating it? You’re murdering it!”

He looks down to see that he’s mindlessly folded the slice in half. “Mind your own business.”

“Um, you turning a delicious slice of Texas’ finest into that hot mess is my business.”

“How about I eat the pizza I bought and paid for and planned to eat by myself tonight however I want and you shut up?”

“Where did you even learn to do that?” she persists. “I’ve never seen you do that before.”

“It’s how T.K. eats his. It’s a New York thing. I must have picked it up from him.”

“Well can you send it back where it belongs? You look ridiculous.”

He starts to pull the pizza box away from her but she grabs on. “No! Okay! I’m sorry! You can commit pizza homicide all you want!”

He rolls his eyes and lets the box go. “It was so nice and quiet before you showed up here unannounced.”

“You’re welcome, by the way, for saving you from that sad loneliness. Where’s T.K.?”” Adriana asks around a mouthful of cheese and peppers. 

“He has a shift.”

She nods in understanding. “Down at Hunk-O-Mania. Gotta get his last dances in before you two get hitched. Nobody wants a lap dance from a guy with a ring on his finger.”

“It is unbelievable that you think that joke is still funny after like three years,” Carlos tells her with a glare.

“God he and Magic Mike both hanging up their tear away pants in the same year,” she says with fake wistfulness. “The stripping world is losing two of its greats.”

“Don’t ever show up here uninvited again.”

Schmutz

“God I love this place,” Lexi says as she bites into a donut. “I will admit I thought gourmet donuts were a stupid idea, but I have seen the light.”

Carlos breaks off a piece of his matcha donut and nods in agreement. “Have you had their mocha one? That’s T.K.’s favorite. They had that lavender one too, a couple weeks ago and it blew my mind.”

“I would usually say flowers and donuts do not go together, but after this?” she holds up the orange cream donut that’s half gone already. “I’m willing to try it.”

They end up cramming their remaining donuts down as fast as they can when a call comes in and they have to go break up some fighting parents at a high school basketball game. It’s nasty and several people have to get seen by EMT’s for bloody noses and black eyes, but no one ends up pressing charges, so they head back to the station to do paperwork before their shift ends.

“You’ve got some donut schmutz on your collar,” Carlos tells her when they get inside and the harsh florescent lighting of the station illuminates them both.

She raises an eyebrow. “Some what?”

“Schmutz,” Carlos says. “It’s like…dirt. Mess.” 

“Somebody’s been hanging out with their fiancé too much,” she tells him with a laugh as she reaches for a tissue to wipe off her uniform. “Are you headed home to cook up a brisket tonight too? Going to hail a cab to get you there?”

“Shut up,” Carlos says, feeling his face redden. 

“Are you going to stop smiling at people in the store too? And start cutting people off in traffic?”

“Oh my god stop.”

“T.K.’s east coast ways have rubbed right off on you. I would have thought the Texas blood ran deeper than that. Oh god,” she puts on a fake horrified look, “do you think Chipotle is real Tex-Mex now?”

He shoots her a glare. “Don’t you have paperwork to do?”

“I’m teasing Reyes,” she tells him. “I think it’s nice actually. Being with the right person should change you a little. And you and T.K. have changed each other in all the right ways.”

She sends him a smile and starts on the pile on her desk, leaving Carlos to contemplate the warm glow her words have put into his chest.

Team

“Carlitos, thank you for coming on such short notice,” Andrea says when Carlos steps through the front door of his parents’ house.

“No problem,” Carlos says. “Sorry to hear Frankie is sick.”

One of their ranch hands had called out unexpectedly and Carlos was a quick and easy replacement. It wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind for his day off, but family duty wasn’t something he ignored if he could help it. “Where’s Dad?”

“He’s out back,” Andrea tells him. “I texted him and told him to come up to the house. He’ll be here any minute.”

Carlos shrugs out of his jacket and hangs it on a peg by the door before turning around to give his mom a hug. Andrea’s face immediately drops and she sighs. “Oh Carlitos.”

“What?” he asks, confused by her bizarre response.

She shakes her head. “You’re wearing a Mets shirt.”

“Yeah, I think T.K. brought it back from New York the last time he went out to see Jonah,” Carlos says, glancing down at the offending blue t-shirt.

“Carlos, you know how your father feels.”

“It’s a shirt Mom. It’s what I had on when you called.”

“You couldn’t have taken a few minutes to change?”

“You made it sound kind of urgent,” Carlos says in annoyance.

The back door opens and Gabriel walks in, a smile on his face. As soon as he catches sight of Carlos he sours immediately. “What are you wearing?”

“A t-shirt that my fiancé gave me,” Carlos says.

Gabriel’s voice goes low, dark like thunder. “In this house we root for the Astros. And only the Astros.”

“It’s a shirt dad. It’s not a big deal,” Carlos says. “T.K. likes when I rep his team.”

“Don’t tell me he’s got you cheering for them too?” Gabriel says, looking outraged. “Oh my god, where did we go wrong?”

“They have some really good pitchers dad. You respect a good team, they’re a good team.”

Gabriel scoffs. “I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation.”

“I can’t either,” Carlos tells him.

“Enough Gabriel,” Andrea calls from where she’s returned to the kitchen. “He came to help. Leave him alone.”

“What you do in your own home is your business,” Gabriel says tightly, ignoring her. “But I will not allow those colors to be worn in my house.”

Carlos claps him on the shoulder. “Good thing we’re going to be outside then.”

Friends

“Hey babe!” T.K. calls as he walks through their door.

The TV immediately turns off and Carlos whirls around to look at him over the back of the couch, eyes wide and innocent. “Hey,” he says back.

T.K. pauses, eying him closely. Carlos is trying for nonchalant, but T.K. can smell guilt in the air. He sets down his bag and puts his hands on his hips. “What were you just watching Carlos?”

“A documentary,” Carlos says quickly.

“A documentary.”

“Yep.” Carlos pops the “p” in an effort to seem casual.

T.K. dives over the back of the couch and snatches the remote out of his fiancé’s hand, flicking the TV back on. “A documentary about six friends living in New York in the mid-nineties?!” he yells.

“Okay, hear me out,” Carlos says, holding up his hands placatingly.

“You watched without me!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Carlos cries. “I was watching a documentary and then it rolled into the episode when it ended and—“

“You could have turned it off!” T.K. tells him sternly.

“I was going to!” Carlos says. “But T.K., Chandler and Monica?! What the hell?!”

“You said you didn’t even like it,” T.K. points the remote at his chest. “You said it was ‘fine.’ And then you went and betrayed my trust.”

“Well…I got a little invested,” Carlos says sheepishly.

“I’m glad my good taste in television is finally rubbing off on you,” T.K. grumbles. “But next time you decide to watch a pivotal episode of one of America’s greatest sit-coms, you’d better wait for me.”

Dinner

Carlos is so tired he’s not sure he’s going to make it down the hallway. Every part of his body aches to be in bed though, so he trudges onward, one foot in front of the other until he finally fumbles his way through the door. 

He can’t remember the last time a shift was this bad. They hadn’t had a single second to slow down, one call after another, nearly all of them resulting in a physical altercation or take down, and the final call of the day had been a shootout at a bank with multiple casualties. He’s bruised and sore and completely wiped out.

His bag hits the floor and he’s tempted to drop down next to it, but the next thing he knows arms are wrapping around him and T.K. is pulling him tightly into his chest. “Hey,” he breathes into Carlos’ hair. “I was so worried.”

The 126 hadn’t been called into the bank situation, but T.K. must have found out about it from someone because he’d sent multiple concerned texts. Carlos had answered as soon as he could, but there was a big difference between being reassured in a text and being reassured in person.

“I’m okay,” Carlos mumbles into T.K.’s shoulder.

T.K. pulls back and gives him a critical look, fingers brushing over a bruise on Carlos’ forehead and then a minor gash on his arm. “I’m glad you’re home,” he says, a silent acknowledgement that Carlos isn’t actually okay, but he will be now that he’s here.

“Me too,” Carlos sighs. His eyes feel like sandpaper and he desperately wants a shower, but he’s not sure he’ll stay awake long enough.

“Are you hungry?” T.K. asks. “I made dinner.”

“I think I’ll just—“ Carlos stops his response abruptly as he looks at the kitchen. “T.K. what—?”

Every flat surface is covered in pots and pans, cooking utensils, or food. The sink is piled high with dirty dishes and something is still bubbling on the stove.

“I um, I might have been a little anxious waiting for you to get home,” T.K. says sheepishly.

“So you cooked enough for an army?” Carlos asks.

“I’m going to clean it up,” T.K. says quickly. “I know the dirty dishes stress you out, and I planned to have it all done but then the fish took longer than I thought it would and the sauce wouldn’t thicken so…”

Carlos’ brain is still trying to catch up with what he’s seeing. “You don’t usually cook when you’re stressed.”

T.K. shrugs. “I couldn’t sit still so I asked myself, ‘what would Carlos do’? And then I did it. It’s surprisingly effective.” His face softens and he runs a gentle hand over Carlos’ curls. “I can’t fix your day, but I can at least make sure you’re fed. That’s the Reyes Family Motto, right?”

Carlos’ face relaxes into tender smile. “Yeah. Something like that.”

[cathedral-of-sinners]

yo!!can i ask B, D, F, T for kaeya🥺🥺

love, trukaeyasimp2022😇 (i love u too)

Hi anon, yes you may 🥺

I actually got a request to do all the letters for Mr. Cavalry Captain so you're about to get more than what you bargained for! (He’s a fave of mine so it’s not like I’m complaining)

CW: Bondage (K), Masturbation (K), Blowjob (C), Degradation (N), Riding (I), no gendered terms/genitalia for reader, reader can be seen as either sub, dom or both depending on the letter, might be a little all over the place since Kaeya is a really complicated man (I love him sm but god do I think one or two or seven of these are OOC 😭😭) 

— Kaeya: Full Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Softer and cuddly! Like, he needs to have one of you tucking your nose into the crook of the other’s neck while being held close (chest-to-chest or with one of you on your back and the other cuddled into the others side doesn't matter to him). Absolutely has to be touching/caressing you in someway too. Usually it’s Kaeya simply having a hand against your back/shoulders, lovingly tracing your bare skin, his touch feather light as his nails barely make contact. Anything to ground him and make sure this wasn't just some dream. (Sort of unrelated but please pet his hair he’ll melt so fast it’s adorable)

If it was one of your rougher/meaner sessions you can be sure he’s whispering praises right up until you fall asleep. He wants to make sure you know how well you did and that he loves you very much. Def presses kisses to your forehead/temple/cheek as well!

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

The hip/ass/thigh area. Kaeya could stare for hours, no joke. You could be walking away from him and out his office and he'd be daydreaming about gripping your skin while fucking you, the squish of your flesh perfect in his large palms. Or you're honestly just sitting across the room from him doing your own thing and his gaze wanders to where your ass meets the sit. Yeah, he wants to touch. Maybe a little nibble too <3

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Kaeya's mesmerized at how his cum decorates your face! The way drops of his seed look on you after you finish blowing him has the captain's heart racing and the widest smirk on his face.

D = Dirty Secret

Answered here!

E = Experience (How experienced are they?) 

A wise fanfic once wrote how Kaeya wouldn't even show his eye so there's no way rumors about him sleeping around would be true and it's changed me and my views greatly. So, I believe Kaeya is a virgin HOWEVER! I think, in order to get information, he's done some subtle touching (a hand on the waist, running his fingers up and down their back, leaning in close, the like) but never has he penetrated or been penetrated by another.

F = Favourite Position

Either with you bent over something, doggy or you on your back with Kaeya standing/kneeling between your legs (depends on where you’re doing the do and how needy he is). All three have it where he can easily latch onto your hips!

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Leans more on the humorous side in the beginning but in the middle and towards the end just before you’re both about to cum he grows serious. It’s the same if he were subbing too, though he’d be just a little less quick witted while being at your mercy.

Like, I can definitely see you on your back and Kaeya trying/outright tickling you??? Just for the fuck of it too??? Maybe to lighten the mood before getting down n' dirty idk????

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 

Groomed well, if not just a little bushy/overgrown! Kaeya takes it upon himself to stay well presented, regardless if anyone was to see those parts of him or not.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Kaeya can be romantic if the mood calls for it. He has no problem in showing this side either, both in actions and words.

“You’re stunning, you know that?” He’ll whisper, the faintest of his usually light hearted tone in his voice. You're sat facing him as he makes the effort so slow his thrusts, focusing on reaching deeper rather than anything else. Hands that are more often than not hidden behind gloves will come up to cup your face, his skin warm and uncovered as he pulls you into tender kiss after tender kiss.

Oh, and he isn’t above doing cheesy/cliché displays either - rose petals, candles, some wine and music, he’ll do it all.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off almost anywhere?? But it’s like he wants to get caught too?? What a menace (affectionate).

At home he’ll leave the door just slightly ajar. Goes at it in plain view within his office knowing that you’ll be paying him a visit soon. Either behind the tavern or in the bathroom because Kaeya knows sooner or later you’ll come looking for him. Even if you don’t it’s fine, he’s good at hiding after all. He’ll just finish up where he is and return back to you :)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Temperature play. A common one I know but honestly? The cute little gasps of pleasure you make at the unexpected touch of cyro makes his stomach do flips <33 He loves it so much I swear. He does it at random too so you never expect it!

Mutual masturbation/JOI. This one I can't describe why exactly Kaeya would like it but I know for a fact he'd fucking love it. Maybe it has to do with the intimacy, of doing something 'private' only a little ways away from one another. Or how he can now see every expression you make while also witnessing your body's reactions. Regardless, Kaeya loves to see you work yourself to your high, it's just an added bonus that he was able to guide you to it, the addition of velvety smooth words ("that's it, just like that") a special treat <3

Bondage. The idea of being laid out before you, no barrier between his figure and your roaming eyes is exciting to Kaeya. The way you drink him in has his heart rate accelerating and his cock twitching. Similarly, if you're the one tied, he loves how easy he can access all of you and, again, how exposed you are for him. He loves you so much and you're a literal work of art, how could he not want to see every bit of you?

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere in your home will suffice - living room, kitchen, in the hall, the bedroom, it’s all good in Kaeya’s book since he gets to ravage you (or be ravaged) to the fullest.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Praise and alluding to the dirty in public!! Praise (expanded on a little more in N) since it not only stokes his ego but just genuinely makes him feel good. Then for public happenings it’s cause I like the idea of shy Kaeya who, after seeing you - lets say - push your tongue against the inside of your cheek from across Angels Share, can’t get the image of you out of his head and- oh would you look at that he’s hard now. Guess you two gotta go somewhere and fix that ;)

Ok so actually that can be chalked up to you initiating gets him going. The tongue and cheek trick, palming his already growing erection through his tight pants, things like this get him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Heavy, heavy degradation - both to himself and you. There is a line he refuses to cross with you even if you say you like it. He’d find his movements stuttering, face scrunching and maybe even his stomach a little ill should he step - to what he believes- is too far. As for himself, Kaeya partially feeds off of what people say to and about him, no matter how much he acts otherwise, and you’re at the top of the list on who he listens to most. Your genuine compliments and praises outside the moment mean everything to him, your supposed pleasuring insults are no different.

Some degrading is okay, but do be mindful of how much and what you say. You know you've gone too far (or are very close to doing so) when he says something along the lines of, "hey now, that wasn't very nice," or "that was kinda mean, don't you think?" He'll say it in that indifferent, sort of joking tone too to try and cover it and play it off as a humorous moment.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

A natural born with his tongue, Kaeya prefers giving just because he gets to see how you writhe in pleasure, hips bucking up with a symphony of pants and moans slowly becoming louder as he goes on. Maintains eye contact if he can because he knows it gets your insides doing flips.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually starts out at a pretty steady pace before leading into something faster. He always makes sure to hit every spot he knows that has you moaning his name.

Even if he's had a tiring day he still somehow manages the energy to pound into you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Answered here!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Further in your relationship, experimental and riskier endeavors are an absolute. There were just some things you both had been unable to bring up before while things were still fresh between you two.

His personal favourite is to get risky n' frisky in his office (with in/behind the tavern a close second).

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Answered here!

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Before meeting you Kaeya only had a select few, the 'basics' to get him through to climax.

His favourite toy - although simple - is a vibrator. "Small but mighty," he'd tell you. The possibilities are endless and oh how he can't wait to try them all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be such a tease >:( He teases you with both words and actions about 8 out of 10 times. You want him to touch you? How about he blows some cool air instead? A kiss? Ya gotta earn it. Your own orgasm? He’s suddenly tired and now you have to do it yourself. Go on, he knows you can do it <3

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Somewhat loud - you just make him feel so good, he can't help it and it's only fair you get to know - but does have the ability to stay quiet. He makes sure he's right up against your ear too so you can catch every groan and pant of his (maybe that's why he seems so loud?). Don't worry thought, it wouldn't catch the attention of passersby. They'd have to be stopped and actively listening to hear Kaeya.

Tease him just right though and he'll let out the loudest but most gorgeous moan that you'd be afraid it alerted the neighbors if you were in a clearer state of mind.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The first time you had sex with Kaeya was probably the most vanilla but gentle, heart barring session of your lives. It was his first time in general but it was also his first with someone he truly loves. He wanted to show you that he trusts and cherishes you - that you’re 'the one'.

With how flirty he can be, it took a surprising amount of time before Kaeya started teasing you in bed, being a little more playful, kinky. Above all else though, he became tremendously confident in what he was doing, hesitating much less than he did previously when it came to touching you or initiating/provoking you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Kaeya's been blessed with length more than girth and he knows how to use this to his advantage. A prominent vein dances along the side of his cock.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Honestly not as high as you may think! Kaeya's swamped with work 85% of the time: paperwork, patrols, investigations, training new recruits and so on. By time he has any down time or gets home all that's on his mind is to kick his boots off and have a drink before laying down.

However, when his desires are fed any sort of spark they have the potential to burn for hours after. Clear your schedule cause you're not going anyway until he's satisfied.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It takes a little for the hammering of his heart to die down but within half an hour he’s out. Tries to make sure you’re comfy, cleaned up and at least close to falling asleep before he begins drifting off (unless you were the one in control that night. Then he’s actually tucked safely in your arms after having been cleaned up and is out faster than usual).

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Wooseok “A-Z nsfw headcanons”

Group Masterlist                                          Pentagon Masterlist

Ask:  heyy, may i request a nsfw alphabet with pentagon wooseok? letters K, P and U if it's not too much to ask. thank you for your time🌼✨ 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Wooseok truly is just a giant baby, after sex he gets clingy and maybe even a little whiny. He doesn’t want your body to leave his for even a moment. Will trap you with his long limbs to keep you with him. His aftercare is cuddling. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, he likes his eyes. He likes how big they are and how they affect you when he’s looking at you. Wooseok likes the way he can make you crumble with his sweet, sweet puppy dog eyes. 

On you, he likes your hands. This boy actually does not have a size kink but when it comes to you hands he just thinks it’s cute how tiny they are in comparison to his. It turns him on even more that you can take control of him with your small hands, it’s cute and attractive to him. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

His favorite spot? Deep inside of you, the thought alone gets him entirely worked up and turned on. He just gets excited at the thought, you telling him he can is already enough to make him cum. 

For those with them, he also likes to cum on your tits. It’s like a total fantasy to him, being allowed to paint your chest in his cum... even better after a titty fuck. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Legendary panty stealer. It’s hardly a secret anymore but in the beginning it was. He totally got off on stealing your panties and jerking off with them. He was embarrassed about it at first, so he did everything not to get caught. Now he wants to get caught. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he’s not too experienced because I just feel like he’s not looking for a relationship or sex that much lately? It’s just a feeling I get. I think he’s had 1-2 partners. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Anything with you on top. The man loves your chest with a passion and he also loves using his ridiculously large hands to grope at you. Be it your chest, thighs or ass, he’ gripping it with all his might. Cowgirl is most definitely his favorite. He also likes it because he can look you deep into your eyes and feel your fingers digging into his shoulders.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He has his moments where he acts like an oversized puppy, his enthousiasm calling for some funny moments. You both also just need some softer sex you guys tend to be more giggly and talkative. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I feel like we’ve never really seen it so I’m not sure. Part of me thinks he can go either way. I don’t think he’s particularly hairy in general, so he tends to leave it as is. But if he choses to get rid of it, it would be easy for him. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I don’t think he’s too romantic, at least not often. It’s rare but sweet when he acts romantic and you make sure not to comment on it too much because it makes him shy. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Frequently, maybe even once a day. But he just like I mentioned before loves jerking off into your underwear and he can’t explain why. If that’s not an option he’s very simple, laying on his bed and using his hand. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Getting caught: The thought terrifies him and turns him on all at the same time. Whether it’s getting caught alone or getting caught with you on top of him, he doesn’t care, he loves the thrill. 

Pet names: He wants to be on the receiving end of the pet names, call him puppy, baby boy, angel, good boy. He’s a little bit of a sub and these words make him whimper like crazy.

Hair pulling: Again on the receiving end, he wants you to pull his hair, make him look at you or make him look at what you’re doing to him. 

A fourth optional one because it’s not that inclusive

Titty fuck: Nothing gets him going more than seeing his cock between your tits. It gets him off so much. It turns him into a moaning mess and the visual is just so fucking hot to him. Not to mention if you suck his dick in the process. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His bedroom and his desk chair. Bedroom simply because it’s comfortable and just provides all the space you need. The desk chair is more because he thinks it’s hot. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Like I mentioned in his kinks, pet names really get him going. You could call him sweetheart and then baby and he’ll want to pull you to the nearest room. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like it when things get mean. He despises degradation, he likes petnames and sweet things and saying them to you and you saying them to him. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both he loves both so much. 

Giving: He loves it when you sit on his face, when you absolutely smother him and tell him what to do. He loves it when you pull his hair, pulling him closer to you. He likes it when you use him to feel good. 

Receiving: He’s so loud and needy but tries to keep himself under control. Doesn’t want to go to fast/harsh and get in trouble unless you give him permission. Then he absolutely loses it. It’s all about the imagery for him and the image of your lips around his cock is almost enough. 

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

A happy medium he bounces around between the two. You control the pace more than he does. His personal favorite is faster paced, not necessarily rough but simply quicker. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind them, especially because he likes the thought of getting caught. He doesn’t however like being rushed but knows there’s no other way too it. You’ll catch him pouting a lot when you tell him to hurry and it’s cute. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

I think he’s game to take risks and experiment, it just depends on what you want to do. I do think he has some hard no’s like hitting or degradation.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

One, big baby is done after one round. Maybe 2 if you give him enough time inbetween. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

God the way he’d get off to watching you use toys on yourself.  Eyes all big, I can just see it. So no I don’t think he’d mind at all. He wouldn’t mind you using toys on him either, within reason. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t like to tease much because he knows you’ll do it right back. He might even be a little impatient, so he keeps his teasing to a minimum. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s quite loud and not even just with groans, he talks, babbles, moans, groans and whimpers. Wooseok is very loud. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

”Don’t you think you’ve worked long enough?” You asked, standing behind him with your arms around his neck. Wooseok shrugged in your touch, not fully hearing your tone of voice. Letting out a very audible sigh, your hands moved down his chest and your lips moved right by his ear. He could feel the goosebumps over his skin simply feeling your breath on his neck. “Baby, I really think you should stop for today.” You said again, noticing his change in stature. 

He allowed you to move in front of him and straddle his waist, instantly burrying his face in your neck to kiss your skin. “You work so hard baby boy, I just want to reward you.” You said softly, humming at the feeling of his lips on your neck. Your hands tugged at his hair gently, to keep him in that spot a little longer as you wanted him to mark you. He whimpered against your skin, wanting you to pull his hair again so he leaned away from your neck. 

“Please pull my hair again.” 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Okay, Wooseok is a big boy I don’t think his dick would be any different. I just don’t think he’d be the thickest out there. 8-8.5 inches

  Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, like I said I think he masturbates everyday so I feel like he would like to have sex often. If you aren’t down though, he knows how to take care of himself. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty quick. Like I mentioned before, he gets all clingy to you, wanting to feel you against him for a long time after sex and it helps him fall asleep. 

[till-you-scream-and-cry]

Blood Rush

summary: after Sanremo comes Eurovision, but Italian victory  isn’t the main thing you’ll focus of that night

word count: 3 k

contents: smut, angst, mentions of blood and violence, mentions of murder, the usual

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Part of you knew what might possibly happen once they win Sanremo. But nothing prepared you for the amount of work, chaos and attention you had to face. A new wave of fans, tons of interviews, countless people wanting to talk to them, all trying to reach you. And as if this wasn’t enough, an even bigger challenge was on its way: Eurovision. 

You had only a little over two months to make sure everything is in order. They had a song and a rough idea of what they wanted to do and how they want to look. But all the details, papers, press, rehearsals, travelling - this was on you. You spent most of those two months fulfilling your responsibilities. 

Damiano finally gave up on the task he planned for you, you kept telling yourself that maybe that last night during Sanremo, how you have shown your loyalty and kindness, changed his approach. Without a constant fear of his revenge and a much calmer atmosphere at home, you could focus better on what was actually important. Your relations with Ethan got sort of stuck in a grey area. He remained tender and soft towards you, yet the constant stress and lack of time made you two a bit more distant. You knew that it was just a rough patch and that soon it will be over. And that hopefully you’ll be able to indulge your inappropriate feelings for him a little more.

Finally, the day has come. A big finale. The tension, stress and anticipation were difficult to bear. Despite it all, and the pressure you felt as a beginner, you were proud and satisfied with how you handled things. Now it was all in the hands of the jury and the public. You sat with the rest of the team, waiting impatiently for the announcement. Shock. Disbelief. Screams. Adrenaline rush. Tears. Clumsy hugs and kisses. The warmth spreading all over your body, filling your every cell with happiness. They made it. They fucking made it. 

Once the official part was over, and the long press conference finally came to an end, the whole Italian team, with the band leading the way, was strolling through the hotel lobby, too drunk on joy to care. Vic grabbed your hand and pulled you into her room where Thomas, Ethan and Damiano were already in, half naked, with smudged makeup and bottles of champagne. 

“You can’t sit alone in your room, not tonight. We wouldn't be here without you.” She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. She smelled like champagne and leather, her eyes were wild and her cheeks pink. 

“Well, maybe I did help you a little.” You chuckled and sat on the sofa next to Thomas. He handed you his bottle.

“Don’t be so modest, We owe you.” Damiano winked at you and raised his bottle. “For our amazing assistant!”

The rest raised their bottles and took big sips. You felt how red your cheeks were getting. Thomas rested against the pillows, and slowly leaned on your shoulder.

“Well, we can continue celebrating tomorrow, you guys must be exhausted.” You said, gently stroking Thomas’ damp hair, pushing his off his forehead. 

“Yeah, maybe a little.” Ethan stretched and smiled at you with softness in his eyes. “Come on, cucciolo, time for bed.” He draped his arm around already half-asleep Thomas, walking him towards the door. 

“See you at the breakfast.” Vic kissed your cheek.

“I’ll walk you to your room if you don’t mind,” Damiano said while looking at you with surprising kindness. You nodded. 

As soon as you reached your room, the atmosphere got heavy. Something was coming, your senses heightened, expecting the worst. 

“May I come in?” Damiano asked, pushing his hair back. A loose curl fell back on his forehead. 

“Sure.” You said, trying to hide hesitance in your voice. He walked in and closed the door. “You want anything to drink? And don’t look at my neck.” You added with a smile.

“Well if your blood isn’t an option…maybe some whisky? I hate champagne, I need to wash it down with something…” 

You poured two glasses and handed him one of them, gently brushing against his skin. You sat on the edge of your bed, watching him carefully as he took his place on the sofa in front of you. 

“Well, my dear…I think that you realize that the situation has changed a little.” He said before taking a sip from his glass. 

“The situation? You mean your victory?” You frowned, feeling your heart pumping a little faster. 

“Yes. Well, I’m sure you remember what I asked you for, two months ago. I thought we could avoid that but…Now it’s different and I’m sure you understand. To some extent at least.” 

“What exactly are you asking me for?” Your voice was trembling.

“Don’t make it more difficult than it is. You’re smarter than that.” his tone suddenly got more serious.

“I don’t understand…” You mumbled, pinning your scared eyes in his face.

“I can explain.”

“Please do.”

“Well then…” Damiano downed the rest of the amber liquid. “Tonight everything changed. The world finally heard about us, not only Italy but the whole of Europe and America. Just think about it! All those opportunities!” He said loudly, full of excitement. “And that’s why I need you to get rid of our manager. She’ll never let us do what we want, spread our wings…”

“So you want me to kill her? Is there no other way? Can’t you just fire her like a normal person?!” You raised your voice, losing your temper. 

“My sweet little thing…sadly it’s not an option.” He smirked. 

“Why? Does she know? Who you are?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

“Mhm, she does. She agreed to ignore this small inconvenient detail because she saw potential in us. But ditching her is too much of a risk.”

“What if I refuse?” You asked with a beating heart. After all, you also knew, so the chance that he’d love to see you dead was rather big.

“I don’t think you will…” He said with a grin.

“Oh really? I refused the last time.”

“Last time you were ready to fuck me to spare you, I wouldn’t say it was the toughest ‘no’ I've heard in my life. You like it too much, your current life. As fucked up as it is. And that’s the price. Either you kill her, or you can leave forever. And I’ll make sure that you never see Ethan again.” 

You bit your bottom lip, feeling your eyes filling with tears. The bastard was right. You could never go back to normal, and most importantly quit Ethan. You cared too much, even if you’d never admit it out loud. 

“Oh, you thought I don’t know? Please…”

“I want to talk to him, I think your visit is over.” You spat out through gritted teeth.

“Well, I don’t think it’s a good idea, love.” He stood up with a grunt.

“And why is that?”

“No thoughts behind those beautiful eyes, hmm? He’s not the most faithful, or the most devoted man out there. From what I’ve heard he made plans for tonight with two girls from the French team. I’m pretty sure he’s a little busy now.” Damiano whispered the last sentence.

“Liar, fucking liar!” You growled. “You just can’t stand that I care about him more than I ever cared about you, hmm?” 

“Go! Go and see for yourself, you stupid girl.” 

You could barely hear his last insult, as you stormed out of the room. Ethan lived at the end of the corridor. It was the longest walk of your life, but finally, you reached the door. Right as you were about to grab the handle, you froze. The only thing you could hear were moans. Loud moans coming from at least two women. And low grunts. Bed squeaking, the frame banging against the wall. Your eyes filled with hit tears, and you felt that your heart is about to jump out of your chest. This couldn’t be real. Not him. The girl moaned loudly. You took your hand away and covered your mouth, scared that a painful cry will leave them involuntarily. 

Your walk back was slow and clumsy, you stumbled at least a few times. You barely saw anything through your teary eyes. Your cheeks were wet, your chest moving from your pounding heart. Your feet seemed to know the way, and you mindlessly followed. Once you realized in front whose room were you standing, the rage replaced the sadness. You banged on the door hard, shaking from anger. 

“Open up you fucking coward!” You screamed. The lock clicked and doors opened. 

“Oh, so you went to see him, hmm? Disappointed?”  Damiano smirked.

You barged into his room, without waiting for an invitation. he slammed the door shut and turned to you. 

“Did you do this?! Did you drug him or…”

“Another one…No, I didn’t drug him. open your fucking eyes, what were you expecting, princess? To be in a cosy relationship with a guy who’s not only in a rock band but is also a fucking bloodthirsty beast?!” He growled, his eyes getting darker. Only now you noticed his naked chest, glistening from sweat.

“He’s not like you, and you can’t fucking bear that!” You screamed, getting closer to him.

“Oh, I’m the one who can’t stand that? Maybe it’s too much for you, that in fact, between you and him, you’re the real beast!” 

You frowned.

“He’s just a whore, always has been, always will be. But you? Oh dear…just think about all the things you did over the past few months.”

“Stop it…” you whispered.

“Too much for you to handle? You helped to dispose of a body, you found us, victims, and you basically sentenced that poor reporter to death. With cold blood, you wrapped her in plastic, put her in a bag and dragged her out of the hotel. What a girlfriend material.” He snickered. 

“You know how it was, I didn’t have…” 

“Oh, shut up! You had a choice! Every time you could just leave…But you didn’t.” He took a step forward, his face was only a few inches from yours. “You can’t just leave, hmm?” 

“I…You don’t…” You swallowed hard, trying to control your heavy breathing. He smirked. 

“I will. And you won’t interrupt because you know I’m right. You’re fucking addicted. To us, to fear, to blood, to the adrenaline rush we give you. You can’t just go back to your pathetic and boring life. You’d die from misery.” he moved even closer, his lips almost brushing yours. “ that’s why I don’t need to worry about killing you. You’ll never leave. You won’t deprive yourself of what you need most. Us.”

You let out a quiet whine. You hated him, hated yourself, and every person who lead to you meeting them. He was damn right and it burned you from the inside that you couldn’t disagree with what he said. 

“You think you own me? That you cracked me and now I’m all yours?” You said, trying to save the rest of your dignity, knowing very well that it's long lost. 

“Oh, I don’t think…” Damiano grabbed your neck in a tight grip. “I know that. You belong to us. You belong to me.” 

His touch, his voice and smell, the anger and fury mixed with alcohol and complete helplessness filled your body and soul. You looked at him with big, teary eyes and instinctively placed your hand over his. He grinned and pinned his darkening eyes in yours.

“And the funniest thing is that even if I snapped your neck right now, you’d die in bliss. That’s how much you fucking like it.” 

You felt exposed. Nothing else mattered. He knew. You nodded, feeling that you might as well surrender. 

“That’s a good girl,” he said, making you whine again at his words. 

He was pushing all the right buttons. The way he could read your mind and soul made you vulnerable and oddly aroused. He knew exactly what he was doing. And you were too weak to pretend that you don’t like it. 

“Will you kill me now?” You mumbled, feeling dizzy from his grip. 

“Hmmm…” he purred into your ear, “I don't think so. But I'll surely try to fuck that attitude out of you…Unless you want to go back to your room? Or maybe Ethan’s? Some say four is a crowd but we both know that’s not an issue for you” He let go of your neck. 

“No.” 

“No, what?” He smirked.

“I don’t want to go.” 

“Oh so now you like me?” he misled and gently stroked your cheek. 

“I fucking hate you more than anyone.” You hissed. He grabbed your face, squeezing your jaw between his thumb and index finger.

“Good, that makes two of us, you insufferable little whore.” He growled and kissed your roughly, leaving you breathless.

He forced you to walk backwards till your legs hit the desk. He grabbed your blouse and with one sharp pull he ripped it apart, exposing your bare breasts. You gasped as his large hands cupped them hard, pinching your nipples. He smirked, dragging his nails down to the waistband of your skirt. He roughly pushed his leg between yours, watching your body react with a grin. You parted your legs, even more, letting him press his thigh to your wet panties. Through his ripped trousers, you could see his hardening cock, pressing against the thin material of his boxers. 

“Oh you’re just gagging for it, aren’t you? From the day you were spying on me and saw me fucking that girl…You thought I forgot?” He let his hand wander, teasing your clit with his fingers. 

“Stop it… don’t make me wait” You looked up at him, trying to turn your rage into the last ounce of courage. “Weren’t you supposed to fuck the attitude out of me?” You asked with a cocked eyebrow. 

This act of disrespect was enough. He firmly grabbed your arms and turned you around, kicking your legs apart. You placed both hands on the desk, arching your ass for him. He lifted your skirt and spanked you hard, leaving a red handprint on your skin. 

“You’re gonna regret that, you whore.” 

He spat on his hand and with a low grunt, he firmly pushed his hard cock in you. He wasn't gentle, but you didn’t want him to play nice. He filled you up and immediately started thrusting. Damiano grabbed your hips hard, slamming into you faster and faster. You couldn’t contain moans, wanting him to make you forget, melt your worries away. he grabbed your hair with his one hand and yanked your head back.

“So tight and good for me, too bad you're so stupid,” he mumbled, let go of your hair and gripped your throat. 

You started backing up, bouncing against him, chasing your own release. he was so rough and so deep, that only seconds separated you from coming. He got louder, losing control over himself. 

“Bite me!” You screamed, impatient for this one last push to come undone. 

He didn’t hesitate. he kept moving deeply in you but leaned down to your neck. His long fangs stung you for a moment, but then sensations hit all at once. You screamed loudly, both coming from his cock hitting all the right spots and the warmth spreading over your body starting from your neck. He came right after you, drunk on your cunt and blood. Once he was done, and both of you came down a little, he moved away and sat down heavily in a nearby chair. You turned to him, watching his satisfied face, blood dripping down his chin, his fangs still out, his cock exposed. You felt his cum dripping down your leg. You wiped your neck with the top of your hand and licked it, staring into his eyes.

“You want to make me hard again?” he chuckled. 

“Consider it a goodbye gift.” You mumbled, still panting.

“What? But you’ll do it, right?” He sat up straight.

You grabbed a black shirt of his that you found on the floor and threw it on your back, covering your bare chest and peeking from under the ripped top. You looked at him with a smile and turned around. leaving the room without a word. He did not chase you, convinced that you will stay. That you will obey. That you don’t have it in you to leave. But Damiano underestimated the anger, the heartbreak, the bitterness which filled your body once you realized that you weren’t that special after all. At least not for Ethan. 

You came back to your room and took a long, hot shower. You put dressing over your wound, got dressed and wrote two emails. One to your boss, one to their manager. In very polite words you submitted your resignation. You closed your laptop and packed your bags. The less you thought about it, the better. You used the adrenaline rush and bliss you still felt after fucking Damiano. You were numb, too numb to regret. You looked around the room with an aching heart. You left your keys in the lobby and ordered a taxi. A few hours later you were at the airport, impatiently squeezing your passport at the gate. You had to act fast, before your rotten soul tells to you stay, before your urge and addiction take over, forcing you to suffer even more afterwards.

Too bad you didn’t stay only three minutes longer. You’d see Ethan leaving Thomas's room. You’d see that he yelled at Leo for using his room to fuck those French girls. You’d know that he never was the man that Damiano described. You would, but now it was too late.

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Tåglist

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[sleepyscxry]

Yandere Alastor x male reader

major trigger warning. This is my first post so it might be a bit crusty and dusty

your POV

I had fallen down to hell about a month ago. Already an overlord. I’ve killed a bunch of r@pists and disgusting souls. But I did find one place that was for redemption. I did not understand how someone gets an idea like that but I’m on my way to it to become an employee! God fucking damnit how did I get into this mess.. I got to the front door and knocked three heavy times. After a second a girl that looks sixteen or so. She looked at me as if I was half skinned. She slammed the door and I heard chattering. She opened the door. “Uhm.. hi” “hello there I saw a poster about this place and I thought I could lend a helping hand by gaurding this hotel of vermin.” “What do you mean by vermin?” “Ahahaaa r@pists, child @busers. And more!” “That does.. kinda make sense.. but you’re an overlord.. why do you care?” “Oh because I went through oh so much when I was alive, I am now Dead Set on killing every one who truly deserves it!”

Time skip

I had gotten used to the hotel a bit after an hour or two. But I saw a new face walking down the stairs. “Oh Charlie who might this be?” The man said. “Oh this is our new employee y/n!” “Pleasure to meet you darling! I am Alastor.” “Oh yeah I’ve heard quite a lot about you. Nice to finally meet someone close to my power range.” “Pardon?” “HOW DOES AN OVERLORD NOT KNOW AN OVERLORD?!” “No need to yell vaggie, Alastor I’m sorry to tell you but y/n is beginning to be the most powerful overlord there is.. even my dad is best friends with him..” “ohh your lucifers kid. He told me he had a daughter!” She smiled and looked at Alastor. “It’s my pleasure to meet you y/n but I must take care of some business.” “K have fun!” He turned around and grinned at me. “May I ask.. when did you die?” “Oh last month maybe month before that. No definitely last month on the 25th. Aka Christmas!” “Oh that’s so sad.. I’m so sorry to hear that.” “Meh I got the gift of death that’s plenty.”

time skip

I was at the bar and I ordered rum and coke. A very comforting drink. “So how did you get to become an overlord so fast?” “I was powerful when I was alive and I’m even more powerful in the afterlife. It just makes sense if you’ve known me for awhile.” “Thats cool.” “How did you get the form of a furry?” “Furry?” “Yeah it’s where your body represents a animal hybrid.” “Oh.. idk” “ah”

another time skip (I’m so sorry)

I went up to my new bedroom and it was pretty plan so with just a snap of my fingers it was as home like as can be. I laid down and tried to fall asleep. Keyword tried but I heard loud footsteps outside. I got my slippers on and looked outside my door. It was Alastor. “Alastor? What are you doing up?” “Oh y/n! I’m just doing a nightly stroll around the hotel. Would you like to join me?” “Uhm.. sure!” I walked out of my room and got beside him. “So.. do you do this every night?” “Yes I do! It’s good for tiring me for a good sleep!” “Yeah that makes sense.” We walked down the steps to the main room. He snapped his fingers and a fire started. “Let’s talk. Overlord to overlord haha.” “Ok” “so how did you die?” “Uhm.. some of my long lasting enemies tried drowning me and I hung myself on the tree closest to the lake.” “Oh wow..” “how did you? It’s only fair you tell me.” “I was mistaken for a deer and god shot in the head and a group of dogs finished me off.” “Oh that’s deep.. I wanted to die.. you didn’t.” “Oh I’m over it now. It’s quite fun here!” “Yeah.. I like seeing people suffer in their own sins..” “me as well.” I yawned. “I think I’m gonna head to bed. Goodnight Al.” “Goodnight darling.”

end of part 1

[tobywholovescrowley]

Good omens2 spoilers!

I am utterly destroyed of the ending. And I am mad, and sad, but no matter how much I cry, I have to admit, it was beautiful. It was a whole rollercoaster. The whole season was building the happiness up, just to ruin it in the end, The actors, Michael and David did such a good job, and of course everyone else. Even tho I feel the need to ask a k-pop fan to find Neils house, I have to say he is lovely, and the whole thing turned out amazing. We've been fed with some many things, for example Gabriel and Beelzebub being canon? More genderfluid Crowley? ("You're a nice lad." "I'm not either") Very possible Arcangel (Raphael) Crowley??? Why would he have acess to Gabriels files? He must have had a high rank, but it would make sense for him to be Arcangel. The Bentley being soo cute?? Crowley *feeling* what happens in the car? INEFFIABLE DANCING?!!? Aziraphale was giggling and kicking his feet as he asked him to dance, it was adorable. The kiss.. well that was something. The whole season I was stressing they may have taken it out because of the spoiler, just for it not being a romantic kiss, but a sad kiss. But it was still amazing. Crowley opening up infront of Aziraphale just like that?!

He was so brave. Also Azi did look disgusted, but also not disgusted there. He's not homophobic, but when it comes to himself, he cannot love Crowley, he's an angel and he must stay an angel, he must be perfect. Or well he thinks so. I do belive he loves Crowley just as much as Crowley loves him, but like Nina he is not ready. I cannot hate Aziraphale, and please, no one hate Aziraphale. He was basically forced into the whole thing, it was a suprise for him, but of course it was not right of him to cast Crowley away, when he has been there for him all the time. I love them so much, I was sobbing for a good 30 minutes, then went out for a smoke to relieve the stress. The metatron can go fuck himself, especially because he manipulated Aziraphale into thinking hes very important now, then later he will be casted away like Crowley, Gabriel, and Job.

But apart from Sadness, it was amazing. amazingly sad, but happy too. Please do not hate the Actors, characters, or directors for how the end was, it is okay of course to joke about hating them. Everyone calm down, and cry. Season 3 will be even better.

(thank you for reading! Take care^^)

[danses-with-dogmeat]

CONGRATS ON 1.5 K!!!!! You deserve it!!

for a request.... ☠️🦖 "say it. say it!" with Boone maybe? I love me some angst

You want angst? Here! *throws this at you*

I hope you're happy with it, cuz I'm not... I'm not okay after writing this. 😢

(I actually am, I love me some angst too, but... Boone is my love, and I hurt him here.)

No, but thank you! I genuinely hope you like it, even if it's full of hurt

"You've been quiet."

Boone looked to you as he spoke, his fingers pulling painfully at a hangnail as he awaited some sort of response from you.

The campfire lit up your expression, one of thoughtfulness, but also of... fear? Disgust? It was the same look a New Vegas rich man gives the people of Freeside...

Suppose that's not a good sign...

"Yeah..." You forced out. Boone's eyebrows raised, tentatively hoping for more. "I just... I don't know what you want me to say."

His eyes narrowed, but you weren't looking at his face, just down into the sand below.

You hadn't looked at him since he told you.

"Well, you're the one who asked. So... "

"Yeah, well, that wasn't exactly the explanation I expected!" You burst out, your voice shaking and shattering the silence of the night. Boone's body jolted where he sat.

Quickly, his surprise turned to anger of his own.

"She was stolen from me," Boone said slowly, "My wife was enslaved by the Legion, brought to an auction, like some brahmin... did you think it was going to be a happy story?"

Malice dripped from his words.

He'd told you.

And he told you the truth of it, of what he'd done. He knew it was horrible. It was unspeakable, it was one of the absolute worst things a person could ever do, and he knew that, but couldn't you see? Couldn't you see he had no other choice?

"Well, no, Boone, I knew it was going to be bad, I just... I didn't think that you were going to be... I didn't think you were capable of... That you were--"

"Say it." He nearly spat.

Your eyes finally met his, glaring, as scorching hot as the fire beside you, but more deadly. There was fear there still, but now there was unconcealed loathing.

What the hell do you have to be angry about? Carla was my wife. I loved her, and I'm the one responsible for losing her, for... ending her life, if anyone should be angry, it should be me!

"Say it!"

"I didn't think you were a fucking monster! What kind of man kills his own wife? His child? Boone... what the hell were you thinking?"

White flashed in his mind.

Then memories.

He was back. Back on the cliffside. Back looking down into the yard. Seeing the hundreds of men... Seeing the line of slaves. Seeing her there.

There where she didn't belong.

He didn't know what he was thinking. He couldn't think. He was trained not to.

Follow orders. Take the shot. Take it when you get the opportunity. Don't wait. There may not be another chance. Hit the target where you're sure they'll never rise.

End them.

Do it quick. No time to think.

But it was also all Boone thought about. Every night... all day.

Did he make the wrong call? Was there another way he could've saved her?

He always argued that he spared her from a fate worse than death, that he saved their child from a cruel, unforgiving world... but what if he was wrong? What if, against all odds, she could've made a life with the Legion? What if she could have been happy? What if he could've saved her another way?

He knew that's not how it worked. There was no chance of him against the whole Legion. And he knew slavery was messy, and horrific, and that many in that line would've begged him to do the same to them, if they'd had the chance, the choice, but... a man so filled with regret, with misery, so desperate, so guilty... It forced him to consider every option.

To pain himself further with every thought. Like he deserved.

It forced him to consider that you may be right. He may just be a monster.

But what else could he have done?

"I was thinking of her..." He whispered, his voice less than a croak.

Your eyes said you didn't believe him.

He wasn't sure he did either.

[simpingcowboy]

Kinktober 2022 Keep A Secret

Day 31: Free choice, Anonymous Sex // Size Kink

Pairing: Max Lord x F!Reader Word Count: 2.4 K+ Warning: SMUT, anonymous sex, piv sex, oral (f! receiving), size kink (aka big dick Max Lord), cervix stimulation, some power dynamics, some rough sex, creampie Summary: An open ad for anonymous sex lands Maxwell Lord in your bed. Can you keep a secret? A/N: No!!! I was a little late to the last day of Kinktober! But I had so much fun :) Thank you to @absurdthrist for her wonderful prompts! Decided to end the month by being a size queen for Max Lord <3

You posted it.

You really posted it.

The reality hit you like a ton of bricks when the paper came that Sunday morning. Right under the personal column. Your ad finally made it to print.

"Looking For Anonymous Sex- Help me live my ultimate fantasy. Seeking something fun and mutually beneficial. Simple. Come to my home, where I'll be waiting bare and pliant for you and use me. I don't want to know you. Not your name, or face anyways. Though I hope we can know many other things about each other. Call me any weeknight after 7pm to talk."

Ending your ad with a basic description, age, body type, ethnicity/race.

It was out there, though part of you was embarrassed to have published such a thing, a bigger part of you was waiting for your perfect knight in armor to answer your call.

The phone rings at 7:30, half an hour past when you'd said you'd be free to call. The sound jolts you from the dishes you'd been doing. It could be anyone you tell yourself, trying to ease your nerves. There was no guarantee it was even about the ad. You grip the phone in hand tightly, anxiety screaming at you not to answer. But you do-

"Hello?"

Max is just as nervous. Calling a stranger up about their sex ad…he felt ridiculous- stupid even. But he couldn't get it any other way. People always knew him. He got recognized everywhere. He wasn't afforded the luxury of anonymity that most people were. Most people who did try to sleep with him were after his money. It was always obvious, and always a total turn off. He just wanted a quick fuck. A tight warm hole to sink himself into after a long day- was that so much to ask for?

"Hello, I'm uh calling about-" fuck how do you even do this? "about the ad?"

"Y-yes…what about it?"

"I'm interested in what you're offering."

You smile softly to yourself. "Brilliant, well…can you tell me a bit about yourself?

Max clears his throat, "Yes. I'm in my 40's, single," he clarifies " average body- I suppose."

"And- if I may ask- how big are you, you know down there?"

You hear a small chuckle on the other end of the line. He was obviously humored by your straightforwardness. It put him a bit more at ease. After all it was your ad he was responding to, he had no reason to be shy. You both wanted this.

"Big." He states boldly. "9 inches." Max hears the small intake of breath you try to hide from him. "Is that enough for you? I keep my hair trimmed too- if that is of concern."

Enough? You think back to yourself. That thing might kill you. "Enough. Definitely enough."

A smirk grows over his face. Max's confidence was often faked, but this was all real. No faking needed. He was packing, he was good, and he knew it. "Good. Any other questions for me?"

"How do you feel about condoms?"

"I wear them every time." One kid is enough he thinks to himself.

"Good answer." You smile over the phone. He seems polite at least "I will host. What days and time work best for you?"

"I am free most weekday evenings."

You're doing it. You're really doing it. You think to yourself, all your late night fantasies are about to come true. "Tuesday 7:30, does that sound good?"

"Yes, that's perfect."

"I will host. Can you take down my address?"

"Y-yes! I'm ready." He replies, scrabbling to take his pen and paper in hand.

You offer up your address. Some nerves still rising to the surface. A stranger. You're offering up your home to a stranger. And soon you'll be giving him much more than that.

He speaks for the final time. "I will see you then. Tuesday 7:30 pm."

"Until Tuesday." With that you hang up the line. You practically fall to the floor, unable to believe it.

And so…you wait.

On your back, legs spread on the bed. Already dripping with anticipation. You fill the time by focusing on your breathing, and running your hands over the soft sheets. Excitement building in you with each passing moment.

Max comes in and locks the door behind him.

He enters slowly. He'd driven himself there, not even wanting his driver to know where he'd gone. Looking around, he makes lots of little notes about you. You'd obviously cleaned up before he'd arrived, still there were so many little pieces of your character all over the apartment.

A shuffling noise catches his attention, his cock jumps at the sound. You're here- this is about to happen. He quietly shuffles into the bedroom, eyes going wide when he sees you. That pretty blindfold on, you probably didn't even know he was looking at you right now. He admires the sight of you. Even from the doorway he could see the glisten of your folds, the deep breaths you were taking in anticipation of his arrival. He could look at you forever, but that would have to wait another day. For right now, all his blood was rushing to a different head.

He approaches you slowly, not wanting to startle you. Max puts a hand on the bed, a silent announcement of his arrival. He slowly broaches into your space, his fingers just barely dusting over your arm. A soft whine escaping you. Electricity racing through your body as he touches you for the first time. A wave of slick flooding out of you as the sensation. He's real and he's here!

"Pretty thing…waiting so patiently for me." He purrs at you.

The stranger's voice is even nicer in person. That accent elevates a level of curiosity about him. Who was the man with the thick sultry voice? There was an odd sense of familiarity to his voice. You're almost certain you've heard it before…

His moves are emboldened by your whine, a cry for him. "I'll take care of you, Hermosa." He allows himself to slip into his mother tongue. You weren't exactly in a position to judge him either way. He runs a large hand over your chest, palming at your breasts. Enjoying the way your body reacts to his touch.

"¡Qué Bonita! I will enjoy playing with you." He affirms, giving another long glance over your frame, his eyes settling between your legs.

His breath catches at the sight. Your folds glimmered in the soft light of your room. You were already so affected by him. Max makes his way between your legs, a hand never leaving you. Without a word, he leans down taking a long lick up your core. A loud moan rips through your body at the intrusion. The stranger eagerly laps at your wet cunt, greedily taking in your taste. He suddenly pulls away from you, a whine coming from you.

"I'll do more next time, Bebita. Now I want to see what you will do for me."

A large finger burrows itself into you, letting him feel how tight you'll be. Already he was planning for next time. Planning all the ways he'd enjoy you if you let him. He pulls out all too quickly. Hand moving down to free his hard cock from his pants. He thinks briefly about taking his time to undress before deciding he doesn't want to be that vulnerable yet. Then you feel it. He rubs the length of his long cock along your mound, letting his precum leak over your sex.

"Do you feel me Hermosa?¿Te gusta? Touch." He grabs your hand, bringing it to his cock, letting you feel along the length. It's heavy. A strong pulse running through the entirety of it.

You whimper at him, desperate to have it in you. "Please? Please fuck me!"

A smirk grows along his face. "Let me put a condom on first, Cariño." He pulls back momentarily, pulling a condom from his pocket and putting it on. He returns your hand to him. "You feel it's on, yes?

This is when you decide you like this stranger. "Yes, I feel it." His thoughtfulness brings a warm heat to your face.

"Good," he smiles at your softened expression, obviously not expecting him to have shown you that he did actually put the condom on. "Are you ready?"

You nod expectedly, "Please- I want it!"

He lines himself up, rubbing the tip of his cock along your slick gathering it along his cock. "Gonna feel so good." He slowly sinks himself into you.

The thickness of his cock almost threatening to rip you open. In this moment you feel so glad he'd taken the opportunity to eat you out- even if just for a couple minutes. You'd need all the lube you could get to take him. Then he sinks and sinks and sinks into you…it almost feels like he never stops. He hits along your back wall, the sensation panging you with a soft pain. It's unlike anything you've ever experienced before. Your hand goes down to touch where you're connected, realizing he's not even in all the way yet.

"Dios mio...Gonna have to go slow…tight little thing." The stranger rocks his hips, urging you to take more of his incredible length. "Just like that."

As soon as he sunk into you it's like all his problems disappeared. The stress of these last days, weeks, months instantly being lifted off his shoulders. You felt like heaven around him, tight and perfect.

He smiled to himself as he hit along your cervix. "Sweet Bebita," He leaves a series of kisses along your neck. 'It'll fit. Just relax for me." He fucks you with slow, shallow thrusts, carving you open for him. "Qué bonita...Ay, mí pequeña princesa... Eres perfecto." His praise continues to fall from his lips as he kisses you all over.

Finally, he makes it in. His cock fully buried to the hilt. You both sigh out in relief. You're so full, and frankly- amazed he made it in all the way. The way he rubs against your cervix was a new sensation. It was a sharp feeling, not the most comfortable but not painfully either. But just knowing he was so deep in you was enough to make it worth it. Each thrust of his hips stuffing you so full.

"Good girl. Taking all of me." The stranger grips your hips tightly. "Now, I'm going to really fuck you."

That was just the start of it. Now it'd became a regular thing. You two got more comfortable together over time. You'd also gotten much more accustomed to his length overtime, slowly you began to think you'd never be able to take anything smaller again. Eventually you even decided that condoms were no longer a necessity. Even with so much shared between you two, you held limited knowledge about him, other than the intense pleasure he provided you. But that's just how you both liked it.

This time was the same as always. He'd silently enter your home, knowing you were patiently waiting for him. No words were ever exchanged outside of an announcement of his arrival.

"There you are." He'd say, running his large hand up your body. "Missed you."

This time he had you on your hands and knees, bent over for him. Letting him fuck you an inch within your life. He was relentless. An incredible stamina for a man his age. With time and trust you'd began getting kinkier. Letting him get rougher, fill different holes, truly use you in all the ways you desire.

He fucked into you hard. Your shared cries of pleasure filling the empty space of your apartment. The harsh sound of skin on skin bounced off the walls with each brutal snap of his hips. He loves this. This arrangement was all he ever wanted, and you were always so good for him. Now that he had it, he barely knew how he ever did without it.

The stranger gripped onto your head tightly, contorting your neck up straight. He leveraged you to pound impossibly deeper, harder. Each thrust into you rubbing the long length of him against your g spot. Unknown to his, with each pull of your hair, the blindfold slowly slipped off your eyes. You didn't notice either until you'd opened your eyes. You squinted, adjusting to the light. But before you got the chance to say anything- you saw it. His reflection in the mirror.

No- it couldn't be. Oh but it could… You couldn't pry your eyes away. That usually perfectly molded blonde hair flopped in front of his brow. Those dark brown eyes, now lust blown. That perfectly crescent nose snarled up in a groan. You did know that accent…you'd heard it a million times on TV before.

Max Lord.

You'd been fucking Maxwell fucking Lord.

When you stopped moaning for him he knew something was off. His eyes snap up to meet yours in the mirror. Momentarily mesmerized by the sight of your eyes for the first time. He quickly shifts into an impassioned glare. He knew that you recognized him by the way you stared open mouthed in awe at his reflection. A large hand comes up to cover your eyes, blocking your view of him. Max leans down, his softened stomach pressing along your back. He leans in close and dangerous into your ear.

In a low growl he tells you "Shh, don't ruin this."

Within a minute, he's cumming, filling you up with ropes of his cum. He pants over you breathing heavily from his orgasm. Those large warm arms you'd grown so familiar with wrap around you in a tight embrace holding you tight to him.

"You won't say anything? Will you, Hermosa?"

Your mind races with a thousand questions…like 'Why would alleged playboy millionaire Maxwell Lord be looking for girls in the local newspaper?' but he was too good…this arrangement was too good. And you'd be damned before you gave it up that easily. "No…no I won't."

"Good girl."

He readjusts the blindfold, recovering your eyes. Max slowly slips out of you, shuffling his way off the bed.

"I'll see you next week." He says simply while redressing himself and just as always- silently slipping his way out of your home.

[lindszeppelin]

Clearly you’re getting to a few folks so congrats there — not that it’s your goal because, as you repeatedly point out, this is your blog and you can say whatever tf you want and nobody has to read it.

Re the K&A eras tour spectacle… I’m gonna throw in my 2cents.

At this point I feel like about 80-90% of what I see screams PR setup with those two. But I’ll be completely blunt and say I don’t really know wtf I’m looking at. Isn’t that kind of the point? We are on the outside looking in so we don’t know what actually goes on between these two. We don’t know and we may never know — unless one of them spills the tea and that’s no doubt forbidden in such arrangements.

I have a feeling that when all this started it seemed like a fine idea for both of them. Austin probably very much needed to have someone around who could handle herself on a red carpet and wasn’t expecting a lifetime commitment (in that case, youth a definite plus). I believe they are both avid readers, they have fame and celebrity in common, they understand themselves as commodities of the entertainment industry, they both travel for work, etc. My point is they would have enough shared interests and work experiences to get along nicely, and even genuinely date.

Now, I ask you, how is a 20-year-old NOT going to fall in love with him in these circumstances? We’re all gaga over him and we’ve never even gotten to hold his hand, talk to him, sit next to him, or *gasp* kiss him. Austin isn’t an asshole (by EVERYONE’s account at this point except V), so I think he’s not going to be disrespectful or cold or rude or even withhold affection from her, cameras or not.

Even if this was always a “real” relationship, it could only ever be a rebound (from both V and Elvis). Because he had just painfully ended a NINE YEAR relationship and was coming down off the most intense acting gig of his life and rushing headlong into film promotion.

But the fact that he may have benefitted from the lack of challenge and longevity of an arranged situation at that time is exactly what may be so bothersome now. How can someone as young and privileged as K provide the kind of supportive partnership that a man of substance would require? He’s been through so much more than she has. I don’t mean to suggest that famous young people don’t have pain and hardship, too. But the difference in what he has endured and what she has endured is stark.

He’s a kind human, and he can no doubt truly enjoy witnessing a bunch of people have an absolute blast at the TS concert. Despite the few moments of PDA, he looked a lot more like a big brother escorting lil sis to the concert than he looked like a man swooning over his love. And anyone who has seen a few extremely vivid photos of him and V knows that K&A simply do not click on even remotely the same level. So however it started, whatever it is, it really seems to have a limited shelf life.

Bottom line: I have no idea because I’m not either one of them and it isn’t my life, or my business. In my case the only reason I’m even thinking about them this much is because there are things in my own life I am currently desperate to avoid. That’s okay, that’s kind of a great advantage of being a fan, but I feel like a lot of people do not know how to make that distinction. That’s okay too but when you come into anon asks and insult people, you’re fucked up.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

honestly MJ my darling, im just trying to blog normal stuff in between all these asks and it seems like its never ending lol idk how this ended up spiraling the way it did but well, here we are. since you took the time to send me a well thought out ask, im going to give you a well thought out response and let that be it for tonight haha

i don't know if i would necessarily say that the point is for it to be grey area. i think personally when it comes to a relationship you're either with somebody or you're not. you're either in love with somebody or you're not. there are nuances to each of those sides on the spectrum, but generally you will know without hesitation or doubt what you're looking at. and because they keep it teetering on grey area of "are they or are they not PR?" then that is deceptive. in my opinion. the idea in PR is to keep them in the media's eye whenever often.

i absolutely agree that in the beginning austin probably was onboard with the set of facts that he was given. i mean, how can you truly know somebody that you're with and know if you're going to like them long term when he was presented with the choice? he probably thought it wasn't a horrible deal - she gets press from being seen with the new it guy and breaks into the acting world like she wants, and he gets a girl on his arm for the red carpet stuff. she probably seemed unassuming, and i highly doubt he did not know anything about the crawford/gerbers. like i said, over the period of time you start to see for real who these people are and who you're dealing with. he might have been cool in the beginning to be in the PR thing, but then as time went on and he's spending time with her and her family then the gears start forming. and the "oh shit, im in a bind here" starts to crop up.

and yes you're right, what young person wouldn't want to be in that deal? she dates the hot new guy on the block and gets press from it, then moves on to the next. cookie cutter process. austin was only in genuine relationships, how the hell would he know that this would turn out to be a disaster (or ZIZZASTER as grandma lois would say). austin is a very nice guy, and to your point exactly, he would not be outright rude to her. does he walk away from her, wear a mask and disguise around her, and other such things he does as his own form of acting out? yes, i think it's safe to say that austin doing what he can to distance himself from her in a respectful way is his way of saying "i do not agree with this, nor do i want to be here".

you are also correct with this point - how can a young girl like her know how to provide and support a grown ass man of his caliber? she doesn't, simply. she has never dated anybody like austin before, and she is simply not experienced enough in life to know how to do that yet.

and big bro escorting little sis is right. i also saw it as he looked like her bodyguard hanging around while she does her thing lol. or babysitting gig. he is so sweet and lovely, i just want the best for him and it's clear you and so many others do as well. im so glad you took the time to message me MJ! I always value your incredible and thoughtful insights!

[sparrowmoth]

B, C, K, L, V for the ask game <33

@infiniteecosmos Thank youuu, Blake! 💖💖 It's TWST time...

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Definitely Riddle/Floyd. Never would have crossed my mind tbh but @moorsgrimhilde made a case for it and now I can’t unsee the soulmate potential. They’re a really cute, funny ship that just lives at the back of my mind now. I like calling them Floriddle because it sounds like a fucked up version of Florida and idk that’s just really funny to me, what can I say dajkgjskdgdjk

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Jamil and Azul. Just nope lmao. There’s definitely something going on from Azul’s side, but I would hesitate to even call that a crush because he’s so clearly business-minded about it all. Even if Azul had seriously caught feelings, I don’t think Jamil could be less interested if he tried lmao.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

This is kind of a “they’re a set, do not separate” situation, so… JAMIL AND KALIM. I’ve been so pleasantly surprised by both the development of their characters as individuals as well as the relationship between them. The Scarabia arc absolutely destroyed me, but god, it was SO important for upturning the figurative log of their relationship to show all the bugs and rot beneath that they just HAVE to confront, they gotta.

With all that ugliness laid bare, I just love to see the genuine effort Kalim makes to be more self-aware of himself and his privilege. I love that he decides to embrace being competitive and earning his laurels, I love that he gives Jamil the space he so desperately needs to breathe while at the same time holding out his hand in an offer of friendship because, after everything, he still sees the best in Jamil and he really wants to make things better. It’s not just something he says, he puts his actions behind it, too.

I love seeing Jamil so bitter and guarded, but slowly, very slowly coming around to the idea of friendship with Kalim as he starts to realize that Kalim didn’t choose his life any more than he did and, yes, his lot in life is better in many regards, but Kalim isn’t the caricature of a person Jamil always looked at him as. There’s loneliness and fear and heavy obligations that Kalim must carry. There’s also deep compassion and generosity in this boy who could very well be as selfish as he likes. The way Jamil’s armor begins to show cracks, the way he finally tells Kalim at the end of the Scalding Sands event that maybe the idea of being friends isn’t so bad actually… *FIST CLENCH* No one’s doing it like them.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves.

Man, shout out to Idia because I really didn’t like him at all until the Ignihyde arc dropped. He’s never going to be a fave of mine, but there’s plenty of nice things I could say about him. His character design is gorgeous. I absolutely love his hair, it’s so cool. His backstory with Ortho? Heartbreaking. Hurts so good.

His potential as a villain? AMAZING. I’m not gonna lie, I find him most intriguing in that capacity. I want him as a fully unhinged morally dark gray scientist. I knew it was in vain to want this, but I was so hoping for a mad scientist/lab rats kind of plot with Ignihyde. Apparently I’m just going to have to write the AU I want for myself one day, what else is new djaksgjksdg

V - Which character do you relate to most?

Hmm, I think it’s pretty close between Carlos and Jamil, but I’m going to just focus on Jamil since I’ve spoken about that a lot less on this blog. I relate a lot to Jamil being someone who walks a very thin line between love and hate with one of the most important people in his life. He seems to me haunted by questions like, would I love you if I didn’t have to? Is it okay that you’ve hurt me since you never meant to and you don’t even realize, may never even understand how you’ve done so? Can I ever know my authentic feelings toward you or have we lived too long under the shadow of my obligations toward you? Yeah, things like that djkgjskdgjk.

Also, the way he tries so hard to bottle up his emotions and keep his head down, but there’s so much resentment inside him that threatens to turn destructive and, god, that siren song of giving into it, damn the consequences…

Um. There’s also that he’s canonically terrified of bugs lmao. Relatable content.

A - Z Fandom Asks

[akaisenhatake]

What is the corruption?

oh hsjdjsgdf i didnt think you'd be interested in my silly curse concept, alright here we go

to sum it up, corruption is like what you call a parasite. they're like a black and blue goo with static-like effect to it. usually cover the sclera and mouth skull area, which makes the person look like they're smiling. they are also like another entity, as if there's another soul sharing the same body but traps you in so they could take over which was the case for jacob. the growth process of corruption includes the carrier / holder having repeated trauma or events that negatively affacted them, so in short if you've seen enough fucked up shit you may as well have a full grown corruption by then.

corruption has been around since the beginning of the wizarding era but often not noticed. though people usually mistaken them for an obscurus, but believe me they're not any similar.

what do they do u ask? well to say the least they're just like a wild animal living in a human body. they all have at least one talent that is usually feral like, survival or hunting. if the person hasn't awaken their corruption yet, their talent are usually much weaker compared to when it's awakened.

there are two kinds of corruption: corruption carrier & corruption holder. yes they sound almost the same but hear me out- corruption holder is the infected and corruption carrier is well, the infector. the holders are rarely seen due to how short their lifespan are, as for the carrier they usually end up,,,,,, throwing themselves off a cliff with their last bit of sanity in hopes of not continuing the corruption heritage. the only known corruption carrier bloodline revealed was the clark family, but it's unclear if there are other carrier families across the globe.

fun fact, their static goo is also their blood that were once red of course. they can camouflage themselves as ur common red blood cell but once you put fire they'll 'die' and turn back to their original color.

these static goos can also shapeshift, from a normal claw to a whole damn axe, though they're usually attached to the body part. hell, some corruption can duplicate themselves just to survive longer.

corruption holders like rakepick, ryu [shiratori] and burke all end up dead for they failed to eliminate their target as tasked. jacob is the reason of their death as he was the one who infected them. i wont go into detail into how they die but i can tell you its very brutal LMAO

is there a way to get rid of corruption? yes there actually is. there was a third kind of corruption that opposes them like an antidote but they're once in a lifetime situation. they're called purifiers. purifiers are a sort of corruption when the carrier/ holder with the purest of heart, mind and soul. it doesn't matter if you've lived through bad events or experienced them, as long as you're strong enough to break through the corruption barrier you're trapped in then you can evolve into a purifier.

the only con of this kind of corruption is that they have about a 2-3 week lifespan. for daniel's case [ not canon route] is that he was already dead when he turned into a purifier, which means he didn't even have the time to say goodbye before he turn into glowing ashes after 'getting rid' of jacob's corruption.

woo thats a lot lol, hope u understand whatever i just said. here are some art pieces of corruption i did so can get a grip of what im sayin

jacob's hyena - corruption holder : self duplicating

blue / black static goo covering the face + some of the forms it can shapeshift into. oh and the clark family lol. most of the corruption carriers are male.

old notes + concepts [some may be inaccurate cause they're really old]

k thats all lolll i might make more art regarding of corruption.