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cockwarming chris:
✨a concept✨
"you need it?"
"yeah..."
"come here then," he says, his voice low and deep. "come sit on my cock."
you almost scrambled to his lap, but chris put a hand on your shoulder.
you whined in desperation.
his lips twitched into a grin for a half second. "behave. i'll give you everything you want if you just be good, yeah?"
you nodded, quickly and with abandon.
"be good for me, uh huh?"
"i will. i promise."
he smiled. "that's my girl. come here."
chris took hold of your thigh, moving it over his lap and settling it on his side, your body straddling his.
"go on," he whispered. "show me what you want."
your hands fumbled with the elastic hem of his shorts, tugging them just below the hardening bulge of his cock. encasing it in your hand with a whimper, you began to pump him up and down, up and down...
chris's lips parted with a pleasured sigh as his eyes closed and his feathery lashes fanned his cheeks. "sit on me, sweet girl," he groaned, "please."
you needed no further direction. shifting your weight to your knees and positioning your slick cunt above his cock. chris's tip twitched and hit your clit, eliciting a groan from deep within your stomach. his precum-leaking slit pressed against your entrance, and as you sank down worshipfully around him, chris lifted a gentle knuckle to your chin. "look at me."
you gasped, your stomach full of him, your back held secure by his other, unoccupied hand, your bottom lip pulled into a pout by his thumb, your eyes held in an unforgiving, electric blue gaze.
"you feel so good on top of me, pretty girl," chris said softly. "so good."
"th-thank you," you stuttered out.
"too much?"
"n-no."
he chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. "there she is. my pretty girl."
"mhm," you moaned, unable to look at him any longer. your head dropped to his shoulder and your hands wrapped themselves around his shoulder blades, your pussy spritzing with pleasure as you felt his heart beat through his cock.
"i know," he murmured, carding his fingers through your hair. "i know. i'm here. i got you."
"n-needed-fuck-needed you so-so bad," you whimpered.
"just wanted to be filled up, huh?"
"yeah," you said with a pout.
"you missed me today, didn't you. couldn't stop thinking about this."
you tightened your grip on his skin in response.
"just wanna be a good girl for me, makin' me feel good...wanna be stuffed full of me."
chris kissed the top of your head as he stroked your hair. "you're the best girl ever. my pretty little girlie."
"yeah?" you cried softly, your voice high and quiet.
"of course, mamas," he replied. "of course you are. you're so good to me." chris's arms flexed around you, holding you close to him. your puffy clit brushed against the soft, warm skin above his cock. you whined into his neck. "i know," he purred. "i know. it's a lot, huh?"
"yeah...i like it though."
"yeah? you like keeping my dick warm?"
you couldn't help but giggle. "yes."
you felt chris smile against your temple. "you're so silly."
"i love you," you whispered, kissing the veins hidden beneath his skin. "i love you a lot."
"i love you," he grumbled, "tons more than you love me, actually."
"who's dick riding who, exactly?" your sass was cut off by the sudden, snapped thrust of his hips into yours. a broken gasp stumbled from your lips as your already-leaking pussy began to cry onto his pelvis.
"something wrong, ma?" his eyes glittered with mischief.
"you're a dick," you said matter-of-factly, utterly unsurprised but incredibly happy when he leaned forward, laying your back against the bed as his body hovered over yours, cock buried to the hilt inside of you.
"am i?" he crooned, sliding slowly out of you.
"y-yes," you panted, your walls clenching, trying desperately to keep him close to you.
his tip made your folds bulge as it slipped out.
"i h-hate you."
chris didn't reply. he only smiled, his head tilted as he lowered his cock back into you, slow but unrelenting, giving you no pause to adjust to him, drinking the view of your brows furrowing, your lips parting to make way for your breathy sighs, your pulse throbbing in your neck.
"no you don't," he said sweetly, balancing on one tensed, veiny hand as he brushed your cheek with his other. "you're addicted to me, and you know it."
you couldn't help but nod. he was right.
chris was always right.
"that's my precious girl."
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he got the girl | george russell
pairing: george russell x wolff!reader
summary: that awkward moment when you get caught going on a date with one of your dads drivers.
notes: i have my chemistry final tomorrow, wish me luck!
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f1gossip: y/n wolff was seen last night on a date? with george russell, (yes the mercedes driver) last night in monaco? this was actually very surprising for us as well, thoughts?
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user1: no shit
user2: no way george pulled y/n
user3: GEORGE IN THE LIKES ??????
user4: NOT ONLY HIM BUT MAX CHARLES ALEX TOOOO ??
user5: sorry guys 😅😅 but that’s actually me and y/n, not her and that skinny twig 😅😅
user6: maybe they were just hanging out ??
user7: NO WAY GEORGE PULLED HER
user8: this is actually crazy
user9: okay guys..but the pictures are actually so cute 🙂↕️
user10: RIGJT?? THE WAY HES HOLDING HER JACKET AND PURSE TOO 🥰🥰
alex_albon: holy shit @/georgeussell63 no way you actually got her
georgerussell63: well don’t act so surprised 🙄
maxverstappen1: we will act so surprised. she’s rejected you 10 times.
georgerussell63: she has NOT!
maxverstappen1: sorry, 20 times**
user10: WHAT ARE THESE DRIVERS DOING ON A GOSSIP PAGE ??
charles_leclerc: holy cow 😳
mercedesamgf1: omg no
mercedesamgf1: What the fuck is this. - Toto Wolff
user11: NO GEROGE RUN
user12: SOMEONE CHECK IF GEORGE IS STILL ALIVE
user13: TOTO NOOO
user14: WHY IS EVERYONE HERE ????
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tagged: yourusername, and georgerussell63
f1: it’s been a while, but y/n is back!
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user15: her and lewis 😞😞
user16: THATS MOTHERRRR
user17: she looks so good 🙄
user18: GEORGE BEING TAGGED ???
mercedesamgf1: please un-tag George William Russell. - Toto Wolff
user19: someone PLEASE get this old geezer his own instagram account
user20: the way he adds - Toto Wolff, like we don’t already know ???
user21: oh what i would do to be a fly in the mercedes garage right now
user22: the use of george’s FULL name ??? that boy better run
georgerussell63: 😍😍
leiwshamilton: do you want our boss to kill you?
landonorris: it’s like he WANTS to die
user23: WHY IS HE BEING SO PUBLIC ABOUT TUIS ???
user24: after years of being rejected by y/n he wants everyone to know he finally got her 😭
user25: george finally gets y/n and he loses all fear
f1gossip; y/n was asked about the dating rumors today she was asked “are you and george dating”, she answered, “i think he’s made it very clear, hasn’t he?”
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user26: GEORGE FINALLY GOT THE GIRL !!
user27: i low key thought george was having like a manic episode and was pretending to date y/n but this basically confirmed it, happy for them!
user28: LMAO WHATT
user29: okay now toto’s reaction pls
user30: wait but if she’s toto’s daughter? why is her hair like blonde blonde
user31: she dyes her hair religiously
user32: okay but george being like so proud of this relationship is so incredibly cute 😞
user33: netflix is going to eat this up
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mercedesamgf1: our family 🙏🙏
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user34: GEORGE LOOKS SO SCARED 😭😭😭
user35: NO IM DYING THIS IS TOO FUNNY
user36: GEORGE LOOKS LIKE HES BEING HELD AT GUNPOINT
user38: this is hilarious
yourusername: p5 and p7 👏👏
georgerussell63: wanted to make you proud 🥰
user39: OH BROTHER HERE HE GOES
user40: toto will appear in an estimated 3 seconds
mercedesamgf1: 😐 - Toto Wolff.
f1gossip: george russell and toto wolff were seen speaking after the race in monaco, sources say that after a intense chat, they hugged it out, thoughts?
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user41: AND HE APPROVES !!!!
user42: YAY
user43: ITS OFFICIAL, TOTO APPROVES
user44: okay now i can actually be happy about this relationship
user45: i kinda feel bad that his own daughter didn’t tell him that she was dating someone…
user46: they bro hugged 🥹
user47: so happy for y/n and george ❤️
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georgerussell63: after 4 years, i finally got the girl 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
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f1: GEORGE RUSSELL FINALLY DOES IT EVERYONE!!
landonorris: YEAH RUSSELL 🗣️
oscarpiastri: finally 👏👏
danielriccarido: HELL YEAH
maxverstappen1: i still don’t believe it…
lewishamilton: proud of you man 🫂
charles_leclerc: YAY!!!
carlossainz55: he finally made it🥹🥹
mclaren: she could do better
user48: ADMIN ???
yukitsunoda: really?
alex_albon: still not convinced this is real 😅
user49: this whole comment section is killing me 😭
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yourusername: when he’s dad approved 😍
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mercedesamgf1: eh - Toto Wolff.
yourusername: father pls get instagram
georgerussell63: my beautiful gorgeous exquisite breathtakingly beautiful girl 😍😍🥰🥰
user50: need me a man like THIS.
lewishamilton; simp 🫵
yourusername: ??? who taught you that
lewishamilton; the internet
user51: now get married and have 3 kids !!!
georgerussell63: soon!
mercedesamgf1: NO NOT SOON. - Toto Wolff
f1: beautiful couple 😻
user52: THIS IS ADORABLE
user53: i need me a man who loves me as much as he loves y/n
user54: he waited 4 years for her 🥹🥹
user55: the train tracks looks really delicious right about now
user56: me and who ???
user57: why is george kinda sexy…
yourusername: how are you just realizing this now?
user57: IT TOOK YOU FOUR YEARS TO NOTICE ????
yourusername; no comment.
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was this written to solve my own inconsistencies because i keep forgetting Eddie literally hotwired the RV, they don’t need keys, why do you keep mentioning keys, you fool? maybe. do i also think they’d be this stupid? yes. ❤️
“Oh, son of a bitch,” Dustin says, midway to The War Zone.
Steve, who is used to this sort of outburst for things as mild as Dustin forgetting just one out of the eight pens on his person, does not react.
However Eddie—Hellfire rants aside—is not quite as familiar yet. He jumps practically a foot in the air.
“Jesus Christ, what now?”
All Dustin offers by way of explanation is an accusatory, “You,” pointing his finger right in Eddie’s face.
And then Eddie sees what’s dangling from said finger.
“… Oh.”
“What?” Steve says, glancing at the rearview mirror; Eddie quickly blocks Dustin from view, goes right up on his tiptoes and spreads his arms wide, curses when Dustin throws the keys—
—to Max, who catches them one-handed, who gives Eddie a grin that’s not so much pitying as it is evil, and then she—
—throws them to Lucas, and he somehow gets the metal ring to land on his finger, like he’s in a movie, and he twirls them round and round until Max snorts, and he grins like that had been his aim all along.
“Sinclair,” Eddie says, “I am begging you.”
“I’m not hearing much about what’s in it for him,” Erica says.
Aha! Eddie zeroes in on Erica and blocks her from Lucas, like a very unjust game of Keep Away.
“Dude,” Lucas says, affronted, “that’s not fair.”
Eddie has the decency to look a bit ashamed. Not too ashamed to stop because he is a pathetic man, but at least Steve still hasn’t noticed the—
“Lucas,” Erica says, in the aggrieved tones of a sister who’s despaired at him many, many times. “You’re on the basketball team. Just do a pass fake, nerd.”
Lucas feigns to the left, and Eddie falls for it—but, in what he’s sure is a completely unsportsmanlike move, he uses his height to his advantage, jumps…
And drops the keys with a clatter.
Steve must instantly recognise the sound for what it is, because he starts to cackle.
Eddie’s only saving grace is that Steve is driving, so at least he can’t see—
“Eddie’s going, like, super red in the face right now,” Dustin narrates helpfully.
“Scarlet,” Lucas says.
“Vermillion,” Robin pipes up from the floor.
“Ooh,” Dustin, Lucas, and Max chorus, impressed. Jesus Christ, they almost harmonize.
“Yeah, Eddie,” Steve says dryly, “you fucking moron. How did you miss those, it’s not like you had literally anything else on your mind.”
“You’re a real gentleman, Harrington, anyone ever told you that?” Eddie says weakly.
“Maybe once or twice,” Steve says, drawing it out teasingly, as if he means not often enough.
“Well, at least we got on the road,” Nancy says. Her voice quivers like she’s trying not to laugh—perched on the table, eyes shining with amusement. “And it did look pretty cool, Eddie.”
Eddie thinks this is an incredibly generous assessment, considering his main thought while breaking into the RV had been don’t get stuck in the window, Jesus Christ.
And then… like, he didn’t expect Steve to actually come up and watch him hotwire the damn thing, like, with rapt attention, so close that Eddie was kinda concerned he’d electrocute himself instead. Honestly, it was a miracle he got the engine started.
“That’s sweet of you, Wheeler, but I’m self-aware.”
“Since when?” Erica says.
Underneath everyone’s laughter, Steve grins and says, “Hey, don’t worry, man.” He catches Eddie’s eye in the rearview mirror, winks. “It was an educational experience.”
“Oh, wow, your face is even redder.”
“Henderson, I’m gonna put those goddamn keys so far up your ass.”
#in which i kept forgetting what hotwiring actually means so came up with this#they are ridiculous#i love them ❤️#pre steddie#eddie and the party#steddie ficlet#eddie munson ficlet#eddie and dustin#steve x eddie#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington
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i feel like spencers way of being “rougher” during sex wouldn't be like degrading or slapping but just being really fucking condescending and cocky and annoying especially if reader was getting smart with him / overly bratty like I KNOW he would chuckle at how fast your attitude would shift
remember when i said i was studying? i lied!! i would rather talk abt this than descartes
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spencer getting “rougher” during sex is if anything slowing down and getting more intentional so you can’t help but feel exactly what he’s doing, to the point where you can’t actually give him attitude anymore. even when he starts being as you said incredibly condescending. he can say anything he wants to you and you have no choice but to agree or tell him what he wants to hear because he knows your body like the back of his hand, knows exactly how to get the right reaction out of you, can essentially control you like a puppet
and because i don’t think he likes ACTUALLY being rough with you, degrading you, or being too controlling/manipulative, this is like the far end of the dominance spectrum for him. i don’t think he’d get like that often. if you’re giving him a LOT of attitude normally he doesn’t mind but sometimes he’s just not in the mood and needs to kind of gently put you back in your place. sometimes he doesn’t even have to condescend to you to get his point across, you say something he doesn’t like and he’ll just slow down until you’re a mess and then very sweetly go “what was that baby?” like so earnestly but knowing by that point you’ve been reminded that you don’t actually want to be a brat cause he’s so nice and gives you everything you want. if you ask him nicely, or he can tell it’s what you need, he’ll get there, but yeah for the most part he’s not going to exercise that much power over you. even though he knows he COULD lol
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could you elaborate on your thoughts on boom and 73 yards ( i agree with you i am just struggling to put into words why.)
boom was whatever. the initial conceit of the doctor being trapped and having to stay calm was really cool! i really like that. the ambulances that euthanize you if you're not deemed worthy of medical care and the tacky chatgpt hologram ghosts were both really cool ideas. it just doesn't stick the landing for me, the twists are contrived and fall apart given any thought whatsoever. like what the fuck were any of the soldiers Doing if there just straight up weren't any enemies. it's a twist that sounds cool to say more than it has any meaningful impact on the story or the stakes. i guess 'the arms manuifacturer created a fake conflict' is the intended emtional stakes there but that would hit like a hundred times harder if it was an actual conflict between two factions and people were dying, right? like if anything sending a christian militia to blow themselves up tae fuck on a nowhere planet instead of presumably killing actual living people is an improvement, surely?
also the resolution was dumb as fuck lol i am a huge hater of power of love saves the day shit not because i'm a cynical misanthrope but because it never fails to make me say 'oh so i guess nobody ever loved anybody before lol' and this is no exception like if one chatbot can shut down the whole operation beacuse he loves his daughter are we meant to believe that no other parents or hell nobody who loved anybody else for any reason died in this fake war before? it's cheap and schmaltzy and unearned. anyway the first twentyish minutes of this are all-time great doctor who and gatwa/gibson were incredible in it but it absolutely falls apart into a confused pileo f some of the worst Moffatisms at the end
73 yards on the other hand was incredible! obviously like it requires you to approach it with a different mindset to most of doctor who, right, doctor who usually furnishes you with the big explanation scnee where the doctor says 'well the ghosts were actually particle wave vectorforms created with the necros radiation from the god-king's techsceptre' or whatever--this is the usual narrative mode of sci-fi--but 73 yards is fantasy, right, this is the twilight zone, this is 'wouldn't that be fucked up?'. i interrogate the technical and logical specifics of boom so much when i think about it because that's the language boom is speaking, boom is framing itself within this logical, a-to-b worldview, the satisfying click-together puzzlebox. but 73 yards is a nightmare or a folk tale, right? kate stewart¹ says it herself, 'when faced with the inexplicable, we make up rules and apply them to it'.
so yknow reading it that way it all clicks together beautifully, right, (apart from russel t davies' embarassing swing and miss at Political Commentary in the middle. we get it davies you wrote years and years. we know. trust me we know). the doctor and ruby disrupt the binding circle, free mad jack, and are punished -- the doctor, as perpetrator, with being banished (perhaps in jack's place) and ruby with her worst fear coming true constantly, until ruby defeats mad jack, re-sealing him and fixing what she broke, at which point the circle rewards her by reversing the punishments. and the core horror i think is very effective and unsettling! the idea that there is something that someone could say to turn everyone against you, the closest people to you in your life, your own family, the institutions that are meant to deal with the exact problem you're having--that's fucking terrifying! and yknow i think especially as an autistic trans lesbian something that speaks to me a lot
so yeah. i think that boom establishes its logics and framework and then trips and falls onto its face while 73 yards does the same and then makes perfect use of them. that said i think in 20 years people who are autistic about doctor who will be like 'did you know in the 2020s there were two episodes in a row where the doctor caused the entire plot to happen by stepping on something' and thjatll be the main thing they're remembered for
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vampire!sevika x witch!reader who runs into you at the library when she’s returning books. (no smut … yet!??!) men and minors dni
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ:
Vampire!sevika who smells you, sickly sweet smell of a bakery, cigarettes and coffee. whose mouth starts to taste metallic. standing there and scenting the air, her eyes scrunched shut so no one sees the whites have turned crimson and her pupils are blown and black.
who tries to smile at you but feels her fangs extending a pain of hunger growing in her so she has to feed before she even comes near you.
vampire!Sevika who ignores all your advances with a smile and flippancy because she’s afraid she’ll hurt you if she gets too close.
vampire!Sevika whose hunting and spots you on a picnic, and has to claim she was hiking because she was caught staring.
vampire!Sevika who has to join you — seeing you alone in the woods too worrisome for her to leave you.
vampire!Sevika who then warms up to the idea of being around tou, not because she was dangerous but because she could protect you from things much worse than her
vampire!Sevika who starts leaving flowers at your work.
vampire!Sevika who is so used to providing she nearly cries when you send her your favourite book you “think you’ll really enjoy. It seems to match your old soul” with a plate of baked cookies on top.
vampire!Sevika who has her team watch out for you (as in stalk you 24 hours and report your movements back to her)
she thinks it’s the way you get to know someone — watch you , learn what you like so that she can anticipate your needs and be a good partner.
vampire!Sevika who thinks she’s ready to have dinner at your place when you offer.
and is stunned to see the sigils and candles, books and herbs inside, crystals lining the walls and refracting light into your living room.
When you stand silently at the door until she asks to be invited in, she’s immediately suspicious.
vampire!Sevika who’s been around long enough to realise you have a cloaking spell rune above your fireplace and knows she fucked.
because she doesn’t know anything about you — all her intel was messed with by your spell.
vampire!sevika who is now an entirely new level of nervous because not only are you intelligent and interesting and funny — you’re also more gorgeous than any face she’s seen in decades. eyes so unwarded and honest, skin soft and dewy. and your hands on hers — god it’s so soft—
and then she realises you’re asking about her daylight ring, you’re very fascinated you know about the type of rock that was used, it’s more popular century, the tiny runes inscribed de dismissed as aging.
vampire!Sevika who doesn’t stay for dinner when she smells your tea, the scent like burning razors in her nostrils. Vervain. A plant near deadly to vampires.
vampire!Sevika who excuses herself saying she has a cold and then receives a care package for her, which makes her realise the cookies you baked didn’t have any vervain in them. So she tries the food and it’s fine. more than fine it’s incredible. It makes her so hungry she has to feed.
vampire!sevika who only feeds on what she declared “scum of the earth,” she didn’t do it often at the risk of being caught but some nights, (like where she sees two men pulling a knife on a woman walking home from work — well with a knife it’s easy to make the deaths look … natural) she’s lucky.
vampire!Sevika who invites you over to her loft, it’s actually more dated than you’d expect. gold-yellow and red lilac and columbine flower wallpaper in the living room’s feature wall. With more modern pops in the furniture and essentials.
“A lot of your stuff is… antique,” you say smiling politely, a furrow in your brow. and Sevika laughs at the way you sit very very carefully on an old chesterfield sofa.
“I’ve reinforced them,” Sevika explains “they are old but, I can’t seem to let them go,”
“Family heirloom?” You guess, a lot of the stuff in here was too fancy to be sold at regular antiques in your area, which meant Sevika was rich, according to her furniture you guessed old money rich.
“that’s insane to have a family tree you can trace so far back you could have your own heirloom”
it was her brothers. they sat on it every night together in his first and only home, and talked in depth about nothing at all.
“My family is close, I am grateful,” Sevika says
the look in your eye. a twinkle of playful curiosity,
“and the ring is an heirloom also?” You ask, standing up to take another look around.
“this stuff if very english — your accent —“
”we moved when I was very little,” she interrupted quickly, that wasn’t entirely false. “I’ve lived here all my life,” that was lie.
you smile at her and quirk your head. she was so… guarded.
“what about your family?” Sevika asks, stepping toward you and guiding you with her hand on your lower back to the sofa. she opens a bottle of wine and pours it for you when she hears you say “salem” and nearly spills. you pretend not to notice and take the glass, thanking her.
“yeah, we fled during the salem trials, there was a much bigger pool of people then, than what’s documented,” you say and Sevika turns to you
”witches then,” Sevika says and lets a giggle slip when you say “of course, have you seen the way I dress?” so wooed by your boldness because yes, she has noticed the way you dress and she thinks you’re some kind of deity, the way your dresses and skirts fall over your thighs, and the way your jean overalls highlights your arms. she’s always mesmerised.
“you are a little whimsical, you sent me the metamorphosis by Franz kafka!” She rolls are eyes at the memory, she was kind of offended when she got it because really? but then when she read it with your note at the end she knew you were referencing yourself, explaining the way your mind works without really having to tell her. So Sevika is gentle with her words around you, makes sure your needs get catered to and makes sure that you always feel secure and loved.
🏷️ @archangeldyke-all @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @sapphicsgirl @sevsbaby @bimboprincezz @opropheticsoul
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it's so fucking wild how that genocide supporter thinks saying "legal killing of children" is the same as MURDER is doing a "disservice" to Palestinians. Like they have definitely never done Palestinians anything resembling a service. Honestly zionists are becoming increasingly disconnected from the normal human world in what they think is acceptable and I wish them the worst as soon as possible. I hate this world where the most evil country (US) basically controls everything.
The entire article is ridiculous in that it just completely ignores that Palestinians are occupied people and israel is occupier. Plus, everyone is accepting the premise that this is a war between hamas and Israel when it obviously is not. If you read the article, the person talks about how hamas' "propaganda" outdid Israel and Israel suffered as a result of it... when the reason people know about what's happening in Palestine barely has anything to do with hamas and is just random people and professional journalists documenting their people's slaughter. So the entire premise is incredibly racist and a misconstruction of what is actually happening.
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smut request : reader being so h-word, she wakes Tyrone up in the middle of the night.
A/N: It's okay to say the full word here. Reader woke up HORNY on DEMON TIME.
Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. PWP, PIV, Fingering (fem receiving), oral (male and female receiving) cursing, use of N word, Dirty talk. Non-inclusive language used. Rough sex, slight Daddy kink.
Summary: You were unable to sleep. No amount of techniques like counting sheep or thinking of the DMV will help. The only thing that will help put you to sleep is waking Tyrone up and letting him do his thing.
Word Count: 3,203k
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You tried. Honestly, you did. And if Tyrone asked you about it later, you’d swear up and down that you tried going to sleep but you just weren’t able to. You thought that if you closed your eyes, you’d be able to convince your brain to go on and relax.
You laid there, staring at the back of your eyelids, trying to dream up any number of made up scenarios. You tried counting sheep, you tried being rational. You tried thinking of boring things like the DMV or waiting in a long line. You thought of your coworking droning on and on about bullshit you didn’t care about.
Nothing worked. And what was worse, your groin was on fire with need. A burning need that made your pussy ache and limbs tingle. You thought something was wrong with you the first couple of times this happened, but by now, you just knew that you were properly addicted to Tyrone’s dick.
He wielded it like a painter with a brush, a writer with a keyboard, or a samurai with a sword. He took that shit seriously. It was incredible. You’d never known someone so dedicated to the craft of sex.
He snored softly next to you. Not loud enough to disturb your sleep, but enough to know that he was beside you and still breathing. You couldn’t see him in the dark. He hated sleeping with any type of light on.
You imagined that you could see his face while sleeping. The delicate lines of his face. His big lips. His wide nose. Imagining his features was just as bad as actually looking at him.
One look from him and you were ready to drop your panties and let him do what he wanted to you. Being his sex object was one of the most freeing experiences ever. And you needed more.
You went to bed on an incredible orgasm, cumming so loud that he covered your mouth with his big hand and let you scream in peace. “Shh, we don’t need them niggas calling the pigs,” he had whispered in your ear while he was still pumping into you.
You shivered. Fuck, you needed him again. You knew that you needed to wait this out. Or go to the bathroom to shower and handle it yourself. However, your addiction ran deeper than that. It wasn’t satisfied by cheap imitations. Your fingers weren’t big enough or long enough, not like his. Your vibrator wasn’t big enough or powerful enough to get you there.
You flipped onto your side, holding your breath in the too still room. You snaked your hand across Tyrone’s thick chest. He slipped on briefs and a tank top before you went to bed. Or maybe it was after? You passed out after he filled your pussy with his cum.
He didn’t move or acknowledge your hand on him. He continued to breathe deeply. You moved your hand lower, playing with the edge of his briefs. You two had talked about waking each other up to head or teasing, but neither one of you had been brave enough to cross that line yet.
You wanted to, desperately. You scooted closer to him, close enough to plant your lips next to his ear. “Baby…” You quietly sang in his ear. You started to tongue the lobe of his ear, softly sucking it into your mouth. Your hand ventured under his briefs, teasing his dick into your hand.
His snoring stopped for a bear before continuing again. You took a deep breath and hoped he wouldn’t hate you while you began to stroke him. Just enough to feel you on him. You supposed your biggest fear was that he’d wake up in a panic, swinging his arms at a perceived threat and accidentally hit you.
You knew it’d tear him up inside and you knew that your circle of family and friends were looking for an excuse for you to get rid of Tyrone. They believed that he was a thug, a gangster, and bad news. Yes, he had tattoos. Yes, he had a teardrop under his right eye. You loved to lick it while you were riding him.
For his safety, you didn’t want to scare him awake. But the way you were needy at the moment trumped everything. You just wanted him back inside. When he was inside you, the world made sense. You connected to some primal, feminine energy while he was and god, you needed to feel whole again.
“Tyrone,” you said, a bit louder. You gripped the base of his dick, like you knew he liked. You massaged his dick and then moved on to his balls, rubbing the right side. The side that you knew made him twitch and earn you a moan.
Tyrone’s voice grumbled in the back of his throat. You kissed on his neck and then down his chest. You bit in certain places, only hard enough to pull him from his dreams. Tyrone’s dick twitched in your hand, so you kept going.
You freed his dick from his briefs, licking your lips. You couldn’t see him. But fuck, you could feel him. And smell that husky musk of him. You wrapped your lips around his thick head, sucking him in and teasing his head.
Tyrone grunted and shifted, flattening out on the bed to give you better access. He didn’t say anything, so you weren’t sure if he was conscious yet. You kept going at the invitation, letting your saliva coat his dick.
Your sucking turned louder and more lewd, sloppily slurping the tip of his dick. “Mf-fuck,” Tyrone grumbled.
You adjusted your head, turning to suck more of him down. All the way to the base. He was so velvet smooth and hard as steel in your mouth. His tip brushed against your cheeks. You flicked your tongue across his tip and he jerked his hips forward.
“Hey baby,” you said around his dick.
“Don’t talk with ya mouth full,” he said. His voice was rough with sleep. Deeper. You nodded on his dick so that he knew you understood and went back to sucking him.
You fondled his balls while you did so, finding a comfortable rhythm for you. Tyrone jerked his hips, fucking your mouth in unison like he wanted you to take more of him. You obliged, taking him as deep as you were able to without gagging.
Your pussy throbbed and ached, getting turned on at the prospect of doing a good job. Of pleasing him. His answering grunts and shuttered breathing let you know that he was close. His massive hands gripped your neck, careful of your bonnet and pulled you lower.
You moaned. He answered in kind. “Almost there,” he whispered. You increased your strokes, taking him faster and deeper until he was nearly bottomed out in your mouth. You relaxed your jaw, letting him fuck you how he needed.
“Uhn-fuuuck,” he groaned. His dick pulsed as cum filled your mouth. You swallowed it all down, greedily, tongue darting past your swollen lips to get more of it.
Tyrone’s panting was all that you could hear as you straightened up in bed, wiping the corners of your mouth.
“Are you okay?” You asked. You got to your knees and scooted forward, rubbing his stomach. Tyrone’s breaths began to even out. You had no warning before Tyrone flipped you onto your stomach.
One minute you were facing him and the next minute, you were pushed onto your stomach while Tyrone positioned himself behind you. He leaned on your back, placing his lips next to your ear.
“What you doing, waking Daddy up outta his sleep?” He asked. He didn’t sound angry, but still…
“I’m sorry! I need you!” You yelled.
You wiggled your ass for emphasis against his groin. You felt his bulge thicken against the back of your legs and you wiggled again. If he stuck his hand between your legs, he’d see how fucking horny you were. You fell asleep naked, so there was nothing but his briefs preventing you from what you wanted most.
“Oh, you need Daddy’s dick?” He asked. He didn’t move. He didn’t touch you. He continued to place his lips against your ear, licking the shell of your ear and causing a shiver to run down your spine. The sensation ought to be unpleasant, but fuck, it only made you burn more.
“Please,” you whispered. You wished that you could see his face. See what kind of reaction you were going to get. Tyrone liked keeping you on your toes. Not in a mean way. He just wanted you to get used to any surprises from him, which was a wonderful thing. It usually came in the form of unexpected gifts or sex.
Tyrone leaned up and then slapped your ass. The slap rang in the quiet room. Heat bloomed on your ass. “Fuck!” You shivered.
“Didn’t I put you to sleep earlier?” Tyrone asked. He rubbed the spot where he slapped. It was weird that he was able to do way more than you could without light. You needed light for everything. Tyrone was like a damn vampire, he preferred big lights to be off whenever possible.
“Yes!” You yelled. He slapped your ass again and you pitched forward. Tyrone grabbed your hips and pulled you back into his dick.
“So you sayin’ I ain’t do my job the first time?” He asked.
“Wha–” He smacked your ass a handful of times, each one harder than the last. You cried after every one, but the cries soon turned to moans as the sting settled into your skin and spread to your pussy.
Your pussy throbbed, needing to be filled right this damn second. You wiggled your hips against his dick. “No! I’m sorry–I didn’t mean to say–”
Tyrone chuckled at your attempts to fumble over yourself explaining. You stopped trying and sighed. “You get on my nerves!” You yelled. You tried to move away from him. He kept an iron grip on your hips, chuckling away.
“I get on your nerves? You woke me up for some dick,” he said.
“Not anymore, move!” You said. This was why you didn’t initiate shit. You always felt silly trying to act sexy and desirable. But Tyrone had mentioned that he liked when you made the first move, because it was hard to tell if you truly were in the mood or simply going along for his benefit.
Tyrone didn’t move. He trailed one finger through your wet heat, stilling you instantly. Your bottom lip quivered from that contact alone. “This don’t feel like you want me to move. You sure?” He asked.
He pushed that finger inside you and it was enough to make you arch your back, putting your ass in the air, and spreading yourself for him. That brief flash of hurt was quickly replaced with desire as he finally touched you.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to tease. But fuck! Not everyday you surprise me, baby,” he said. He fucked you with that single finger, listening to all the ways you whimpered and moaned. You felt so fucking good, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more.
“Moreee,” you groaned out. Tyrone only chuckled. He pulled his finger out and swirled your dripping juices around your clit. You moaned, lungs burning with all the heavy breathing you were doing.
He pushed his finger back inside, fucking you slowly. “Fuuck, please, Tyrone,” you pleaded. You didn’t want nice and steady at the moment.
“Tell me what you need then,” he said.
“You. I want your dick inside me,” you said.
“I was already inside you. Or do you want more cum down that pretty throat?” He asked. You clenched around his finger and Tyrone groaned.
“You like when I talk nasty, huh?” He asked.
You nodded, realized he couldn’t see you, and then you grunted. “Yes, baby, I love it,” you whimpered.
“You want more cum down your throat? Or you want me to fill up this sexy ass pussy?” He asked. You clenched around his finger once more, almost unsure which one to pick. You loved having him in your mouth. Loved delivering a tenth of the pleasure he gave you. But you didn’t wake him up just to give him head.
“Fill up my pussy,” you breathed.
“I ain’t hear you,” he said.
“Fill up my pussy,” you stated again, cheeks starting to burn.
“I must still be sleep. I can’t hear shit,” Tyrone said.
You smiled, despite yourself. You hated him. You loved him. “Fill my pussy up!” You yelled.
“Aight damn, no need to shout. First, you gotta pay for making me cum before you,” he said.
“What! You said we could wake each other up with head!” You yelled.
“Fuck that gotta do with making me cum before you?” He asked. You could hear the smile in his voice. He scooted back, moving the covers off of the bed. He dropped lower, onto his belly, and then pulled your thighs closer to him.
He nosed his way through your wet folds, using his thumbs to spread you apart. “Fuck, you smell so good,” he moaned. “All wet and dripping for me. Finna eat like a king tonight.”
You whimpered while his lips finally teased your entrance. You cried while his tongue explored your folds, seeking out your clit. You moaned while he began to tongue you down from the back, teasing and licking you.
Fuck, his tongue needed to be studied. Because with a few simple licks and teases, you were ready to explode. “Let me hear you,” Tyrone said in between licking you.
You moaned louder, sighing with every pleasurable lick and suckle of his lips. His sucking was loud, ringing in your ears. You gushed more into his mouth and he groaned, slapping your ass in pleasure.
“Fuck, Tyrone! I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” You came with a loud yell, shaking and twitching while he groaned and continued eating you out. Your sensitive clit rebelled but your brain loved that he kept going.
When the last shiver left you, Tyrone stopped with a satisfied hum. “Taste so fuckin’ good,” he said. He left sloppy kisses on your ass while he got to his knees.
He pushed two fingers inside you and you yelled out, swinging one of your hands behind you. Tyrone grabbed your wrist and pinned it to your back. You were using your other arm for precarious balance so you couldn’t risk trying to push him away with that arm.
“Naw, baby, relax on that shit,” he cooed at you while he continued to drive his fingers inside your wet pussy. You flooded his fingers down to the knuckle, he moved with ease inside of you.
“Ty-please,” you moaned.
“This what you wanted right?” He asked.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” you moaned. He was right. This was what you wanted. For this burning ache to leave you. This first orgasm took the edge off, but he was driving you right back there the more he pumped his fingers in.
“I need…your dick…inside of me,” you moaned.
“Oh! Is that what you need?” Tyrone asked, humor lacing every inch of his words. He knew full well what you needed and opted to torture you instead.
Tyrone withdrew his fingers, licking up your essence. He moaned, and then shifted behind you. He got off of the bed and shifted some more. Then, he fumbled for your hips before yanking you backwards.
You yelped as he positioned himself behind you. You were at the end of the bed, hanging off of the corner. There were precious few inches from your knee sliding off of the bed completely.
Tyrone stepped closer, grabbed his dick, and ran it through your wet folds. You moaned. “Yesyesyesyesyes,” you moaned as he coated the tip of his dick. Then he pushed forward and your eyes bugged out, screaming for him.
Tyrone groaned, low and deep as he planted himself, balls deep inside. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned. “You always grip this shit so well.”
Pleasure hummed through your veins. Tyrone moved slowly, getting the rest of his dick well and truly soaking with your essence. He groaned with every deep stroke, with every tortured sigh you gave him.
He dropped his head down to your neck and licked up the sweat gathered there. He dropped kisses to your back and ear. He leaned one arm down on the bed, close to your head. His other hand gripped your hip while he stroked.
“I need it harder, baby,” you moaned.
Tyrone stroked harder, hitting a deep spot inside of you that only he could reach. Your eyes crossed and your mouth dropped open. Fuuuck, yess, that was all you needed.
You moaned harder, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts. “That’s right baby, fight for that shit. Fight for what you need,” he coaxed in your ear.
“Faster?” You moaned.
“You asking or telling me?” He asked.
“Faster!” You yelled out.
Tyrone chuckled, kissed your shoulder, and then stood back up. He gripped your hips in his hands once more and then started hammering away at your pussy. You screamed, fingers bunching the sheets beneath you.
“Just like that! Just like that!” You panted.
Tyrone growled, moving in and out of you like he was possessed. It felt as close to heaven as you were going to get. You felt wholly full and feminine and sweet and girly that your brain fritzed out and you were cumming with the violent force of a hurricane.
Tyrone screamed with you, climaxing at the squeeze of your pussy. He drenched you in his cum. So much pulsed out of him that it started to leak out of you, running down the sides of your legs.
Tyrone slowed down, still dragging his hips forward like they had a mind of their own. He finally slowed down and your legs shook. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore.
“Thank you, baby. Thank you,” you panted on the bed. You finally felt satiated. That raw, hungry need no longer pressing into your mind and making you feel crazy. You curled up like a kitten when Tyrone slipped out of you.
Tyrone kissed your shoulder and your back. He left the room, finding his way in the dark without issue. He returned with a warm towel, wiping away the worst of the stickiness. You hummed your appreciation.
Tyrone came back to the room and felt for you. “Now, can you let me get some sleep?” He asked you. He lifted you and placed you back in your original spot.
“Yes, Daddy, thank you,” you said, reaching for his cheeks and pulling him into a sweet kiss. He still faintly smelled like you and you grinned against his lips. “I love you,” you said.
“I love you too, baby. Get some sleep,” he said.
He climbed into the bed with you, sliding his arm under your pillow, and then sidled up against your back. He felt like a personal heated blanket as your back warmed up deliciously. He planted one final kiss to your temple and then you drifted off peacefully into la la land.
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Heavenly Pleasure ♡
⋆｡˚✩ : Angel!reader x Occultist!Kazuha
⋆｡˚✩ , genre: smut, nsfw
⋆｡˚✩ , synopsis: Kazuha wants to try summoning a demon, yet to his surprise he summons an angel?? You're curious about human love, so he decides to teach you just how it is to "love" <3
⋆｡˚✩ , cw: fingering and oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, usage of pet name (angel), reader is really innocent and lowkey turns into a whore at the end lmaoaoao, your angel wings are sensitive for some reason and uhh I also added aftercare :3
⋆｡˚✩ , note!!: there are 2k words + omg this is my first time ever writing I'm sorry if it sucks lmaoaooaoa
Kazuha was a college student who specialized in literature. He was pretty popular and attractive, he was also amazing at poetry. You would never expect that such a nice guy like him would be interested in occult.
Last night he took one of the occult books he found in the library and tried to do a ritual to summon a demon. Was he really expecting it to work? Well, no. But he still wanted to give it a try.
It's the middle of the night when he wakes up in a cold sweat. He feels a strange presence next to him and sees a pale, feathery, human like creature sitting on the edge of his bed, giving him a sweet smile. It was you.
So.. how exactly did this happen? Well, yesterday while Kazuha was doing the ritual, he got some stuff wrong and instead of summoning a demon he summoned an angel. You heard his call and came down to earth to see your summoner.
Kazuha looks at you in shock. "What the hell..? Is this a dream? It gotta be..." You look at him with a sweet smile. "No, it's real!! I'm the angel you summoned last night!" you declare.
Kazuha's mind was racing with thoughts as to why an angel would be in his room right now.
"An angel? So the the ritual I did actually worked??" He seems to think about the situation he's on right now, panicking a bit. "Fuck..! How do I get rid of it..?!"
Get rid of it?? Oh.. did he mean me? You frown when you realize he infact did. "You wanna get rid of me..? Why?" You look up at him, your eyes staring into his amber ones.
He seems to notice your sadness and reconsiders his decision, immediately trying to make you feel better, after all he wouldn't wanna sadden an angel. "N-no! I mean.. uhh..." He looks away thinking of what words to use next. "I don't know... What do I even do with an angel..?"
Why would he call you if he doesn't know what to do with you? You were clueless. "Well... I don't know, you're the one who summoned me after all, so.. you decide what you wanna do." You say and smile at him again.
"Well, you do have a good point..." He was still unsure about what to do with his unexpected visitor. "So.. what's your name?" He says, trying to make some small talk. He was quite charming, yet also incredibly awkward.
"I'm [name]" you say. He smiles at you. "What a pretty name, fitting for an angel such as yourself." He looked at you more closely now, taking in your pretty features. He thought you were extremely pretty but well.. being an angel probably helped with that.
After a short pause he notices how he has been staring at you and blushes, looking away in embarrassment. "I'm Kazuha..." is what he stammers out, refusing to look you in the eyes. You smile at him, you didn't mind the staring at all! He was pretty cute... "That's such a pretty name!!" You say happily.
This just makes Kazuha's face go a deeper shape of red. "Oh, thank you..." He says with a gentle smile on his face. Then after a few seconds he awkwardly shuffles in his place. "Are you like, here to judge me or something..? You know, since you're an angel and stuff..."
You're a bit taken aback by his question. "Oh no, of course not! I'm here because you summoned me!!" He sighs happily. "Well that's a relief, though... How did I even manage to summon you?" You just look at him and dryly answer. It didn't make sense to you that he was even asking that in the first place... "With the ritual."
"Right, right... So you're like a real celestial being from up there?" He points up to the ceiling. You giggle a bit at the way he's acting. "Yup!! Straight from heaven!!" You stand up and do a little spin to show off your wings and halo. "See?"
Kazuha looked at you and smiled, seemingly impressed by your features. "Archons.. you look as if you're straight out of a book or something..." He couldn't help but stare a bit longer, admiring your beauty.
You just give him a sweet smile in response. Kazuha's heart skipped a beat at your sweet look. "So you just.. hang around looking pretty?" He chuckles awkwardly, obviously not used to holding conversations with the supernatural.
You giggle at his question. "I guess so..? I'm still pretty new to all of this to be honest." You blush a bit. He thinks a bit and then opens his mouth to ask another question. "Anyways.. I summoned you, you're here and you'll do anything that I want? Right..?" You nod at his question.
This was a once in a life time offer for Kazuha. He looked you up and down, he seemed to be mesmerized by the beautiful details of your feathery wings. You wait patiently for his request and after a moment he stands up, a bit nervous to ask you what he wishes for.
He points at your wings. "Can I take a closer look..? Or like.. you know... Touch them?" You smile at his request and accept. "Of course you can!!"
Kazuha approached you and started gently caressing your wings. He carefully checks out every detail of your pretty feathers while gently grazing his fingers across them.
You let out a little sound. It felt weird to have your wings touched... Kazuha's face flushed a bit when he took notice of your sound. "Does it feel good..?" You feel your face heat up by his touch. "It feels a bit.. weird..? It's kinda sensitive... But good!" Kazuha looks at you with a gentle smile. "I'm glad it's good..."
Kazuha understood that your feathers were sensitive and he didn't wanna make you feel uncomfortable but the sounds you make and the way your body reacts to his touch was just mesmerizing... I mean, it couldn't be a sin right..? He was just caressing you, gently... Not at all sexually!! Well, just.. just a bit maybe...
His hand travels from your wings to your soft cheeks. You giggle a bit at his touch and the way he's blushing "That's not my wing.." He blushes a bit and looks into your eyes. "Am I allowed to touch you elsewhere..?"
Well, what could possibly go wrong? He seems like a nice guy!! Right? You smile at him "Sure, go ahead." His hand travels over your soft features and eventually ends up on your inner thigh, his face flushes red when you shiver at his touch.
"Are you okay..? I-I can stop.." You shake your head, "No no.. continue.. it just felt a bit weird." He looks at you a bit guilty, knowing that what he was doing just had to be a sin, get he couldn't hold himself back. Well, I mean, he didn't fuck you yet so it's okay!
His hand reaches up higher and you open your legs out of instinct, letting him see up your dress. He notices that and his thumb softly presses on your clothed clit making your eyes open wide as you whine at the feeling. Your face feels hot.. your whole body does actually.
"Kazuha.. It feels weird when you touch there..." He stops his motion on your clothed cunt which makes you.. rather sad. "I.. I should stop then..." Before he can pull his hand away you get a hold of it, pulling it against yourself again. "No.. don't stop.. I want more... I'm just not used to this..."
His face grows red and well, the color in his face isn't the only thing that grows. Yet you don't notice the growing tent in his pants. You were too focused on this new sensation you had discovered. Kazuha pulls against your panties "May I?" You nod, he knows better than you when it comes to this stuff so you put all your trust into him.
He mutters something under his breath after he takes your panties off, you didn't quite get what he said but it sounded something like "so pretty.." Kazuha rubs your clit and lowers himself down until he's facing your bare core, before you can mutter something about how this is embarrassing he starts licking your clit.
Which results with you moaning out his name. He places his middle finger right infront your entrance "I-Ill put my finger in..." You were a bit confused. "In..? In me..?" He blushes even more when you look at him with those innocent eyes. "Y-yes.. it'll feel good for you..."
"O-okay... I'm ready then" He gently pushes his finger in, "Archons... You're so tight, yet also wet..." he starts to rub your insides gently and latches his tongue back on your little bud. You moan and clench around his fingers, "Ah! It feels good..! M-more..."
"Needy.." he smiles and pushes his ring finger in too, watching the way your body takes him in. He fingers you with wet squelches and sucks on your clit. You shake as a weird feeling engulfs you, it felt good, almost too good. It's like there's a coil in your stomach, about to snap.
"Kazuha.. too much... I feel like I'm gonna..." You didn't know what it was, but there was something... Kazuha immediately understood that you were about to cum. And so.. he stopped. "Why..? Why did you stop..?" You whine at the lost of contact.
"I want your first time coming to be on my cock, angel" Your face grows hot at his dirty words. "So vulgar..." You look away and try to hide your flushed gaze. "Sorry, angel..." You smile at him "Never said I didn't like it..."
He grins and undresses both you and himself. He begins playing with your perky nipples making you softly sigh at his touch. "You're so pretty angel..." Your eyes travel down to his erection. "Kazuha..." You mumble his name. Your hand goes to his cock, you rub your finger over his head which was already leaking precum.
"Fuck.. angel... I can't take it anymore... Can I, can I fuck you..?" Fucking..? What was that again... "What is that..?" Oh, that's right. You were an angel, literally from heaven. Of course you didn't know what that was.
"Um.. I wanna make love to you... Do you know what that is..?" Love.. love... The word left a sweet taste in your tongue. "Love... I've always wondered what it is like to love. I heard so much about it, yet never felt love..." He smirks at your words, so cute and innocent.
"I'll teach you all about it then, don't worry angel, you'll feel a lot of love tonight." He climbs on top of you and aligns his cock with your wet entrance. "I'll be gentle... But make sure to tell me if it hurts, okay?"
Before you can answer he pushes himself in, feeling your soft walls engulfing all of him. You moan and grip his sheets, looking up at him and then back to where you are connected. His hips stutter and he hisses when he's finally all in.
"Fuck.. angel, you're so tight..." You grip his arm with one of your hands and look up at him with pleading eyes. "Huh? Oh, you wanna hold my hand?" He gives you a sweet smile and gently places his hand on top of yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he starts moving his hips slowly.
"So, ah.. fucking cute... Even while you're being fucked by me..."
"Kazuha.. it feels good when you ahh.. move..!" Kazuha's pace picked up as you said that, his thrusts getting harder and deeper. His wet lips met yours in a passionate kiss, your tongues tangling together as you shared your mutual pleasure. The sound of your heavy breathing and wet slapping of flesh on flesh filled the room, creating an erotic symphony.
Everything after that was a haze, Kazuha was kissing and licking you all over, it felt like you were melting from the pleasure. The only sounds you could get out being moans and whines. Everything was a blur, the only thing you could think of was Kazuha Kazuha Kazuha...
Until you suddenly got that weird feeling in you again, everything feeling even more sensitive. Kazuha could already feel you were close by how your thighs started shaking and how you were clamping down on him.
"Ah–!♡ Angel..! I'm ahn– I'm gonna cum too, fuck.. cum– cum with me..!♡" You moan shamelessly and hold on tight to him, something in you screams that you want.. no, need him to do whatever that cumming thing was inside of you.
"Kazuhaa!♡ Cum– cum inside of me!!♡♡ Ahhnn..!♡ Fuck– faster!! Ohhh– keep going.. just like that..!" He seems to get even more aroused, if that was even possible. He snaps his hips against yours fast and hard, making you shake with each thrust.
"I thought you were ahh–!♡ Supposed to be an angel... Yet you're saying such unholy things right ahn– now! Did I fuck the innocence out of you, angel?♡♡♡" You can't even answer and only manage to blabber some words about how you're gonna cum and then your orgasm washes over you. Kazuha finishes with a loud moan, his warm load filling you up and painting your insides white.
The only thing you could hear now was the panting of you both. Kazuha pulls out of you and lays beside you. "You did so good angel..." He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. "It felt like nothing I've ever felt before..." is what you say, tired after what you just did.
"You really made me feel like I was in heaven." You just smile at him and he suddenly stands up. "Noo.. don't go..!" He giggles when you say that "I'm gonna get a wet towel to wipe you off. I'll be right back!"
After a few minutes he's back and starts gently wiping you off, getting rid of the sticky mess you two created. Especially between your thighs.. both your and his cum dripping down your them. He gets you all clean though!!
He also rummages through his closet and takes out a few clothes and put them on you. They were warm and comfortable, plus they smelled just like him... "I hope you're comfortable right now..." He smiles at you and takes you in his arms. "More comfortable than I ever was before..." You mumble and cuddle up to him.
He looks down at you, adoring you. "Get some sleep angel, I know you're tired. I'll be here in the morning, still laying right beside you." ...you wanted to tell him something. What was it..? Oh! "I love you..."
He freezes at your words and looks at you, dazzled. "I– I love you too..." He said, still not believing that you just told him that. He hugs you tight and caresses your soft hair, massaging your scalp until you fall asleep in his arms.
#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#kazuha#kazuha smut#genshin imagines#kazuha imagines#genshin x reader#kazuha x reader#sub reader#kaedehara kazuha#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader
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im a multishipper. i ship buddie and bucktommy. but if im being honest one side is being incredibly more hateful and toxic than the other side. (aka the one thats been around longer) maybe i’ve taken off my rose-colored shipping glasses, but seeing ppl make hate posts abt tommy/lou gives me the ick. it makes me actually realize why oliver left twt. bitterness will get you nowhere. if buddie is meant to happen then it’ll happen. you cannot force it to happen. everything i’ve seen and read tells me buddie was more of a consideration pre-s5 than it is currently. and that fucking sucks but just because things aren’t going your way doesn’t mean you need to get on the internet and be a bully. it’s truly mind-boggling to see people so intense in their hate for a character that has righted his wrongs, who is now friends with the people he wronged, is well-liked among said characters and is now being a positive influence on buck’s newfound sexuality. their dynamic is also nothing new, pessimist/optimist ship dynamics have been around forever and it’s only a problem because it’s not eddie.
i would be happy for buddie to go canon as much as the next guy. getting buck canonically bisexual is mind-blowing enough in itself, i’m glad we’re witnessing it at all. if ryan doesn’t want to do buddie because he feels its important they stay friends then so be it. platonic friendships between a queer man and straight man are important, especially one that runs so deep like buck and eddie’s. sure, their friendship could be read as romantic throughout the show, but partly because oliver and ryan truly share a great chemistry on screen which helps lean into it but also because these shows are not written with an endgame in mind. 9-1-1 is very much a go with the flow show, and if bucktommy is where the show is flowing then that’s what is meant to be. invisible string theory isn’t because ppl think it was always planned from the beginning, it’s because it’s amazing how well buck and tommy becoming a couple comes together so perfectly out of pure coincidence.
we know buck was supposed to be made queer long ago. we also know maddie originally was brought in for eddie but was put with chimney instead. if tim minear hadn’t left after s4 i truly think buddie could have been already established by now, but unfortunately that isn’t how things work. perhaps the idea of tommy and eddie was pitched but ultimately ryan didn’t agree it would work for these character nor the story being told at the time. buck was already supposed to be queer, so turning it to tommy and buck instead makes total sense.
no one is saying you aren’t allowed to continue to ship buddie. most ships in the world are ships that have never gone canon. buddie is valid even if it’s non-canon. god knows i will continue to read and write for them and enjoy them whilst also enjoying buck and tommy together. the behavior i’ve been seeing though is just weird, especially from larger creators who i understand are very passionate for buddie, but it’s weird when you flip it into tommy/lou hate instead of just talking about buddie itself.
perhaps the theories will be true. we don’t know! maybe buck and tommy won’t last and buddie will be endgame. i’m happy either way because buck’s sexuality is so important for him and at the current state of the show eddie is absolutely not ready for anything romantic because he’s still grieving shannon to a point where he is not ready to move on romantically just yet and we’re literally shown this. even if buddie is happening, it is not happening by the season finale nor is it probably happening by the beginning of s8 considering the current storylines and where they’ll be at by the end of this season. lou probably isn’t going anywhere and from the looks of it, we’ll probably be bumped up into a semi-regular character in s8 like karen. he’s easy to write into the plot, he’s got connections to people and emergencies outside of buck that would integrate him well into the plot. their romance is supposed to be “romcom” esque, they’re taking things slow but they’re obviously happy together at the moment.
im just really tired of the nasty attitudes ive been seeing. sure theres are som toxic people on both sides, but to me its obvious which side is being the bigger bully. reality checks needs to be put in place for some people, go outside and realize you are getting way too worked up over a tv show where plotlines are out of your control. if the show is ruined for you over one relationship then stop watching it.
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any thoughts on evan's upbringing? i know he's an insect child, but is an abusive Baba Rosier in the cards for you? or simply neglectful? would love to hear your thoughts on the twin's childhood
scuttling around on the ceiling at the prospect of discussing the Rosier Family Pureblood Lineage
my favorite headcanon is that the twins were raised by their 107 year old wizard grandparents. i love this in modern aus as well... they are strongly out of touch with kids their age because they only grew up interacting with Incredibly Old People
their parents are entirely out of the picture to me. this could be for any reason, but i think they died. hence why the twins were packed off from cairo to england at a young age
(my further headcanon is that it was dragonpox that did them in. the rosier clan is just generally historically pretty sickly & wispy & unearthly & prone to coughing frailly into a blood-splattered napkin on a fainting couch) (those eyebags are hereditary)
i don't think they were abused!! their childhood was pretty fine!! this sets them apart from the other skittles in a way that's interesting to explore (this is part of why barty is so entranced by evan, especially early on. he notices the one slytherin pureblood child who doesn't flinch at slamming doors)
NEGLECT, HOWEVER, is central to how i characterize them. their grandparents didn't give a single fuck what they did, so long as they turned up to formal family dinner. they barely saw them
the rosiers were raised by a lackluster revolving cast of private tutors & nannies but like. BARELY. and they were always skiving off lessons with zero consequences
Rosier Manor is a far-flung country estate, which compounded the isolation. it's an ancient pureblood house but very decrepit, with lots of old rooms to explore & doilies on tables & moving hallways. less oppressive than grimmauld place. it's airy and a bit overgrown with plants and surrounded by greenhouses. unexpectedly pleasant (if not a bit unbecomingly country-ish) considering how creepy both the twins turned out. that was all just them.
their upbringing was highly Formal but not Strict, if that makes sense. the twins were good at playing obedient (if quiet) matching golden-headed darlings for the brief hour every day they had lessons or meals with their grandparents, but the rest was theirs to explore the grounds. there were expectations to follow, but they never felt extremely Stifled. just bored
as any reader of this blog can tell you. rosier twins being homeschooled up until 3rd year is CANON TO MEEE
pandora inherited the estate. i think it was encoded into her blood because she was born the Male Heir. but evan would be the one to actually move in, had he lived.
#a#rosier twins#Evan meta tag#once again yapping but I THINK ABOUT THIS CONSTANTLYYYY#rosier family lineage is MY ralston potter or whatever the fuck. forever sickliest pureblood at any given function#<- the argument could be made that this contributed to evan's special interest in medicine
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Penny for your thoughts about this thread? Just wanna hear some more opinions from people who work in the industry.
I don't want to fucking talk about pricing and monetization and markets and how F2P live service titles have warped the industry beyond recognition anymore.
The insights look good (of course they look good, this guy literally worked with Square Enix) I just can't fucking take it anymore I know what he says before I even finish reading the tweets and it's reminding me of how I started getting into learning game development in 2010-2011? (I don't remember anymore it's been that long) and EVERY SINGLE TALK AND MEETUP AND LECTURE WAS ABOUT MONETIZATION (to be fair, my local industry was a small one that could only really support mobile back then)
I watched all of this happen. I saw how the mobile industry's designs slowly bled out of mobile and into the AAA industry, warping it forever. I was in college when I first learned what minnows, dolphins, and whales were and why your games ought to be fishing for whales. I watched Team Fortress 2 go from a premium game you got all the content at the start to introducing lootboxes (they popularized that shit outside the gacha sphere btw, people blame Overwatch, but TF2 started that trend) to going F2P. I've been an active Dota player since 2012, meaning I was there when the concept of Battlepasses were first birthed into the world during 2013's The International 3 and which made other companies realize live service titles could gain yet another psychological hold on people to add on to World of Warcraft's skinner boxes.
"We are seeing standard singleplayer games no longer able to gain new audiences as they are crowded out by increasingly growing live service titles like Fortnite" "Why would someone spend 60 dollars to play FF16 for 100 hours when they could continue playing Fortnite and Minecraft and Roblox for free where all their friends are"
I have seen all of this before I remember when Overwatch first came out in 2016 a peculiar statistic was that almost every popular title at the time saw their playerbase drop as everyone moved to Overwatch, EXCEPT for Dota 2's because of how hard Valve had captured their audience to the point where they would not play other games. Of fucking course everyone else learned that was actually an incredibly efficient way to make money forever and they should do that too (except Dota was free and had all characters and all game mdoes unlocked for free, but these other games would now ask you for 60 dollars to play as 4 guys with a 100 hr grind for the rest)
I might feel a little unhinged right now because I have worked for two weekends straight and it's a Sunday night (EDIT - put it in drafts and it is now Monday and I am at work) and I'm still at work working on video games and tomorrow will be Monday and another work week working on video games where if we don't sell our upcoming titles my job is toast but fuuuuuuccckkk dude I just wanted to help make things that people would find fun
Capitalism and corporate greed (but I repeat myself) has twisted an industry that was already shitty in the 90s to be something hideous and completely hostile to the idea of creatives being able to make games that are meant to be played, finished, and remembered fondly and even wholly single player one and done experiences like Insomniac's Spider-Man games need to fill themselves up with checklists or else their audience will claim they got ripped off because the time they spent on it was simply not worth the money which STILL happened with Spider-Man 2 anyway
I'm not against live service games as a concept I love seeing a title like Dota get constant support since 2011 (or 2003ish if you want to count the original WC3 mod) and witness it grow and evolve with the times but I hate how it's become increasingly difficult for other games to exist.
I don't actually have a point to make here I'm just rambling. FF7Rebirth was fucking great though (and I hated FF7Remake as a game) so I hope it actually makes its sales target eventually so it doesn't scare Square into adding even more bullshit filler or worse into the 3rd game. I need to play Vincent Valentine with Rebirth's combat system. it's not a want, but a need. A thirst even.
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Tucker but he actually has some fucking character growth after his time as a diplomat with his son (inspired/based on the fic Lazarus Left the Tomb by Illusion_of_Sea_Axes on ao3 that I recommend reading even though it is not finished oh my god it is so good go read it)
Tucker but he learns how to use his sword since his diplomacy requires him to CONSTANTLY INTERACT WITH THE PEOPLE WHO MADE IT so as perks, the Sangheilios who like him teach him how to use it. Downside, he has to use it a lot since hostile Sangheilios are constantly trying to kill him and his son. Perk, Tucker gets really, really good at using his laser sword.
Tucker splitting from Junior before the desert temple because his kid deserves to have a normal childhood not completely ruined by war and fighting and trauma. (It's so much harder being away from his kid than he ever thought it would be).
Tucker holding his own at the desert temple for MONTHS without reinforcement and getting very good at strategizing, surviving off little, and spends a lot of time self-reflecting about his life (Blood Gulch, Junior, the UNSC, Sangheilios, his horrible flirting habits, how he doesn't want to die covered in sand). He ends up better for it.
Tucker coming to Chorus as a more mature, responsible, and respectful person as well as a skilled soldier. (He doesn't follow Wash's training regimen because a) it's funny to piss off Wash, b) he's pissed that Church left him and is taking it out on Wash and c) he has his own way of training that works much better for him and he despises the way Wash wants him to train.
Tucker joining the New Republic and being an incredible asset to them. His flirting has dialed down to something actually endearing and not fucking harassment and he's actually kind of suave and charismatic. He's kind to recruits and teaches them how he wished he was taught. He gets sent on missions not because he's the best they got, but because he's good at what he does. Felix actually struggling to slow Tucker down/sabotage the New Republic and has to put some actual effort into fighting him both when Tucker is trying to get approval for The Mission and when they have their knife fight at the tower. (Tucker holds back at the tower to get Felix more comfortable into rambling and lets himself lose. Getting stabbed was not part of the plan, but it ended up okay so it's fine.)
Tucker actually being a naturally good fighter and quick learner and a good leader who's genuinely smart and caring but still hides behind some version of a "cool guy" facade because old habits are hard to break.
Tucker doing his best to be the person he needed during his diplomacy, when all he wanted was someone to guide him and give him a plan or give him company when he was all alone in the desert. When all he wanted was protect his kid and make it out of each fight alive with his family still intact.
Tucker doing his best to be that for Chorus.
#lavernius tucker#rvb tucker#rvb#character analysis#they did my boy so dirty#i want to write a fic#i want to read a fic#can you tell he's my favorite?
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at a certain point, someone's bigotry towards trans people becomes some kind of science denialism where they have to pretend trans people aren't real for their idea of the world to work. like, have a gander at this infographic
Beyond having no idea who the target audience of this infographic is (this reads as a bit too toony and colorful for the more serious sex ed tone of high school biology classes but is far too textually dense and visually noisy and cluttered for younger kids, so really it just feels like it's made or adults to pass around and nod along to work that tells them exactly what they already believe) It's also full of blatant medical misinformation, and states facts in a way that feels completely angry and bitter towards anyone who believes anything else. Like, no, transphobic lion gender infographic. Men CAN lectate even without any hormonal treatments or being trans. I've seen it personally.
It's also interesting to me how it explains sexuality (among other things) as being these incredibly rigid and inflexible categories. Like oh really, asexuals can't have sex? We can't go into nuances of sexual desire, sexual attraction, sexual pleasure and social expectations to perform sex. Like if you're ace and you did sex and weren't enthusiastic about it and never tried it again i guess you're not ace. The harry potter houses model of sexuality: you are one thing, you fit into this one thing, it prescribes how you're supposed to act instead of using it to describe how you actually exist.
This rigidity also becomes obvious when it talks about intersex people as being these exceptions to the rule that don't have to be counted for how gender and sexuality works. And of course, we have to force intersex people into these binary categories instead of, you know, letting them decide for themselves? And of course it ignores any kind of intersex person with any kind of features that can't be written off as an anomaly and an aberration from the norm. Here we start doing science denialism. Here we start pretending certain people's body features aren't worth discussing for the sake of public knowledge. They're only worth bringing up as anomalies, and not as like, people.
I can't fucking get over how jarring the whole image is actually. Like, the really cheerful cartoon furry lions next to this piece of text prescribing the rigidity of existence. Yeah baby, I love being a strong cool lion boy, I love being told everything I'm not allowed to do or be for the sanctity of my gender!
yeah roar!!!
Here's a little section i wanna do more of a deep dive on
Women have two eggs?? what??? the egg-shapd things in the uterus are not the eggs!!!!! what the fuck are you talking about
This particular part stands out to me. Like, obviously the purpose of this infographic is not to tell you how bodies work, but to insist that there's a correct and an incorrect way for bodies to work, and that people outside of what it describes do not exist. It's obvious because it won't even show you what a uterus, what a vagina, or what boobs usually look like, like any decent diagram whose purpose is science education would. It's obvious because it straight up lies to you about how periods work, and tells you that having a period is somehow intrinsically tied to being a woman.
Like, no. Obviously. Trans can men experience menstruation at any point in transition, and trans women can experience other common parts of periods if they've been on hrt for long enough. Periods are not some kind of woman exclusive thing, it's not purely reliant on having a uterus or having certain hormones. It's not gender dependent. It depends on multiple features of one's body. It's a very basic fact of transition, hormones change how your biology works no matter what features you have. To imply none of this is true is denying very very basic facts about how a lot of people's bodies work, simply based on some insistence that those people aren't real and if we simply look away we can all pretend trans women aren't real. It's digging your head in the sand, it's having lived looking at the shadows on the wall your whole life, being told something new, and going right back into your cave and angrily shouting at everyone that the shadows are real, the shadows are ALL that is real, and though I may have glimpsed things that lie outside of it, those things aren't real because I personally can safely ignore facts about how the world works and go about my day.
#cw transphobia#idk patricia taxxon posted this infographic and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it#there's something so weird and angry about it and how it's mixed with these cheerful childish drawings#angrily shouting I LOVE MY BOX AND I LOVE WHEN CONCEPTS CONTAIN ONE PURE IDEA AT THE EXCLUSION OF EVERYTHING ELSE
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HEY FELLAS I NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING REALLY IMPORTANT (or well its important to me so. do whatever you wish with this information lmao)
i wanna show you something thats high key kinda cool actually
we did this today
now, to you this may not seem like much of a big deal. "oh wow a ship tag reaches 100 works on ao3, thats like every day"
except its not every day. not in this fandom, not with rare pairs, especially not with this one lmao. out of these 100 uploads, at the moment, 94% of them are literally just done by two people, yours truly and my blessed partner in crime @midnightpretenders0 💜 there are others, and bless their hearts and incredible fics, but seriously just.. i hate tooting my own horn but without our contribution this ship would be in single digits still very likely
theres just something about this that makes me really proud idk. that we ever got this far. having this ship be one of the few, i believe, in the aew tag that reaches in triple digits of fics. that i have such an incredible co-writer without who none of this would have been possible. without who i wouldnt be still writing and trying to create even nearly to the degree that i am. its just... power of friendship and being completely insanely delusional over our favorite blorbos making out ya know? 💜💜💜
im just feeling a lot of things right now but yeah. peep some fics in there. theres so much good stuff, which feels very selfish to say LMAO but its true tho. we got this far for a reason
anyways i love you all im just. very proud. of us. of bugs. of myself. just keeping this fucking thing up no matter what. god i dont. this is the stupidest post ive ever written and such a stupid thing to be proud of but who gives a shit after all this fucking effort this deserves to be said
💜💜💜
#..not to mention this is just a fraction of things that were actually uploaded to ao3. theres still loads more lmao#but those are a thing for another time if at all so. heres to a hundred. maybe more in the future#cheers i just wanted to be an emotional bastard for a while sorry not sorry LMAO#night is an absolute mess on main
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I love in shrunkyclunks Bucky initially goes "holy shit captain america the rough tough big soldier old fossil" and few weeks later he is like "who the hell let this child out without supervision? Now I have to decipline him from the scratch" aka the mindset of every Bucky in any universe
E x a c t l y
It's my fucking favorite! I know I've seen it around, but unfortunately, I can't actually think of any specific fics. That dynamic fucks, though. Because, truly, what is Steve's purpose other than to give Bucky heart attacks and someone to run after, lmao? That dynamic or the opposite yet related when Bucky realizes that, oh, shit, this old soldier that I expected to be straight-laced and uptight is a fucking bastard. (The dynamic you'll find in "king cobra" by mcwho and also in "all work and no play" by the same wonderful, wonderful author) No in between. I either want Steve who's a brat or a bastard. It gets me every time.
Son of a fucking bitch
(No disrespect to Sarah Rogers, of course. You did more than an incredible job raising that boy. He's just the worst [affectionate], lmao.)
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