#Down horrendous for him holy fuck

[frogisadino]

Show my face?

#simon ghost riley #modern warfare #simon ghost riley x reader #this man has my heart #Down horrendous for him holy fuck #expect more from him actually #soap next? we’ll see #modern warfare 2

[nothing-behindher-eyes]

i literally want this man so bad

#Mike faist #Holy fuck #holy fucking fuck #that body of yours is absurd #hes so fucking fine #he has an effect on women he doesn't even realize #I want him so bad #i would treat him SO GOOD #i'm so in love #look at his face #the sluttiest thing a man can do #is be #big daddy #sorry guys #anyways #I've never been this horrendously down bad #hes so pretty #I can't #would give him head.

[sarai-the-furry]

AUUUU SO THIS PAST SATURDAY I FINALLY WENT ON MY RIDE ALONG WITH THE FIRE DEPARTMENT THATS OUTSIDE MY NEIGHBORHOOD AND IT WAS FUCKIGNFN AWESOME

I was there from 8am to 8pm and we only got 5 calls the entire time I was there

First call: fire at a local fast food place

Second call: structure fire but we were called off en route, ended up going to Walmart to buy some stuff for dinner and breakfast

Third call: some crazy burning plywood in a burn barrel behind a gas station

Fourth call: lift assist

Fifth call: another lift assist

I REALLY WANT TO DO ANOTHER RIDE ALONG TO REALLY SEE IF BEING A FIREFIGHTER IS MY CALLING AAAAA

So sad that their main rig (ladder truck) was outta commission and we were using a pumper that belonged to a different station i think. I still had so much fun tho!! Im hoping I'll be able to do a ride along with the same station and shift when they get their normal rig back from the shop auauauauaua

#god every time i hear the sirens going off when theyre on their way to a call makes me wish i was on the truck UGHHHH #maybe this is my calling #firefighters are so fucking cool and nice #they treated me like i was part of the team AUUUUU #i really miss bein at the station holy shit. fuck this might be my calling #AND I BLAME HEATWAVE FOR THIS /LH #HES THE FUCKER RESPONSIBLE FOR ME WANTING TO BE A FIREFIGHTER #i really went from being down horrendous for heatwave now I want to be like him n be a firefighter #holy fucking shit #god im rambling #I SERIOUSLY LONG TI BE BACK ON FHE RIG EVERY TIME I HEAR THEM BLARING THOSE SIRENS AUUUUUUUU #HEATWAVE YOURE THE FUCK RESPONSIBLE FOR ME WANTING TO BE A FIREFIGHTER AAAAAAAAAA #still down bad for him tho I don't think that'll ever change but i too want to be a firefighter #AND HOLY SHIT I UNDERESTIMATED HOW BIG FIRETRUCKS ARE #i feel so small compared to a firetruck

[riot-ghost]

Started a new train of thought following ghosts and things, and so here's my head cannon that the people of the Infinite Realms have a religious following and how one Daniel Fenton accidentally became the human priest.

-

"What the fuck do you mean I'm a priest?" Danny stared blankly at the Clockwork.

"I mean that you've become the priest of the Infinite Realms." Clockwork says. "By teaching your friends your following, they've decided to convert and follow with you. They believed what you're following is good and right, so there's human followers to our rituals and beliefs."

"I thought they were just respectful and curious! I don't know how to be a priest? Is there a way to revoke it?"

"Not really." Clockwork shrugs. "It seems fitting. Her Infinite lost her king with you, of course she'd name you her priest. I recommend opening a sanctuary,con holy ground. Gotham would fit."

"Holy shit, no, Clockwork, I'm not going to be a priest! I dont-"

"Damnit." Danny stood in front of the new building he'd just purchased.

It's easy to get it set up for outside use, but following the ways of Infinite, making it sacred ground, that was much harder. He spends weeks purifying the pollution and smog, and even longer doing the required rituals and cleansings.

He doesn't hold masses. He holds classes, every day at seven, to teach about the ghosts and Ancients. He cooks dinner for everyone who comes, and everyone is welcome. He's even told everyone they're welcome to just come and take the food and leave.

Gothamites come to find that if the city has been gassed, the sanctuary has clean air. It remains unharmed by the villains, all the way until one murderous clown declares religious exemption while getting arrested.

It's a very public ordeal and Danny hosts a press conference, three police officers and Batman are present. Joker is in cuffs. "I tell anyone that everyone is welcome to our religion. And if the Joker wishes to be, he will be. Is this what you want?" Danny asks, staring down the murderous clown.

"Oh, yes!" The Clown grins back. Danny pulls a gun, pressing it to the side of his head. Everyone is on edge, and Batman's reaching for his belt.

"For the two thousand, eight-hundred and ninty-three lives you have taken, for the nine-hundred and seventy-four children you have brutally killed. The Infinite Realm does not take kindly to murderers, to terrorist." Danny speaks, unwavering. "For your crimes against the Infinite Realms, for your crimes against humanity, and for all those burdened fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, sisters, brothers, for everyone you have taken, for those you have left behind, you shall face judgement upon the high council of the Infinite Realms upon open court. While there, you shall follow every law, to the letter of the law, or you shall face immediate denial to a trial. You will not be given a lawyer. You will not be given a clean death." Danny lowers his gun, pulling out a knife. He kneels, and rips the air behind the Joker a illuminated green portal is torn.

"From personal experience, there's things much worse than death that you can face. From personal opinion, I hope you face every fucking one before you're torn apart." Danny pushes Joker through the portal, and it closes. He mutters a prayer, standing tall. He retakes his position at the podium.

"For anyone who has faced the Joker, who have had people taken from them, had their own lives taken from them, who have so much as passed him on the street, come to the Realms' Sanctuary on North Blvd. 7308. Join the trial to have him purged, have him face the righteous punishment for the horrendous crimes he has commit." Danny bows.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #batman #danny fenton #dc x dp #jason todd #batfam #danny phantom crossover #bruce wayne #jokers going to die #priest danny au

[adventuringblind]

Ride

Oscar Piastri x Reader x Lando Norris

Genre: Smut

Request: yes ;) and my request box is open ;););)

Summary: Two oblivious boys and an enthused female find their love for each other through her sport.

Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamics, mentions of past relationships not working out, feminization if you squint, humiliation, overstimulation, PinV sex, anal sex, oral (both m and f receiving), throat fucking

Notes: gonna go jump into holy water or something. This is absolutely filthy.

Masterlist

She wasn't sure how both Oscar and Lando could be so horribly oblivious. They like each each other and they both like her. Yet neither of them know either of those facts, it seems.

She'd known about Oscar's crush on his teammate since he first introduced her to him. The Australian would not stop staring at him. Then, when Oscar turned away, Lando would stare at him. And she was left shaking her head at them both.

She confronted him about it that same night when they were alone.

"You have a crush." She says with a teasing smile.

"What! No- he's my teammate! I can't like - I don't know... do that?" The poor boy is as red as a tomatoe, and she can't stop laughing.

"You should ask him out!"

"I highly doubt he'd be into that. Pluse, he likes you more. I swear he's your number one fan." Oscar reasons.

She's not in formula on. Instead, she is a motor gp rider. They have four wheels she has two. Earlier, Lando had gotten giddy and asked for her autograph. "I feel like he might be, and we'll never know if we don't try."

"How about we pick this conversation up later, and I reward you for doing so well in your race today."

She knows exactly the games he's playing. The worst part is it's working. Oscar has successfully turned her brain into a complying ball of mush with a single sentence.

Looks like she'll have to do things the hard way.

~

Her race in Silverstone ended up at the beginning of the F1 summer break. Meaning: Oscar and Lando are able to come watch and support her.

Lando could not be both more excited and nervous at the same time.

McLaren had made it possible to do some PR with her. Supposedly, her team thought it would also be good publicity for them and said they could come early on Thursday to film some things.

And now Lando has to get onto a bike with her. It's not her bike, but something similar that goes fast.

His body is vibrating with excitement. He'd never gotten to do this before. He was a little shocked when Oscar suggested he go with her, claiming that he'd gotten to do it a few times already.

The girl hops onto the bike first and gets herself settled. Then she motions for Lando to come join her. The friction that happens when he gets himself settled makes him want to whine. Despite all the protective gear, it's horrendous rubbing up against her back.

"Lando, you're going to have put your arms around my waist." She giggles. He's barely touching her right now, and if he wasn't wearing a helmet, then everyone would be privy to his blush.

"You ready?"

"Born ready!"

She takes off down the pitlane. He can tell she's being more cautious than how she usually drives. Probably accounting for the fact there's new weight and balance to think about. And yet, the speed at which she's driving sends Lando into a state of exhilaration.

They talk back and for a bit. But for the most part, Lando let's her focus on keeping them upright.

The friction of their body's and the vibration of the bike sends his head into a whirlwind. He has to will strength into the lower regions of his body, or he thinks he might actually get off on this alone.

The ride is over before that can happen, and he's so thankful for it. He's not sure Oscar would be pleased if he came while rubbing up against the Australians girlfriend.

They hope of the bike and Oscar comes to great them. What Lando was not expecting was the look he received. Brown eyes size him up, inspecting every inch if his body.

Before he knows what's happening, the female tugs on his arm and drags her back to her private room.

Everything is moving too fast. They take off their helmets, and the girl slams the door shut behind her. Only to get slammed into it herself by the Aussie.

Lando would wonder what he'd gotten himself into if he wasn't so damn turned on by the sight of it.

"I did it." She says with a proud smile. "Told you he'd get all worked up."

"I'll have to reward you for it later." Oscar purrs into her ear.

Lando looks back and forth between the two. Why had they wanted to get him worked up?

His eyes stay trained on Oscar as hel pulls himself away from the female. Those deep brown eyes once again scan every inch of his body. Lando can't help but blush at the action. To say he's embarrassed at the very obvious hard-on is an understatment. Yet the more Oscar continues, the more turned on he is.

Oscar closes the gap between the two. His hands find Lando's waist. "You seem to have a bit of an issue." His thigh presses into the now painful bulge in Lando's pants. The Brit yelps in surprise at the new feeling. "I'll give you a choice. If you want, you can come by our apartment tonight, and we'll help you out. Or you can walk away, and we never speak of this again."

~

She'd been very giddy when Lando accepted the proposal. Oscar is now admitting she was right and plans on rewarding her well for it tonight.

She knows Oscar's wants and needs by heart. He likes control. It's obvious in the way he holds himself. He's always in control of himself.

The more control of the things he has around him, the better he feels. This includes her. And she knows just how to push to get him to feel as though he has either maintained or created said atmosphere.

Tonight was going to he completely different. They'd had a few different partners before. Not just for sex but also for everything else. They just didn't stick around.

The problem usually was with the dynamic. The couple females that had joined them had broken things off mutually. The males, however, did not like Oscar's lustful desire for that feeling of having everything exactly where he wanted it.

She'd ended up getting hurt on multiple occasions in their desperate attempt to assert their dominance over her. It became aggravating that so many saw them as a way to fulfill their own fantasies and played a role to get into their bedroom. So, they stopped looking.

Then Oscar met Lando, and everything came crashing down.

They'd talked about things before they'd separated for the afternoon. Oscar had been very clear about what would probably happen, and there were a few boundaries set. It's better to do it before he comes over, so he has a chance to think and doesn't feel pressured to do anything.

The doorbell rings through the flat. Lando is right on time. She bounds to the door and swings it open. The Brit jumps in surprise when he sees her.

It probably didn't help that she was already gone. Willing to comply and do as told. Neither of them spoke as she grabbed his hand and led him to the couch.

He ploped down and shrunk in on himself. His eyes looked to her expectantly. "Are you going to sit?"

She shakes her head no. Her place is on her knees next to the armchair. Her hands folded neatly behind her back.

She throws Lando a reasuring smile as another set of footsteps enters the space.

"Thought I heard someone come in." Oscar sounds warm and gentle. His voice lulling her into a sense of peace as he sits himself in the armchair across from the Brit.

She leans into his leg, his fingers run comfortingly along her scalp. "You can relax, darling. We're not doing anything yet." She sighs at the words. Her legs then fold into a criss cross position as she continues to let herself relax. "You can relax to Lando. I asked if you wanted this because it seemed like you did. We're not going to do anything you don't want to.

The Brit visibly relaxs. The air is much less tense now.

"How do you feel about letting her help you with the issue she helped create earlier." He quirks his eyebrows.

"Yeah, uh, that sounds - that sounds great." Lando nods his head eagerly.

She crawls in between his legs and unbuttons his jeans. They make eye contact. Her hands tug on the waistband to ask permission to take them off. He lifts his hips, and together, they manage both his jeans and boxers off.

He looks painfully hard. And she can't help but stare at his very pretty looking cock. She licks a few stripes from top to bottom. "You look very pretty, Lan." He shivers and moans as she hollows her cheeks and works her way down him.

Oscar slips around behind him. His fingers nimbly pull off the Brits shirt. His hands run down the sides of his body. "Green means good to go. Yellow means to slow down and talk. Red means complete stop. Color?"

"Green! Fuck I'm so green." Lando all but shouts. Then, the Aussie reaches further and takes a handful of her hair. The gentle tug pulls a whine from her. He stops her and pulls her off of him.

"Go ahead and fuck her mouth Lan, she'll tap your thigh if she needs to stop." He slams her mouth back down onto Lando. His grip held her in place, and the Brit slams his hips in and out of her mouth. The tip bruises the back of her throat, and she focuses on not gagging.

She can tell Lando is close by the way his hips stutter. "I'm close, fuck, mouth feels so good." He pants.

"Go ahead, Lan. Finish down her throat."

She runs her tongue through the slit and then her mouth is coated in the warm and salty substance. Lando lets out a string of profanities and his muscles contract.

He collapses back down on the couch. His chest heaving to regain air. She pulls off of him and wipes her mouth off.

"You do you both feel? Want to bring this somewhere more comfortable?"

The mix of exploring hands and wet kisses took over everything. Her and Lando had lost all their clothing, and Oscar is down to his boxers.

"Fucking hell, you're both so pretty. So good for me." Oscar leans down to whisper in her ear. "Want you to eddge him. Can you do that for me?" Obviously, she can. The rapid nod of her says everything.

Oscar then pushes Lando down to his knees. His body towers above the Brit. The Aussie grabs his chin tightly and forces his gaze onto him. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like being embarrassed. Are you really that much of a slut that even shameful things turn you on?"

A high-pitched whine leaves Lando's mouth. She takes that as her cue to drop back behind him. She runs her fingers along his torso. His cock already hard again. He whines again as she just barely touches the head.

"Gonna put your whiny mouth to use." Oscar discards the last of his clothing. He grips Lando by his curls and coos at him. "Hand on my thigh. Three taps if you need to stop." Lando complies and takes a deep breath in before Oscar is slamming into his throat.

She begins stroking the Brit at a similar pace. She deliberately slows down and speeds up as she reads the signals from his body.

Oscar is pratically vibrating. His deep gurreral moans and occasional praise signal he's getting close. His knees are becoming increasingly weaker. And soon, he's barely giving any warning as he spills down Lando's throat. His legs buckle, and his hands grip Lando for support.

The Aussie pulls out of Lando and catches his breath. "What a filthy mouth you have, Lan!"

The female is still stroking Lando, and it's obvious how bad he wants it from the way he's begging. "Please- can I, fuck, can I cum again?"

"Not yet." Oscar signals for her to stop, and she back away completely. She pouts at the lack of warmth Lando's body was providing her with.

Now, they actually fumble into bed. The softness of the mattress envelopes her body. Her legs are being spread by the Brit, who has found himself on his stomach and a pillow sitting comfortably beneath him. His teeth nibble at the insides of her thighs, and she moans at the stimulation she's finally getting.

A slap echoes through the room as Oscar's palm lands on the Brits ass. He bites down into her in surprise, causing her to yelp. The smug smirk of the Australians face tells her this is exactly what he's been fantasizing about for months now.

She can't really see everything that's going on, and words sound muffled to her cloudy brain.

"You can cum when you make her finish on your tongue." And oh how grateful she is to hear that. The lack of needing permission gives her the freedom to just lose herself. The feeling of Lando's warm tongue lapping where she needs it most sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her spine.

"Gonna fuck your pretty pussy now Lan, is that okay?"

The Brit detaches from her and wails for him to continue. The vibrations from his moans send another wave of lust crashing over her.

It feels heavenly. Watching Oscar snap his hips into Lando and getting to feel it by proxy every time they move.

Her eyes roll back. Her spine arches. She can feel the inevitable fall of the edge as she inches closer to the ledge.

Everything is fast. The heavy pants and moans fill the space of the room. And then her mind goes blank.

Her mouth falls open as she finds the everwhelming ecstasy filling her veins. She tries to push herself away, but Lando's grip on her legs is strong and determined as he wails in his own pleasure.

Oscar follows with them. His body nearly topples onto Lando.

They are panting and trying to catch their breath. Oscar places sloppy kisses down Lando's spine and whispers praises to him. "What do you say we reward our girl now, Lan? She's done an excellent job getting us here, and I think she deserves it."

She's not quite sure how she found herself in the positions she did. They used every advantage they had. Slammed into at every possible angle.

Oscar used his words to keep her exactly where he wanted her. Degrading and vile words leave his lips only to be followed by sweet praises. She is so deep that he manages to pull his title from her mouth like a prayer.

Lando maps her body with his hands and his teeth. His tongue runs across every area he can get to. He leaves hickeys in every place they won't be seen.

She list count at one point. The never-ending stream of pleasure clouding her mind and corroding her judgment. She lets them use her and takes everything she's given.

Her body twitches, and her heart beats rapidly as everything comes to slow.

She doesn't move. She can't move. But the boys do, and she almost cries as it's away from her.

She panics as Lando starts collecting his things. "Where are you going? You're not leaving, are you?"

"After this, you couldn't get rid of me if you tried." He smiles.

Oscar comes back freshened up and with water for everyone. "We should probably talk about this."

"How about we talk later and cuddle now."

"I second that."

"I agree, but first." Oscar looks directing at Lando. It's much different from the earlier lust. "We really like you, Lando, both of us. We want you to stay for more than just this."

Lando looks like he might cry. Instead of tears, though, he smiles and kisses them both sweetly. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

He flops down on the bed. And pulls them both in. "Now I'm thinking movie and snacks after that. Did a number on me, Osc. Seriously!"

They all laugh at the at the Brits antics. The atmosphere now relaxed as they bask in their newfound love for each other.

#x reader #fanficion #formula one #f1 fic #formula 1 #racing #f1 fanfic #angst #max verstappen #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris f1 #ln4 #ln4 imagine #lando norris #oscar jack piastri #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri f1 #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri #op81 imagine #op81 #landoscar #Lando norris x Oscar Piastri #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren racing

[paradoxpallet]

Nostalgic from forced ideas of meant to be

Hating the way my phone rings and I pray it’s you behind the screen

Wishing strength was more than a facade

Buried under the weight of the ever looming thought of you

Praying you see how much you radiate throughout me

Every fucking day

#you thought #i’m down horrendous #stupid fucking idiot #i kinda hate this #my writting #fuck the writers #poetic #artistically #fuck #nope nope nooooope #i miss him #but no #depressing poem #cringe #holy shit #edgy grunge

[mrzombielover]

— könig relationship headcanons

rating; sfw and nsfw

warnings: nsfw, virginity, this is just filthy and not really edited and a spew of random disconnected thoughts

a/n; oh my actual god tysm for 1k+ likes on my ghost drabble i did NOT expect any attention so thank you😭

to get in a relationship with this guy you def had to make the first move, he’s too shy to do anything

(i’ll prob make separate headcanons w him pining over you tbh)

but once you ARE in a relationship? man

his severe social anxiety manifests in a way that just makes him really awkward. like🧍

clingiest boyfriend alive, mf like 6’10 250 lbs clinging to your arm when u go in public and asking you to order for him

doesn’t know what to do with himself when you’re not there. you leave and he just waits for you to come back.

he just loves you so much, he’s not stupid by all means but you’re the one that thinks for him and he’s happy w that arrangement

likes when you refer to him as big guy or esp YOUR big guy bc yes. he is a big guy. thanks for noticing :)

while he couldn’t be a sniper bc of his size, there are some perks to his height. namely scaring the ever loving fuck out of any guy he may be jealous of

he’s not vocal and much too shy to really do anything but he will stand over your shoulder vaguely threateningly glaring at the guy.

he’s incredibly easy to fluster, part of the reason he likes wearing a mask is because you won’t be able to see how easy it is to make him blush

this is heightened in public places, because of his shy nature any type of pda drives him crazy and he gets wound up very quickly

gently touch his arm or chest when talking to him, put a hand on his shoulder or thigh when laughing, get his attention touching the back of his neck, literally any of the tamest touch will have his face and ears all hot and red.

not just touching him, either, just existing as hot as you are in his presence makes him stiff.

doesn’t talk a lot in general, and i don’t think that changes in bed. he’s a quiet person, so treasure the groans you do get to hear

down so horrendous

everyone knows the quiet guys are the hung ones

and man is he PACKIN

i hope you have a size kink because everything about him is huge, from his stature to his muscles to his cock

i’m thinking upwards of 8 inches, insanely thick and a deep reddish color, tip color #b3505e

due to his anxiety and quiet nature, he has had extremely little experience with relationships and sex. he was bullied in school, and i can’t imagine him having a lot of practice before meeting you

my little meow meow so easily flustered and blushing bright red the whole time

his thoughts are probably “oh my god oh fuck wow holy oh my god oh my god” and he can’t form any real sentences or coherent thoughts

probably busts prematurely and then he’s so embarrassed, would freak out about it until you calm him down and tell him it’s okay

then he’d make it up to you

what he’s lacking in experience he makes up for with eagerness, he’s a fast learner and attentive to detail

gives AMAZING head. once he learns how you like it it’s over for you. has his head buried between your thighs for hours, and his tongue in combination with thick fingers splitting you open will have your legs shaking and you crying

if you ever don’t want to sit on his face for fear of hurting him or hover above instead of putting your weight on him he looks at you like >:((

leans towards the submissive side, will do anything you want him to do and is down to experiment

when it comes to what HE wants tho… he is much too shy to ask to try stuff out it takes a lot of courage u might need to infer some things

enjoys being submissive the majority of the time but there are times when he gets so wound up and desperate he’ll just take you how he wants (lord have mercy…)

in these situations i imagine it’s probably been a bit since you’ve last had the chance to be… intimate. naturally you take it upon yourself to tease him whenever given the chance, trying your hardest to make him blush

he also has an extremely high sex drive, he’s an absolute beast of a man and can go for 2-3 rounds without break. just crazy amounts of stamina and strength. this in combination with you teasing him means you’re really in for it the second you have some alone time

no matter how much you weigh he could pick you up and handle you like a rag doll. he is HUGE and insanely strong as previously mentioned

in conclusion just big and strong and very much loving and protective in his own weird 🧍 way

**these will be elaborated on soon trust i plan on doing nsfw alphabets for the whole task force + my boy

masterlist

#my little meow meow #!my stuff #konig x reader #call of duty #call of duty x reader #könig #könig x reader

[yuquinzel]

fluff ?? fluff. suna is a pining idiot, horrendously down bad <3 i just wanted to write for hq again :x

suna knows —knew— this is a bad idea. this was a terrible idea. it has a snowball's chance in hell of ever working out. so how the fuck did he let atsumu talk him into doing this?

it's raining, has been for the past fifteen minutes. he doesn't have practice today, which according to atsumu is a sign from the gods this is his chance, suna isn't sure he understands even know as he waits for you.

this is all a big gamble— a toss thrown in the air to see if it lands on the possibility that you forgot to bring an umbrella today. despite knowing this is truly a shitty idea, suna hopes that whatever gods atsumu was talking about listen to him today.

and then he sees you finally making your way towards the exit of the school gates, and as you come to stand next to him, as he glances at you from his peripheral vision, grimacing at the pouring rain and muttering something that sounds like —fuck, why is it raining in may— he thinks holy fuck atsumu was right. this is his day.

he waits, maybe you'll pull out an umbrella from your bag. but you don't, and suna fist bumps internally.

if he waits any longer, he knows it'll only give the moment an air of awkwardness it doesn't need. he needs to get his shit together and stop chickening out already. so he clears his throat, hopefully catching your attention.

“it's really pouring, huh.” he says, and then cringes internally.

“hmm,” you hum, your gaze finding his when you speak, “it really is. i think it's gonna take a while, are you waiting for someone?” you gesture to the umbrella in his hands.

okay, this is it. “oh, not really. i just like the rain.” he cringes for the second time in five minutes.

you chuckle amusingly, and suna feels his heart skip millions of beats in one second, “i like it too, but i don't fancy getting drenched.”

“oh, uhm,” he starts, eyes resting anywhere but you, “we can uh, walk together.”

you smile at him, pretty and kind, “oh, that's alright. you want to watch the rain, right?”

fuck— is this rejection? he wants to say that no, rain is pretty and all but you're beautiful right now as the dampness from the atmosphere makes your skin glisten, he wants to tell you he has been trying for the past year to get your attention, and that he really wants to walk with you.

“i want to walk with you.”

hmm, did he really say that? the words were just playing in his mind— when did they leave his lips as they have a will of their own?

“oh,” you say softly, “okay. let's do that.”

you smile, and suna takes a mental picture of this moment. it almost traps him in a trance. it's only when you step out of the gates, the droplets harshly falling on your clothes that he feels his feet move without his consent, arm automatically reaching out to shelter you from the rain again.

“let's walk together.” you tug him forward by the sleeve of his blazer.

“i was waiting for you.”

he's not sure what exactly is happening— his mind and body aren't in sync with each other, he's doing things without thinking about it. his thoughts are no less than his words, as if the moment they come to mind, they're pulled out by this unexplained force.

“were you?” thankfully you're still smiling at him, and he feels relief wash over him, “that's good.”

“it is?”

“i like your umbrella more than mine.” you answer, and something tells him you're not really talking about umbrellas.

and when he's walking with you, side by side. scooting closer because you noticed his shoulders weren't protected from the rain, he thinks then, that it wasn't intentional, it's just you— the subtle brush of your knuckles against his, the stretch of your lips to a smile he can only call mesmerizing, the lilt in your voice when you say his name. you who frees the words from his throat as if they've been caged. he's not surprised anymore when they leave his lips before he can stop himself— i like you.

suna likes you. he's never been more sure of it. when you only take his hand in yours in response, your smiling lighting up in sheer awe, he has a feeling you also like him a little more than you're letting on.

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

#❀˖° ─ hana writes. #i wrote this in fifteen minutes be gentle please #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna x reader fluff #suna rintarou x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #hq fluff

[waywardwendy]

Go For a Picnic. Dine at the Ritz...

Okay, I've got an absolutely miserable take on the 1967 scene in the Bentley, after Aziraphale gives Crowley the tartan thermos of holy water.

‼️TRIGGER WARNING‼️, this is going to get a little dark with Aziraphale's assumptions about Crowley's suicidal ideations. Be careful, please.

We all know Crowley has been pining after holy water. (In my dismal opinion, whatever was done to him after he saved Elspeth's soul from damnation in 1827 must have been horrendous, and that's where this request came from.) He asked for it in 1862 when he met with Aziraphale in St. James Park, and was turned down.

And we all already know exactly what Aziraphale thought he wanted it for.

We also know he discovered in 1941 that it was available in churches. No guards surrounding it, and that anyone could just go in and take it.

"Look at that! A whole fontful of holy water. It doesn't even have guards." (His genuine surprise that it's just THERE for the taking.)

Anyway that's not what this is about - this is about Aziraphale's response in 1967.

Obviously, we're all hooked on:

Because, ouch these poor babies really know how to ruin our lives.

So many meanings here. The obvious - you drive like an absolute mad lad and I don't want to be discorporated in a car accident (good lord, the paperwork). The less obvious but definitely there - you jump into things so quickly, I can't keep up.

BUT I'm stuck on this bit:

In my first watch through, I didn't think much of it. "Don't look so disappointed." We can hang out later. I just don't want to drive with you when it's not necessary because you're absolutely terrifying behind the wheel. I'm not telling you to fuck off, call me for dinner some time.

BUT NOW, on my... 5th? 6th? I'm losing track (and my mind) watch, I see it as... begging? As Aziraphale not knowing how to articulate what he's feeling, but desperately trying to communicate it to Crowley anyway.

Because he still thinks Crowley wants the holy water as a way to destroy himself.

I see it as something along the lines of this miserable list;

Please don’t kill yourself. 

I need you to not go through with this. 

I don’t want to withhold my companionship from you, but I need you to look forward to our time together later so you don't do this now.

I’m not going to spend time with you now, I can’t let you use it as some final goodbye in your mind. 

We can go for a picnic, please stay alive long enough for us to do that. 

We can dine at the Ritz, please stay alive long enough for us to go there.

And, to be honest, watching it through again with this lens, I wonder if Aziraphale is more grateful for Crowley's company every time they see each other because he didn't go through with it.

I wish I could find a better way to articulate this, and the way it wrings out my heart like a wet rag, but here we are.

Enjoy my misery with me.

#good omens #crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale #gomens #goodomens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #david tennant #ineffable idiots #michael sheen #anthony j crowley #a. z. fell #good omens meta #is this a meta? #I'm realizing that I don't actually know what a meta is #good omens analysis #good omens scene analysis #I make myself really sad sometimes #ineffable partners #ineffable spouses #good omens 1 #angst #ineffable angst #good omens angst #crowley angst #aziraphale angst

[monakisu]

what the fuck… gay little clownfish 🪼🪸🫧

instead of the apple ryuk grabs light’s head because he is round. like an apple. ALSO HOW DID THE MANGAKA DRAW RYUK WITHOUT SCREAMING IN FEAR he’s soooo scary to draw at one point i had to color him in pastels so he’d look a little less like a horrendous ghoul. it takes a loooootta work to make him marginally less threatening for the sake of my own nerves. light has to deal with this thing staring him down in the dead of the night holy molyyy

#wip #💡princess posting⋆˚✿˖° #fun fact: clownfish need to keep their anemones regularly fed OR THEY’LL GET EATEN?!?!? #terraito #light yagami #ryuk #death note

[lxvvie]

On today's episode of Pranks R Us: It's that time of the year when we're inundated with Christmas carols and movies. All. Damn. Day. Hallmark. Here's a scenario for you: How would your faves react to you purposely, horrendously serenading them with Christmas songs that... they don't like? 😊

Capt. John Price - He's nursing his cuppa because he knows for a fact that the boys put you up to this. He feels it in his bone marrow for Christ's sake. Price likes to think he's smiling behind the mug but his cheeks are hurting a bit too much for it to be genuine which really means he's gonna give the rest of 141 hell when he sees them the next time.

Gaz - Went from raising a brow to his cheeks being puffed the hell out because he's trying his best not to laugh in your face. When you're done, you have the biggest shit-eating grin... which devolves into laughter from both you and him. Tears are rolling down your eyes and he's clutching his stomach. God, he loves you, darling.

Soap - Soap is currently the Soapurrito™ with Whiskey (referencing this post) when you decide to randomly serenade them both. Not only do you have Soap looking confused but the dog keeps tilting his head as well, too. Then you hit that one note and they tilted their head at the same damn time and you just fell out laughing.

Ghost - (Referencing this post) Ghost was having a smoke and knit session and then you barged in and began singing. Not only did you sing the absolute worst fucking Christmas song to ever exist to him but you decided to channel your inner Luciano Pavarotti and make it classical for him. You thought you ate that shit but Ghost was staring at you in Say Sike, Mate the entire time while still knitting. You winked and blew him a kiss and if 'Why are we here? Just to suffer?' was a person.

Roach - He, like Price, was smiling a bit too brightly which means that he's crying on the inside. The one who gets up and gives you that reassuring squeeze because you got the spirit. Not everyone is meant to be a singer but he thanks you and revels in the holiday cheer! ❤️

Alex Keller - Was watching TV and not really paying attention to it and then BAM, you popped up! The more you sing, the more you realize his thighs are slowly but surely closing together and LIKE HELL YOU'LL CLOSE SHUT THE JAWS OF SWEET KELLER LOVIN', ALEX.

Alejandro - Alejandro looked up from his work, leaned back in his chair, and just stared at you with a furrowed brow. Rudy and the others are in earshot and are quietly, collectively laughing their asses off. You actually do a couple songs (per the bet) and Alejandro... has a stiff drink in the meantime lmao.

Rudy - Actually does laugh in your face, even though it's Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Apologizes while laughing in your face. Because laughter is contagious, however, you, too, start laughing.

König - König gets incredibly excited because Schatz, he didn't know you liked to sing horribly! And when you're done, he, too, chooses to serenade you, and holy shit, König actually can sing!

Horangi - Horangi has the most deadpan expression on his face. He's the one that promises you you can sit on his face all day long if you'll promise him to never sing again stop singing.

Graves - Graves was on a conference call with the boys when you busted in and started singing. The entire time, he's rocking the Zoolander grimace and when you're done, you hear someone give their best Simon Cowell impersonation and then it turns into Shadow Company's Got Talent and you're being judged. 'A' for Ass effort, darlin'.

Valeria - The one who rolls her eyes and massages her temple. May or may not put your ass on the couch tonight for this. Or, better yet, you wanna sing? Put your mouth to good use and sing on her pu—

Keegan - Is the epitome of lost as hell. Keegan is the one grimacing with every high note you, er, try to hit. He can't even bring himself to smile but his eyes are somewhat comically wide, made more so after you kiss his cheek, take the piss out of him, and ask him how you did.

#2queued4u. #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x black reader #x black reader #task force 141 #los vaqueros #kortac #shadow company #john price x reader #gaz x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #phillip graves x reader #valeria garza x reader #könig x reader #konig x reader #horangi x reader #alex keller x reader #roach x reader #keegan russ x reader

[babygorewhore]

Pretty Little Psycho.

Kai Anderson x Reader.

Kai Anderson planned on killing you, you were a means to an end. A necessary sacrifice to his cause. But you have a dark secret of your own. One that makes you difficult to murder. You decide to get revenge on him but these things can never be that simple.

Holy shit. My longest fic. Huge thanks to my little sis, @scene-and-dandylover for helping me. Warnings! Brief Kai POV! Murder! Violence! Talks of death! Hunting kink! Slapping! Spitting! Dub/non con! Daddy kink! Degrading! Choking! Oral! Both receiving! PnV! Complete filth and kink. Slow burn. Enemies to…fucking. If there’s mistakes, ignore them. Also please laugh at my jokes. Thanks.

She would be an easy target, even more susceptible to being slaughtered. What a hell of a way to send a message. Murder a sweet, innocent girl to show no one was safe. No one could be trusted.

Kai didn’t really give a shit, if he was being honest as he secured the mask over his head. Moves and counter moves to get to the top. Always achieve the next best thing. No matter how many people he would destroy to get there.

He crept silently out of the shadows, Harrison, Samuels and Ivy (🤢) on either side of him. The girl had locked the door but he had snuck out a spare out of her purse. It was while she walked into a book store last week and he brushed by her. Fucking nerd. He didn’t have time for books.

As he pulled out the key, unlocking the door and he moved in the entryway. His eyes darted, observing his surroundings. The lights were out but he took notice of a modest living room, flatscreen tv and one white couch. It was only the mother and the girl. Kai’s lip curled and he snorted at the sight of two filled bookshelves.

Harrison turned, his tall form nearly clumsy as he pointed to the wood stairs. Kai extended his hand out in a pausing motion. “You three, go upstairs. Try not to fuck while we’re here. We don’t have time. Bring her down. We’ll kill her at my house.”

Samuel’s tilted his head, his mask going lopsided. “We’re not killing her here?”

Kai bristled, “You’re questioning me?” How dare he? In the middle of this? Was he fucking serious?

“No, Divine Ruler.” He shook his head obediently. Like a dog. Ivy had been silent but Kai gestured harshly with his middle finger for her to follow then.

The trio walked up the stairs, they creaked from age and the weight of their feet. Kai flicked his leather coat, swaggering to the living room. Despite the lack of light, he studied the photos. Baby pictures, a wedding celebration and then he halted at the portrait.

It was her.

He had seen her, yes. Followed her. Stole something from her belongings. But this was different. He collected it, held it steady in his gloved hand. A pressure in his core shivered inside him. She was pretty. More than fucking pretty. Beautiful even.

She smiled brightly, her hair styled and clothes flattering her figure. The twinkle in her eye told him she had been laughing before it was captured. He traced his finger on her mouth before it slowly circled her chest.

It was a damn shame. Any other occasion, he would splay her on his bed, hell even against the wall and fuck her until she forgot her name. Only remembering she was his fuck toy.

Kai set the frame down and waited.

You knew intruders were in the house. Years of experience trained your hearing to pick up on the smallest, subtle changes in your environment. You had settled in your bed, oversized sweatshirt and comfortable shorts when the uncharacteristic noise came from downstairs.

Your window was too small to escape from. The closet was a horrendous choice for a hiding spot. Your bed didn’t have any space underneath. Your mother was away for the evening and it wouldn’t be unusual for her to not hear from you for a long period of time. She wouldn’t realize if something happened for a while.

The rapid thudding of your heart rang in your ears as you tip toed to your closet. While you couldn’t hide there, it secured necessary items. You shoved away the bag that held your vibrator, maybe for another time, before your hands settled on aluminum baseball bat.

The weight was comfortable in your grip as you balanced it against your side, the shadows obscured the blood stains you couldn’t get out as your other hand felt for the hunting knife contained in its sheath.

You inhaled deeply before rushing over to stand on the other side of your door. Gingerly, your thumb and pointer finger turned the handle as you palmed the knife with your other digits. A trembling, addicting energy coursed through your veins as a twisted sense of excitement tightened your belly.

Surveying the small space in front of your room, you shrunk back as a slim, taller than you figure, wearing a pin stripped pant suit, presumably a woman, brushed by. You registered a mask, an elephant one before it turned sharply towards you. Springing forward, you didn’t hesitate as you smashed the blade into the side of her neck.

A gurgle came out of her throat and you kicked her knees in, forcing her to slide onto the ground. Blood spilling onto the rug. You ripped the knife out before you flung yourself down the hall, pinning your body against the wall beside the laundry shoot and your mothers bedroom. It was awkward, the hunting blade slipping from your hold as you squeezed the end of the bat.

Two more came, one extremely tall with a disturbing clown mask, wide and fanged teeth into a grin. The other was shorter but stocky. He also wore a clown disguise. The large one stopped in his tracks as they saw the dead body. You assumed she was dead. On her way at least.

“Ah, fuck! She got her! Fucking find her!” He shouted. They moved over her body and big man’s mask jerked in your direction. You had to act fast. Stocky man skillfully attempted to grasp your hair but you ducked in between them.

Hands locked around your shorts and that’s when you swung the bat. It clanged against big man’s mask but the way he stumbled back told you that it made contact with his physical head. Jumping to your feet, you hit him again, this time on his crotch. He crumpled to the floor. Arms wrapped around your neck but you sliced the knife across Stocky man’s torso.

“Motherfucker!” He growled as you ripped away. But big man collected himself while you were distracted and his palm smashed your forehead against the wall.

The knife was torn from your grip and the bat fell from the impact. He hit your head again and your legs went slack. But he stopped, assuming you were falling unconscious. You were able to blink away the black spots in your vision as stocky man wrapped his hands around your throat, shoving you against the wall.

Your fingernails clawed at his arms but to no avail. Your airway was cut off as you sucked in but you grew hot. Your knee him in between his legs but he anticipated the assault. You could smell his cologne. Big man watched, his fingertips flexing and your mind shrieked at you.

You grabbed the mask, yanking it off his face.

“Shit!”

He was a young man, thirties, with platinum blonde hair. He was handsome. For a sadist wearing a clown costume. He had released you and you doubled over and coughed.

“Enough of this bullshit. I don’t have to kill her for this to hurt.” The unmasked man had your knife, something you hadn’t registered.

“What the fuck is the-“ A new voice entered the scene and you whipped your head to the direction it came from.

Another masked man, this one had three terrifying faces and long noses. He was tall, not the same as big man, wearing a long black coat, combat boots and gloves. By the way he paused, you concluded he was shocked by the carnage.

“You fucking let her kill Ivy? This fucking girl is holding us up?” He snarled.

You knew immediately. They were going to take you to a second location and kill you.

Hell no.

The unmasked male, happy hands, lifted the knife. Rage reddening his features and your hand automatically swung upward to block your face.

“I said don’t fucking kill her yet!” Ringleader screamed and the razor sharp blade plunged inside your palm.

You froze, pain didn’t come, it was numbed by adrenaline.

You dumbly looked at your quivering hand. It was so deep that the hilt kissed the bone. But they were frozen too. Gritting your teeth, you turned your hand as backward as it would go and you stepped forward, slitting the responsible man’s for this injury, throat.

He clung his hands against his neck, eyes bugging out as blood gushed. The taller man grabbed him, pulling him into his chest as a lover would and your ears were ringing.

You sprinted toward the stairs and with your remaining strength and the element of surprise, you shoved the man in all black out of your way.

Shock kept you from tripping as you burst through the front door with your shoulder, the night air filling your nostrils and you spun to the left, the neighbors. Get to their house. Get to a phone.

Luckily, the lights were on at the house next to yours. Your feet carried you as they were growing slack, you jerked your head to the side and made yourself stay away.

The porch was a blur as you collapsed in front of the door. With your uninjured hand, you pounded on the glass screen. “Help! Please, help me!”

Less than a minute went by, an middle aged black woman answered. Her brown eyes took in your state and she knelt down. “Oh god, what happened?”

“Please, help me.” You cringed as she wrapped your arm around her shoulder, lifting you from the concrete.

“It’s okay, my name is Beverly. I’ll help you, it’s all going to be okay.”

Hours went by, the police came and the ambulance workers wrapped your hand. They searched the house and didn’t find anyone. Not a body. The rugs were removed, taking away any blood evidence. They had worn gloves. Presumably, they had enough time to flee.

You had called your mother, she wailed and wailed over you. But you managed to calm her down. Especially since you stitched your own hand together with Beverly’s sewing kit. She informed you that you were welcome to stay over as long as you needed. It was well past midnight and you were too wired to sleep.

She had gone to her room and you paced back and forth in the main area. Why the fuck did they break in? What the hell was that? You saw these attacks on the news, the clowns but you hadn’t paid close attention. How did they know you’d be alone? Why you?

They weren’t expecting a fight, which most people wouldn’t considering your background. Rough childhood, insane adolescence and finally a mental breakdown. They also wouldn’t know about your other hobbies. They caught you in a moment of weakness.

It would never happen again.

You plopped on the couch, sighing into your bandaged palm. They were smart enough to cover their tracks, but were they intelligent enough to stay away from you? Doubtful. You’d need to keep your head down for a while. Take a break from your day to day life and stay home.

You reached to turn off the lamp when you noticed a white corner underneath a book about journalism. Beverly revealed that she was a news anchor. Which you didn’t know because you barely watched the news, hence why you hadn’t paid enough attention to the clowns but hell. Curiously, you peeled the piece of paper out and held it close.

Your heart stopped.

It was a list of names.

Most of them were crossed out. But your mothers name and your own, were on there. Your brows quirked together. What the hell-

Oh, shit. Dead. They were dead. You were supposed to die. But how would they know about you? About your home? Unless…your head turned towards the stairs. Of course. She knew. She had to know.

You were going to fucking find out.

Without a care, you dug through all the drawers until you settled on a hammer. The weight was uneven, but it would do the job. She had gloves, bleach and salt, the perfect concoction. Your shoulders were straight as you went up the stairs.

It was time for her to talk.

Another murder. A helpless, middle aged woman tortured in her own home, the same night a girl was attacked. The clowns were out of control. They were tormenting the city of Michigan. Everyone was terrified.

Except you.

You hid a chuckle behind your hand that still adorned the secured dressing as you set down your purse at the gym. It wasn’t…entirely difficult to get the names from Beverly but you did work up a sweat. But finally, you jotted down the names of the cult. The ridiculous thing. A cult? Run by some delusional blue berry look alike and his followers over shit about voting?

You didn’t know the names personally, including the leader, blueberry Kai Anderson. Except one.

Harrison Wilton. The Trainer where you worked out. You didn’t speak to him but you knew he would recognize you. You were on a mission. Make the sorry piece of shits regret ever targeting you. You snuck past the desk and made your way towards towards the men’s bathroom.

You blocked your vision as you passed naked men, some jerking off, some contemplating their sex lives and others watching porn. Jesus, didn’t they have better things to do? You hid in one of the showers, tucking yourself in the corner. He wouldn’t take advantage of your fear this time.

One hour, two hours, finally three fucking hours passed and you swore you had created ten more Pinterest boards, reconstructing your life with the internet soothed your nerves before committing murder, when you overheard new footsteps.

Peeking around the corner, you saw him walking in. You stepped back, listening to any other signs other men were in here. But you were positive it was empty. Harrison walked next to your hiding spot, you grabbed him by his shirt and body slammed him against the wall, knocking his skull against the shower head.

“Scream and I will gut you. Like the animal you are.” You hissed.

He tried to overpower you but with your position, it was too difficult for him to push you. Your arm was snug against his neck and a very small, but sharp needle was held an inch away from his eye.

“Holy-shit- it’s you-“ He managed but you pressed harder.

“You really shouldn’t have broken into my house, Harrison. You got your boyfriend killed. And now, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Who the fuck are you-“ Harrison choked and you trailed the needle to the side of his neck, digging enough to draw blood.

“Guess.”

“Fuck, I don’t know, a serial killer?” You gasped and leaned in closer.

“Jesus Christ, no. Serial killers space out their murders. I’m driven by the absolute need to get the job done. You could have least said something interesting. Any last words?”

He spat in your face. “He’ll find you.”

“I hope so.”

His death was quick, maybe a little too quick from your needle and he flopped on the floor. You flicked your hair back and smoothed your clothes. Another one bites the dust. The gym was empty but the door was still unlocked. Your car wasn’t far in the parking lot as you nearly skipped there. Holy shit. This was easy.

Hunting them down was fun.

You shut your door as you searched for the keys and your eyes flicked upward into your rearview mirror.

Someone was in your backseat. “Oh shit-“ You said before a flash of blue and pale skin hit the back of your head.

Your vision darkened around the edges as a male leaned forward.

“Blueberry cult leader?” You questioned before everything went black.

You weren’t completely asleep, sensing the movement of the car and feeling the air conditioner on your skin. But your body was limp. It took a lot of effort to fight, let alone kill someone. You couldn’t force yourself to move. You moaned, trying to swipe your hand at the blueberry/Kai Anderson. But it felt like a brick wall.

The vehicle came to a controlled stop. You slumped further, your eyes still fuzzy. Your side of the car opened, arms wrapped around you. Lifting you and holding you close to a hard chest. Fading in and out, you glanced up at the male, Kai who was carrying you easily.

You didn’t know how much time went by with you drifting until you fully opened your eyes. You pressed your wrapped hand against your temple, gathering details of this night. You killed Harrison. Went to your car. Kai was there. He hit you over the head. Hard. Where were you?

It looked like a basement. A couch, which you were laying on. A table with two chairs. A tv. A coffee table. Stairs leading to a door. A bathroom. A nice house for a cult leader. You jolted to a standing position before you stumbled. Still unsteady.

“Motherfucker.” You growled to yourself. Maybe you took too long. You should have checked your car. The one night you didn’t.

What was wrong with you? Why were you making these mistakes? You’d think after years of killing people you would be an expert by now. It was so exhausting keeping up. Maybe that’s why you needed beauty rest.

The upstairs door slowly opened and you stiffened. You balled your fists, difficult with one of your hands and you prepared for whoever came.

You saw a pair of black jeans, black shirt and zip up hoodie. You rolled your eyes when you saw the badly done blue hair. Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms as his boots stopped several feet away. His brown eyes darted across your face before falling on your chest. Your shirt had torn, cleavage peeked out but you didn’t bother covering it. Let him look.

“You don’t look happy to see me.” Kai fake pouted.

“I was happy. And then I saw you.”

He huffed a laugh before he extended his hand out.

“I think you know my name. And I know yours, y/n.”

“Why don’t you cut the bullshit? Are you here to kill me? Because that’s not going to work out for everyone.” You warned him. He shook his head before pulling his hand back.

“Of course not. That would be a waste. Why would I kill someone so impressive? A woman like you-strong, angry and beautiful?”

You groaned, letting your head fall back. “Jesus Christ. Can you just stop? I’m not angry. I’m trying to get even. It’s a simple matter. You broke into my house, I decided to kill all of you.”

“Oh? That’s your plan? I mean you’ve already killed four of my following. That’s not enough for you?” Kai pressed, taking a step forward.

You didn’t move. “Nope. You irritated me. Had Beverly spy on me? I mean what is this? A mission impossible movie? You’re pathetic. A pitiful little pretty boy.”

He continued moving in your direction with a small smirk. You didn’t like that. Or…did you? Kai’s boots touched your shoes and he lingered above you. “Aw, you think I’m pretty?”

“It’s a figure of speech, dickface.”

“Well, I think you’re a precious little princess. Pissy that someone out smarted you.”

You lifted your hand with your middle finger up. His smile widened into a grin and you were growing frustrated. What the fuck was he doing? Kai ducked his head down, quicker than you anticipated and pressed a kiss to your mouth.

You fell back, your ass hitting the ground with your limbs awkwardly splayed. “What the fuck was that, cunt bitch ass fucker? You fucking kissed me-“

Kai flew to you, clamping his hand around your jaw with a hidden strength you didn’t expect and he clenched his teeth. “Watch your mouth, precious. I would hate to fill it up with something to teach you a lesson.”

You tried to move out of his grasp but he didn’t budge. “Let go of me, you bitch.” He shook his head, clicking his tongue.

“So vulgar, is that how you should speak to your Divine Ruler, little lamb?”

“I’ll kill you too.” You hissed at him and he slowly nodded. His hold loosened and you leaned back, completely out of his fingers.

“Is that right? You’re going to kill me? In my own house? That’s just rude.” He settled on his knees in front of you, one of them almost too close to your inner thighs.

“There’s no escaping what I’ll do. It may not be today. Tomorrow. But I will.”

“No you won’t.” You almost screamed. He had you caged. He was physically stronger and you didn’t have any weapons. You were vulnerable. You didn’t know the layout of his house.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because you’re going to become one of us, Y/N. You will join my cause. I’m not going to let you go, until you surrender to me.”

He had to be joking.

“Are you on crack?” He tilted his head at your exclaim before he started laughing. Loudly.

You were infuriated. How dare he. Did he think you were stupid? Did he think you were naive? Angrily, you shuffled forward and swung your hand to slap him. Damn him. Damn all of this. You should have stabbed him that night too.

But he caught your wrist. “Mmm. Nice try, precious. You’re so angry. And for what? You will join me. Whether you like it. Or not.”

“That’s your plan? To force me to join your bullshit cult? All because I killed your small dick friends?” Kai looked pissed off now.

“My men, Ivy and Beverly were loyal followers. And you killed them like animals. You’re lucky I don’t give you the same fate.”

“They were stupid, cowardly little fucks. And Harrison died like a pussy.” Something snapped in him from your taunting and his palm wrapped around your neck.

You choked and you scrambled to get your bearings but he had this skinny man supernatural strength that left you immobile. “One more word like that, one more and I swear to god I will-“

“So, do it. Fucking do it. You’re just trying to scare me.” You really needed to keep your mouth shut.

Kai inhaled deeply and rested his head against yours, almost gently. “How about I make you a deal?”

You didn’t have a choice but to listen. You really pissed him off. “What-what kind of deal?”

“I’ll give you a chance to get away. Escape. You’ll have a head start. If I don’t find you within five minutes, you can leave.”

You trembled. “And if I don’t? If you find me?”

Kai met your eyes and stroked your hair out of your face. “If I catch you, I fuck you. Making you mine. My little slave. And you’ll have to join me.”

Horror raked you. This was really happening. You felt weak for the first time in a long while. He wasn’t kidding. He cocked an eyebrow. “Time is ticking.”

You crawled away from him before leaping to your feet. The speed was in short bursts as you took three stairs at a time, bursting free from the basement.

Panting, you spun in circles in the hallway, frantically looking for any door. Come on…where the hell was the living room? You carried yourself like a mad woman, throwing your body forward as you screamed in relief when you saw the exit. The wide, wooden door. You tripped, hand locking around the handle and you couldn’t go fast enough as you saw the stars.

The grass sounded as you sprinted but you were starting to run out of air. You looked in all directions. You knew you were running out of time.

Your car. Skidding, you slid on your stomach as you army crawled underneath the metal. You pressed your lips together to muffle your sounds. Surely this was a good hiding spot, right? You weren’t used to this. Normally, people ran away from you. Your knees burned from the rough ground. Your elbows oozed blood but you ignored any sensation of pain.

You didn’t have a watch or your phone but you guessed four minutes passed. Just a little more, you’d be free.

A hand latched around your ankle, dragging you from underneath the car and you started screaming. You were flipped on your back, cringing as Kai gave you a sick, twisted smile. “Found you.”

“Get off me! Fucking get off!” You wailed pathetically but he started pulling you towards the house.

You clawed the grass, trying to get loose but it wasn’t working. “Help! Help me!” You kept yelling for any attention.

Kai hauled you up, lifting you off the earth floor and you thrashed. “No! Stop it! Let me go!” His arms were around your middle as he pushed open the door with his shoulder.

“Shhh, I gave you a chance and you lost. It’s better if you just accept it, precious.” You tried scratching, throwing your head back trying to make contact but it was useless.

Kai carried your wild moving body back to the basement and let you spill onto the carpet ground.

“Look at that. A pretty, little psycho trying to get away from me. How sweet.” Kai threw your defeat in your face.

“Fuck you!” You pressed your back against the couch, trying to put distance between you.

“Mmm, you will.” Kai’s eyebrows lifted. “No need to be so dramatic, precious.”

“Stop. Fucking. Calling. Me. That.”

“Stand up.” He said. You shook your head rapidly.

“Do it!” He shouted. Against your better judgment, you did.

He closed the gap between you, cupping the back of your head and his other hand gripping your hip. His scent was intoxicating, lips hovering over yours and big, brown eyes searching. The blood in your veins went cold…and then warm. Tears prickled your vision and you hated that. But you were trapped. Kai reminded you that he had the upper hand.

“Such a precious, little lamb. So perfect for me, perfect for me to fuck.You’re going to listen to me?” You shook your head and he sneered.

“Good.”

Kai smashed his lips to yours, his kiss brutal against your mouth as he brushed his tongue on your lower lip. Maybe it was lust, lust for power that overcame you, you didn’t know. But he tasted like toothpaste and alcohol. You opened your mouth and met his dominating pace. Kai’s hand slid to your ass, cupping the flesh as he bit your lip. Hard enough to make you wince.

He pushed you to your knees, making you stare up at him with wide eyes. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done this before, little lamb?” At your silence, he moaned. “Fuck, you really are mine, aren’t you? I’ll be nice and help you, little girl.”

He pulled his jeans down, his black boxers sleek against his pale complexion but you narrowed your focus on the apparent erection. His dick was big, more than you imagined with his insufferable energy, you were nervous.

Shaking fingers tugged down the fabric, his cock slapping against his stomach. His red, leaking tip warm to your touch. He groaned at the contact and he cupped your jaw. “Open your mouth, pretty girl.” Your mouth parted and you stuck out your tongue.

He brushed the tip of his dick across the flesh, slowly entering his cock past your lips as they wrapped around the tip. Hollowing your cheeks, Kai’s grip on your jaw moved to your hair and he pulled painfully tight. You breathed through your nose as he thrusted his pelvis, touching the back of your throat. Sucking him, your eyes watered but he moaned like a god damn porn star, urging you to continue.

“Fuck-you’re so-fuck, choke on it.” You swore your scalp would tear from his fingers but you became addicted to his pretty sounds.

Bobbing your head up and down, your own palms cupped the back of his thighs, keeping him still. “Take my cum down your fucking throat, princess. Be good for me.” A sticky, sweet substance pooled down your throat and he released you.

You cleared your throat, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Instead of pulling you up, Kai moved on top of you, his legs straddling your hips. His hand brushed past your cheek, your neck with his thumb before they massaged your breast. “Whiny little whore. Are you that easily wet? Let see.” He shoved his previous gentle fingers inside your shorts, past your underwear and he rubbed your sensitive clit. You arched, pressing your forehead against his shoulder.

“Such a pretty little slut. This is so fucking easy.” He inserted his digits into his mouth, sucking your taste.

“Wait-“ You tried to protest as he ripped your shorts and underwear off. Throwing them in the distance. “No-no-I did what you wanted-I blew you-“

Kai separated your thighs harshly, spreading your cunt with his fingers before he flattened his tongue. Licking slow circles around your clit. You tried to move away, hating how fucking good it felt but he wouldn’t let you. “You taste so fucking good, so sweet.” His tongue slipped inside you, before it lapped your slick and repeated the motions.

“Fuck-“ You squeaked, squeezing your eyes shut. The pleasure was like lightening, your heart pounded inside your rib cage.

“This pussy is mine, isn’t that right?” He said against your cunt. You couldn’t find words as he continued his assault.

“Say it.” You moaned as your stomach tightened. You knew the sensation from your vibrator but this was even more intense.

A slap against your pussy made you cry out in pain. Kai’s fingernails dug deep into your skin as he kept your legs spread. “Fucking say it. Who does this pussy belong too?”

“Y-you!” You breathed, barely audible. Kai shook his head, the speed of his tongue changing as he was unhappy with your answer.

“What do you call me? Come on. What do you call, your Divine ruler?” Your lips formed the title before another name came to your mind.

“Yours, Daddy. It’s yours.” Your head moved to the side, gasps and moans escaping your mouth as he devoured you. You were close, so close to cumming.

“Who’s pussy is this? One more time and I’ll let you cum.”

“My pussy is yours, daddy.” The wave hit you and you thrusted against his face. You couldn’t catch your breath as he shuffled over you.

“You taste so good, little lamb. Such a sweet little slut. I think I should share,” Kai tugged your mouth open with his thumb and spat inside.

“Swallow it.” You obeyed, losing any sense at this rate.

Kai wasted no time, lining his tip with your entrance. You figured he was a unprotected sex freak but you had an IUD. You never knew when this moment would come. “Make sure to breathe,” He said against your ear.

A dull pain came as he thrusted his cock deep inside your pussy but it wasn’t as bad as you imagined. You felt full as you wrapped your thighs around his waist. You whimpered as he moved harder, his thumb stimulating your clit at the same time.

“Such a good little bitch, taking me so well. Fuck, you’re so tight.” Kai groaned and your eyes rolled back.

You weren’t going to last long and by his speed you knew he wouldn’t either. Kai held his weight on his elbows, his lips peppering kisses down your neck. Now, he was vulnerable. Just like you. A sadistic idea played in your head and you tightened your legs around him. “More, daddy. More,” You begged.

Kai lifted his head from your neck, his eyes locked on yours.

“You’re my pretty boy, Daddy. I want you to cum in me.” You made your voice as pleading as you could.

“Fuck, I think you’re trying to kill me.” He choked. You pressed your lips against his, sucking his lower lip as his hips jerked. Your pussy pulsing from his cock, “keep going, daddy. Cum in me, please.”

That sent him over the edge, you weren’t far either as you both cried out in pleasure. Your hair was stuck against your forehead as he pulled out. The pressure released but an ache left you sore. Kai put his boxers back on but left you bare. He gave you a triumphant smirk. “Daddy’s so proud of you, little lamb. I knew I would win this little game between us. I always do.”

You chuckled and lifted yourself to a seat.

“And I’m so proud of you, my pretty boy.”

He won.

This round.

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[bucknastysbabe]

This is pure crack taken seriously. Fuckin in publix places. Dedicated to @valeskafics thanks now you owe me money.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Public sex, the Targtower horrendous family vacation, Daeron is in the picture (he isn’t), Bodyguard Criston, age gap, almost daddy kink, spitting in mouth, sink sex?, pnv!sex, v!fingering, oral fixations, Degredation, dirty talk, Criston is Old, Aegon is the FBI’s sex crimes hound he has a 20 mile radius

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I do not work at this establishment Nope not at all

It was obscenely hot. Your family was on the annual trip to Clearwater for a summer vacation to the beach. Also known as the Targtower explosion failure tour. You and Daeron had coined it that two years ago when Aegon had drunkenly exploded the back yard trying to set off fireworks.

Your mother wheeled your decrepit father around, a floppy sun hat on his spotted head. Viserys was…rotting…sort of? Cancer sucks. It wasn’t really like he was there anyways, all of you were sent to boarding schools. Ole’ Vizzy invited his eldest daughter, her children, and Uncle Daemon to the grand beach mansion this year. Probably because he’d be dead next year.

Whatever it may be. It will be chaotic. Aemond was already scribbling furiously in his totally not a diary journal. Your family had stopped to get subs and some refreshments at one of the many Publix shopping centers dotting Florida. It was a busy Friday, so the whole clan was rotting along with Viserys in line.

Aegon slipped off to, “Stock up on booze.”

No surprise there. You eyed the family bodyguard Criston to gauge his reaction. He looked bored, gaze following Aegon. You ogled Criston’s summer wear. He looked pretty fucking good with some bitty shorts and a summery button-up polo. You’d been fucking the man since, well, every holiday or vacation since last Thanksgiving.

Which you thought would be hard. Not really as most of your family didn’t give a fuck about anything but themselves or were on something. Otto had been the closest to catching the pair of you. Taking a step behind Helaena you whispered, “Come up with something.”

Criston’s dark brows furrowed as he mouthed back ‘what?’ You rolled your eyes and murmured, “Find a reason for us to fuck off from this line, mom knows the orders!” Criston’s confusion settled into a calm facade. He spoke up, “Ali, the squirt and I are going to get some ice and other stuff, just text?”

“Sure, go ahead, this line isn’t moving anytime soon,” she sighed, waving them off.

Free from the hellish deli line you echoed “Squirt?”

Criston rubbed the back of his neck, laughing, “I mean I am 20 years your elder, and I make you squirt?” He stopped and peered at the signs, gasping when you dragged him toward the bathrooms. The bodyguard questioned frantically as you moved.

“W-what are we doing? Oh my, no, I know what you’re thinking, no!”

His big hands paused you by the shoulders. Criston sternly stated, “I’m supposed to be watching over everyone, not boinking in a public restroom! At a Christian establishment!” You frowned, throwing the man puppy eyes, pressing yourself into his trim frame. The grocery workers were probably disgusted but not surprised.

Leaning up to whisper you whined, “Come onnnnn, live a little, they’re just in line, a quickie? C’mon Criston, m’so fuckin’ wet for you baby.”

His jaw clenched down on a ragged growl. You stroked a hand down his chest, “Enjoy it while we can, soon I’m going to be frolicking around in my bikini while you gotta watch my dad.”

That seemed to win over the man, sighing and dipping into the women’s bathroom with you, taking up the biggest stall. Criston shoved you against the black stall, growling, “You’re such a damn brat, what got you all wet in the car, hm baby?”

“Mmm, I was watching you drive, your hands, wanted them ‘round my throat, fingers on my tongue baby.”

Criston’s dark eyes rolled a bit, the big hands in question slapping down on your ass as he hissed, “Drive me insane, goddamn.” He closed in toward your face and kissed, moaning soft and low. You shoved down his shorts, gently pulling at flushed cock. The bodyguard gasped and bit your lip, snarling, “Needy aren’t we?”

You nodded, opening your full lips. Criston spat into your mouth muttering, “Filthy girl.” You mewled when he picked you up and propped your ass on the sink. He told you to shut up while thick fingers slid up your skirt, ripping the thin material of your panties off. You bit down on your knuckles, whining like a damn puppy.

“Cock slut.”

You loved when he called you that. You also loved when he took your destroyed panties for his own keeping. Criston was a bigger whore than you. Folded so easily when you made the first move.

Criston murmured, nipping at your ear, “Goddamn you didn’t lie, little dirty slut, gonna have to fuck you now, god, don’t know how anyone just doesn’t look at you and know.”

“K-kn-know what?”

“What a deviant, cock-hungry slut you are baby,” he laughed quietly, pressing a couple kisses to your lips and jaw. You gripped weakly at his hair, panting in sharp little mewls. His dark eyes greedily roved over your tits falling out of the low-cut top, writhing on his thick fingers, begging for his cock.

Criston hissed, shoving his fingers down your throat to quiet your desperate begging. Tears fell down your eyes as you realized he removed

them between your legs to shove down your mouth. You shivered— more tears leaking down your red cheeks as you helplessly tasted your own essence.

The bodyguard grinned sharply, cooing into your ear, “Figured that would keep you quiet. Fucking whore.” His dark hair fell forward as he gazed at your cunt, adding, “Lookit’cha, already trying to suck me in, hah.”

He aligned his weeping cock with your horribly empty pussy, bullying his way in, free hand coming to rest at the small of your arching back. You shook at the sudden, deep intrusion, suckling Criston’s thick fingers with a mewl. The bodyguard was making forceful little thrusts

into your cunt, trying to keep the noise level at a minimum.

He mouthed at your shoulder, neck, panting dirty nonsense. You grew tighter around him, the lurid nature of this situation making you throb harder. Criston chuckled in your ear, strained from his very methodical fucking.

Usually the man wanted to be soft and sappy, fuck for hours. Or go to pound town. He was currently stuck in an awkward predicament and couldn’t do either.

“You’ll be bringing your pretty ass to my room every night after dragging me into this shit.”

You nodded eagerly, squirming on his length. Criston groaned at your unexpected response, his girl already fuck dumb on his ass, she’d have some sexy bratty remark right now. He refocused on jerking his hips up, hitting that soft spot at the roof of her pussy.

Criston shoved his left thumb in her mouth to get it wet before snaking it down to her engorged clit, throbbing and twitching in time with his direct little thrusts. He groaned raggedly at her involuntary shiver, milking his prick further along.

A pair of voices giggled from outside the stall, “Oh my god, they’re fucking? Don’t forget a condom!”

Criston’s eyes widened. He needed to wrap this up before anyone got suspicious. He pulled out a bit to slam back in, swirling his thumb, even popping a puffy nipple into his mouth. The brunette even began to massage her warm tongue.

“Mm, Mm! Cri- mmmmm!”

He grinned up from her tits, rumbling, “Come for me pretty girl, come on, do it now, we have a time limit!”

He didn’t mean to mention the time limit. Whoops.

You nodded, eyes rolling back as you were deposited into bliss. Criston hungrily replaced his wet fingers with his mouth, kissing away and swallowing desperate noises. Shuddering against his bigger frame he coddled and pet you, cock pumping along until he tensed and blew his load partially in you, partially in a papertowel, groaning your name.

His sappy puppy eyes were out now, the elder man breathing softly against your face. He hummed, “Alright, let’s get dressed yeah?” You nodded and tucked your tits away, putting wild hair into a ponytail, and straightening your skirt. The panties would have to be missing, hopefully no cum would leak out.

Criston looked a bigger mess, his curls all over the place, shirt askew, shorts on the ground. He breathed out huffily, “Please help me.” You smirked at him, getting Criston presentable for the great outdoors, of Publix. Regardless, both of you looked like you’d been fucking in a bathroom. Whatever.

The deli line had only moved 3 more spots, finally putting your mom and Vizzy, now asleep, in the front row. You held some sunscreen while Criston had the box of ice. Aemond raised a brow and scoffed. Aegon, significantly drunker than you’d last seen him sniffed loudly.

“It smells like someone was fucking? Who was fucking?”

You watched in horror as Aegon sniffed out Criston like a hound. He snatched up Criston’s fingers and stared before guffawing, the body guard shoving your eldest brother away. Aegon was on hand and knee now, laughing, “Sorry, I- HAHAAHAHAHAHAH- okay, m’god I prom-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH”

You kicked his shin, Aegon yelping and tripping. Eventually Otto stepped in and handed out orders of food. Why was he wearing a pimp outfit? Oh my god?

You grabbed some peach Tea while Criston snatched an energy drink. You hummed, “I mean how many times can you say that you’ve been fucking in Publix?”

“Yeah, that’s ten swats.”

#crack fic #hotd smut #hotd fanfic #ser criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader #targtowers

[cagesofgold]

I have this head-canon that Connie’s eyesight is really bad. Like, really bad.

He can manage to make his way through life, but when he’s intoxicated? forget it. You’ve watched him fall through tables, down stairs, up stairs??? and people of course.

And in the mornings when he wakes up he’s so dozey that he ends up walking into the doors in your apartment.

*Crash*

“Con, you okay?”

“Ow” :(

you’ve pestered him to get glasses so many times but each time he’ll deflect it or change the subject, he refuses to get them, and contacts for that matter. He has an unwavering fear of him forgetting to take them out (which he will) and them rolling to the back of his eyeballs :(

he’s said this to you many times as you had to hold back a laugh.

But still, he REFUSES because he’s so insistent on the fact that he isn’t half blind, and in fact has perfect vision. Which you know isn’t the case.

but one day you manage to drag him to the opticians after promising him a reward later *wink, and when he gets his results back his mouth cracked open a few inches as if him having horrendous eyesight was breaking news

“Ain’t no way…” He mumbled, gawking down at the piece of paper as he slid his hand down his chin.

he decided on some silver rimmed glasses and when he tried them on, whew, girlllll. you paused for a few seconds as your mouth lay agape, internally churning in anger at him depriving you of this sight for so long.

he doesn’t understand your reaction and sighs, putting them back. “See, i knew i’d look bad.”

“Connie. Put those fucking glasses back on now.”

he was never keen on wearing glasses but now he’s realized you love it, he wears them all the time. And especially during sex.

and the first time he wore them during sex he lost. his. shit. He could see you so much clearer than before and he got rock hard in an instant. “Holy…fuck, babe.”

and one last thing for the road, when he’s wearing them during sex they totally fog up <3

#connie springer #connie #connie x reader #connie’s #connie smut #connie springer smut #connie springer fic #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #aot smut #aot fluff

[oceanlipgloss]

5.1.2024

—nsfw

Time for dessert with Paimon lol the scene says "I can see you blushing wherever I look" and that sounds so appealing I tell you

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intro: this is unrelated to the H-scene, but no more images fit in my previous entry and OH MY GOD BELIAL. MC GETS TO MEET HIM NOW! I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT SO MUCH AAAAH And. Did Jjyu just call Bimet. A poop? ROFL well if he insists, how about solid gold poop nah I like Bimet a biiit too much don't even think about it Jjyu he does deserve the insult tho ngl

update I: I really appreciate MC being considerate and trying not to worry the others. Also, when I think about Sitri's H-scene I go to heaven ascend more please and his "don't worry. I can help" just now made my heart flutter so much lmao Paimon being worried, too? <3

update II: it's the subtle shit that shoots me in the heart wooooo

update III: yeah! besties help each other

update IV: roll with it, girl. He's gonna do you in a few anyways, so I'd say him calling you his bestie should be the least of your, um, 'problems'

update V: he feeds my nonexistent hope only to starve it again. I'm going to treat myself to his H-scene again soon. It's perfect in every way, food for my heart pun fully intended and I wish there was more because my god

update VI: lol Paimon quickly catching on to the meaning behind Sitri's 'I can help' and insisting to rain on his parade? Everyone has to get a turn but still, pls Sitri for the main course, Zagan for dessert and Satan for breakfast

update VII: oooooh, something new this time

update VIII: oh my. Mirrors. It's full of mirrors. Meaning he'll be able to see MC in every single mirror as he rails her, so no matter where he looks, he'll see her blushing, like the quote says. Nice thinking, Paimon lol

update IX: oh yeahhh there's going to be more 'steps' this time. You better undress EACH OTHER this is exciting

update X: 'play,' you say, eh?

update XI: one word: YES

update XII: I see. I really see. Uh-huh. I can read his mind

update XIII: fucking hell, it's already lunchtime! The subtle stuff, it's always the subtle stuff

update XIV: he's behaving the total opposite of his appearance skjbkebsjf like 'you WILL look at the mirror and you WILL see what I'm going to do to you' mhm

update XV: dear Lord the mere concept of it. Exquisite have a gold star

update XVI: YEAHHHH

update XVII: MC gets it. This is what I was talking about in my other post ugh yaaaas

update XVIII: no but him telling her what to do? "Place your hands on the wall" GODDAMMIT PAIMON YES

update XIX: rockin' yours truly is vibing with this

update XX: holy mother of— his arms and thighs, yo

update XXI: even MC is like holy cow this is unreal but I'm like girl, say that to porn. THIS, ON THE OTHER HAND? THIS IS ARTISTIC But WHERE IS THE BLOOD??? WE NEED PAINT

update XXII: good stuff munch munch

update XXIII: that last part? Paimon taking a mirror, throwing it on the ground and ordering MC to gaze down at it? Then MC nutting falling apart because of that? YUP.

update XXIV: compensating for lack of blood with fluff isn't a substitute for ketchup quite enough, but this was really nice, so...the fluff, here it comes!

update XXV: leave it to MC to end things with a bang

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6.1.2024

+note: this was really good. I was, however, expecting there to be blood. I do understand the reasons for staying on the safe side, but honestly, it's sad and unfortunate that this avoidance has to be practiced when the game itself is founded on dark and unusual themes—that alone should be a pass for unorthodox things to be injected into it. Including Paimon's Haematophilia would've sprinkled extra spice and given an even more unique dash to this scene. The sheer contrast with his sweet appearance would've truly been a cherry on top.

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edit 1: well guys, guess what! It's time for one of THOSE battles again. You know, 3-48 with those screeching angels how tf is something so horrendous an angel and the spike-shitting ones! I said it was coming, didn't I? So woohoo, I was right got stuck again I expected this to happen after the H-scene tbh, the battles were much too easy IMMA HOPEFULLY PASS WITH THAT SINGLE L CARD OF MINE THO maybe not because I refuse to spend my lesser keys just yet, so let's see how many days it'll take me to pluck some feathers this time (update 2: this girl definitely isn't passing with her one L card)

edit 2: dude this battle is hellish difficult FR (update 1: I take that back. It's hardcore+) so for now DOWN WE GO AND DEFEAT IT IS, BOYS pffft (update 3: I just promoted Satan's card for the last time *coolly crosses fingers* but tell you what, everyone other than Satan is quickly skipping to the other side Satan isn't gonna be of much help on his own) (7.1.2024, update 4: you're telling me there's one more promotion to get to level 90? Lmfao hell nah bro I'm not doing it. Noooooooo)

edit 3: OMFG I— This is irrelevant to what I was talking about but it's memorable asf lol so, I was shuffling through the characters I have and scrolling their opinion sections. I once again found myself thinking that Gusion is hot because goddamn, he really is. Anyways, in his section someone wrote, "him asking me 'what's 1000-7?' while railing me" and I'm gonna break into a dance because IT'S A TOKYO GHOUL REFERENCE AND AS A HUGE TOKYO GHOUL FAN THE CONTEXT OF IT IS KILLING ME LMAO Whoever is behind that comment, you've got big brains. You deserve 1000 stickers. Gusion would love you lol and most importantly, your idea is making me feel things I can't wait for MC to meet him I also predict that his H-scene will be BOMB

8.1.2024

edit 4: I PASSED. OH MY GOD. I PASSED. I DON'T BELIEVE IT. BARBATOS, ASTAROTH, PPYONG, MY SAVIOURS! YOU PROTECTED SATAN AND SAVED ME! Let me mention what happened, though, because my God. The third time was the charm in this case. After try upon try, I almost won, but then Satan died, so no can do. That was near-win number one. On my second almost-victory, I had 2 angels left but they were the screaming ones—I had two remaining hearts, so I was was just about to either move Satan and use his Ultimate attack or let one of them pass but guess what? NO MORE MOVES! Satan's HP was near zero so he goes *poof* and I lose with hope because WE CAN ALL SEVEN OF US KICK BUTT AS WE ARE AFTER ALL! The third time, though? Rattle 'em, boys we got it in the bag! Anyways, I'm elated. TIME TO CONTINUE THE STORY and perhaps not celebrate just yet, because I'm certain more battles like this one are on the way. But wow, it really did take three days this time too!

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update XXVI: ugh he can't help it <3

update XXVII: I'm sorry, but...SMELLY FLY? Pffff

update XXVIII: Jjyu's insults are weird asf lol I mean, 'you're worse than a pill bug' and 'you're like spittle'? lmao

update XXIX: It's heartbreaking and unjust that devils have lost a lot because of angels. Belial lost his voice, Andre lost his family and friends...it's so sad and unjust. And the fact that Belial spoke on his own when he thought MC was Solomon is so sweet and touching. There's so much meaning and emotion behind this gesture.

update XXX: excuse me while I obsess over the fact that he has to have his hands on her or be near her somehow

update XXXI: this is truly so sweet. And Belial seems to be very gentle and get emotional quite easily. I love that so much

update XXXII: what the angels are doing is monstrous. What the hell

update XXXIII: when someone is as anguished as this, nothing can truly comfort them, but he really deserves a long, silent hug until his tears just start to fall and some of the pain gets out

update XXXIV: thank you for being kind to him, MC <3

update XXXV: he's so hurt and heartbroken. I feel so sad for him

update XXXVI: it seems that I've already put 30 images, so I can't add more, but Belial thanking MC for acknowledging his sadness, and Jjyu immediately following after with "you bedwetter!" is hilariously smart lol because come on, he is NOT wrong she IS a bedwetter, just not in the sense he means

update XXXVII: now it's Bimet's turn to add a light touch to this emotional scene, apparently, because MC and Belial are both crying, Belial is wiping MC's tears (he's so sweet, I love him so much already) MC, you should wipe his tears too and cue Bimet coming in with "I can't see through my tears. Condolence money pls :(" lol I adore him

update XXXVIII: lmao everyone is thinking about how vile Bimet is and is glaring daggers at him. Meanwhile, Mammon is just *proud* like 'THAT'S MY RIGHT-HAND MAN, EVERYONE!'

update XXXIX: Sitri, my sweet...sometimes, only sometimes, the one thing you seem to hear well is heartbeats. Satan probably got a sore throat because of how often he's told others that MC is Solomon's daughter and not Solomon himself, yet you still insist that she is indeed Rika? Solomon I GET THAT YOU MISS HIM A BUNCH BUT PLEASE, SITRI, LISTENNN And now, look at this man as he scolds Ppyong for 'saying that Belial is dead' when all the poor marshmallow ever did was repeat again and again that BELIAL IS NOT DEAD never worry, though, Sitri, for I still love you to bits

#what in hell is bad diaries #what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad #whb #whb paimon

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Fighting Words

After some consideration, you were less depressed and more pissed off at the artistically inclined twin.

You hadn't seen hair or hide of Vincent since the laundry room incident.

And maybe that was for the better.

While part of your mind couldn't shake the love you had for him, the other hated him.

Perhaps though, hate was a strong word.

But right now, Vincent Sinclair was number one on your shit list.

You couldn't decide what went wrong. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You knew that. You could still taste him on your tongue. Feel his thick cock heavy against your lips.

It was addictive. You were obsessed

You slammed the cupboard shut, frowning. The feeling of his cock in your mouth, gagging you. Choking on his cum. You thought about it day and night, in your dreams at daydreams.

Fighting the urge to throw the glass cup in your hand against the wall, you heard the door behind you slam open and Bo's loud voice echo "Y/N!?! WHERE ARE YOU? "

Your hands gripped the counter so hard, your knuckles turned red. You were not in the mood for this "Holy FUCKING SHIT, BO! I'M IN THE FUCKING KITCHEN WHERE I FUCKING ALWAYS AM!"

Bo was quiet for a moment, probably seething with rage. Probably plotting some horrendous way to kill you. Something gruesome, like that Carly chick and her brother you've heard so much about.

At this point, it'd be a blessing. Just kill her and get this agony over with.

You could Bo's footsteps getting closer, before the kitchen door swung open. You barely looked over at him, he raised a eyebrow "What crawled up your ass and died? "

"Your hopes and dreams."

"Ha-ha. Ya being more bitchy than your usual...uh, bitchy self."

You scoffed "Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, Bo."

You heard him laugh behind you "Yeah, seems like it. "

In the corner of your eye, you saw him lean against the counter next to you. He smirked, wriggling his eyebrows, in a dramatic manner"Ya know, ya kinda sexy when you're mad."

The sentence made you snort, rolling your eyes at him. But it also made you laugh, the first time in a while. It felt nice. Like the way things used to be.

Bo and you hadn't been close. Vincent had been your best friend, rather he knew that or not, you weren't sure. But Bo was a strange entity. One moment, he cursing out your existence. Threatening you that his brother's protection wasn't going to last forever.

But right now, you were reminded of home. Your real home. Of your high school sweethearts and friends. Joking with each other and fumbling touches on prom night. Bo reminded you of that.

But even so, even though Bo made you miss something you hadn't thought about since you were left alive...

Vincent was Hades. Dark and dangerous. While his brother was the golden Apollo.

The front door slammed open, causing both Bo and you to jump. There stood Vincent, and that jovial mood vanished. Obviously, you couldn't see his face in it's entirety, but his one blue eye was filled with anger.

I hate him I love him you . Be mad. Don't be at me.

"Hey, Vinny!" Bo raised a eyebrow, sensing his twin's annoyance. How could he not? It was palpable, hanging in the air like a dense fog.

Vincent stood there, fingers grabbing the doorframe so hard his knuckles turned white. You turned around, continuing your chores. His gaze pierced into your back.

Bo cleared his throat "Well, Lester's truck broke down outside of Tensas Parish. So we ain't gonna be home for dinner. "

You looked over at him "You going to be okay driving by yourself? I could come with. "

"Tch, I trust ya. But not that much. Nah, ya stay here with Vincent." Bo slapped your shoulder, before walking away.

It was silent in the room now. Only the sounds of Bo's truck backing out of the gravel.

Just pretend he isn't here and go about your life.

You could hear his breathing behind you, seemingly getting closer. Every breath he took felt like he was ripping on from your own lungs.

Placing the last glass in the cupboard, you shut it and turned to walk away. Passing by Vincent, his hand darted out to grab your wrist "Ow, Vincent! Let go of me! "

Vincent shook his head, turning around back to the basement door. He dragged you along with him.

You'd be lying to yourself if you said his forceful grip wasn't sending shockwaves through your body. But you weren't going to admit that to him. Not after all the torment he put you through "Vincent! Where the fuck are you taking me?!?"

He dragged you down further into his workshop, stopping once he reached the bottom. Before you could complain about the treatment, Vincent spun you around, slamming your face against the wall.

Fuck me fuck you please fuck me

"WHAT THE HEL-" The feeling of something hard and warm pressing against your ass cut off your thoughts. Vincent ground his hard cock into you, breathing heavily in your ear. A whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it.

Vincent's hands gripped your sweats, pulling them off along with your panties. You gasped, hands darting down to grab his "Vincent! What are you doing?!?"

Vincent's hands ripped away from your own. Shakily, his hands came back to your line of vision, signing with difficulties "Mine..."

Yes yours you stupid dick

He had been jealous. The thought made your clit pulse. But you still had questions "I was always yours. Why did you walk away from me? "

Vincent's hands stopped, giving you a chance to turn around. You met his eye, crossing your arms"I thought about you so many times. And you just walked away. You have no right to be jealous. "

Vincent looked away from you, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt. You scoffed, trying not to lose your temper.

There had to be a reason, somewhere deep in Vincent's mind, why he pushed you away. You had your suspicions. And you weren't happy about it.

"You don't think you deserve me, do you? After all of this..." You gestured to the space between you both "All of this tension between us?"

You grabbed Vincent's fiddling fingers away from your shirt "I've thought about these fingers inside of my pussy since I met you. I've thought about these fingers holding me close. "

You could tell he was shocked.

You dense motherfucker.

Sighing, you shoved Vincent's hands towards your wet pussy, watching with hidden glee when his eye widen behind his mask "You feel that? You did this. Even when I'm fucking pissed at you, I've never wanted someone more."

Vincent looked down at his drenched fingers, giving them a experimental flick against your folds. You moaned, jerking against him "Vincent ~I need you. "

These three words shook him out of his reverie. He met your gaze, before turning your body around again. He, more gently than before, pressed you against the wall. You groaned, wriggling you butt against his crotch.

Vincent let out a grunt in your ear, and you felt him lifting his mask away from his face. This made you pause, turning your head to face the wall completely. Last thing you wanted to do was scare him.

"Baby, you don't have to take your mask off if you don't want to. I'm perfectly fine with just your dic- holy shit!"

You were cut off by the warm, wet feeling of his tongue lick up your slit. Vincent moaned against your pussy, his slightly chapped lips placing kisses against your skin.

Your fingers scraped against the concrete walls, gasps and whimpers escaping your throat uncontrollable. It was going to fuck up your fingernails, but you couldn't give to shits about it right now.

You whispered his name like a prayer as his tongue lazily drags between your already dripping folds. In theory, he hasn't touched you much, and all of his touches were light.

You moaned, thrusting your ass into his face, begging for harder contact "Vincent, please stop fucking teasing me!"

A sharp of gasp left your lips as he felt his mouth graze over the meat of your butt, his teeth sinking into the flesh. You wanted to reach out to him, grab his hair and reposition it where it belonged.

Face first into your throbbing pussy.

He must have heard your thoughts, read the filthy words echoing in your mind.

Dragging his tongue over the tight ring of muscle hidden between your cheeks, he slowly made his way back to your cunt. His tongue circles around your hole, watching in amazement as it clenched around nothing.

You heard his moan, that beautiful sound you chased after for so long. One you thought you lost forever.

"Vincent ~" You were nearly crying "P-Please, give me something. Anything. Fuck me with your mouth. Make me feel good."

His tongue unexpectedly dove into you with inexperienced enthusiasm, causing you to lurch forward. He pulled you closer, shoving his face into your pussy as he ate out your cunt like a starved man.

You tasted better than he ever could imagine.

Vincent moved his tongue frantically against your sex, licking and sucking anything he could find. He wasn't sure if he was doing it right, his only source material being the pornos his brother left around.

But from what he could gather, he seemed to be doing well for himself. If your cries and moans were anything to go by.

One well planned suck to your clit had stars forming behind your eyes “I’m gonnacum, ‘mgonnaocu—”

You can do nothing but slam your palm on to the wall, your orgasm cutting off all rational thoughts. Vincent held your shaking body in his hands, your legs quivering, threatening to give out from under you.

He nuzzled his face against your thighs, kissing them as you came down from your high.

"S'good, you're so good. " You quietly praise him "I wanna kiss you. Can I kiss you, baby? "

Vincent stilled between your legs and for a moment you thought he would run away from you again. But his hand covering your eyes and turning your face to him proved you wrong.

You almost jump at the sensation of his lips finding yours,rough and chapped, but delicious nonetheless. The satisfaction of finally kissing him elicited a gasp out of you.

A gasp he eagerly swallows in a long kiss, tongues wet and wrestling with one another. A the pad of his free thumb stroked the column of your throat, applying light pressure.

Unfortunately, your human bodies required air and you both parted, feeling a long string of saliva fall to your chin. You snorted, hand reaching up to stroke the hand covering your eyes "You keep that up and I'm going to get all hot and bothered again. "

Vincent chuckled, grabbing his mask and placing it on his face. His hand slowly fell away from your eyes, and you took this as his ok to turn around. Eyes dewy and smiling like the cat the just got the canary.

Vincent thought you looked beautiful after you came.

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