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18002dheauxs · 2 years

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Hello! I loved your fire force headcanons! ^w^ (I'm not sure if you're taking requests already, if not feel free to ignore this) Could i request some general nsfw headcanons for Joker and Charon? Take your time, hope you have a good day!

I am taking request! Sorry this has been sitting in my asks so long! I was trying to be thorough then I started a new job and it's just been WHEW but here we go! I really hope you like it anon!

-about: NSFW headcanons for Joker & Charon

-with: Joker & Charon (both Fire Force), gn! reader

-wc: 1.5K

-⚠️warnings: NSFW, fingering, oral (on him & you), a lil degradation, a touch of breeding & I think thas it, as always minors you bet not interact

Joker:

So I don't feel like Joker sleeps around as much as people think he does. Like he doesn't do actual relationships but for the most part he only sleeps with a couple people at a time he just don't got the time for it to get messy

That being said he's really good at keeping the fwb situation as just that. Growing up how he did, he's pretty skilled at keeping his emotions in check

Ok now to the freakier deakier stuff 😗 first things first. You know what they say about tall, skinny guys.. if you don't they say they're packing.. he's packing that's what I'm trying to say.. I'd say like 7 inches and it's pretty thick. He's cut, a grower and despite it being such a monster it still looks nice. It's got a nice curve to it and the shaft is the color of his normal skin. The tip tho is pink and sensitive it's a wonder he actually went through with the frenum piercing right under the head. He keeps himself trimmed tho (he does it for him more than you tho sorry)

Joker is better with his hands than his mouth! Granted he's very good with his mouth too (multitalented mf 😒) he just can do it with those magical hands so much easier.

With him being so multi talented comes with him being a fast learner so he learns you and can have you coming apart for him in minutes at one point and yes it is as frustrating as it sounds.

He loves doggy and you riding him so he can get handfuls of that ass and I do mean handfuls like even if you don't got that much he'll grab what he can and loves to land some nice firm spanks to it when he's not grabbing

Idk if you caught this but this man is an ass man he loves him some ass. Touching it, smacking it, and if you'll allow him fucking it. Ofc he eats ass too but I didn't feel like that needed to be said this man is a freak

He spent so much time locked away training & having to keep his distance from people once he finally started being able to actually do stuff he wanted to do everything so in the wise words of the late great Pop Smoke he's "widdit all whatchu wanna do? He's a slut what's up? Get him lit. He dares you."

Joker really is pm down for whatever you wanna do as long as he can hear you whimpering, moaning, damn screaming his name. That's what he likes. Your body at his command, those sweet sounds you make and the way your beautiful face twists up in pleasure. It gets him absolutely rock hard.

Speaking of sounds, Joker doesn't really make that much noise. He'll let out grunts and a couple groans when it really feels good but for the most part he's quiet other than the dirty talk.

And oh does he talk dirty! He's got this thing where he can simultaneously praise you and degrade you at the same time and it's.. it's actually pretty impressive. He'll be telling you things that would make the devil blush but he's saying that you're doing a good job at it so now you're kinda like… "ah thanks you really think so…🥺"

The one thing he may say no to is tying him up and relinquishing too much of his control. He's a bit traumatized by that.

He's a tease too! Such a bad tease this mans is mean! He loves to see you all worked up and that mf doesn't even care where you're at he'll be getting you worked up enough that you're the one pulling him away for some kind of relief. Now everyone thinks you're the one that's down detrimental when he started it. You should really stop fw him but I don't blame you if you don't. That dick is a 10/10.

He's a master with it so when you need to pay him back give him head and pay attention to that sensitive head and the piercing this is when you get the most sounds from him. Between your teary eyes looking up at him with his dick between those pretty lips and his sensitive tip being massaged by your throat, he never stood a chance.

He gets better at aftercare the longer yall sleep together! When yall first started fuckin he was in & out (no pun intended.. kinda) but after a while he would stay for a lil whiskey, cigarettes & bad Tubi movies. If he doesn't switch you out, he may even actually be there in the morning after a while. We'll see..

Charon:

Ok so Charon doesn't sleep around yall are together ok what does he look like a whore? Actually don't answer that..

He's not tho! He's not got time to waste on quick pleasures. He's a very busy man building a whole new world order and such.

Now let's get the stats out the way. The man is big everywhere. He's 6'7.5 & nearly 300 lbs. "I know his dick is big. I know it. I know it's big" but so are his balls. Big weighty balls and he's got a wild tuff of white hair above his horse cock. I'd say about 9 inches hard bit of a grower in his own right but it's just going from like an average 6 to that. It's thick too same color as his skin but his tip is a pinkish color and it's thick too 🥲. He's got one prominent vein that runs from the side to the top and you feel it when it's in you oh you feel it.. my chest hurts let's move on.

He's got stamina for days. That refractory period is damn near nonexistent. This man can nut, still for a beat and keep going. You're sweaty and teary and have lost count of the times you've cum already by the time he stops. So you know he's filled you up full.

Is this a good time to mention his breeding kink? He's only 11 years older than Haumea and has been watching her since she was so small. His whole life he was a father/older brother figure so he's very down for making kids with you if possible. If not we'll he's still down to practice.

He's a big guy and he sometimes doesn't know his own strength so there are many a broken bed frame but he wouldn't hurt you. He may land a lil slap on ya buhtt if your acting up.

Oh yea that reminds me he's a dom. Such a dom this man is so in charge he's "fixing you with one look and a low 'y/n..'" in charge. He loves it too. Loves the control he has over you and how much you love it.

Not big on quickies or toys. His body should he enough and he likes to use that body to take his time on yours.

He'll use hands more than his mouth. He's so good with his hands tho and them bitches BIG so it's like how is this prep? Can I get some pre-prep? Damn.. anyways he's down to learn how to thrum your body in ways that make you scream and cry and once he's learned it well he's definitely gonna put those lessons to use.

He doesn't go down on you often but when he does he wants you to sit on his face. And PLEASE don't give him any "buT I'm tOo HeAvy" bullshit either have you seen him? Idgaf how much you weigh he will legit fling you off if he can't breathe and he never can't breathe.

He likes a good blow job tho. Gets off on tryna put the whole thing down your throat. Throws his head back and holds your head down until you tap out. He's training you slowly but surely to get your nose in his pubes. Go little cockstar 🥲

He makes more noise fucking you than anything tho. He's not incredibly vocal but he makes a variety of sounds if that makes sense? Grunts, groans, moans, maybe even a growl or 2 but they don't happen all throughout sex just when it reaally starts feeling good. He talks you through it when you cum tho it drives you crazy! Like I'm so sensitive rn those whispered "right there always squeeze me so fucking good. So fucking good." are bad for my health sir!!

He has a couple favorite positions he loves. As I said his strength is one of his pride and joys so he loves to fuck you in positions that demonstrate that. Full Nelson, fucking against the wall, he'll even sometimes bounce you on his dick when you're riding him especially if you're not going the pace he wants you at

Pretty good at aftercare tho! Will give you water, snacks, maybe a massage (that may lead to something else), maybe y'all take a bath to soak away the knots he put in you (that may also lead to something else).. what can he say he loves the way your body reacts to him and he's willing to see it as much as possible.

#charon smut #joker smut #fire force smut #fire force #fire force x reader #lucki's log #I really needa work on my time management and figure out how to do this tagging 😭

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mossiestpiglet · 1 month

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Charon does literally anything and I am cooing and squealing like someone who just discovered kittens for the first time

#charon ff #charon fire force #ecdysing #fire force

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lobotheduck · 5 months

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#manga #fire force #haumea #charon

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iuveneseo · 1 year

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Source: Fire Force / 炎炎ノ消防隊

By: Atsushi Ohkubo

#manga #manga cap #art #fireforce #fire force #hinawa #charon #shounen #black and white #b&w #anime #enen no shouboutai

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fivekrystalpetals · 1 year

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honestly didn't expect to fall for them in the beginning—but what Haumea and Charon had was something truly special <3

that little roll and pout XD she thinks she can't be loved because she is too far gone and yet the guy sitting right next to her loves her unconditionally in spite of her taking out her anger (or pain rather) on him all the time

(I didn't expect this okay? Haumea believed and experienced the humanity filled with nothing but disgust, destruction, despair etc.; she believed that humanity can achieve salvation only by complete destruction bc that's what humanity wants. She believed she herself could possibly feel nothing and be nothing but act as an empty vessel to take in all the vile thoughts of humanity.

yet what felt for Charon were her own feelings, right? ;-;)

that's why—

I am so happy they are still together at the end! (it's mentioned in the wiki they got married *squee* is it really true?)— either way I am glad they remained together after everything they went through— yes, even tho they were the villains; even if they tried to destroy the world or whatever, it doesn't matter. Charon loved Haumea unto death, he was probably the only one who really understood what she was going through— so much that he was ready to die, ready to let the entire humanity die out, even ready to lead her to her own death if death was the only solution/salvation to put an end to her sufferings.

Haumea truly deserves the world,,, after going through so much, she still maintained her sanity tells something about how much of a strong character she was— glad she opted to give a chance to live on instead of choosing death when given the choice

#fire force #en en no shobotai #haumea #charon #manga spoilers #may-reads-ff #having said this i really wish authors stop putting their characters through a pain grinder all the time??#i mean her and....amaterasu #pure pain #amaterasu on the other hand never got a chance at a good life when she spent her whole life being exploited for others' sake #and in the end she chooses death??? come on #i am so mad about her ending #her ending turned out to be those who suffer will just continue suffering till their death #i am glad about at least haumea getting a good ending but will forever be bitter about amaterasu

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artpoetryimages · 1 year

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Fire Force | Charon Pencil Sketch

#artist #art #charon #fireforce #blackhistorymonth #artpoetryimages #blackexcellence365 #jasonspeight #pencilsketch

#art #pencil #artpoetryimages #jasonspeight #artist #moleskine #pencilsketch #artwork #fire force #charon #pencil sketch

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obscuritory · 1 year

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Realmz is a Macintosh RPG from 1994 that has a ton of content packed inside. It comes with one built-in scenario that doesn't have a main quest line so much as it does a dozen separate oversized sidequests, as well as a bunch of extra scenarios you could buy separately. There's hundreds of items included in Realmz, and I'm not sure how many of them are actually used in the base game, whether they were included for the add-on scenarios, or whether they were just added in the hopes that they'd be used in the future.

The creators of Realmz clearly had fun coming up with all the extra items. Especially all the flavor text! ESPECIALLY for all the cursed items. Here's some of my favorites, taken from the Realmz Character Editor. It was really hard to narrow these down (Reproduced as they were written with typos.)

Broadsword +2 A weapon fit for a lord. This weapon will bring many a jealous stare.

Scimitar of Trickery -2 A foul curse brought upon by an evil druid so long ago. Even the gods do not remember why.

Mace of Destruction +3 This weapon is extremly powerful and has always been in the hands of evil. Until now!

Morning Star of Pain -2 Aaagh! Sharp pains shoot through your arms as you try to bring this weapon to bear. What diabolical force created this?

Flail of Devilish Dare +4 Woe be the netherbeast to confront a foe who brandishes this weapon.

Tip Sword of Stench -2 The olfactory emissions produced by this item cause its wielder to choke and gag whenever need is greatest.

Sword of the Omen -3 This small blade brings visions of horrible destruction. Before the end of the first new moon they invariable come true.

Battleaxe of Death -2 Faaaughh!! What sick wizardry is this? It inflicts damage on the wrong side!

Bow of Thumbs -3 A criminal creation is this. Somewhere a vile wizard laughs.

Bow of Shalomar This mystical weapon was though to have been lost when the golden elves were banished from the Realmz. That does not now seem to be the case.

Throwing Hammer +3 If a hammer could swat a fly on the wall at a hundred paces, this hammer would be the one to do it.

Cobra Strike +4 Though it is disgusting to look upon, it is a mighty weapon in battle.

Firestorm Invented by a senile fire giant who was attempting to construct a interior heating system, firestorm arrows will blanket an area with flames that persist up to five rounds.

Cheters Blade +8 This weapon was once the weapon of Cheter. Cheter was an aid to Charon, ferryman over the river Styx. Cheter was slain while fighting at Charons side battling a powerful demon wishing to cross Styx without paying.

Leather of Darkness -2 Spawned from the pits of hell itself! Woe is the adventurer who mistakes this for a suit of armor.

Armor of Imprisonment -3 This suit looks innocent enough until you try it on. What twisted wizard created such poison as this?

Gauntlets +24 These gauntlets radiate so that none but the moronic will deny the power of their bearer.

Gauntlets of The Void Contemplate what is worst in men, and you will find a portrait of he who created this filth. Baaahhh! They hurt even to look at!

Cloak of Darkness -3 Many have considered the possible good that could have been done with the huge amounts of raw power used to create this cursed cloak.

Salt Table Salt, useful for curing meat and perhaps throwing in the face of enemies.

Gauntlets of Pain -2 This foul curse is considered one of the most painful. One will never play the flute again if worn too long.

Hellsbane +11 Created by Chetnyet the Brave in his quest to rid Hell of all devilkin. Such a fool who believes that hell can fall to the likes of just one man.

Necklace of Shackles -5 At first this necklace appears to be valuable. Hmmmmmph!!!

Shadow Mask A perminent smell of rot pervades this mask. Though it smells disgusting, it's benefits are vast.

Staff of the Ages Can turn any creature into a statue of stone. The mind is not destroyed and the cursed creature often goes mad from boredom over the centuries.

Mystic Luck Stone +20 This unique item is a true wonder. Taken from the dead body of a Vex Witch by "Bolo the Angry". A powerful ogre who found the witch dead of natual causes.

#realmz #RPG #Macintosh #gaming

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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𝑰 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰'𝑴 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫

pairing: tommy miller x fem!reader

genre: smut, soft enemies to lovers, minors dni

word count: 3.4k

summary: when you met him the first time him and his brother was your captor, months later he becomes yours, and quickly after that he become a resident of Jackson. You've already forgiven him for his past, but he's not happy with how eager you are to excuse what he's done.

warnings: tommy having a hero complex, tommy lashing out, piv sex, time skips, oral (giving & receiving)

a/n: the format I've written this in is inspired by @littlemisspascal 's getting lost is being found joel fic, which I highly recommend by the way it was amazing, one of my favorite things ever 💜

The world went to shit, well joke on the world, your life was already shit long before outbreak day.

It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Nothing just seemed to work out for you. But then all hell broke loose and suddenly it felt like you were off the hook, that you could be someone else, someone you always wanted to be. Someone that you knew you were. Before all this, you were just hurt, felt broken, but still smiled and went about your day. You tried to be good. Tried to be nice. For the most part, you like to think that you succeeded.

You became a guide. Somewhat similar to Charon, if you spared yourself the thought but instead of guiding the dead to Hades, you guided the living away from it. Things went smooth for the most part, you helped people where they needed to go, killed infected, shot down those who shot first. It was the oddest type of freedom that you felt.

But life had other plans, and life loved to point its middle finger right into your face.

It’s a dad and his two kids this time, you were helping them get to the nearest QZ. You cut the fence, helped them through, you knew hunters were lurking nearby, people who survived on killing and stealing—vultures.

You feel a tight grip on your neck and you’re being violently pulled back. The kids look back at you with horror lingering in their eyes, the dad eager to pull them away. With a deep breath, you manage to force out a smile.

“Go!” you shout. “You’re almost there!”

And they run, they run as fast as they can.

“Fuck!” you hear one of them say, a deep souther drawl heavy in your ear. “Shit, they got away. They had good weapons on them too.”

“At least we got the one,” the man that holds you answers. “Let’s go back, see what this one has.”

“Let me the fuck go!” you struggle, attempting to elbow him in the stomach. “You fucking assholes. They were fucking kids.”

Finally one comes into view, he’s broad—broad enough to stun you into silence. The fear of death lurks around your heart, sucking you into a black pit of realizing that this might be it. He has a glare that could kill, a hooked nose, and, most importantly, a gun. This man, you notice, this man would kill you in a heartbeat. He gives you one last once-over before tilting his head to the other holding you down.

“Knock her out, Tommy.”

ii.

It’s late. Far too late for anyone to be awake. The embers of the crackling fire had died down, only specks of golden orange shimmering between the ash. You’ve learned the names of your captors; Tommy and Joel. Brothers, you assumed, they didn’t really have to spell it out for it to be obvious.

You’re not sure why you’re still alive. You remember Joel muttering something about using you as bait, or to learn more about the routes that you seemed to know. Tommy had agreed.

In another life, another time, you would’ve deemed the men attractive. Especially Tommy. He had a boyish charm to him, longer hair compared to his brother (those poor dark locks had definitely seen better days), and mussed unkempt facial hair indicating that they’d been at this for a long time. You understand, to a degree, why someone might choose this to survive. Some people just didn’t know what else to do. Some people simply enjoyed it; the power, the freedom, the giddiness of not having a system to say no.

From what you understand, these two just had no idea what else to do. Too far off to reach a QZ, or they simply don’t trust FEDRA, whatever it is they seem to have made a life for themselves neither of them looked happy to be in.

Your eyes fall to where Joel is sleeping, Tommy’s on watch, which makes you somewhat hopeful, you don’t have the strength to piss off Joel—Tommy you can take a chance with, he seemed softer. Softer like a rose, pricking you if you’re too lax and not careful enough.

You’ve been captured before, and due to that, it doesn’t take long for you to free yourself from the hard ropes they tied you in. You hold your breath as you move away from the camp, careful not to step on any branches or rubble. You see Tommy ahead, he’s looking at you, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. You expect him to shoot, to chase after you.

He continues to stare as you disappear into the night.

ii.

You see a lot of dead bodies by the riverbed. Some infected, some not. You think about turning around, walking back to where you came from but before you can make a decision you’re surrounded. Your hands rise instantly, not wanting to cause trouble. Multiple rifles are pointed directly at you, and you notice a cute black dog but you have an inkling you won’t be feeling the same in a couple of minutes.

“I’m not here to cause trouble,” you say, the cold seeping through your jacket. “Just lost. I’m not infected.”

“Naive for you to think we’ll believe you,” one of the horsemen answers. “You mind if we test that out?”

You didn’t mind, but even if you did, you doubt you have any say in the matter. The dog comes forward, ears pressed against his skull, and you instinctively reach out your hand. You can’t really feel the wetness of his nose, but you can imagine it as he presses into your gloved palm. A moment later he starts wagging his tail.

A horse, along with its rider, steps up and everyone looks nervously at the equestrian. You straighten yourself and notice that even the dog pulls away, the energy she has demands respect, and oozes power. You swallow, looking up at her with both amusement and fear.

"You can come with us," she says, and without hesitation, one of the men helps you up onto the horse they're riding. Your hands fumble nervously as you grab onto the horse's shoulders, trying to steady yourself.

You’re not dead yet so you must be doing something right.

iv.

You trudge through the biting snow, your skin prickles with cold and the relentless flakes melt as soon as they touch your skin. You shudder. The cold is almost unbearable, but everyone has to pull their weight, no exceptions. Narrowing your eyes,, you spot a lone figure struggling in the snow. The way he moves is sluggish and ungainly, like a snail inching its way along a path.

With a sharp whistle, you signal to your companions to follow. They circle around the body with hesitation; it’s a man, a man that is somewhat familiar to you. The stranger groans and turns to his back, chest heaving heavily, you notice the tremble of his lips, the redness of his nose. You even notice the build-up of snow in his hair.

You know him. You have no idea how he ended up all the way here, but you know him. Getting off the horse, you shake your head. You don't know him, not really. You only know his name and what he represents.

Ian approaches, his eyes questioning as he asks, "What should we do? Should we leave him?"

“I know him,” you say, a hint of amusement in your voice due to the irony. “Let’s take him in. I’ll talk to Maria.”

His eyes flutter open, a brief expression of confusion appearing on his features. You can’t help but lean over a bit, hands placed on your hips.

“You’re not dead yet. Don’t worry.”

But as soon as the words leave your lips, Tommy loses consciousness.

He’s alone at the bar. He’s always alone.

Initially, Maria was reluctant to let Tommy stay, but for some reason, you vouched for him. You deeply believe that everyone deserves a second chance. A slightly foolish, maybe even childish, thought on your part but you can’t help it. In his eyes you only see parts of a broken man, his belief in the world shattered and gone with the wind.

Tommy struggles with socializing. He says hi and good morning but that’s pretty much all anyone can get out of him. You’re the only one who knows he has a brother, what he’s done. He’s especially annoyed when you’re around, which you think is a little bit unfair but you digress. He does what he’s told and handy with most things—which is lucky for you, you would hear a handful if he couldn’t do anything.

You want to talk to him, you have ever since you first saw him again. Hoping that this time it’ll be different, you sit near him not next to him. There are two empty seats between you two.

“Hi,” you greet him, he doesn’t look at you. In fact, he doesn’t acknowledge you at all. “How are you?”

No answer.

“You’re not having any issues right? You know, heating, water pressure, all that jazz.”

You’re not surprised at the least when he gets up and leave, not a word uttered. He pushes past the crowd and disappears through the door, into the cold. Unlike other times, this is the first instance where anger simmers hot in your gut. You’ve been nothing but patient. But not tonight. He’s going to talk to you whether he likes it or not.

With anger in your steps, you storm out. Luckily, he’s not far. You find him staring up at the undecorated Christmas tree. Normally, you would find it a somber sight, but you’re too frustrated to think about how good he looks with snow falling around him.

“Tommy!” you yell out, and he flinches, head snapping to you with wide eyes. “What the hell is your deal?”

“My deal?” he answers, voice eerily smooth and calm. “I should be fuckin’ asking you that.”

You’re standing an inch from him, the cold biting into your skin. “My deal? I’ve been nothing but nice to you. Wouldn’t wanna play that card but may I remind you that you’re fucking alive because of me? You could at least not be an asshole.”

“Sure you wanna go that route sweetheart? Because I could easily say the same thing for you.”

That night—the night that you escaped, so he did see you. All this time you convinced yourself that it was your eyes playing tricks in the dark. You shake your head, wanting to dislodge the moment from your mind.

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” you hiss. “Why are you avoiding me? I just want to talk.”

“Just leave me the fuck alone. You shouldn’t want to talk to me— someone like you… It ain’t normal. I should’ve died that night. I didn’t ask you to fuckin’ save me.”

You’re taken aback by the silent rage but refuse to show him the effect he has. The only indication that his words had any kind of result is when you take a step back, allowing him some semblance of space.

“You’re right, you didn’t,” you say softly, slowly. His gaze bores into you. “But I did. And you’re here. I didn’t save you that night to just make a point of who’s the better person. As you said, you allowed me to go that night—thank you by the way—but what are you going to do, just not talk to me? Ignore me? I don’t think that’s fair for either of us.”

You stand frozen as Tommy takes a step closer, his breath hot against your skin.

"What do you want from me?" he growls, his voice low and threatening.

You try to take a step back but he follows, closing the gap between you. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, a stark contrast to the frigid air around you. His lips curl into a slight sneer, and you can't help but feel a slight twinge of fear.

"You're always so nice, aren't you?" he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But what do you really want? You want me to be your little pet? Fixing me up like some broken toy. Well, newsflash, sweetheart, I'm not broken. I'm just fine the way I am."

"That’s not—" you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "That wasn’t my intention at all. The world is shit, I just didn’t want to add to it."

Tommy scoffs, his eyes glinting with anger. "But you did by keeping me alive. I did horrible things, things you can’t even imagine. So don't pretend like you understand me, because you don't."

“I know the shit you did Tommy. I was almost one of your victims, remember?”

His eyes drop to the ground, the fire in his eyes finally fading. He takes a quick step back, shoulder slumped, he shakes his head.

“I remember. There ain’t a day I don’t remember the shit I’ve done—we’ve done with my brother.”

Tommy gives you one last look before walking away, “I don’t need your pity.”

Half an hour later, you’re still standing there under the snow, completely alone.

vi.

It’s a dance almost. You find different ways for Tommy to communicate with you. You unlock his anger, his disappointment, his need to be good—the hero, if you will. But to be fair, you can’t take all the credit. It was mostly due to him, you got too close, and he got too frustrated. It was a brief moment of lips touching, then it quickly turned into a desperate ask for submission. You were eager to give, he hated that. Hated that you could when he couldn’t.

You know that there’s a high chance of other things lingering below the surface, things that he probably hadn’t dared to address himself.

In the privacy of your bedroom, you’re on your knees for him. Sucking on the tip of his cock eagerly as he stands upright, his hands are firsts that are stuck to his sides. This isn’t the first time, it isn’t the last. By the way salty precum coats your tongue, you know he’s enjoying himself. He has to be, if he wasn’t this wouldn’t be happening.

You figure that he enjoys fighting against it until he breaks. When he surrenders himself to it, to the pleasure, to the primal need to take, he pins you down and fucks you with everything he has. All his frustration seeps into you, each stroke deeper than the next. You enjoy that he’s rough, you enjoy feeling the lingering sting on your skin long after he leaves.

Looking up, you swallow him further down. He’s not overly thick but long, the dark curls at the base trimmed but still looking untouched. Tommy thrusts forward, the head of his cock brushing the back of your throat. Your nostrils flare as your lungs convulse with the need to cough, he notices but doesn’t pull back. Instead, you feel two hands cradling the back of your neck, pulling you further down his length, making you take him whole.

Your eyes go wide and squeeze shut right after. You feel him throbbing in your throat and you swallow, again and again, which prompts him to drag his cock out slightly only to bury himself back into your throat. Your jaw aches, spit dripping down the corners of your lips as you flatten your tongue over the underside of his cock. A faint growl echoes from the back of his throat, you swallow again, he fucks your mouth as he would your wet cunt. Tears flood your lashline, you can barely breathe. Your throat tightens around him.

“Fuck, don’t close your eyes,” he grunts, the dark curls at the base tickling your nose. “Look at me. Look at me like you always do.”

The Look, is something that you still don’t quite understand. He says it often, telling you to look at him the way that you do, but you emphasize nothing special when you do end up looking at him. It’s just your normal gaze. He only asks for it when he’s inside you.

You slowly open your eyes, your lashes wet and stuck together. His thumb smooths over the patch of skin right under your eye, his chest stutters, muscles growing taut under your gaze.

Ironically, he closes his eyes and lifts his head as if staring at the ceiling. He doesn’t utter another word after that, your lips raw from the way he thrust forward. You feel the twitch of his cock, thick ropes sliding down your throat. You never tire of the taste of him. Not sweet, not bitter. You enjoy the brief moment he forgets where he is, that soft noise escaping his lips, the juvenile way his thighs shake—those are the things that make you ache for the taste of him. You’re an addict.

But so is he.

vii.

Your palms press into the smooth surface of the bar counter. Tommy lurks behind you, cock pressing inside, fingers making dents into your warm skin. It’s late into the night, you’re not sure of the exact time but you know it’s late. His one hand slips between your legs, he feels how wet you are, how needy you get for him. He presses a finger to your clit, the pads of the digits moving in deft circles.

A sharp moan parts your lips, back arching as he pounds into you, the sound of skin against skin loud, yet not enough to pierce the sound of the snowstorm outside. A dose of pleasure buzzes through your veins, electricity crackling across your skin as you feel his length press deep inside. His fingers grasp your throat, pulling you up until his lips tickle your ear. He heaves, his warm breath fanning your skin.

“Tell me I’m a good person,” he chokes out. “Please.”

“You’re good,” you answer slightly out of breath. You touch his neck, the position slightly straining but worth it when he holds you tighter. “Such a good man—and I mean that.”

Your eyes widen with shock when he slides his tongue into your mouth. Tommy doesn’t kiss you often, if at all, but it lights a fire under your stomach. It burns you from the inside out, the smoke of it making your mind spin. Your eyes flutter close and you take a deep breath, he grinds his hips, your insides pulsing around him.

“I don’t care even if you’re lyin’—”

He releases you and you stumble forward, hands finding purchase on the bar counter once more. But you can’t hold your position for long, not with the way he’s hammering into you, reducing you into a babbling mess. Your hands slide, your upper body completely falling over. Tommy doesn’t pause, he doesn’t even slow down. He presses you further into the surface.

“Because I know that you are.”

Tommy suddenly pulls out, a sharp gasp rips from your throat, your cunt clenching around nothing. Before you can protest, however, he turns you over and pushes you. He kneels between your legs, lips finding the tender folds of your pussy.

Your head falls back when he licks into you eagerly, tasting himself and your arousal. His groans vibrate against you, your thighs threaten to close, the meat of them pressing into both sides of his face.

His lips press against your clit, suckling and teasing it in a way that drives you wild. His tongue moves in circles as he pushes two fingers, curling them and applying pressure. Without a second thought, you fingers thread his hair, tugging him closer. Arousal pools between your legs.

Your breathing becomes labored and your body starts to shake. Your eyes roll back as your entire body shakes. Your hips buck against him as he continues to bring you over the edge, your cries of pleasure echoing off the walls of the bar.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you collapse against the bar counter, your body still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. You can feel your skin tingling, your heart pounding and your head spinning. Tommy stands, a hint of pride lingering in his dark eyes. You continue to breathe and watch as he fists himself, the tip of his cock a shade darker when he comes thick ropes over your stomach. You hiss at the heat, the feeling of having a part of him staining you.

Tommy pulls up his pants, and you notice as you get dressed, he’s avoiding your gaze. You’re too satisfied to care. He licks his lips, which you found was a nervous habit he has and offers you his arm. You hadn’t expected it, but indulge in the gesture by taking it.

“Let’s get out of here before someone sees us.”

#tommy miller x reader #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x f!reader #hbo the last of us #the last of us hbo #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction

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hey, can you do a circles of hell post like the heaven one?

The Nine Circles of Hell 😈🔥

Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy is divided into 3 parts: Inferno, Purgatorio and Paradiso. The Inferno presents us with the popular concept of Nine Circles of Hell.

Ante-Inferno

Think of this as the Ground Lobby for Hell.

The Gates of Hell have this inscription: "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate" (Abadon all hope, ye who enter here)

Souls who couldn't choose between good and evil reside here, tortued and chased by hornets and snakes. (Seems like indecision is also a sin, haha)

There are angels here as well who chose to be on the side of neither good and evil, and they're also tormented.

After crossing the river on the boundary for hell with Charon, you meet the first level of hell:

First Circle: Limbo

The first circle is home to the unbaptized and virtuous pagans, who simply didn't know that Christ exist.

These souls have lived morally, but failed to accept Christiantiy as a religion

No physical torture, but waves of sadness flow through the souls, lamenting the fact that they're close to Heaven but aren't in it.

Retirement community of the afterlife: Hippocrates, Aristotle, Virgil, Homer, Horace, Ovid, Socrates, Plato, Saladin

Second Circle: Lust

The wind-buffeted second circle of Hell is the final destination of the lustful and adulterous.

Souls are blown about in a violent storm, without hope of rest. They are torn in a raging storm and thrown against rocks.

Cleopatra and Helen of Troy were among its most famous residents. Francesca da Rimini and her lover Paolo.

Third Circle: Gluttony

Those who overindulge themselves are forced to lie in vile, freezing slush, guarded by Ceberus

Unable to move, they lay on the ground forever while being hurled with sweage and dirt.

Ciacco of Florence is here.

Fourth Circle: Avarice & Prodigality

This section of Hell is reserved for the money-grubbers and overly materialistic among us. Those who hoarded money come here.

The greedy battle each other, forever rolling giant boulders on each other. When they push the heavy weights, it rolls back and the process starts all over again.

Plutus guards them.

Fifth Circle: Wrath & Sulllenness

Dante tells us that the wrathful and angry souls of this circle spend eternity waging battle with each other on the banks of River of Styx.

The sullen are forced to breath below the dark waters, chocking on the black mud derived from the world above.

Fillippo Argenti is here.

───〃★ Door to Lower Hell: gate guarded by fallen angels ★〃───

Sixth Circle: Heresy

Heretics spend eternity entombed in flaming crypts in the sixth circle. Think of a graveyard with burning tombstones.

Heresy is the sin of having beliefs opposed to the Christian belief, which can be a little vague in modern times.

Florentines Farinata degil Uberti and Cavalcante de' Cavalvanti are here.

Seventh Circle: Violence

The Seventh Circle is sub-categorized into 3 smaller rings: Oter, Middle and Inner.

The outer ring is filled with blood and fire and reserved for murderers and thugs. Centaurs guard the Outer Ring, shooting criminals with arrows.

The middle ring is where, according to Dante, suicide victims go. They’re transformed into trees and fed upon by harpies.

The inner ring, a place of burning sand, is reserved for those who are violent against God and nature (blasphemers)

Eighth Circle: Fraud

Geryon, a creature symbolizing fraud, welcomes you to the eighth circle. He has a human face, a scorpion tail and giant wings.

The eighth circle is subdivided into ten trenches, where you’ll find con artists of all sorts. These trenches are called Malebolge (Evil pockets) and each contains different types of criminals who commited fraud.

Panderes and seducers, flatterers, sorcerers, false prophets, liars, thieves, people who created false money, counterfeits, impersonators, schismatics, etc. reside here.

Ninth Circle: Treachery

The final circle is a frozen wasteland occupied by history’s greatest traitors. Betrayers of are frozen in a lake of ice, and most of Satan's body is also immersed in ice.

It is divided into 4 stages: (1) Caina - traitors to family (2) Antenora - traitors to nation or politicians (3) Ptolomaea - hosts to betray theiur guests (4) Judecca - those to betray their lords/masters.

In the very center, Satan punishes the greatest betrayers of all time: Judas Iscariot, who betrayed Christ, and Brutus and Cassius who betrayed Julius Caesar.

Satan has three mouths, each of which eats a specific person: with left and right devouring Brutus and Cassius and the centre mouth devouring Judas.

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shanastoryteller · 2 years

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Happy Pride! Something with Persephone please? Or any of your Greek rewrites!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Hephaestus is as at home in the underworld as any of its current residents, but in spite of the centuries as his wife, Aphrodite has never been comfortable below the surface.

Which is why Persephone is more than a little surprised when Charon appears at her side and says that goddess is waiting for her at the edge of the Styx.

Normally she'd just give permission for Charon to ferry her across, but she knows that Aphrodite isn't entirely comfortable navigating the palace, so she appears at her side and says, "Is something wrong?"

Aphrodite bows, not looking her in the eye. Persephone may have, perhaps, been in a more ... mercurial mood when they first met, and no matter how many years pass, Aphrodite never seems to forget.

"Oh, don't bother with that," she sighs, grabbing the girl's elbow and yanking her upright. "What do you need?"

"You are the queen of the underworld," she says, then stops.

Persephone has to force herself to keep from snapping. The point is not to reinforce Aphrodite's opinion of her, even if it is correct. "Yes."

"So," she starts, then clears her throat, "so all that is of the underworld is under your purview, correct? And what was made here can be unmade by you?"

That doesn't sound good. "Tell me what the problem is and I'll tell you if I can fix it."

For a moment she thinks she's going to have to coax it out of her, but then Aphrodite says, "Hecate made dragons and now they're on the surface and Ares had to go assist in a war so now it's my problem and the mortals are really very upset, but Hecate made them, and they're really quite unsettling and large and I think maybe their fire wouldn't burn Eros but I don't want to get my son involved in this, or anyone, but you're my only hope."

It's a good thing they don't need to breathe otherwise Persephone doesn't think Aphrodite would have been able to get that all out in one breath.

She blinks before asking what she thinks is the most pressing question. "What's a dragon?"

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #fairyofthefriz #gods and monsters

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themodernwitchsguide · 8 months

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the greek/roman gods

Format is GREEK NAME/ROMAN NAME: description

starting at the beginning,

CHAOS: the void, everything and nothing, sometimes a deity, sometimes a stasis.

then there were the Primordials, that arose from Chaos and were more concepts than gods,

EROS (the elder)/PHANES: love and procreation

TARTARUS: the original deity/representation of the underworld

GAIA/TERRA: mother earth, the ultimate creator

EREBUS: night

NYX: darkness

AETHER: child of Erebus and Nyx, day

HEMERA: child of Erebus and Nyx, light

MOROS: child of Erebus and Nyx, doom

KER: child of Erebus and Nyx, violent death

THANATOS: child of Erebus and Nyx, death

HYPNOS/SOMNUS: child of Erebus and Nyx, sleep

MOMUS: child of Erebus and Nyx, mockery and blame

GERAS/SENECTUS: child of Erebus and Nyx, old age

OIZYS/MISERIA: child of Erebus and Nyx, misery

NEMESIS: child of Erebus and Nyx, retribution

PHILOTES: child of Erebus and Nyx, affection

APATE: child of Erebus and Nyx, deceit

ERIS/DISCORDIA: child of Erebus and Nyx, strife

MOIRAI/PARCAE: child of Erebus and Nyx, the three fates

CHARON: child of Erebus and Nyx, ferryman of the Underworld

CHRONUS: the elder primordial of time

ANANKE/NECESSITAS: destiny

OUREA: created by Gaia, the mountains

NESOI: child of Ourea, the islands

PONTUS: created by Gaia, the sea

THALASSA: child of Pontus, a sea goddess

NEREUS: child of Gaia and Pontus, god of the sea

CETO: child of Gaia and Pontus, sea goddess

THAUMUS: child of Gaia and Pontus, a sea god

IRIS: child of Thaumus, goddess of rainbows

OURANOS/CAELUS: created by Gaia, the sky

TYPHON: son of Gaia and Tartarus, volcanic forces, the father of all monsters

then came the Titans, the children of Gaia and Ouranos (unless specified otherwise),

CRONUS/SATURN: son of Ouranos, god of the harvest, slayed/castrated his father

RHEA/CYBELE/OPS: goddess of fertility

OCEANUS: god of the oceans, conceived the Oceanids with Tethys

TETHYS: god of the rivers

TYCHE/FORTUNA: one of the Oceanids, goddess of good luck

STYX: one of the Oceanids

HYPERION: god of light, but more in a sunlight sense

THEIA: goddess of light, but in a light of the blue sky sense

HELIOS/SOL: child of Hyperion and Theia, god of the sun

SELENE/LUNOS: child of Hyperion and Theia, goddess of the moon

EOS/AURORA: goddess of dawn

CRIUS: god of the constellations

EURYBIA: child of Pontus, sea goddess

ASTRAEUS: child of Crius and Eurybia, god of stars and planets

PALLAS: child of Crius and Eurybia, god of war

PERSES: child of Crius and Eurybia, god of destruction

THEMIS: goddess of law and order

IAPETUS: god of mortal life

ATLAS: child of Iapetus and Asia (an Oceanid), carried the celestial sphere, god of astronomy

PROMETHEUS: child of Iapetus and Asia, god of foresight, creator of man and giver of fire to humans

EPIMETHEUS: child of Iapetus and Asia, god of hindsight

MNEMOSYNE: goddess of memory

COEUS/POLUS: god of the celestial axis

PHOEBE: a moon goddess

LETO/LATONA: child of Coeus and Phoebe, goddess of motherhood

ASTERIA: child of Coeus and Phoebe, goddess of falling stars

HECATE/TRIVIA: child of Asteria and Perses, goddess of magic, ghosts, and necromancy

then the "modern" Pantheon,

ZEUS/JUPITER: god of sky, weather, and kingship

ATHENA/MINERVA: sprung from Zeus' head, goddess of wisdom, war, and crafts

APOLLO: child of Leto and Zeus, god of the sun, healing, prophecy, music, and poetry

ASCLEPIUS/AESCULAPIUS: son of Apollo and a nymph, god of medicine

ARTEMIS/DIANA: child of Leto and Zeus, goddess of the moon, hunting, and the wild

HERMES/MERCURY: child of Maia and Zeus, messenger of the gods and patron of thieves and travellers

PAN/FAUNUS: child of Hermes, god of nature and shepherding

DIONYSUS/BACCHUS: child of a mortal and Zeus, god of wine, festivity, and madness

DIKE: child of Zeus and Themis, goddess of justice

EUNOMIA: child of Zeus and Themis, goddess of good laws

EIRENE: child of Zeus and Themis, goddess of peace

HERA/JUNO: goddess of women and marriage

ARES/MARS: child of Hera and Zeus, god of war and courage

EILEITHYIA: child of Hera and Zeus, goddess of childbirth and midwifery

HEPHAESTUS/VULCAN: child of Hera and Zeus, god of blacksmithing and fire

HEBE/JUVENTIA: child of Hera and Zeus, goddess of youth, cupbearer of the gods

DEMETER/CERES: goddess of agriculture

PERSEPHONE/PROSPERINA: child of Demeter and Zeus, goddess of springtime and queen of the Underworld

POSEIDON/NEPTUNE: god of the sea, earthquakes, and horses

TRITON: child of Amphitrite and Poseidon, messenger of the sea

HADES/PLUTO: king of the Underworld and god of the dead and wealth

HESTIA/VESTA: goddess of the hearth and home

APHRODITE/VENUS: sprung from the sea foam created by Ouranos' body being thrown into the sea, goddess of love, beauty and pleasure

HERMAPHRODITES: child of Aphrodite and Hermes, god of androgyny

EROS/AMOR/CUPID: child of Ares and Aphrodite, god of love

NIKE: child of Styx and Pallas, goddess of victory

ZELUS: child of Styx and Pallas, god of zeal

KRATOS: child of Styx and Pallas, god of strength

BIA: child of Styx and Pallas, goddess of force

#greek mythology #greek gods #magic #magick #witchcraft #witchblr #pagan #paganism #polytheist #greek polytheism #ancient greece #deity worship #deity #deity work #hellenic deities #hellenic gods #hellenic polytheism #hellenic pagan #hellenism

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