#vile one shots

[vilevvords]

Earned it — Ushijima Wakatoshi // NSFW

word count: 2k

content note: just big strong man loving you on your birthday, oral sex - f!receiving, slight overstimulation

a/n: i've never written smut before so this is a first lmao i don't know what to think of it but i'm putting it here anyway and go to sleep gn

mdni

Ushijima prefers to not leave things to chance when he can help it. That is why he starts preparing months in advance for your birthday. It’s not like he thinks about it constantly but it enters his mind as soon as the six-months-left mark rolls around.

He lingers in front of jewelry stores a tad bit longer, looks at adverts more intently, his mind wandering off to imagine you in the dress the model is wearing, and bookmarks some of the lavishly expensive perfumes you tried at the airport and he knew you liked but would never buy for yourself. He makes a reservation at a nice restaurant, is sure to pick the one with the best view of the city, and even buys a new suit just for the occasion. All without looking at any of the price tags because his job is paying well and the thought doesn’t even occur to him that any money spent on you is ever wasted.

Ushijima’s mind is rather simple: he knows that when you take, you also give. And he finds himself relying on you more than you think he is because after all, he is big and strong and if anything, you’re usually the one asking him for help.

But Ushijima Wakatoshi isn’t a man whom words come to easily so you’re unaware of the fact that he looks forward to the shoulder rubs you give him when he comes home from a long day of practice, easing the knots in his muscles with skilled hands. You don’t know how your presence alone is enough to lull him to sleep faster and let him rest better at night even when you’re not touching because his mind is at ease just knowing you’re in reach. You don’t know how restless he gets on away games because there are things he wants to show you and experiences he would like to make together with you, yet the only consolation he has in moments like these is that you’re home, waiting for him.

And because he never tells you these things, and because he’s a simple man, it’s nothing short of obvious that he would want to do everything in his power to make you feel valued on your day.

Waking up in your shared bed with him still beside you was rare given that he usually was out and about as soon as the first ray of sunshine dared to peek through the curtains, leaving the warmth of the covers and getting ready for a morning run. Though today, he is still beside you, sleeping soundly and you relish in being able to shuffle closer to him, lay your head on his chest, and find yourself getting lulled back into slumber from the steady beat of his heart.

Ushijima had already given you your presents when the clock struck midnight, engulfing you in a hug and kissing the crown of your head lovingly. You had muttered strings of “You shouldn’t have” and “That’s too much” in between kisses, sitting among boxes of presents and wrapping paper.

It had gotten late when you finally went to bed last night, fully expecting to sleep in and let the morning pass by without you. Though looking at the clock now, it is barely even eight.

You feel him shift beside you when you start drawing small circles onto his chest, muttering your apologies as tired eyes peek open to take in your form. A hand comes up to caress your side in a large lengthwise motion, stopping briefly on its way down to softly squeeze the flesh of your hip.

“Good morning, birthday girl,” he mutters with a voice that’s hoarse from the night and in response, you lean into him, cupping his cheek and kissing the corner of his mouth, lips lingering for a bit longer; a silent Good morning to you, too.

A small smile forms on his face as he lets you nestle closer into his side, your cheek now pressed against his and the slight stubble of his beard prickling on your skin. His hands hug your body close, firmly keeping you in your place by his side but the longer you’re lying tangled like this, the more they start to wander.

He makes sure not to overwhelm you, giving you time to adjust to his touch, to ward off some of the slumber still sticking to you. It is evident in the way his hands move with caution, calloused fingertips tracing your skin in a gentle and soothing fashion, like a promise leading up to something more.

You start squirming in his hold, seeking his touch and chasing after the warmth where his hands just left your skin almost mechanically, and he knows what you need without even so much as a single word.

An arm reaches behind you and you’re being turned over in one swift motion, your back now flat against the mattress as he shifts on his arms to hover over you. His warm eyes burn into yours, gentle and affectionate, but looking closely there’s more; something deeply sensual swirling in between hues of hazel.

Pressing a brief kiss to his collarbone, one of your hands wanders up to run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head as he starts going down on you, warm hands brushing over the curves of your body oh so lovingly that you could tear up at his touch.

He’s delicate with you, almost overly so. Fingers trail the hem of your shorts before he gently hooks a finger under the fabric, tugging them down your legs.

Strong hands reach up to grab the back of your thighs, picking them up and resting them over his shoulders. His hold remains firm as to keep them in place as he brings his face closer to your cunt. Looking up at you, he slowly starts drawing circles onto your thigh; a way of seeking reassurance that you really want this. You nod like in a state of euphoria before he averts his eyes again, focus shifting to be solely on your pleasure.

Ushijima presses a kiss to your abdomen, then to your inner thigh. You feel yourself melting under his touch, your back arching off the mattress and hips bucking forward when he finally starts lapping at your clit, drawing a sigh from your lips. An arm creeps around your right leg, his palm pressing down on your abdomen and fingers spreading your folds to grant himself easier access, your leg securely held up by resting on the bend of his elbow. He pushes his tongue inside of you and you swear you can feel him smirking against you as a breathy moan escapes your lips.

Your hands are tangled in his hair, softly tugging at his strands while he’s working you, holding you in place to stop you from writhing in his arms. The sounds of you both fill the room, your soft moans and his deep groans resounding in every corner of it to complete the pornographic picture.

His lips curl around your clit, sucking in a steady rhythm that is only disrupted when you accidentally tug at his hair more forcefully and make him lose contact with your cunt briefly before he dives back in almost fervently.

The both of you stay like this until your legs are shaking uncontrollably, pleasure washing over you like a cluster bomb exploding within. Your legs involuntarily come to close around his head but he holds them open with strong hands as a way of silently urging Let me in.

And he lets you ride out your orgasm on his tongue, lapping up your juices as you tremble in his hold. Were you to ask him, he would truthfully tell you that he is content just having you selfishly use him for your pleasure while the pressure forming in his own stomach is met with neglect, as long as he gets to take you in with all his senses.

It is only when your moans start to blend with exclamations of Too much, ‘Toshi, too much that he pulls away briefly, shoulders heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Still, he remains where he is, his hold on your thighs not yielding.

He mindlessly starts caressing your inner thigh, waiting for you to come down from your high before he brings his head down again, kissing your clit with a kind of insatiable desire and setting a temperate pace as he repeatedly flicks his tongue over it.

On instinct, he starts slowly grinding his hips into the mattress, seeking some sort of relief for himself, only he feels he shouldn't because today is about you and you only. Like it is his self-acclaimed duty to make you feel loved, desired, needed. But his hips move like a mantra, driven by the way his name falls from your tongue and your hands hold onto him for support as he’s working you so well, knowing no one else knows your body the way he does, loves it the way he does, worships it the way he does.

His entire face is pressed to your cunt and you’re not sure how he is still able to breathe because he is so close that it’s overwhelming to the point where he’s the sole thing on your mind; he and the pleasure he brings you.

He starts messaging the flesh of your hips as he notices your climax approaching, humming against you, the vibrations pushing you over the edge once more. And once again, he holds you close, strong hands restricting the feeble attempts of your weak muscles to escape, bringing you down from your orgasm until pleasure turns into over-stimulation.

You push him away with the bit of strength you still have and he understands, finally letting go of you. He gently lays your legs back down on the mattress and pushes himself up on his forearms, pressing kisses wet with your arousal all over your body as he’s making his way back up. Hovering over you, he’s taking in your form - panting, covered in a slight sheen of sweat, and your head still slightly bobbing from side to side like in a state of ecstasy. A hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb soothing your skin and holding you still as you slowly come back to your senses, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as you lean into his touch.

As your breathing evens out, your gaze falls to the prominent bulge in his boxers and the spot where his leaking cock paints it a darker color. One of your hands reaches down on instinct alone, wanting to palm it, help relieve him, but he is quick to grab your wrist and brings it up to his neck, purposely denying himself the release of the knot he feels sitting deep in his stomach as he reminds himself that today is about you.

“’Toshi, what about you,” you mutter against his neck, guilt washing over you for not being able to make him feel as good as he made you feel just a moment ago, but Ushijima is quick to console you, leaning down to plant a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another on your cheek, along your jaw, and behind your ear. “Don’t worry about it.”

He embraces you with steady arms, his hold gentle not to hurt you but strong enough to ensure you’re not going to slip away from under him. With one hand on your lower back and the other cradling your head, he strokes your hair softly, pressing you to his chest because you somehow still don’t feel close enough.

And it’s in moments like these that you realize that he might need you more than you realize.

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[dreaming-for-an-escape]

Death Becomes Her Part 2

Summary: It did not matter to Aemond that he met Adrian once he was already married to Floris Baratheon. He fell in love with her the moment she bumped into his arms. Aemond was determined to have her as his. He only needed to rectify the situation with his frivolous doe wife first, and he knew just how.

Warning: Extreme dub-con, non-con, drinking, drunk sex, oral sex, forced blow job, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, kinda spit kink? I mean no actual spitting but once you read you understand what I mean. 18+ only though. MDNI. Aemond is an asshat. That's all folks.

Death Becomes Her Part 1:

Tagging: @wolfanddragon98 @sepherinaspoppies Enjoy! Excuse me while I go hide under a rock now xD

Aemond found Adrian drunk and crying in the cave they came across together not that long ago. He approached her in silence until he was close enough, kicking a rock to the side with his boot to alert her. 

Adrian’s reaction was slow, enlightening Aemond on just how inebriated she happened to be. In her hand was a bottle close to joining the other three bottles that were empty and tossed by her feet. 

Aemond thought back to the times he would find Aegon in a similar drunken state, prior to him getting burned. The stench of wine on his breath and clothes, rendering him barely coherent. Except there was a difference between Aegon and Adrian. While Aegon drank, behaved brutishly with the serving girls, and wept his complaints about how he was treated unfairly by mother and grandsire, Adrian drank out of sorrow. 

A fortnight had passed since Floris’ death and Adrian was still grieving the loss of her dear friend. She cried more than Aemond, though he made it seem otherwise. It was fairly easy to act the role of a heartbroken husband when a few days later his own brother died. 

The pain from the severe burns on Aegon’s face and the rest of his body could no longer be treated by milk of the poppy. And no medicine by the grand maester could stop the infection from spreading all over. Ultimately it was the fever that ended what little life Aegon had left.  

Aemond utilized the anguish he felt from Aegon’s death. He fooled many, including Adrian. Although he was truly saddened at losing his eldest brother, his sadness was pushed down when he’d been crowned in front of the masses. His dream had finally come true. Well, one of his dreams. 

Adrian had been present during the ceremony, standing next to his mother and Helaena. She held Jaehaera’s hand while Helaena held the other, watching the Crown of the Conqueror be placed on his head with Blackfyre on his hip. It felt right, and Aemond knew for certain the crown looked a lot better on him than it ever did on his brother.  

And now that Aemond was King the council expected him to remarry. A Queen was needed to be by the King’s side. A Queen who would support, love, and give him heirs. 

The council made suggestions, such that he should marry another Baratheon girl to honor the alliance between them and House Baratheon. 

Aemond did his best to not lose it in front of the council members. He’d just gotten rid of his frivolous doe wife after carefully planning her death to make it seem like a sickness. He wasn’t about to be wed and bed another woman he did not love. Aemond didn’t tell this to his council, just that he needed time to think. 

Truthfully there was no need for thinking for he already had the perfect woman in mind. 

“Adrian.”

“What are you doing here?” Adrian hiccuped, holding the bottle of rum. This was her fourth bottle, and she was almost done with it. 

Aemond walked closer to where she laid on the sandy part of the cave. The lit torch he carried made it easier for him to get a good look at her intoxicated state. “When I went to visit your chambers you weren’t there. I became worried.” 

Adrian furrowed her eyebrows. “But how’d you know I’d be here?” She was so drunk she didn’t question why he’d gone to her chambers, only about how he found her. 

Unknown to Adrian, Aemond had been aware she’d been going to their special cave on her own at night. He made sure she’d been fine those other times, watching from a far so she wouldn’t see him as she mourned Floris but tonight he would do things differently. Aemond’s patience had reached its end, and he wanted nothing more than to make Adrian his. He was determined for tonight to be sensational. 

“Call it a hunch.” Aemond replied, stopping to plant the torch deep into the sand. He found a spot nearby to spread the blanket he'd been carrying in his other hand before taking a seat. He patted his right side, suppressing a smile when Adrian walked over with unbalanced legs. She needed to hold onto his shoulder as she sat down so she wouldn't fall over. 

“Want the rest?” Adrian’s question came out slurred, another hiccup escaping her. 

Aemond’s indigo eye looked at the almost finished bottle and then back at Adrian. His lips curled upwards. “No thank you.”

Adrian shrugged, unmindful to the way Aemond was staring at her heatedly. 

“How many bottles have you finished?” Aemond questioned, already knowing the answer. He’d seen the three empty bottles that had been by her feet before walking over to sit next to him. He could also smell the rum coming off her.

Adrian waited until she chugged the remainder of the rum before attempting to answer him. She slowly raised three fingers up but then looked at the now empty bottle in her hand. She managed to throw it away from her. “Uh, four actually.”

There was a pause during which Adrian mistaked the look Aemond was giving her as one of disappointment. She rubbed her eyes, feeling the tears. “I’m sorry for being such a mess. Here I am drinking when you’re the one who’s lost the most.” A few sniffles escaped her. “I’m being stupid and selfish.”

Aemond shook his head. “I don’t think you’re being stupid or selfish.” He said, choosing words that would soften her resolve for him. To his benefit the four bottles of rum she already drank would make what he had in mind go much smoothly. “You’re hurting.”

“But you’re hurting too and you’re not getting shit faced late at night.” Adrian stated dismally, no longer rubbing her eyes to stop her crying.  

Aemond wanted to lean over and kiss her tear stained cheeks but he forced himself to remain still. He only needed to wait a bit more and then he could have her. As much as he wanted to claim her he wanted to do it slowly, gently, and with romance. He cleared his throat, fixing his expression to be one of sadness. 

“Yes, I’ve lost my wife and my brother in a short amount of time. And yes, I feel like a part of me has died with her.” Aemond told her, purposely wavering his voice. “The list of people I care about is becoming nonexistent it seems.” His indigo eye then stared directly into her dark brown eyes. “But I still have you.” He reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. “Adrian, you make things better.”

“I do?” Adrian muttered, fluttering her eyes to make herself more responsive. All the rum she’d drank was making her feel sluggish. This conversation almost didn’t feel like a real one. 

Aemond nodded his head. “Yes, you do. You also make me happy.” He let go of her hand to cup her cheek while his other tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

Adrian sober would’ve pulled back immediately, thinking this type of closeness to be weird. However she was four bottles drunk on rum. So the twenty-three year old merely tilted her head.

Aemond hummed, a smile escaping him. “Perzys hen ñuha prūmia.” He whispered before taking the final leap and closing the space between them. A moan worked its way out of him at the feel of Adrian’s soft lips. The kiss was incredible, mind-blowing, but it was cut short by her. 

When Aemond opened his eye he saw the look of horror and guilt on Adrian’s face. She was shaking her head, hair becoming disheveled. He didn’t panic, he had no reason to. Aemond watched as Adrian tried getting up only to fall onto the blanket again after trying to walk. He carefully lowered her onto her back, ignoring her protests. They were weak and all it took for him to subdue her was to lie on top of her. 

“What are you doing?” Adrian’s head felt like it was full of water, and her vision was not the best because of the alcohol. It also didn’t help that it was nighttime and they were inside a cave.

“No, wait stop.” She tried again to get through to Aemond but he remained on top of her. “This isn’t right. Aemond, you just lost Floris.” She added, eyes welling up at the mention of her close friend. 

Aemond stared down at Adrian, enjoying her glassy dark brown eyes. Her hands were holding onto his shoulders, thinking that would stop him. How silly of his love to think so. He took joy at the sound of her gasping when he put his knee between her thighs. 

“Floris would want me to be happy.” Aemond began saying, moving his knee until it was under the skirt of Adrian's dress and pressing over her smallclothes. “She’d want you to be happy as well.”

Adrian shook her head. “She wanted to be happy with you, Aemond. She wanted to love you. She wanted you to love her.”

“Yes, she wanted all that but she’s gone now.” Aemond fired back before softening his gaze on her. “You’re the one that makes me happy, you’re the one I love.”

Adrian imagined a bunch of question marks over her head. Love? How could he love me? Aemond was her friend. Maybe in all of Adrian’s drinking she had fallen asleep and was having a weird ass dream. 

As Adrian got lost in her own drunken mind, Aemond’s knee moved so he could lower himself enough in order to get his hands under the skirt of her dress. Aemond then swiftly pulled down the stockings she wore and bunched up her dress to her waist. He kissed the inside of her right thigh the moment he saw skin and he smiled against her softness when he heard her gasp again.

“I…I don’t want you.” Adrian stammered, the rum and the way his fingers felt caressing the inside of her thighs made her feel so hot. The way her heart was beating her seemed way too fast and unnatural.  

Aemond chuckled, low. “You're not telling me the truth.” His head came out from between her thighs, and went up her body to whisper in her ear. “I know you want me as much I want you. I also know you’re already wet for me.”

Adrian didn’t have time to argue as his hand ripped off her smallclothes. She felt a chill down there but that wasn’t what made her expression drop. Aemond had two fingers touching her folds, with this thumb caressing her clit. His fingers had barely done anything but she realized late in her drunken state that she was already wet. 

An excuse tried making its way out of her but it was shoved down her throat the second Aemond inserted two of his fingers inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit a bit faster now. 

Adrian shut her eyes, her hands leaving Aemond’s shoulders to cover her mouth. Aemond used his other hand to remove them, wanting to hear the sounds of pleasure he was getting out of her. And he listened and enjoyed it. He was successful in making Adrian forget about her earlier objections and sorrow. 

“Oh!” 

“I told you. You want me just as much as I want you.” 

Adrian was not in the right mind to respond. She was too drunk and too overwhelmed by this new kind of pleasure she was experiencing. Her lack of a verbal response didn’t matter to Aemond. He only cared about how wet she was, and how she kept getting more wet by his ministrations. 

Aemond could tell she was almost to the point of peaking. So he forced himself to stop his fingering and rubbing, wanting the first time Adrian peaked to be when he was inside her. He was quick to undo his breeches, pulling them down to his ankles. 

When he looked back at Adrian he noticed the frown on her face. He almost chuckled. She didn’t need to be upset because what he planned to do next was going to make her feel amazing. She only needed to handle a bit of pain in the beginning. 

Apparently he did a good job with his hand even without throwing her over the edge of ecstasy. Perhaps it was the rum but he liked to believe his skills rendered her speechless and unmoving. She didn’t even complain when he started taking her dress off, ripping apart the shift she had underneath. 

Her breasts were now in the open for him to see and they were glorious. He took off his own clothing, eyepatch included minus his breeches that were still around his ankles. He was too eager to finally have Adrian to kick them off. His bare chest pressed against her breasts. Her eyes slowly opened, showing how unfocused they were. 

Aemond kissed her long and soft. “I love you.” He earnestly told her, and with one hasty thrust he made his way inside, breaking through what he believed was her maidenhead. In the morning he’d be happy to see the small stain of blood on the blanket confirming it had indeed been that. 

“Ah!” Adrian yelped, reacting to the pain by wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her tear stained face hid in the crook of his neck. 

In a few hours Adrian was going to wake up not only with a terrible hangover but also with the feeling of soreness between her thighs. She would feel so much guilt as she cried in the arms of the man who refused to let her go. All while they laid on the evidence of their coupling, which also included the evidence of losing her virginity. 

Aemond closed his eye, willing himself not to spurt his seed in Adrian yet. She wasn’t Floris, he wasn’t going to pump a few times and then leave her unsatisfied. He needed to make Adrian feel good first as she already was with him. 

“You feel so much better than in my dreams. So superb, so perfect.” He bit his bottom lip before letting go, a hum escaping him. “It’s like the Gods made you for me”

Adrian moved her face away from the crook of his neck so he could see her better. She looked so confused. “What?”

Aemond smiled showing his perfect teeth. He leaned down and kissed her, slowly moving his hips against hers. 

The initial pain Adrian felt was fading and there was a tingle spreading all over her body. Her brain shut out any rational thoughts that lingered even with the alcohol in her system. She felt herself begin to move her hips along with Aemond’s as she found herself kissing him back. Her hands held onto him for support and her legs spread out enough to make room for all of him. 

“Something’s happening to me.” Adrian suddenly stopped kissing him, whimpering at the sensation of tightening in her lower belly. She didn’t experience pain, just the increasing feeling of pleasure that her drunkenness made her susceptible to it. 

Aemond knew what was about to happen to her from all the tomes he read, and his body was trembling from excitement. He hit deep with his thrusts now, using a hand to rub her little pearl of nerves faster. “You’re about to reach your peak, my love.” He kissed her softly on the lips, smiling down at her. “Let go and enjoy.”

Adrian’s whole body shook as pleasure she’d never felt before tore right through her. “Ah fuck!” She shrieked, throwing her head back on the blanket. 

The feeling had been so intense Adrian didn't realize she had run her nails down Aemond’s back, leaving red marks until reaching his rear. That triggered his own release, and he cried out of her own name while a few tears streamed down his face. 

When Adrian came back down to earth whole her body felt weightless, her face the hottest it had ever been. Her thoughts were becoming a swirling mess again, but even she was able to understand the few orgasms caused by her own hand before this night couldn’t be called that anymore. What she just experienced was an actual orgasm. It magnified her insobriety and momentarily extinguished the guilt that tried to take over. 

Aemond’s trembling didn’t end even after filling his love with his seed. He didn’t get off Adrian either, opting to snuggle against her soft breasts that were moving rapidly because of her breathing. His hands caressed her smooth thighs while his cock remained inside her tight warm cunny. He was still achingly hard for her, and he didn’t want a single drop of him to go to waste. 

Tonight would be the night their child would be conceived. Inside the cave they had found together while walking the beach and collecting seashells. He thought it was perfect. And there would be a child, a child that was a perfect blend of them. 

Selfishly he hoped for more than one child. It wouldn’t be surprising to him if he planted two children in Adrian already because of how heavy and drawn out his release had been. But he knew that was not necessarily correct, although he sure wished for it to be

Aemond could’ve stopped then but he had no intentions of ending their love session just yet. 

Adrian’s eyes were closed, meaning she could not see the look of devotion on Aemond. She only opened her eyes briefly when he started kissing down her body to be in between her thighs again. 

Aemond started tasting her delicious cunny, licking her glistening folds and twirling his tongue on her pearl. This time he didn’t stop until Adrian was moaning and digging her hands into his hair. He ended up making her climax so hard her slick covered the whole bottom part of his face, dripping from his chin.  

In fact, so much slick cascaded out of Adrian it not only painted Aemond’s bottom face but it made its way onto the blanket as well. Aemond could feel a huge wet spot beneath them and the smell of peaches was strong as ever. He growled, licking his lips before diving back in, his tongue paying more attention to her swollen bud of nerves, gently grazing it with his teeth. It didn’t take him long to get Adrian to climax again, her slick like a delicious waterfall to his face.  

After getting her to finish twice by his own mouth, Aemond thought it was only fair for his love to do the same to him. 

Aemond kissed his way up Adrian’s body. He kissed her softly, disregarding her whining. He untangled himself from her to stand up, quickly tossing aside his breeches that were still caught on his ankles. He made Adrian get on her knees, lifting her chin up to look at him. Her expression showed how blitzed out she was from her excessive drinking but Aemond decided it was because of the powerful climaxes he’d given her from his undying love.

Aemond traced her lips with his thumb, stopping to pull her bottom lip with it. His heart wanted to jump out of his chest, and he could feel his body burning with desire. Already his cock began to get hard again. His voice husked out what he desperately wished for.

“My love, I need you to open your mouth for me.”

There was a look of confusion mixed with nervousness on Adrian’s face that Aemond ignored. He put his hands behind her head, stroking her hair until he could feel her start to get relaxed.

Adrian was ready to speak or at least try to, but whatever she wanted to say was lost as soon Aemond forced her mouth to wrap around his hard member.

“I’ve tasted you, now you get to taste me.” Aemond sighed, spreading his fingers into Adrian’s hair as he guided her mouth further onto his member. He only stopped when he felt her hands on his thighs. When he looked down he saw Adrian looking up at him, blinking with watery eyes. Her mouth was stuffed with his cock and she looked absolutely stunning. 

“Your mouth is so soft around me, just as I knew it would be.” Aemond sighed, chest rising faster and faster. “Oh, you take me so well.” He hummed, using both of his hands to move her again, ignoring the way she tried speaking while full with him. He could feel her saliva drooling from her mouth on the sides of his cock, making him shudder. He stopped long enough to assure her. “Don’t worry, perzys hen ñuha prūmia. I’ll do the guiding. You just taste me when I release inside you. Taste my love for you.”

Seeing Adrian’s dazed eyes was what he needed to pull her off his member just a bit only to shove himself back into her warm mouth. Aemond kept doing this for what felt like a very long time, during which his cock became harder than it already was. 

Every now and then there’d be low choking noises coming from Adrian, along with weak pushes to his thighs but Aemond would only stop very briefly to caress her face while looking down at her. She looked so out of it, so drunk on booze and on him. He took great joy in that. 

His length was covered in her saliva and the sight made him bite his bottom lip. He was so close to finishing but he wanted her to do one more thing before he gave her his seed to taste and keep inside her belly.   

Aemond pulled Adrian off his cock, watching a trail of saliva fall down her lips. He smiled, using his thumb to clean her up before forcing her mouth open. “Lick my tip with your tongue.” That was all he said before sticking his tip inside her mouth. 

Adrian moved her tongue, not on purpose but out of puzzlement. She barely licked him and that had been enough. From below she heard Aemond moan loudly. Adrian felt his hands in her hair tightening as he pressed her closer to his groin. Startled, she made a muffled noise at being stuffed again. She then felt a surge of thick warmth fill her mouth followed by the taste of something salty. 

In Adrian’s drunkenness she didn’t think it was a bad taste, just one she was not familiar with. She tried to move away but Aemond’s hands behind her head made it impossible to do so. 

Weakly Adrian pushed against his thighs again but he gently shushed her, forcing her to stay on her knees with his dick in her mouth. She began choking, struggling more than ever before. Although worried Aemond kept her in place, encouraging her to swallow. 

Due to her lack of mental and physical strength, Adrian didn’t think she had any other choice but to swallow everything Aemond had given her. 

The saltiness made its way down her throat and into her belly where Aemond wanted. This was no way to make a child but it was a way for him to mark her. He now had the knowledge that another part of him was inside her. 

Aemond got on his knees after pulling his cock out of Adrian’s warm mouth. He kissed her fervidly, not at all disgusted that he was able to get a taste of himself. Adrian’s lips were unresponsive against his, but he was able to get her to react when he began sucking on her tongue.  

Adrian only got a few disgruntled noises out before Aemond had her on her back again. To keep her silent and submissive until the rum took over again, Aemond covered her mouth with his hand. She blinked with somewhat wide eyes, arms hitting his shoulders in such a frail manner. 

“Shh, it’s okay my love.” Aemond cooed, using his free hand to grab one of hers in order to wrap it around his cock. He took the lead by making Adrian jerk him until he was hard enough to take her again. 

By now Adrian had stopped with her weak attempts of fighting him off. Her head lolled to the side on the blanket, with some of her hair covering her face. Aemond didn’t like that, so he removed his hand from her mouth and made her face visible again. Her eyes were droopy, and her golden skin even in the dark looked as if it were glowing.   

Aemond thought she was very beautiful. He told Adrian so kissing her on the lips and then began making love to her again. It did not matter to him that everytime he told Adrian he loved her all she responded with was a whimper and furrow brows. He didn’t stop his ardent thrusting until he felt her gush around his cock, the smell of peaches filled his nose. When he finished his mouth wrapped her right breast and he suckled, wishing they were filled with milk. 

They would be once she became pregnant with their child. The very thought of her heavy with their little dragon made Aemond ready to go at it again. He didn’t even pull out, just resumed his thrusting. 

Adrian felt her body moving in a rhythm. Her unfocused eyes saw Aemond on top of her, sapphire eye shining down at her. It felt like such a struggle reaching up to trace his scar. She frowned when the movement stopped.

Aemond grabbed her hand and kissed her palm before making her hold onto his hair. She gasped when her body began moving again, taking notice that Aemond was moving with her and of the now familiar sensation forming in her lower belly. 

A few seconds later a rush of euphoria passed through Adrian and she felt wetness from between her thighs where she was the most full. Her drunken mind made the connection when she heard Aemond moan her name, his own warmth releasing in her. 

It became quiet after that, only the sound of the waves and the wind filling the cave. Despite somewhat understanding what occurred, the alcohol running through Adrian made her helpless. She could barely feel her legs and her mind was not in the best state. 

After a while of just lying down, Adrian was startled at the feeling of Aemond moving inside her again. She tried hitting his back with her hands to get him to stop but all he did in return was kiss her cheek. 

“Aemond.” Adrian called out, moaning with a perplexed blissed out face. “Stop, please.” She sniffled, words slurring. “I’m too sensitive. It hurts.” 

“One more time, my love.” Aemond wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, the soles of her feet digging into his lower back. He pinned her arms, hands digging into the sand as he began snapping his hips against hers. “Just one more time.” 

He took on a much faster pace than any of their previous love sessions. The sound of skin slapping made Adrian scrunch up her face in discomfort. A few moments later a cry escaped her, and then that cry turned into an earth-shattering moan. 

With him in control and the copious amount of alcohol in her system, Adrian couldn’t push him back. She found it easier to just lie back and let Aemond take what he wanted. It felt like a dream almost, an intense dream that had her orgasming repeatedly. In this dream the euphoria pumping in her veins was overwhelming, but the small part of her that enjoyed it would wake up later to feel immense shame. 

Except this was no dream as Adrian would find out the following morning. The shame would be real, and by then it would be too late.

“I’m never letting you go.” Aemond promised, panting like a man thirsting for water against her breasts before finishing inside her again with a guttery groan. “Gods, I love you.” He declared, tuning out Adrian’s noise of bewilderment from having shot his load into her and his love confession. She felt like a boat out in the ocean trying to survive a horrible storm.  

Aemond took a moment to catch his breath, kissing her breasts and suckling on her nipples until each bud hardened beneath his tongue. He proceeded to rub her sensitive pearl a few times to force a climax out of her. It didn’t seem right not letting her reach her peak. 

Adrian released a soft squeal he found adorable as she finished on his hand, slick covering the whole thing. He licked his hand clean not wanting her peachy nectar to go untasted. Adrian squinted her eyes at him, not entirely sure if she had seen that correctly. She quickly lost the thought once Aemond maneuvered them so he could hold her better in his arms, his half-hard cock sliding its way back inside her. He kept his promise and did not make love to her again. Aemond only wanted to hold her while being as close to her as possible.

As the newly crowned King stroked her hair he began speaking of marriage and having a child together. By this point Adrian was way too exhausted, not to mention drunk to even utter a single word. 

Aemond’s hold on her was not entirely comfortable for her, nor was the feeling of his seed mixing with her slick sliding down her thighs. She could do nothing about that, and she couldn’t stop Aemond from collecting their release with his fingers and rubbing them against her lips before kissing her messily. 

The sounds of the waves crashing on the shore and Aemond proclaiming his love for her again was the last thing Adrian heard before passing out.

#death becomes her #adrian nova reyes #aemond targaryen #au one shot #hotd modern reader #house of the dragon #oc #smut #whew #this is vile #can't believe I wrote this shit #:o

[master-k0hga]

| ... Well, I WAS ok with this last night, but now I'm not entirely happy with this doodle...-

Oh well, not like they're the main focus on this blog, I'm mostly really focusing on my OCs and the other few personal projects here... Although doesn't help with Tumblr just no longer filtering themselves, showing off their true colours for the longest time and also jumping on the "AI" bandwagon too along with just being a dictated lot like the rest of the assholes who make up 100% percentage of all brands-

I'm just a fucking idiot who just wants to draw OCs, post random fcking art and show it off when I'm not fcking working and killing myself over a job that will never release me from the clutches of bullshit!

WHAT WAS SO. FUCKING. HARD ABOUT KEEPING ONLINE AS A DUMBASS PLACE WHERE THERE WAS NO PLAGIARISM, POLITICAL BULLSHIT FOR SITES TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF AND FUCK THEIR OWN USERBASES. WHILE ACTIVELY CONTROLLING AND TAKING THEIR FREEDOM AWAY!

Not like we ever had freedom to begin with-

Twitter, Reddit, YouTube, DeviantART, Instagram, T- HERE! WHEREEVER FUCKING ELSE! Fuck all CEOs and teams of the online world, people just wanted ONE place where they could escape hells of reality even just for a LITTLE WHILE and NOW look what you did- Kill yourselves!! I fcking hate corporates I hate the rich I hate the system and I hate governments all around thr world, D I E ffs fuck humans and their greed I hope this shit ass race gets OBLITERATED with NO fcking trace of the human existence left!! Fucking disease, pests, a literal INFECTION of life itself!

Fuck you fuck you fuck you I hate this fcking world, do me a fcking favor and fcking blow up already!! I've had e-fucking-nough

. Art © Me . DON’T RE-POST .

#..... #AND FUCK YOU TOO!! #........ #MASTER-K0HGA #Ary / Kohga Chronicles #Ary / Kohga OCs and Works #....... #No I'm not gonna fcking tag this shit!! Why tf should I!? #Nobody fcking gives a shit. Let alone the people who are ACTIVELY GETTING MASSACRED TO OBLIVION AND BACK!! #Humans are a fcking selfish lot and you can see it with the cunts who run it! #The cunts we vote for are all vile and evil and desrrve to get shot and killed #The shit ass rich cunts who try to ''influence'' our way of thinking and speaking to benefit themselves #Make themselves more fcking richer or whatever. Dickheads dictating and controlling people's lives #Assholes being cunty assholes who also need to die! Fuck everyone who says the good outways the bad #IT FCKING DOESN'T AND YOU CAN STOP THAT DELUDED BULLSHIT!! HUMANS ARE NOT FREE #WE ARE LIKE ANTS!! WE ARE AN ANT COLONY WHO'S JOB IS TO WORK TIL WE'RE DEAD #THAT'S WHY EVERYTHING THE GOVERNMENT DOES IS TO NOT. BENEFIT. OR. HELP. US #CONTROL CONTROL CONTROL AND THEY JUST GO BACK TO THEIR FCKING YACHTS HAVING- #THE MOST EXPENSIVE SHIT ASS WINES AND DINES WHILE WE WORK OUR ASSES OFF TIL OUR BONES BLEED RED #TIL THERE'S NOT LEFT OF OUR MIND OR ENERGY TO THINK. SPEAK. LISTEN AND FIGHT FOR OURSELVES!! #THIS IS THE REASON WHY PEOPLE CRACK AND KILL EITHER THEMSELVES OR OTHERS!! #EVEN OUR FCKING HARD WORK IS BEING USED AND PROFITED AGAINST US. AND THERE ARE STILL #CORPORATE SHILLS WHO ACTIVELY SUCK THE OPPRESSORS DICK LIKE A LOLLIPOP. YOU'RE BEING UUUUSED!!! #I'M BEING USED. WE'RE ALL BEING FCKING USED AND PEOPE ARE TOO COWARDLY OR DELUDED TO SEE THAT #THEY DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU. ME. OR US. YOU SOLVE ALL ISSUES BY SNUFFING THEM OUT #KILL. THEM #YOU KILL THE OPPRESSORS. THE ONES IN CHARGE WHO USE FALSE HOPE IN EVERY WAY #..... YES I AM FCKING PISSED. I WOKE UP LIKE THIS!! #...... Anyways this is a fairly recent post so. I'm gonna get on with this little art spam for now. #It's been a couple months since I mentioned about it so.. Yeah whatever..

[nixariel]

huh. just wanted to point out that this guy

actually has a hidden cameo in the title sequence—twice. First he’s talking to an A.C.M.E. agent here (wherever ‘here’ is; I couldn’t find any famous floors matching the background)

and then he’s climbing the steps of the Temple of Kukulcán in Mexico.

Not sure if it has any significance beyond getting a little extra mileage out of a character design, but it’s neat to see him pop up again after the role he played in Black Sheep turning against V.I.L.E.

#my post #carmen sandiego 2019 #cs 2019 trivia #carmen sandiego #black sheep #the archaeologist #title sequence #you know #it might be interesting if he and hideo were acquainted somehow #professional colleagues who know each other well enough to wave at conferences maybe? #huh. might have to think about that a little #also the Sikh guy sitting on the temple steps is in the same two shots as well - he's in the upper left corner of the first background #and that compass rose from the floor inlay matches the one on the map in Black Sheep's original room at VILE HQ #my gif #reference material #nixariel

[sanicsmut]

REQUESTS INFORMATIONS

CHECK IN MY BIO IF THEYRE OPEN BEFORE ASKING PLEASE

IF YOU ASK ANYWAYS AND THEYRE CLOSED, I JUST WONT TAKE IT, SORRY

Want some headcanons? A one-shot with YOU as a main character, being in love with your fictional crush?

I can do it !!

Just send me the ask and I'll do it* :)

*I have the right to refuse if I don't know how to write the character, if I'm not inspired, if I don't want to write this specific topic. However, unless it's a very bad topic (like... idk, adultxchild relationship, things like that), I won't be angry or anything with you, so if you're not sure you can always ask if I write the topic you're thinking of!!

CHARACTERS I CAN WRITE FOR!!

THE ELDER SCROLLS

• Teldryn Sero

• Serana

• Harkon

• Fennorian

• Lyris Titanborn

• Razum-Dar

• Queen Ayrenn

• Prince Naemon

• The Wilderking

• Aranias

• Darien Gautier

• Elam Drals

• Jakarn

• Clavicus Vile

• Sotha Sil

• Vivec

• Almalexia

RESIDENT EVIL 7/8

• Alcina Dimitrescu

• Bela, Cassandra and Daniela

• Karl Heisenberg

• Mother Miranda

• Chris Redfield

• Zoe Baker

(not sure if I'll put Ethan on this list since we might have a fictive of him in our system, sorry)

POKEMON FANDOM SOON

And maybe others to come !! (including other sources)

#headcanon #one shots #requests open #ask box open #reader insert #x reader #the elder scrolls #teldryn sero #fennorian #lyris titanborn #razum dar #queen ayrenn #wilderking #aranias #darien gautier #jakarn #clavicus vile #sotha sil #vivec #almalexia

[avatarvyakara]

On a similar theme (a continuation of Crimson Shades):

5. Nourrir

(v) nurture, nurse, entertain, fill; 1st singular perfect j’ai nourri

Our baby.

We could lose our baby.

VILE is family. We watch ourselves, we work together to finish the mission. We protect each other. And that means we don’t go rogue.

And Black Sheep was one of us. Is one of us. Was going to be one of us, until Shadowsan put in her final grade.

Looks like he’s feeling as bad as any of us, though. Guess he has his regrets too.

If I’d gone to check on her before graduation, then maybe she’d still be here. I didn’t think she’d want to be coddled. Lambkins has grown up so fast. But if Mama Bear had been to see her then, maybe she’d be facing the night watching the globe, wandering through the library, spending time with the family we’ve tried to give her. Not God knows where in the world, all on her own.

It’s gotta be Morocco. It’s gotta be.

Or maybe we could have brought her case before Shadowsan, gotten him to redo her exam. Maybe it wouldn’t be with the others in her class, but she’d be out there soon enough. Snatching from the best, she’d be.

Now I’m worried I’ll never get to see those moments. Her first robbery, her first kill, her first big scheme on her own. And she’d be so good at it. All those pranks, the grin she got when she watched me beating up people who picked on her (steal a man’s phone? Well extra credit to her if she did, but Lambkins would never hide something like that from me…I thought), the way she threw that Crackle boy over her shoulder on the first day? She’s made for this life. She’s got the right kind of dark in her. Won’t let nobody get in the way of her fun.

She could still have that. Maybe this’ll be the test she needed.

And then we could have a talk, afterwards, about what evil means. The others wouldn’t. They like to dodge the concept. Except Shadowsan, but the man don’t seem to want our baby to grow up.

Not that I blame him, altogether.

Evil just means you know what you are. We’ve all got that drive inside us, to want to one-up others, make sure our spot’s secure. We’ve all got that part that just loves knocking the enemy to the ground with a smirk, breaking the symbol of what makes them them, ending their life one way or another. So many goodbyes. We’ve all got an anger in us, and that puppy needs a lot of feeding. And that’s why there’s the League. So we can do that, the best of the best, make ourselves better. Build the family we were never gonna have otherwise.

The honour among thieves is ours alone. We’re all monsters. Don’t mean we can’t love, have fun, do things for others. Just means we know we’re all we have in the world. Gotta make yourself comfortable in life. So what if strangers suffer? They’re just as bad. Just don’t wanna admit it—or can’t get at you first.

The world is ours. Not because others don’t want it, but because we’re the only ones in the shadows. And it’s always night somewhere.

Bellum don’t understand about the why, she just wants to play. Cleo, too, with dollies ‘stead of dynamite. Maelstrom loves talking about shades of grey. Shadowsan respects the dark, knows how to harness it.

Me, I love my family. And I love hurting people. That’s just me.

Just didn’t know Black Sheep would mix them up like this.

No, no, she don’t mean nothin’ by it. Lambkins wanted to see the world. Always has. She don’t wanna hurt us. Betcha she’ll be right back with a gem as big as my fist, snatching it before the graduates, big smile on her face…

God, I hope she’s okay.

I’d kill if something happened to her.

#fanfic #carmen sandeigo 2019 #coach brunt #vile #carmen sandiego #black sheep #mama bear #one shot collection #interesting lady #crimson shades

[othercrossee]

I DID NOT KNOW THIS COULD HAPPEN, MY EEVEES R FUCKING DEAD

#z rambles #would be way funnier if it said a very disgustinf zee original one star piece of shit omg 😭😭😭😭 #arven watchinf as i make a sandwich so vile i straight up one shot my fucking eevees

[vilevvords]

Test Drive — Ushijima Wakatoshi // NSFW

word count: 2.9k

content note: established relationship, car talk, driving and then sex, somehow. brief choking, vaginal sex & semi-public sex

a/n: saw a dodge, had some thoughts, et voila. also, happy birthday wakatoshi. love ya

visuals: one; two (wrong color but for front view)

mdni

Wakatoshi’s new car is a Dodge Challenger. He’s been driving a run-down Nissan god-knows-what for the longest time, never much of a car guy, but when it started rusting around the hubcaps, he knew it was time to say goodbye to the old thing.

He knows a thing or two about cars, changing both of your car’s tires by himself, checking on the oil, doing everything to prevent going to a car workshop if not absolutely necessary because although money isn’t tight for him, he prefers to not spend anything on things he can easily do himself.

And knowing this, it was even more surprising to find out just how much he had spent on his new car. You didn’t need to know cars to be able to tell it was expensive - sharp edges, polished body, sleek leather seats; a machine all muscle, sure to turn heads on the street. And while Wakatoshi never seemed like one to flaunt his possessions, he sure does cherish them.

Wakatoshi doesn’t have to, but he made it a habit to ask you first before making great purchases, partly to hear your opinion, partly because he feels like anything he owns is just as much yours as it is his. This one, however, is an exception. You knew he was going to buy a new car eventually but nothing could have prevented the way surprise painted your face when he came up to you sitting on the couch, dropping a shiny, brand-new car key into your hands followed by an “I have something to show you, baby.”

The key itself looks pricey, doing justice to the car you see standing in the car park of the apartment complex you two live in. Most of the vehicles parked there were already familiar to you, you had seen them plenty of times going and coming home from work, but even if that wasn’t the case, you didn’t need Wakatoshi to point it out. It stands out even in between your neighbor’s fancy sports cars, with a body rather angular than rounded, edges rugged compared to the flowy build and aquatic curves of most pricey cars. The burgundy is oddly reminiscent of the Shiratorizawa high school volleyball team colors and immediately overwhelmingly him.

He takes a few fast strides to get to the car door before you do, opening it and holding out his hand, signaling for you to sit in the driver’s seat. With how close the seats are to the ground, you almost fall into the red leather seat getting in, the brand-new factory smell wafting over you pleasantly and you make sure to take a few deep breaths, your eyes roaming over the sleek console.

You feel him shift beside you, moving to stand in between the opened car door and he puts one arm on the roof, leaning down slightly to see your expression.

“And? What do you say?” he asks and you find it uncharacteristic how his voice is dipped into what you think is a tinge of nervousness, almost like a little boy who forgot to get permission and is breaking the news to his parents.

For a moment, you don’t know what to say, overwhelmed by the luxury, intimidated by the power, and still not entirely done processing the surprise. You let your gaze wander over the interior once more, taking in more details this time. Your fingertips are grazing the leather center console as he leans in a bit further until he’s halfway into the car, his eyes still fixated on you because the silence has him growing restless and for a moment, he starts to already regret the decision.

It’s when you turn your head around and meet his expectant eyes that you remember you still haven’t given him an answer.

“It’s great, it suits you,” you say eventually, flashing him a smile, and you think you can see relief washing over his face as his features relax.

He explains to you how this type of car is called a muscle car - an American-made two-door sports car with a powerful engine - and it fits, you think. He starts babbling away on the details, about the sheer power of this car that manifests itself in 807 horsepower, making it the most powerful muscle car there is, and it’s clear he’s put about as much thought into this purchase as he does into everything else. And you can’t pretend you understand everything he’s saying, because it’s a lot, but you’re glad to listen nonetheless.

“Turn the motor on,” he says eventually, gesturing towards the start button. The rumble of the engine immediately creeps through your bones, even without acceleration, electrifying your veins. And it’s an exhilarating feeling, one so unlike what you felt in any other car you’ve ever been in. You look towards Wakatoshi and see him smiling at you.

“Let’s go for a ride.”

Apart from a few other cars passing by, traffic is light, and the motorway yours.

The fresh August breeze flowing in through the slightly opened passenger window hits your face, a welcome refreshment on an otherwise hot and humid day. Through the tinted windows, there are wide fields on one side, stretching out over the landscape and painting the scenery in hues of beige, the coastline on the other. The low roar of the engine mixed with the monotonous hiss of the tires rolling over smooth concrete is ambient, evoking an atmosphere that sets your mind at peace, and it is almost enough to make you want to close your eyes and have it lull you to sleep.

There’s a song playing on the radio, though anything beyond the steady rhythm of the bass is drowned out by the sounds of the car and the wind angrily swashing through the small gap of the opened car window to leave your hair tousled. It’s peaceful, relaxing your senses and at least for now, it feels like you’re able to leave all the stress of the last few weeks behind on the motorway.

You look over to Wakatoshi and feel a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth because it feels like a movie. The last few rays of the warm August sun encompass him, casting a warm halo around his silhouette, and he must notice you looking at him because the hand resting on your leg suddenly grasps you tighter, squeezing the flesh of your thigh.

And at that moment you think you will never be able to imagine Wakatoshi ever driving a different car again. Because sitting there in the driver’s seat, it looks like this car was made solely with him in mind.

You’re driving in silence for a little longer, though it feels like time passes in no time and it’s almost a shame, you think. Eventually, Wakatoshi lets the car come to a halt at a parking area of a sightseeing place you know well, though today, despite the great weather, you two are the only ones there. The view is nothing short of magnificent - vast skies stretching out over the vast expanse of the blue ocean, close to cloudless. Coming here is always nostalgic in a way, bringing back memories of past dates, stolen kisses in the setting sun, and heartfelt confessions. It is your place.

You reach to unbuckle your seatbelt but looking up again, Wakatoshi is already standing in front of the passenger door, opening it for you. He’s holding out a hand for you to take as you step out of the car, pushing the door shut behind you.

For a moment, you’re just standing there, taking in the view and basking in the last bit of sunlight for the day that soon threatens to disappear behind the horizon; because that’s all it takes. Because solitude with Wakatoshi isn’t of the suppressing kind; it’s reassuring, soothing, and altogether alleviating.

You wrap your arms around his waist, overcome with the sudden urge to be close to him and he lets you, reciprocating the affection by bringing an arm to rest around your shoulder.

He’s the first to break the silence.

“Thank you for being here with me.”

Instinctively, your hold on him tightens as you look up at him, smiling.

“Of course.”

He dips his head down to press a fleeting kiss on your forehead but the contact lingers, enough so to have you reaching up to cup his face, pulling him down to kiss him properly.

His hands fall to your waist and you can feel the warmth of his palms through the fabric of your dress. He’s using his body weight to gently, carefully guide you backward until your legs make contact with the car before closing the space left between you, his lips meeting yours once again. It’s sweet and unassuming, not necessarily meant to be an invitation to take things much further, you know, but when you feel his breath hitch as a soft sound escapes your throat, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh of your waist, you decide to test the waters.

The kiss becomes deeper, more breathless, and slowly grows into something that hints at the unmistakable, like a promise of passion.

You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands and drawing a deep groan from him that you swallow. For a moment, he breaks the kiss, an action rather sudden as though he just came back to his senses, his chest heaving as he’s trying to catch his breath.

“Here?” he asks, cautiously; uncertainty deeply engrained in his features. “Now?”

You press a kiss to his jaw, another one just below and by his Adam’s apple, hoping it’s enough of an answer.

It seems to be because his hands hook under your thighs, lifting you on the wide hood of the car and you’re unsure whether it’s the cold aluminum prickling on your skin or the way Wakatoshi reaches up to tug on the straps of your dress that’s sending shivers down your spine. He pushes them off your shoulders, his fingers ghosting over your collarbones before he brings his hand to your throat, applying slight pressure. And even though your mind is clouded and the adrenaline rushing through your veins makes it difficult to think straight, you believe you can make out something unruly grazing his features. His other hand grazes the hem of your dress, teasing, before pulling down the fabric and cupping your breast, massaging the flesh.

He pushes you backward until your back makes contact with the aluminum, his free hand coming down to squeeze your hip. He’s hovering over you, his tall frame hiding the last rays of the setting sun still daring to peek over the horizon. There’s still a soft beat coming from the car’s speakers, setting the atmosphere and helping both of you to get lost in the moment.

It’s now that you take note of how worked up he really is, feeling the bulge of his erection through the layers of clothing separating you, and a gasp escapes past your lips as he presses himself a little further onto you, creating friction by gentle thrusts of his hips that feel ever so slightly restrained. And you know there’s a kind of impatience concealed within his actions, a kind of primitive urge threatening to burst through the closer he is to you, the longer he feels your fingers run through his hair, and the longer he tastes you, swallowing your sweet gasps and whines. His body curves around you, coming impossibly closer as his chest presses against yours, and yet something within his actions still appears restrained, like part of him can’t quite seem to let loose.

“’Toshi,” you manage to choke out, a breathless whimper, as he breaks the kiss, and it serves him as a reminder of how tight his pants are at that moment. He lets his head dip down onto your shoulder, his hands leaving your body to prop himself up on the hood, leaving you aching for his touch and warmth in the process.

“It’s okay, ‘Toshi. We’re alone,” you try persuading him carefully, though your hands are less restrained as you hook two fingers into his belt loop to tuck gently. “Please.”

His hips buck forward on instinct alone, chasing your touch, and it only has you growing more restless.

“Please,” you repeat, more imploring this time.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna dent it,” he breathes out, voice a deep grumble, and you think if you weren’t already lying on the hood, your legs would’ve given in.

“Bend me over the hood then.”

His brows are furrowed in thought like he’s suddenly contemplating how far he’s really willing to let his desires take him. He’s not the type to typically take sexual intimacies outside of the bedroom, not out of shame, but because he believes it to be something between only you and him, something he’s not quite willing to let anyone else in on.

And yet there’s something deeply lustful in his eyes as his hands wrap around your knees, pulling you forward and off the hood. Once your feet are planted on the ground, you’re being turned around, a hiss escaping from in between clenched teeth at the cool sensation of your chest coming into contact with the aluminum.

He hitches your dress up, leaving it bunched up at the dip of your waist, sighing as he catches sight of the darker spot where wetness seeps through your underwear. Your hips buck forward as he presses an index finger onto your clothed clit, gently circling. He hitches a finger under the fabric, pulling it aside at another whimper of his name, slipping a finger inside, soon another. His unoccupied hand massages the flesh of your hips as he pulls soft moans and pleads for more from your lips, patient despite the building pressure sitting deep in his abdomen.

Once he deems you ready to take him, he pulls away briefly, reaching to unbuckle his belt. He sighs as he frees his cock from the restriction of his pants, stroking himself, and his eyes fall shut briefly, needing to steady himself. One hand finds its place back on your waist while the other positions himself. A groan escapes his throat as the tip pushes inside and he takes his time bottoming out, although it’s less for him and more for you to be able to adjust to the stretch.

Wakatoshi leans forward, bracing an arm on the hood to further press his weight into you and you wrap a hand around his biceps, both in an attempt to be even closer to him and to brace yourself.

He starts slowly rocking into you, setting a pace that is deliberate and testing. It takes some time for him to grow bolder, for his careful thrusts to grow less restrained, faster and harder. You can feel the car moving slightly with every move of his hips against yours, the sound of skin against skin mixing in with the bass of the radio.

You’re trying your best to match his pace, attempting to meet his thrusts, but it’s too overwhelming, too overpowering that you find your muscles staggering, unable to keep up. Your nails dig into the muscle of his bicep, so hard it must sting, but he lets you. Because Wakatoshi lets you do whatever you want to him because he knows that ultimately the strain on your body is bigger. So he will take it, endure the sting, for you, and because he can.

Your vision starts to blur and your whimpers and soft moans mix with chants of his name falling from your tongue as you grow louder, but Wakatoshi shushes you, caressing the skin of your waist where he previously dug his fingers into.

He reaches to pull your upper body up from the hood as he feels your orgasm approaching, two fingers circling your clit to help push you over the edge. And he helps prolong your orgasm as you begin writhing in his hold, pleasure finally washing over you, and he presses sweet kisses to the nape of your neck until he feels your body loosen. Gently, he lays you back down on the hood, a few more strokes all it takes for his groans to stagger, for his own release to near. You purposefully tighten around him and feel his rhythm falter, a rare moan pushing itself past his lips as he cums, his cock throbbing inside of you with every wave of his climax.

His hands fall back on the hood as he halts to catch his breath. Fingers push back the strands of slightly damp hair that had fallen onto his forehead as he straightens himself up, pulling his softening cock out of you.

He helps you get back up, making sure you’re standing secure on the ground before he makes you turn around, cupping your face in both of his hands and catching your lips in another kiss. His lips move slowly, sensually, tasting like gratitude and a promise for more, for unrelenting loyalty, for love.

#man idk when i tell you i sat in front of my laptop with my head in my hands i mean it #you know you’re a writer when you’re thinking about all the ways to decribe a car for an hour straight #i don’t know shit about cars don’t comment on it #its late imma proof read this tomorrow if you find any mistakes no you didnt #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima smut #haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq #hq x reader #hq smut #hq ushijima #vile nights #vile one shots

[swagging-back-to]

L is fucking heinous and DESERVED TO DIE SOONER!

#but also fuck soichiro as well #that entire fake execution was CRIMINAL and i jsut read a fic where the author covered the sheer #amount of trauma that would cause and i wish they actually showed that in the series #because seriously everyone would be SO traumatized by the entire situation #ENTIRE SITUATION. #from being suspected of being kira #to being watched on camera and stalked #to being locked up for over two months and watched the entire time--for most of it you dont even know why youre there. #to thinking youre about to be shot by your father on the side of a highway while he says 'from one murderer to another i'll see you in hell #to then being handcuffed to the person who has committed all of these crimes against you for an indefinite amount of time all day every #single day. never given a moment of privacy or alone time after being #alone for over two months with almost no contact at all. #L is fucking sick. #literally sadistic. #and he's vile. #light yagami is innocent

[hauntingblue]

After all this I wonder how relieved zoro is of fucking up doflamingo's shit

#so what i am lesrning here is that oirans are so well regarded lmao.... i get it i do #hanged kike jesus christ????? jesus #was this in the last opening btw or am i imagining things..... also is this a reference to jesus christ.... paralelism more than anything #oden panty shot???? lmao #offering toka's father to the oiran's fake death.... so vile omg #ZORO PLEASE CATCH THAT CHILD!!! JESUS CHRIST!!!! #read a specific spoiler. comitting seppuku goodbye everyone. blame a random jkanime dot net user. #talking tag #watching one piece #episode 939 #of course he is exhonerating them of the pamphlet..... #ge is going to see toko too omg....enough... #falling off that cross and everything omg.... not in front of toko..... oh my god... #the smile fruits being made of sad.... yeah #episode 940 #to the joker this is normal #this episode has just been me saying jesus...... and like indeed #like jesus christ the laughs..... #zoro should just kill orichi right here.... why wait.... #you know i always wondered why caesar was so hated all along and like i get it but considering how many villains get redemptions and after #so many funny moments you wouls thought this was the case... but no... its like they were smelling all this #also can't believe sanji hasn't noticed a beautiful woman (hiyori) crying... i feel like she is on his radar radius... plot hole #oh orochi is going down.... ZORO. EXECUTE THIS MAN! #tama and toko new strawhat children.... welcome to the family jump onboard... god i hope #SANJI AND ZORO oof #cover blown off...... anything else.... can more things go wrong.... #can you believe right after luffy adopted his brother's daughter sanji and zoro decided to adopt another girl??? so sweet <3 #just read a comment saying zoro and sanji had been apart for 7 YEARS since dressrosa... this is wild to me... i get a lot of fanart now.... #episode 941

[takemetoasummereve]

.

#idk why I thought opening twt after waking up from a nightmare was a good idea #it’s like jumping from one bad dream to another #i saw someone I followed (past tense cause I unfollowed immediately) #qrt some rando who fucking know who the person they’re qrtig is mad as hell cause that person (an American allegedly) #said it’s not a bad idea to raise the retirement age in nations where people are living longer #let it be known rn I think that’s stupid and that’s a common sentiment held here I’ve not heard a single person EVER #say they want to work longer #anyways that’s not the problem #the problem is they qrt it by saying Americans shouldn’t speak on it because theyll probably get shot before they love long enough etc etc #why did people get so comfortable talking like that #there was just a school shooting like two days ago and young kids died your jokes aren’t funny man #the system is fucked up and people have been fighting to get rid of the second amendment and people are dying in that process #at some point you have to learn to disagree w/o being so vile man have some empathy you can make your point w/o being disgusting #the one demographic that can’t vote for their own rights or protection are suffering the most and you using a very real problem #when little kids just died and people are trying to heal from that is so gross

[yesiknowimshort]

desperate for a tv show filmed like modern family or the kardashians of the batfam, titled “watch out for the waynes” or something like that.

bruce signed for the limited series to keep up appearances.

dick acts like a love island contestant.

damian is only ever in the corner of shots, staring into the soul of the cameraman.

cass, similarly, does not contribute much, but looks to the camera like she’s in modern family whenever shit happens.

tim finds every way to be the last laugh, the one-liner guy, the “unexpected, effortless, fan favourite™️”.

duke frequents the interview room.

jason sends subtextual messages to the audience through the books he’s seen reading in a scene:

bruce and tim are having a tiff about who’s idea is better while jason’s reading “the metamorphoses - book iii 339-358” (narcissus).

everyone’s having a grand old time at a gala while jason’s at a table reading “vile bodies”.

damian’s in a mood and nobody’s picked up on it yet while jason is seen reading “american psycho”.

nobody can find steph and tim and jason’s sat literally reading the back of a “dazed and confused” dvd to get his point across.

#batboys #batfam #batfamily #dc comics #dc headcanon #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #bruce wayne #duke thomas #cassandra cain

[theoldsports]

Mistake.

Coriolanus Snow x Reader | 3.2k words

SMUT 18+ ONLY | murder, manipulation, dubcon, mutually assured destruction, some bondage, gun violence. everything, really. danger!

The floor of Coriolanus and [Y/N]’s bedroom used to be hardwood. She would hear him on his way in when he worked late at the Citadel. The creaking floorboards typically snapped her out of sleep. Recently, Coriolanus decided on carpeting the room, full well knowing that he often woke up [Y/N] with his returns. If she stayed asleep, she asked less questions. The carpet was rich and purple. Tastefully purple, like a mauve. Coriolanus did not tolerate tacky like most ‘Capitol Phonies’ as [Y/N] called them when he would get agitated with couture, fashion and consumer trends.

When Coriolanus entered the room tonight, he was not concerned with waking his lover like usual. He was furious and he wanted attention. Coriolanus threw the door open with a bang. He came in like a shot. [Y/N] sat bolt up right in bed at the unexpected noise so late at night. She went from asleep to over alert. With practiced ease, she yanked open the bedside table’s white drawer and reached for the handgun Coriolanus had gotten her as an anniversary present. The wife of a young Senator couldn’t afford to take risks.

[Y/N] extended her arm, pointing the gun where her tired eyes spotted movement and undid the safety. She blinked once. Then twice. It was clear that it was Coriolanus, not a murderer. Not a murderer that would do her harm, anyway.

“Fuck!” Coriolanus said, raising his hands in surprise. “Darling, it’s me. Drop it!”

She would have known his footsteps if he hadn’t put in carpet.

“Coryo, good god. Don’t do that!” [Y/N] screamed. Instantly, she snapped the safety back on and dropped the gun back in the drawer. “I could have shot you! What time is it?”

“I—I don’t know! Late!” Coriolanus shouted and shrugged his jacket off. “Fuck!” [Y/N] watched his burgundy coat smack into the wall as he tossed it in frustration. Coriolanus didn’t usually get visibly angry. Instead, he got cold. There was door slamming sometimes to end an argument, maybe dirty possessive sex, but normally, he became calculating vile to be around instead of petulantly rage-filled.

Today must have been a bad day.

He almost got shot to top it off.

“I’m sorry,” [Y/N] said like she was attempting to defuse a bomb. She had only had to speak to him like that once or twice in her years of knowing him. Normally, Coriolanus found that tone condescending. “Coryo, come here.”

Coriolanus made no mind of her words. He continued to pull off his clothes a layer at a time clumsily. He pulled at his hair, he groaned sounds of anguish barely below a holler, he even threw one of his beautifully polished shoes across the room. Real, adult male rage. The kind you stayed away from.

“Coriolanus Snow, you’re going to hurt yourself!” [Y/N] shouted. “You’re gonna… hurt me, or break something. What’s wrong with you?” [Y/N] said cautiously while she climbed out of bed in her nearly transparent red nightie.

Coriolanus breathed heavily. He was trying to sooth his anger. He knew this behavior, this blackout rage, was unbecoming. His eyes focused on [Y/N]’s, and then [Y/N]’s throat, then [Y/N]’s dress, and what was visible under [Y/N]’s dress. His breathing slowed a bit and he pushed his loose curls out of his eyes with the back of his hand.

“You still with me?” [Y/N] asked, stepping into where he stood. “Coryo, look at me,” [Y/N] commanded. She reached out with a hand as if Coriolanus was a wild animal that might bite her and slowly placed it on the side of his cheek. Gently, she guided him to look down at her. He stared down at her almost expressionlessly. [Y/N] reached up with her free hand to tucked Coriolanus’s long hair out of his face. “What happened? The truth, preferably.”

“Where… Where’d you get that nightgown?” Coriolanus deflected.

“Bought it last week.”

“It’s very striking on you. You aren’t cold in that thing?”

[Y/N] shook her head and dropped her hand from Coriolanus’ face. She thought her window for some sort of talk about why he had behaved like that had latched closed. “No.” She sighed. [Y/N] spent another moment examining Coriolanus with her eyes to make sure that he wasn’t hurt or completely falling to pieces standing before her in merely his crisp black pinstriped trousers and belt. Once she felt her once over was sufficient, she turned to walk back to the bed to lay down.

“I… I lied to someone when I should have told them the truth,” Coriolanus started as [Y/N] climbed back under the pristine white covers on their bed. “It was a miscalculation and I suspect it’s going to take… work to… eradicate the rest of problem entirely.”

He was incapable of saying ‘I made a mistake and my actions have consequences’ like a normal person. All the same, relinquishing that information cost him a lot emotionally. He didn’t share burdens. Coriolanus didn’t share anything.

“This was another Senator?”

“It involves another Senator, yes,” he said. “It’s inconvenient.”

“Fix it,” she said. There was no more advice to be offered on the subject without argument and she knew that Coriolanus would fix it, by whatever means necessary. [Y/N] patted the bed beside her again. “Come to bed.”

Coriolanus climbed into bed stiffly and laid beside [Y/N]. He settled for laying in an uncomfortable, temporary position because he did not expect to fall asleep in his pressed slacks. She wrapped an arm around him and yanked him on top of her, forcing his head to rest on her chest. Coriolanus liked it when [Y/N] let him use her like a pillow. [Y/N]’s heart went so fast when he was near like that. Coriolanus wondered if it was because she was afraid of him. He smiled.

“Did you get this nightgown for me?” Coriolanus asked. He traced the sheer fabric around one of [Y/N] nipples and watched the bud become stiffer with every rotation. He did that to her, not some no-talent, inexperienced Senator who probably couldn’t keep his own dick hard.

[Y/N] scoffed with her bottom lip captured between her straight teeth. “Who else?” She said plainly.

“You got all dressed up in this and I didn’t even get home on time, huh?” He said, sounding almost disappointed. Coriolanus’ finger slid under the strap of the dress and snapped it against her skin.

“There’s always tomorrow. It’s not like I don’t live with you,” [Y/N] chanced sliding her fingers into his hair. Coriolanus often hated when she touched his overly manicured hair, but [Y/N] knew he found it soothing in a moment of private vulnerability. She knew he liked the attention. [Y/N] tangled her fingers in his white blonde hair, combing out the product he had put in it that morning to hold it in place. Coriolanus let her. “You’re so tense. Relax.” [Y/N] said.

“Can’t. Go back to sleep, Darling. I might go for a run, think.”

“…You could discuss your miscalculation.”

Coriolanus was silent. That was a no without saying no. [Y/N] tugged his hair carefully in frustration. “Please stay here with me. If you go out, I’ll be all nerves til you’re properly back with me,” She said. “Stay. I’m awake now… Blow off some steam. The adrenaline of pointing a gun at my husband’s going to keep me awake for a while too.”

“I never should have bought you that,” Coriolanus said firmly, but maintained a smirk. “If I stayed with you all day, you would have no reason for needing the gun. You wouldn’t ever have to wear clothes either. Well, what you’re wearing now is hardly clothes to begin with.”

“I’m sorry. About the gun, not the nightgown,” [Y/N] said. Coriolanus stole kisses across parts of her exposed and covered chest. Eventually his mouth came to rest over her clothed left nipple, with his teeth giving it a gentle tug. “Coryo…” [Y/N] whimpered.

“You want me to relax, here’s me,” Coriolanus leaned up and kissed [Y/N]’s lips. “Relaxing.” He smirked.

[Y/N] genuinely never did know if Coriolanus was out-of-his-mind obsessed with her, or if he told her what she wanted to hear because that kind of talk made Coriolanus feel better about himself in a roundabout way. Either way, she got something out of it, so complaining at this stage felt unimportant.

Sustaining two deluded minds in a relationship meant both parties had to consistently 1) lie, 2) obsess over minutia, 3) fuck.

See, it wasn’t love, but it wasn’t just fucking either. The pair could not love. Something had happened to each of them that made real romantic or intimate compatibility impossible. Their intentions for the other weren’t selfless, but they mutually let other believe they were.

They were perfect together.

They had unified strength, a need for control and that beloved little thing that made them work: obsession; fundamentally. To hear one of them talk manically about the other, was to see the face of God. To each of them, the other was the only person who had ever kept them from getting bored, so they made it work. It was the endless chase that kept them going. That, and a constant need to outdo the other. Daily, they engaged in a delicate pantomime of intimacy and all their world was the stage.

“Did you hurt someone, honey?” [Y/N] moaned as Coriolanus kissed her, bucking her hips up. “You only act like this when you’ve hurt someone. Y-you, oh fuck, you know I don’t care.” She said.

“Cut it out.” He snapped.

“Who.”

“How many times before have I told you not to ask?” Coriolanus said, pulling his lips away from her chest and instead leaned back to bury two fingers inside her wetness to affirm his point. He had already noticed she hadn’t been wearing panties under the translucent nightie, so it was easy.

[Y/N] inhaled sharply at the abrupt stretching sensation and shut her eyes. “I wasn’t asking, Coriolanus.”

Coriolanus stretched her further, eliciting an explicit moan from [Y/N]. She clawed at the fabric of the only stitches he had left: his trousers.

Through gritted teeth, Coriolanus choked out “Festus Creed.”

“Festus?” [Y/N] said as she sat up on her elbows. They had known him since they were children. Coriolanus didn’t stop fucking her brutally with his hand. “Coryo… You didn’t.”

“He said something he shouldn’t have and he took his coffee too sweet to notice before it was too late. The only worry is if someone saw. Eyes everywhere. It was too public.” Coriolanus grunted. He felt himself getting hard from watching his wife fuck herself on his long fingers whilst he confessed to killing a childhood companion.

[Y/N] knew it was in poor taste to feel so good from hearing something so awful. She did not care because who was going to judge her in the privacy of her own home? She let out her most wanton moan yet when Coriolanus pressed in a third finger. He knew had an advantage in the conversation considering their current position. Coriolanus knew exactly what she wanted and that he was not going to get her to cum just from the penetration of his fingers. Effortlessly, he slid his thumb over her clit and rubbed it quickly. “W-why…” [Y/N] tried her best to sound coherent.

“He wanted something that wasn’t his.” Coriolanus muttered, leaning his mouth into [Y/N]’s bare neck.

This could have meant Festus had coveted her, or that he had coveted the presidency. Whatever it was, Coriolanus didn’t like his foods to touch and took care of the problem. [Y/N] let herself believe that out of the possible options, it was her that had gotten in the way of the two men’s relationship. It made her grin an unfortunate grin.

“Coriolanus, you sh-shouldn’t have d-done that,” [Y/N] said. Her thighs were practically shaking. “That was a mistake.” She tried. It was a mistake. Logically, she knew that. [Y/N]’s quivering hands unbuckled his belt. Carefully, she slid the fine black leather through the metal fixings and soft fabric loops. It stayed clutched in her hand.

“What was a mistake?” Coriolanus asked coyly. “This?” His hand slid out of her, making [Y/N] yelp at its absence.

At least [Y/N] was able to think clearer without his hand in her folds. [Y/N] clutched the belt in her hands tighter. “Fuck you.” [Y/N] said. She sat up further causing Coriolanus to lean back further. Her temper flared. She hated how much Coriolanus liked it when she got angry. Of course none of her feelings were really her own with out Coriolanus’ desire and interests. Her temper escalated until she could feel a full throbbing in her left armpit and side. [Y/N] also hated how aroused she still felt. Her friend was dead, after all. She sent a silent prayer to Festus, wherever he ended up.

[Y/N] knew this desire she had was going to be a challenge, but she wanted to punish Coriolanus carnally. Everything was too easy for him as it was.

When Coriolanus sat up against the fluffy pillows and the metal headboard, [Y/N] wasted no time climbing into his lap. She stared seriously into his blue eyes for a moment and leaned into his ear. “I’m extremely disappointed in you.” She said.

Nervousness coursed through her veins. Coriolanus was going to be very upset with her. She grasped Coriolanus’ left wrist in the same hand that held his belt. In one fluid motion, [Y/N] grabbed Coriolanus’ other wrist and clutched them over his head. She pressed his wrists together and linked them with the belt. Before she locked the belt on itself, she pushed his beautiful pale hands against the metallic headboard she was so familiar with chained to herself and cinched the belt closed fast enough to rash up Coriolanus’ delicate wrists.

Coriolanus looked at her in stunned shock. He tried to pull against the belt once.

Twice.

Three times.

It jerked the metal bedframe with a crack.

“What the fuck is this?” Coriolanus said through gritted teeth.

“Punishment. You… I… I said I was extremely disappointed in you. You created a significant amount of unnecessary stress because… Because what? A man I’ve known since I was twelve wanted to share your toys? Is that it?”

The crease between Coriolanus’ eyebrows deepened and his eyes. [Y/N] popped the button on Coriolanus’ pants.

“Now, I’m gonna get some pleasure out of you if it kills me. For my sake, not yours.” [Y/N] said. She shimmied Coriolanus’ pants and boxers down to his knees. Coriolanus wasn’t making this movement easy for her with his wriggling.

“[Y/N], get me out of this. Now!” Coriolanus commanded. At the noise, she grabbed his cock and circled her thumb around its head a few times. He was a leaking mess; he liked this more than he implied. Coriolanus let out a whimper, whether from pleasure or being emasculated. Either would do.

“No.” [Y/N] said softly. She released his cock and climbed properly back onto his lap and slowly sank all the way down on his painfully hard cock. Coriolanus was tall and broad so it was never a surprise to [Y/N] that he was so big. She herself moaned at the familiar stretch of taking him in all the way. [Y/N] rolled her hips to compensate as she settled. [Y/N] chose not think about the consequences for what she was doing. She thought about Coriolanus instead. She glanced down at Coriolanus. Of course he looked frustratingly gorgeous. He always did. His hair looked extremely tousled and his eyes were truculent. His jaw clenched in a grimace of some passionate emotion.

[Y/N] had never seen Coriolanus below her like this. She liked it.

Coriolanus thrusted his hips up, but [Y/N] sat still, not dignifying his need with a response. “No, this is an apology. This is for me now, not you.”

“[Y/N], please—“

Begging so soon?

[Y/N] fucked herself on his cock sharply. Repeatedly, she lifted herself high and slammed herself back down his length. She had no idea sex felt so good in this position.

“Coryo, I want an apology for whatever this is. You should be ashamed of what you’ve done. Are you?”

Silence. He looked away from her.

“I asked you a question.” [Y/N] whispered when she leaned in to bite Coriolanus’ earlobe.

“No.” He said. [Y/N] leaned back and struck him with her open palm. She smiled to herself as she did so, thinking of the night of their engagement party. How striking his pale face always looked with the contrast of a stiff red mark on it.

“[Y/N]!” Coriolanus shouted at the stinging sensation, pulling at his restraints. Coriolanus hated not feeling in control. He wanted to hold [Y/N], to squeeze her, to devour her alive.

[Y/N] leaned to clutch his bound forearms, bouncing up and down sickeningly fast. “You’re not ashamed? Guilty? You think this is deserved, this cruelty?” He didn’t have to answer for [Y/N] to know he didn’t feel ashamed. Coriolanus couldn’t feel shame quite like that, only self pity. He let out another moan at her words. [Y/N] clawed her nails down his biceps on a journey to his abdomen. “Coryo, apologize to me.” She purred.

“I…” Coriolanus started to apologize, but [Y/N] began sucking brutal hickeys on his neck first, then collarbones. He could barely string a sentence together at the sensation. By the time he had four blossoming bruises on the marble column of his throat, he was writhing beneath [Y/N]. He was getting frustrated. Every time he tried to buck his hips naturally (or desperately) into hers, she refused to move or acknowledge until he stopped.

“Fine! I’m sorry!” He spat, barely conscious of his words.

“For what?”

“F-Festus.” He said quietly.

“What was that, honey?” She teased, twisting one of his nipples.

“Please don’t make me talk about another man when I’m fucking you…” Coriolanus whimpered. “Undo the belt, Darling, we can—“

“Too late. What are you sorry for?” She said, rolling her hips into his. “Tell me you’re sorry or there’s no chance I let you finish.”

“Festus!”

“Louder!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry about Festus. It was a mistake. PLEASE! Let me fucking cum!”

He wasn’t sorry at all. While he came into his wife, all Coriolanus could think about was how awfully good it felt to kill someone if it meant his wife would be on him like this.

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[phddyke]

Hazbin Hotel is actually healing my inner ex-Christian so hard.

No joke, I nearly started cheering when Lute called Charlie and Vaggie’s love “vile and blasphemous” (and then burst out laughing when Adam immediately followed it up with “Hot as fuck though”). I know that may sound weird considering that I am, in fact, a lesbian, but here me out:

Seeing Christians being explicitly homophobic onscreen? It validates me. It makes me think “Oh yeah, I’m not crazy, Christians are that hateful!” And, call me crazy, but I think homophobia being tied in with villainy is a good thing. Neither Adam or Lute are supposed to be good people; they are very obviously the villain, and that establishes their behavior as bad. Someone on Twitter said that Lute gave them religious fanatic vibes and I couldn’t agree more.

And here’s the thing, too: it’s explicit homophobia, not some dumb metaphor. There’s no way to take it as anything else. And I really need that. I need to see Christians being explicitly homophobic onscreen in the same way that other people need and create worlds where homophobia doesn’t exist.

But me? I want my pain and suffering acknowledged. I want the harm that Christianity does acknowledged. Homophobia is real and the religious kind doubly so. I related to Vaggie so much in that episode; I felt her trepidation about going back to Heaven. Felt like a good metaphor for escaping a fundamentalist church only to be forced to visit again.

And Viv is not afraid to explicitly point this out and criticize them. Like, yes! Say it! They are hypocrites! They don’t care about people being better, they only care about punishment! They maimed one of their own and left her to die because she spared a child! They’re homophobic freaks! They would never see the good that Angel does and how he’s improved and is wonderful, they only see that he’s a drug addict and a sex worker and think he’s worthless for that even though Jesus broke bread with sex workers and people considered the dregs of society. (And of course Angel is gay on top of that.)

And another thing: not only did the Adam line make me laugh, but the second homophobic Lute line about “he blew his shot like the cocks in his mouth” cracked me up too. It reminded me of the pilot where Katie Killjoy said “I don’t touch the gays” to Charlie, which is a line that made me laugh for 4+ years straight. When I told my brother that was the funniest homophobia I’d ever heard in media, he very wisely said, “All homophobia is funny if you think about it.” And you know what? He’s right. It is funny, because it’s so fundamentally goddamn stupid, so let’s give characters ridiculous lines so everyone can laugh at how idiotic they and their beliefs sound.

#i actually have no issue if sinners go to hell for being gay #it’s not like viv is saying that’s a good thing #if anything she’s showing how utterly deranged that is and the very serious consequences #hazbin hotel #tw homophobia #hazbin hotel spoilers #lute #adam #charlie morningstar #vaggie #hazbin lute #hazbin adam #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel angel dust #hellaverse #vivziepop #thanks for seeing and rescuing my inner queer ex-Catholic kid #also i wanna get ‘vile and blasphemous’ tattooed #i may even work it into my wedding vows #like youre damn right im vile and blasphemous bitch now go fuck yourself<3 #katie killjoy