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lovetei · 9 months

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Hi i just read the current fic you wrote about the brothers seeing sheep mc turn into human in front of everyone and was wondering if i could request a fic/headcannon where sheep mc turn into human when they are alone with the brothers.

Thanks for reading 🥰🥰🥰

Eyy, I knew someone would request this sometime. So as the poll result, I'll make this request first. I actually do requests in a "first come, first serve" manner before but I guess I'll do what you guys want to see first :b

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Their reaction to Sheep!MC turning into their human form, naked, in front of them

Warnings: Suggestive, Vulgar words, might not reach your expectations, your gender is not specified, wrong use of tail, wrong use of desk, wrong use of car hood, wrong use of library, wrong spelling, wrong grammar

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

Tags: @commets-space @ikevampharem

Parts: Their reaction to Sheep MC changing into their human form at the end of the exchange program

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LUCIFER

You were on your small form

Sitting on top of Lucifer's desk, discussing some things about school

"I'm sorry, Luci. Can you give me a break..? Somethings wrong with me-" Is what you said before your small hands touched your forehead.

He asked you what's wrong but you just remained silent

Then you started glowing

And there you are

Sitting on top of his desk, naked, with both of your legs on each of his sides

He looked at you in shock, his hands trembling, having a hard time trying to stop them from pulling you close to himself "Well, well, well..." He stood up from his seat and pinned you on his desk.

He climbed on top of you with his knees in between your legs "I guess I'll be opening my christmas gift earlier than everyone else." Is the last thing he said before the doors of his office remained locked for the rest of the night.

MAMMON

You're out with, in a cliff, looking at the stars late at night

Sitting on the hood of his car as you two looked up at the sky and point out the beautiful constellations visible

When suddenly a shooting star passed by

Mammon kept on giggling and told you to make a wish and so you did

"I wish I can have my real body back..." Is what you said.

And after mere seconds, you're glowing, brighter than the stars.

Mammon looked at you, shocked, not believing the view in front of him "MC..?" He asked and you looked at him flustered, knowing that you're fully exposed "Are you okay?!" He asked panicking.

You just assured him that you are but then he smirked "You are?" He asked his voice deeper than before as he got on top of you "Then... How about if I do this?~" He teased as his hand hiked up your inner thigh.

LEVIATHAN

You and Levi are in his room, exploring the new event that appeared in your favorite game.

Sitting on his lap, you started to feel something wrong, like your blood is rushing and you're starting to feel hot even if you're close to Leviathan.

"Levi... I don't feel good... Can you hand me that water?" You asked.

Before he can even think about doing so, you started glowing which caught him off guard.

Right after the light dimmed down, your naked figure that is slumped on his desk while sitting on his lap appeared right before him like some reward.

"I'm so sorry, Levi let me just..." You tried to get off his lap but he held you down, his nails digging on your waist.

You tried to look back at him but his tail appeared out of nowhere and kept your head in place, he then stood up "What are you doing..?" You asked. It's not weird that he stood up, I mean he could be uncomfortable.

But what's weird is that he brought your hips together, his grinding behind yours "H-How could I stop myself..?!" His voice is whiny, even sounds like he's the one getting bent over.

"How can I stop myself when y-you're already in the position..?" He asked as you felt his fingers slowly entering you earning a loud gasp "Urgh!-" You chocked as soon as you gasped as his tail forced it self down your throat "Be good please... Just be g-good..!" He begged.

SATAN

Studying inside the Library with Satan will always be one of the best times

But this session will sure be one of the most memorable

In one of the hidden corners of the library, Satan is teaching you about the books only HOL can have.

When suddenly, a light lit up, brightening the dark corner of the library

But that wasn't a light

It was just you

Satan panicked as he thought that maybe he accidentally activated a spell while reading the book titles but... It seems that he's panicking for nothing.

He asked you a few times if you were okay and when you reassured him that you were, he can't help but smile as he watch you jump up and down out of pure happiness, seeming unaware that you're naked in front of him.

Just when he thought everything is perfect, someone just has to barge in 'I'm not letting anyone else see them like this.' is what he thought before he pinned you on one of the shelves with one of his hands covering your mouth and the other one caging you.

You asked "T-This is a good news... Why are you s-shutting me up?" like his good little slut, not even talking about how your legs is starting to quiver after he put one his in between yours, grinding them against you just right.

"Hmm... Do you want them to see you like this?" He leaned in closer to your ear as he licked your neck. He kept his hand on your mouth as he humped you up and down his leg, muffling all the sounds you're making.

"Shh... Control yourself and don't make a mess. You don't want to mess up all these books just because you're being a slut now do you?" He teased before you heard him unbuckle his belt.

ASMODEUS

Being a sheep sure is hard...

You can't wear anything else other than the clothes Asmo makes you.

And by most of the time the only thing you need to wear is some white collar with a tie to look presentable.

And so that's what you had Asmo make you for your formal presentation next week.

"Wow, Darling. Your skin is really... Glowing..?"

You looked at him shock, not knowing what to do after you saw yourself naked with only the white shirt collar and the black tie "Asmo-" "Stand up." He ordered.

He look stressed... His hand is covering his eyes as he he slowly turned around while you stand up. He then stand behind you, looking at your body through your reflection.

"I can't look at you face to face dear..." He explained as he plays with your hair from behind, and that's when you noticed how the pink of his eyes glow brighter than ever.

"But I can't let you go too..." He whined as his hands dropped to your waist "So what should we do..?" He asked as he went down to suck on your neck.

"Ah... And I'm not asking you to go out or anything..." He added "I just want to know what position you want to start to with~"

BEELZEBUB

You're on top of the kitchen counter as Beel eat the dessert you created

He's clearly enjoying it too, smiling so bright as he eats

"Beel can you check if I turn off the oven..?" You ordered as you started to feel hot

Beel looked at you in shock as you started to glow thinking you got caught in fire.

You looked at him in shock as you remained still "MC?" He called out and you just nervously said yes.

He remained silent as he looked at up and down "Is there something wrong..?" You asked while smiling nervously and he shook his head.

"No, I just... Got hungry." He commented making you confused, earlier he told you that your dessert made him feel full for once and now he's hungry again?

"Yes, yes... I feel full after eating those desserts but I'm hungry..." He repeated "For the one that cooked them." He added which caught you off guard.

BELPHEGOR

It was late at night and you're cuddling with Belphie

It's usually cold during night time in the Devildom but you're feeling unusually hot for some reason

You looked to your side and saw that Belphie is not even sweating

The room suddenly brightened so you thought that someone opened the room and turned on the lights

But Belphie is here and Beel is out for night work out

Oh... It's coming from you...

You looked around and realized that Belphegor is still asleep, you also realized that you're naked, completely, and so you tried to get off the bed to at least put some clothes on and get back to cuddling him.

Wanting to surprise him as soon as he wakes up, the thought makes you giggle constantly but when you're about to get off the bed someone grabbed your wrist.

"Fuck..." He groaned out, his head thrown back and his eyes glowing purple "I want to elt you do what you want and wait until the morning so that your little surprise plan will work but..." He explained.

"But you just have to make me so damn hard." He teased, even chuckling a little before he picked you up and put you on top of him, slightly grinding you against the obvious tent in his pants.

"Move." He ordered "And maybe if you satisfied me enough I'll let you get off this bed and pretend that I don't know about your plan the next morning." He mocked.

"That is if you can still walk after this." He grinned.

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#obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me angst #obey me leviathan #obey me smut #obey me suggestive #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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achelouise · 2 months

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Lies, mysteries, and tricks

Fandom: Honkai Starail

Pairing: Sunday/Gen!reader, MENTIONED Gallagher/reader

Warnings: Spoilers for 2.1 and written before 2.2! Very toxic, from both sides, I think? Maybe OOC Sunday.

Summary: You learn about Robin's death, and rush to console Sunday. He isn't the thing you should be worrying about, though.

A/N: It's been a while! Came back to write this, because I couldn't stop thinking about this idea. It's rushed, and it's not really well-written, and it's short. Please forgive me~ (I am obsessed with Gallagher rn, so if anyone has any ideas I would love to hear and write about them :D (I still don't know how to properly use tumblr btw))

“Sunday? Are you in there?”

No answer. You drum your fingers against your sides nervously.

“Sunday, can we talk? Please?”

Still no answer. Your heart beats widely in your chest.

You ignore your thunderous heart as you slowly push the doors of the mansion open. The creaking doors echo and bounce along the empty halls, revealing a giant room, devoid of any light. A luxurious bed, dorned with lights and gems and painted with beautiful colors, is tucked away at the very side of the room. Sunday’s bedroom.

The factions had established that, other than the man himself, Sunday’s blood-related family, along with his spouse, would have access to it. Sunday himself had no permission to grant access to anyone, so you are surprised when the bellhop simply glanced at you and let you in without protest.

You could only guess it was because you two were close friends, and they were used to seeing you enter the Pavilion as children. Still, to enter his bedroom must be a breach in security…

But he wasn’t in any other room you could find. Time was slipping, lives were being lost, and you needed to find him. Fast.

You’re not exactly in the know. Most things you know, only Gallagher has told you. But you know full well that Sunday needs support.

“Sunday, please. I know I haven’t visited in… a while. I know what happened, and I’m sorry. Let’s work this out together. Don’t run away. Please?”

Only your echoes answer.

You were rambling to yourself at this point, desperation climbing further and further up to your chest. You have seen what Sunday does when he loses those he loves- and you want to help him. You don’t ever want to see him like that again. Never again.

You glance at the papers scattered on his desk. Maybe they have some information on where he went. He likes to rant in diaries.

You close your eyes, and pray to whatever Aeon you follow.

Forgive my sins for ever trespassing privacy to this extent.

You don’t exactly have a clear mind when you start to rummage through the papers that endured wear and tear. You start to read some.

How could she do this?

It’s fine. It’s fine. Itsfineitsfineitsfineitsfineitsfine

Robin. Dear Aeons, Robin.

When I find the traitor I will make them pay in blo o d

Please don’t leave me please

Please please please please pleasepleas e

Your stomach drops. Poor Sunday.

Something else catches your eye, though. A soft reflection of a photo, pinned at the corner of the widespread desk. You lean over to take a good look at it.

You bite your lip so hard it nearly breaks skin. But even that dulls in comparison to the piles and piles of photos- all of them just you and Gallagher.

There are a wide range of those photos; from you two sitting across each other in the Dreamjolt Hostelry, to your hands linked together, faces flushed and smiles bright. All of them, with Gallagher’s face crossed out with glaring, red circles.

How dare he HOW DARE HE HOW DARE HE

HE DID IT HE KILLED HER HE TOOK THEM I WILL MAKE HIM PAY

The words are jagged and rough, as if he had barely managed to carve it out with his bare hands. It is a gigantic contrast to the sweet and elegant cursives he writes in his letters to you. It almost made you believe it wasn’t even Sunday who wrote this.

But you’re not stupid. You swallow the bile down your throat as your stomach churns with heightened fear and uncertainty. Sunday is a clever man, which makes him infinitely more dangerous.

Admittedly, he is far more unhinged than the public understands. You’ve never had a problem with it- only crazy can recognize crazy, and that was probably how he uncovered the plan of that gambler.

This doesn’t work in your favor, though. You don’t want to know what it means when he directs this insanity towards you.

You turn to leave.

“Ah, you found me.”

A hand shoots out to grip your arm, and you have no time to react. Shock, as quick as it comes, is slow to settle down. You try to scream.

“Oh Triple-Faced Soul, please seal this traitor's tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that the traitor will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows.”

No.

Your whole body goes cold. You feel it- the soft waves of Harmony pulsing in your head, trapping your tongue and seeing through your eyes. You had seen its effect- seen how it slaughters and breaks those who disobey. But to receive this kind of treatment yourself…

You finally process the dangerous situation you’re in, and wrench free from his grasp. You regain your stance as you stumble backwards, a question on the tip of your tongue. “Why?”

Sunday looks… off. His clothes are askew, his eyebags more apparent without the illusion of Harmony, and a smile, out of place and out of his mind. He chuckles, far too gentle, so much so that it sends shivers down your spine.

“You know how this goes, don’t you?” he coos, berating and condescending. “Answer my questions truthfully, or suffer the rejection of the Harmony.”

“Why would I ever lie to you?” you ask, “What is there even to ask?”

His eye twitches. His voice drops an octave, laced with poison and jealousy. “You know perfectly well what I mean.”

He breathes in, regaining his footing as the questions begin. “Are you interested in Gallagher? Is he interested in you?”

You think of him. A few hours ago, he insisted he came along to find Sunday with you. You’re starting to regret that decision. “Yes- and, I… I think so.”

Sunday tsks. “Do you know what he is? What it is?”

You cross your arms. “No. He is not human, but I am not exactly a young damsel in distress myself.”

“Do you not understand? That that man is nothing but a memetic entity, with thousands of truths woven together as a lie? Do you not know that the man you hold hands with killed Robin in cold blood? Why would you want to be with a foul beast like him?”

You are taken aback at the venom in Sunday’s tone. He isn’t even hiding it anymore. His breathing is ragged, and his eyes are blown wide.

“I… didn’t.” you admit, far too overwhelmed by his genuine frustration to confirm the validity in his claims.

Sunday suddenly withdrawals, as if sensing he has taken you off guard. He draws himself to his full height, casting a shadow with the light outside in the halls. The pulses in your head die out, as if they were never there.

“You are being tricked, dearest. He is not the man you think he is. He is a monster, a murderer, that serves under a shameful stain. Join me, in the pursuit of the Watchmaker. We can make all of them pay in blood.”

He rants, and you feel your heart sink. He is unstable because of this recent loss, but he has clearly not lost his mind. There is still rhyme and reason to what he does.

“My past? Hah, let’s not get into that just yet. I’ll tell you- someday.”

You glance down at the hand he offers you. His gaze is tender, but far too fragile. His lips are quivering, a silent plea.

You want to reject him. You want to scream at him, punch him, and run away, as far as possible. Gallagher had promised he would explain himself one day, and you had not mentally prepared yourself to know.

But given the unstable state he was in, it is unwise to simply respond with violence.

You reach out for his hand- only for a blade, dark and violet laced with gold, piercing from his stomach. Blue liquid pours from his gut, and this time, you truly do scream.

You don’t hear anything. The withdrawal of the blade is defeated by the look of despair and shock in Sunday’s eyes. He reaches for your hand, in a blind desperation- only to dissipate at the softest graze into a sea of bubbles.

Your heart thunders in your ribcage. A silent dread washes over you, and you hear your breaths grow shorter.

A lighter goes out.

Strong, warm arms envelop you.

A voice, low and gruff, tells you that it’s going to be okay. The voice hovers over your ear, gentle and sweet, almost fabricated to ghost over your ear in a way you can’t refuse. You don’t respond, though, as you feel a sharp cut to your neck, and you’re out like a light.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr gallagher #hsr sunday #sunday x reader #sunday x you #gallagher x reader #gallagher x you #hsr gallagher x reader

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ms-demeanor · 10 days

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why do you delete your posts after a month??? couldn't you just make a new sideblog to keep things organized?? /genuine question

I currently have *counts* 55 sideblogs.

My main blog has the largest readership of any of my blogs by miles and miles, and for a while I tried to do things like "make a post with compusever as the OP then reblog compusever to ms-demeanor so that it still travels" or "set up ms-demeanor-art-blog as a portfolio so I don't have to link people to my main if I'm submitting to a collection" but by the time it became an issue, one of the bigger problems with that is that most people send asks to my main, not to my sideblogs, so I can't answer computer questions as compusever and reblog to ms-d, I have to answer as ms-d and reblog to compusever. (this, btw, is the correct thing to do. I don't answer most of my asks on main and I answer almost NONE of my asks on my sideblogs because I just don't look in the inboxes for the most part)

And I don't see much utility in keeping 30-50 asks about password managers on my main. If I look at the total posts on my sideblogs I've got something like 150k, whereas on my main I think I just broke 6000. That is a reasonable number to dig through for my own purposes, and the *important* blogs where meaningful stuff gets filtered off are in my pinned post. (Nobody needs the link to my stucky blog. That is a notebook with stickers on the cover and stick figures scrawled on lined paper, not someplace that I do anything that I want anyone looking at. I do, however, want people looking at the porn on my venom blog or sending me memes for my dune blog)

IDK it got confusing someone at a coffee shop convinced me to sign up on tumblr in 2012 and at some point my personal blog became something that people looked at for information and it's hard to balance "this is where I put the dolls that i'm mashing against each other and also where I put computer repair information and also where I talk about mental health stuff and also discuss the problems with the supreme court and also where I put a book about what to do if someone dies and also there's a bunch of snapshots of my dog and my spouse."

That's part of the reason I've started ms-demeanor.com - there are a lot of things that people ask me about repeatedly and I'm happy to keep answering the questions but it's a lot faster if I can provide a link and even searching in my own blogs that I've curated for the express purpose of organizing things by category is impossible on tumblr, so I'm (slowly) writing down the stuff that I think will be helpful to people somewhere else.

So I guess TL;DR: Tumblr is a weird combination of public and private and this is the balance I've struck between trying to share information that people will find useful and still having this be a fun place for me to hang out.

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bubblyqueer000 · 1 year

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Hello helloooo. I see you’ve opened up your v3 requests 👀 can we get some Kiibo, Kokichi and/or Nagito with an s/o (she or they pronouns) who’s really intimidating and scary at first but a total softie and super flustered when they’re complimented or flirted with?

Kokichi, Kiibo, and Nagito x Intimidating!Soft!Reader

My first V3 request! I haven't totally gotten through everyone's free time events and I'm not that great at writing Kokichi or Kiibo yet so please bare with me. Love you guys and thanks again for 100 followers!

Enjoy!

Commission me on Ko-Fi! Link in pinned post!

Kokichi Ouma

♡ Was never all that intimidated by you honestly. Or maybe he was and he was just lying about it. Who knows. Point is, he never let it show. He is the supreme leader of evil, after all. Who would scare him?

♡ That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t pretend to be afraid though. Kokichi would always cry and act like you were bullying him when you told him to stop with his stupid antics.

♡ When he did this you would try to get him to stop crying, making you seem soft and sensitive to him. Then he would probably start teasing you even more.

♡ “So you weren’t really as intimidating as you pretended. I hate liars!”

♡ “I wasn’t lying, you annoying little-”

♡ “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH YOU’RE CALLING ME ANNOYING WHEN I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE YOUR FRIEND!! YOU’RE SO MEEEEAN!!!” He wailed.

♡ “Huh? Hey, wait!” You shouted at him.

♡ I guess your ‘friendship’ - if you could even call it that - started from there. It was mostly just Kokichi teasing you and you trying not to beat the shit out of him.

♡ When you finally got together, the teasing definitely didn’t stop. It even kind of intensified when he saw how flustered you got when he flirted with you.

♡ He’ll try to come up with the cringiest, gushiest things he can make you feel embarrassed.

♡ He’ll make everyone think that it’s because he likes embarrassing you but deep down, you’re pretty sure that it’s just because he thinks your blushing face is the cutest thing ever! Who knows though. You can never get a straight answer from him (¬､¬)

K1-B0

♡ You two are in the same boat.

♡ To some he might be intimidating, being a robot, but on the inside, he’s a total softie so he gets it!

♡ Even if you were never scared of him, he was always kind of scared of you. He hadn’t been used to such an intimidating human, and somehow the fact that you were around his age made you even scarier to him.

♡ He wasn’t really used to the feeling so it made you intriguing to him.

♡ Hehehe I got the thought that he wouldn’t know how to respond to the feeling and since he found it negative he would think you’re somehow being robophobic to him.

♡ But like I was saying, he was intrigued by you! Kiibo would definitely be the one to confess his feelings because of that, finally letting him see your true nature as a major softie.

♡ Kiibo wants to try and do all the human couple things. It always really embarrassing to you when he asks to do things like that though.

♡ “Y/N… I um…” Kiibo would begin, trying to stop his stutters.

♡ “What is it, babe?” You told him, in your regular scary tone.

♡ “Would you want to try cuddling… Like… With me?” He asked. Your head shot up, red flashing to your cheeks.

♡ “Um well.. I- Uh…!” You respond incoherently, trying to figure out what to say.

♡ The two of you tried cuddling, which as you might imagine, wasn’t the most comfortable thing considering your partner’s metal body, but that wasn’t as bad as the butterflies in your stomach. Nothing had ever made you as nervous as that. Kiibo didn’t seem to mind or notice though so everything was good. :D

♡ He always tries his best to do all of the things a human couple would so he loves holding your hand, kissing you, and basically any other form of physical affection as long as you don’t mind.

♡ And his mind doesn’t even seem to process how nervous you obviously are so it’s even better!! We all love you, Kiibo buddy!!

Nagito Komaeda

♡ Sees your intimidating demeanor as confident and due to that, he finds you inspiring!

♡ Nagito isn’t the type to show how he’s truly feeling. He doesn’t seem to think that he deserves to show others how he really feels so he never makes it too clear that he’s spooked by you.

♡ You’d start showing him your true colors when he compliments you.

♡ “Wow, Y/N! I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who matches you in intensity. People like you make trash like me all the more boring.”

♡ “I- Um… Well… You shouldn’t… Talk about yourself like that.” You told him, trying to pull yourself together.

♡ You’d probably have to be the one to tell him your feelings because he wouldn’t really feel he deserves to tell you how he feels. Poor baby, we love you.

♡ When you two get together though, he worships you, making you super blushy all the time!!

♡ His favorite time to fluster you is when you’re scolding him for the stupid junk that he pulls.

♡ “I can’t believe you did that, you jackass! Do you want everyone here to die? Do you want us all to kill eachother?!” You screamed in his face after a particularly tedious class trial. Nagito just stared at you, with a blank expression, red in the face.

♡ “You’re very pretty, my hope.” He told you, catching you off guard and turning you into a blubbering mess.

♡ Nagito is frustrating but… We love him anyways. ┐(´ー｀)┌

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sydsaint · 3 months

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MY SCRUNGLY WHITE BOY!!!!! <3

Summary: The reader is reunited with her old friend Kyle during revolution. Kyle notices that the reader has become close with Matt Taven in his absence and isn't about to let like slide.

"Don't you think it's a bit of overkill to have all of us out there with you, Roddy?" You narrow your eyes at Strong as he finishes lacing his boots up. "Wardlow didn't need anyone out there with him." You point to the big man who is fresh off of his match win.

"What? It's not a crime to want some moral support?" Roderick replies.

You roll your eyes with a scoff. "Sounds to me like you don't think that you can beat OC, clean." You tease Roderick.

"What? That's not true!" Roderick snaps at you. "I can beat Orange easily! And on my own!" He insists.

You crack a sly grin and lean back in your chair. "Then I guess you don't need us to stay out there with you."

"She's got you there, Roddy." Matt Taven laughs next to you.

"Yeah yeah." Roderick grumbles to himself. "You guys can at least come out and do our entrance." He gives in after a moment of thought.

You giggle and nod. "Atta boy, Roddy." You wink at him.

Roderick finishes up lacing his boots up and pulls an Undisputed Kingdom shirt over his head. With his ring gear on, Roddy walks over to door and everyone follows him out to the ring.

You walk down to the ring at the side of Matt and Mike. Roderick does his usual kneeling pose and you stand between Matt and Mike to pose.

"Good luck out there, Roddy." You give Roderick one last vote of confidence before you head backstage with Matt and Mike.

The group all files backstage and watches the match from the monitor on the wall. You are enjoying watch Roddy target OC's back when movement catches your eye behind you.

You turn around and narrow your eyes at the hallway leading back to the locker rooms. You catch a glimpse of a head of unruly red hair and your heart skips a beat. "Kyle?" You whisper to yourself.

"You say something, YN?" Matt hears your mumbling and sets a hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

"Hmm?" You turn back to Taven. "Nothing. I just thought that I saw someone is all." You shake your head.

Matt nods and both of you go back to watching the match.

After a grueling match, Roderick ends up finally managing to beat OC in a pin. The bell rings and you cheer with Matt and Mike before the three of you rush out to the ring to congratulate Roderick on his win.

"Yeah! I knew you could do it, Roddy!" You meet Roderick in the middle of the ring with a hug.

"Thanks, YN." Roderick happily accepts your hug before turning to Matt and Mike.

You stand by with a wide grin and watch Roderick share a hug with Matt and Mike. He's in the middle of hugging Mike when suddenly you notice someone is coming down the ramp. The sound of the crowd cheering at full volume disorients you as you attempt to see whose coming down the ramp.

"Oh my god!?" Your jaw drops when Mike steps out of the way and you catch that same head of unruly red hair from earlier. "Kyle!?"

Kyle O'Reilly, your long-time best friend and the missing link of Adam's little group steps up onto the ring apron with that goofy grin that you love so much.

You watch Kyle walk over to Roderick and share a hug and a few words with him. Matt walks over to your side and leans down to whisper to you.

"That's Kyle, right?" Matt asks you.

"Yeah," You nod, still in slight disbelief that Kyle is actually here.

Roderick and Kyle chat with one another but the sound is easily drowned out by the crowd. The pair share one more hug before Kyle turns toward you. You flash an inviting smile Kyle's way and wait for him to approach you. But instead, Kyle nods back up the ramp and shoots you a knowing look. You take the hint and nod before Kyle turns and walks off.

By the time the group gets backstage again, Kyle is nowhere to be found. You frown once you see that Kyle isn't around. But you know from that nod earlier that you'll see him later.

"So, are you and Kyle close at all?" Matt asks you on the way back to the locker room. "it was kind of messed up him not coming over to see you in the ring." He adds.

"Kyle and I have always been close, yeah." You nod. "He's just got a certain way about doing things. I'm sure I'll see him later." You assure Taven. "I'm just super surprised that he's back! No phone call. No nothing."

Matt nods in agreement and grabs the locker room door for you. "Yeah, that is kind of weird."

Adam and Wardlow celebrate with Roderick when everyone makes it back to the locker room. You hang off to the side of the room with Matt and wonder about when you might see Kyle again.

Your answer comes about 20 minutes later when someone knocks on the locker room door. Wardlow answers the knock and let's Kyle into the room.

"Kyle! It's so good to see you back again, buddy!" Adam is the first one to greet O'Reilly.

You watch Kyle and Adam catch up for a bit and eagerly await the moment Kyle finally reunites with you.

"YN!" Kyle finally makes his way over to you after he and Adam are done catching up.

"Kyle!" You beam and eagerly cross the room to meet him.

You leap into O'Reilly's arms and he happily catches you with a laugh. You hug him tightly while gushing about how much you've missed him.

"I missed you too." Kyle laughs at your eagerness and enthusiasm. "And hey, I'm sorry that I haven't called or texted in a while." He sets you back down on your feet. "Rehab was really taking a toll on me. I just didn't have the energy for anything else." He apologizes.

"Awe, that's alright, Kyle." You shake your head and hug him again. "I'm just glad that you're back now. And the hair!" You reach out and flick a strand of his untamed locks playfully. "I love the new look."

Kyle laughs and shake his head. "I was too lazy to cut it." He admits.

"Well I think it looks cute on you, Kyle." You card a hand through his hair playfully.

"Thanks, YN." Kyle grins. "I've been keeping up with the show while at home rehabbing." He adds. "I see that you and Taven have become new best friends." He nods over to Matt now chatting with Mike.

You glance over at Matt and nod. "Yeah, Matt and I have been hanging out a lot. He's fun to have around." You confirm Kyle's suspicion.

"Anyway. What were you and Roderick chatting about in the ring earlier?" You ask him.

"Just some stuff about me being back." Kyle shrugs. "He offered me a spot in your group, of course."

You watch Kyle smile over at Roddy and you have a sinking feeling in your chest.

"And you're joining us. Right, Kyle?" You turn to him.

Kyle looks down at you with those brown puppy dog eyes that you adore so much. "YN..." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Oh." You nod knowingly.

"YN," Kyle replies softly.

You shake your head and take a step back. "No, it's fine Kyle. Really." You insist. "I just need some air."

You step back again and exit the locker room. Kyle huffs and shakes his head, intending to let you let off some steam. But when he spots Matt head off to check on you, he realizes that standing idly by isn't an option.

"YN, are you okay?" Matt finds you out in the hallway looking upset.

"Matt?" You sniffle and look up from the floor. "Yeah, I'm okay." You lie.

Matt sets a comforting hand on your arm. "Are you sure? You look like you're about to cry." He informs you softly.

Kyle comes around the corner and hurries over to you. "YN! I'm sorry." He blurts out as he rushes across the hall. "Can we please talk about this for a minute?" He asks you.

You look at Matt who's obviously ready to tell Kyle to get lost if you need. He watches you carefully and you nod to signal he can leave.

Matt walks off and Kyle moves closer to you. "YN, really I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." He hugs you to his chest. "Just, hear me out please." He pleads with you.

"Okay." You reluctantly nod, not ready to give up Kyle so soon after he's come back to you.

Kyle lets you go from his hug and explains to you his desire for a solo run. You listen to him remind you about how he's always been with groups and chasing tag titles and how he wants to try it solo for a change. And you can't blame him.

"I get it, Kyle." You hang your head in shame for being so upset. "It's just..." You trail off a bit, unsure if you should confess your true feelings for one of your closest friends. "I just got you back, Kyle. I don't want to lose you again." You sniffle.

"Lose me?" Kyle replies. "YN, I love you! You could never lose me." He confesses. "Sure, I might be trying out this solo thing on screen. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop being at your side outside of work." He attempts to quell your worries. "And Matt Taven can be your work buddy all he wants. But I'll always be your number one. Right?" He nudges your side playfully.

You sniffle again and crack a small smile in the corner of your mouth. "Just...don't leave again. Okay?" You hook your arms around his neck and hug him tightly again.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." Kyle assures you and wraps his arms around you tightly. "Just promise me that you and Taven arent dating. Because making you happy is my job."

You giggle and lean back so you can look Kyle in the eyes. "Matt and I are just friends." You ease his worry. "You'll always have my heart, Kyle O'Reilly." You lean forward and peck his lips in a sweet but chaste kiss.

"Good. Because that's all I've ever wanted." Kyle flashes that adorable toothy grin at you and kisses your forehead.

#aew fanfiction #aew fandom #aew fanfic #aew fic #wrestling #aew #all elite wrestling #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fandom #syd's wrestling fics #kyle o'reilly #kyle o'reilly x reader #aew x reader

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rubberonmyduck · 3 months

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My Friend, My Liege

[Prologue] [I] [II] [III] AO3 Link

Weakened angelic powers and one mishap with a rogue exorcist later, Lucifer is injured. As the looming threat of war with Heaven hangs above his head, and the delay of getting a healing spell from Stolas, Lucifer is forced to make a decision. New to the Pride Ring, you land yourself a job at I.M.P.-- the Immediate Murder Professionals. Desperate to make some money during a client-low, Blitz agrees to contract out a bodyguard for Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell. The catch? You're the one Blitz picks for the job.

“On your left, Millie!”

Millie turned her attention to the side, but as she did, another person jumped at her from the shadows, pinning her to the wall. Your eyes widened, but as you tried to rush over, you were stopped by another person. They held a knife out in your direction. Behind them, you could see the target sneaking behind one of their friends.

“You– you freakish possums!” He started walking towards you, causing you to back up until you were against the cold concrete wall. You tried sweeping your tail across the ground, but any discarded weapon was out of your reach. He pressed the knife against your neck.

“What even are you?” Your eyes focused down at the knife. His hold was shaky and loose, and his forearm was pointed away from you. Seeing the opening, you slapped your hand against his arm, yanking it away. His stance was sturdy, only allowing you to throw yourself away from him. Better than nothing, you thought. The knife clanked against the ground. He was disarmed long enough for you to grab a random gun off the ground, pointing it up to one of the guys. You pulled the trigger, bracing yourself for the shove back, but all it did was click. It didn’t have ammo. You let out a curse.

Before you were able to get another gun, the original knife man cocked his– he picked it up when you were distracted– pointing it directly at you.

“That's enough!” His voice was stronger now, the slight tremble in his hand gone now at the previous scare. “You creatures can't just waltz in here and murder us whenever you please! We’ve seen what you've done to our kind, every kill you’ve made. And now, we’ll be the ones to kill you.”

Crack

Millie broke free from the other’s hold, pouncing at the man threatening you and kicking him at the side of his head. The man went down, the gun falling from his grip and sliding over to you. You picked it up, pointing it back at the man.

“I don’t think you will,” you spat, pulling the trigger.

Millie made her way back over from the roof access entrance, a drink and a plate of soft pretzels in her hand. She gave you a smile as she handed you your share. There was a small party on the other side of the roof, so the two of you snuck into a corner to wait together until Loona re-opened the return portal.

The two of you clinked your pretzels together, and you took a big bite as she spoke.

“Loona said she’ll pick us up soon. Something about Moxxie being kidnapped?” Millie sighed, a scowl on her face.

You raised an eyebrow at her. “What's with the look, Millie?”

“Moxxie is stupid sometimes,” She replied, looking up to the sky. The light pollution wasn’t as bad in this part of the town. She could almost make out the glow of nearby planets.

“But I do love him.”

You gave her a small smile before she looked over you with sudden energy. “You know– you’ve been at the company for a few months now, but,” you tilted your head, silently urging her to continue.

“What about you? You haven’t told us that much about you, and you never once mentioned a love life– I know it isn’t any of my business, uh, I’m sorry. Am I pushing it?”

“Oh,” you cut off her rambling, giving the other an awkward chuckle. “I– I guess I don’t? I mean, I’ve dated a few people back in Greed, sure, but,” you swung your legs over the stone wall, letting them swing off the ledge. You could see an empty street below you, and you briefly wondered what part of Earth you were even on.

“It didn’t go anywhere.” Millie was listening patiently, nodding along after every word. She seemed genuinely interested, which made your heart flutter. “I think I need some friends here in pride before I think about loving someone.” You let yourself frown, tilting your head up to the sky. Your face heated up a bit, the thoughts bouncing inside your brain and the dread creeping up your throat. Millie rested a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I’m complaining.”

“No, I get it– I don't know what your life was like in Greed. I don’t know that much about you in general.” Millie stood up on the ledge, her smaller body towering over you. Her facial expression turned to determination.

“But I know you’re really cool. You kicked ass earlier today, and you have a spark that just drags me in.” She held her hand out, “I want to know you more, I want you to know me more. Let’s be friends. If you’re up to it,” she gave a sheepish grin, one you couldn’t help but return wholeheartedly. You grabbed her hand, standing up with her. In the distance, the sun was rising behind the buildings, illuminating you both.

Chaos was normal in the I.M.P. headquarters. As you opened the door to the office, your ears were immediately met with the sound of Loona and Moxxie arguing back and forth about another trivial topic– last week it was about which Earth season was the best. From a few choice words you picked up, it sounded like this week was about… Sporks? You shook your head, quickly turning your attention to Millie. She was working on her target practice. You flashed her a small smile, which was returned with a big grin.

You took a seat on the nearest couch. Bltzo was also there, holding his hands on his face as he let out a loud groan.

A few months ago, Blitzo decided his staff needed to be expanded. You, being new to the Pride Ring, had seen the offer and applied immediately. Having a background of weaponry and less than savory pastimes in your youth, your partially rusted skills had impressed Blitzo. He hired you the moment you hit the dummy target.

Blitzo found it in himself to brag to anyone and everyone about his new employee, earning you the nicknames ‘newbie’ and ‘firecracker’-- how utterly polite, you had thought sarcastically. Blitzo even took it himself to tell the succubus across the hall– as if they even cared, you often joked with Loona. Moxxie seemed slightly scared of you after that one wrestling match with Millie but otherwise, you got along very well with your coworkers.

“Something the matter, boss?” You inquired, leaning back onto the couch. For as long as Blitzo was in his mood, you knew he’d be complaining. Better to get the brunt of it over with now instead of in the middle of a mission.

If you guys finally got a client this week.

“I hate that stupid owl!” Blitzo declared, slouching back on the couch. He took a look over to you, fully registering your presence. With a sigh, he changed the topic. “There haven’t been any new clients.”

The other time it happened while you worked here, a week or so before Valentine’s Day, Blitzo explained how the Earth holidays largely affected their client load. Drunkards, murders, and clinically insane people only came out during celebrations. Spring break on Earth was coming soon though, and Blitzo insisted the staff still met at the office to keep morale high. Considering Blitzo picked you up from your apartment every morning along with Moxxie and Millie, it wasn’t an issue.

“What did Stolas do this time?” You decided to bring the conversation back. Blitzo was a mysterious person, and you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to know more about him. Even if ‘more about him’ ends up being his sex life with a goetic prince. You hoped not, but it was neither here nor there.

“That prick invited me out for boba. Boba!”

You raised your eyebrow at him. “What's so bad about boba?”

“Nothing! I love boba!” Blitzo gripped at his horns, letting out a frustrated groan. “Why would he invite me out for boba?”

You simply shrug at him, focusing your gaze elsewhere. Understanding Blitzo was like trying to understand quantum physics. Not. Fun.

“Sir, your complaining is getting noisy again.”

Blitzo stood up in a flash, turning a middle finger towards Moxxie. “Well fuck you too, Moxxie!”

Moxxie rolled his eyes. Before he could retort, there was a knock at the door. You got up from your seat.

“I’ll get it,” you declared. Walking over to the office entrance, the clicking of your shoes was drowned out by Blitzo and Moxxie’s arguing. Perhaps you guys finally got a new customer? Or maybe one of the succubus was here to make fun of Blitzo again. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Loona lean back in her chair, continuing to watch wherever she was playing. Millie ended up abandoning her target practice to egg on the boys.

You grabbed the handle. Yanking the door open, you were met with the sight of a pale man. He was only a few inches taller than you, his blond hair slicked back but still ruffled on the edges. The man was wearing a white and red suit, holding a matching hat in his hands. He smelled faintly of apples.

“Hi, sir!” Your voice was cheerful, as if you worked in customer service all your life. “What can we do you for?”

The man's face flashed a look of shock, before going back to a neutral position. You noticed– but didn’t ponder all that much. Years in the Greed Ring sharpened your sense of detail. It was second nature to notice things like this.

“Uh,” His voice was light, awfully familiar. The man rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. “I came here with a… job?”

Blitzo perked up, quitting his conversation with Moxxie to saunter over to the door alongside you. As soon as the man came into view, he let out a choked noise of surprise.

“Your majesty!” There was a hint of panic, but he quickly covered it up. “What brings you out of hiding? Need someone dead? We usually only work on earth but I’m sure with enough money–”

At this point, Moxxie came over and placed a hand over Blitzo’s mouth. “What he means is, good evening your majesty.” with a curt bow, he continues his words. “What can we help you with?”

This is the king of hell?

The alleyways were dimly lit. You just got off shift from another successful mission. Blitzo offered the staff a bar night, and while Moxxie and Millie accepted with no complaint, you declined, stating you had business elsewhere. At this point, you were regretting not asking for a ride home. The walk was dreadful.

Passing the corner of Filth and Main, you heard voices down the dark pathway to your left. Your brain was telling you to ignore it– probably just some drunks getting it on in the dark. But your gut felt tight, and you were filled with some sort of worry. What if someone was hurt? What if they were being held hostage? Dragging a hand back through your hair with some newfound determination, you made your way into the darkness.

The king clutched his cane as he stood there. His posture was proper and royal, and the look on his face was stoic. But you could see the way he shifted his weight across both feet. You gave him a tiny smile to try and help his nerves. He returned it with an unbothered grin.

“I was hoping I could come in?”

“After that little stunt with your daughter, I got stuck down here.” The voice got louder as you got closer. There were swishing noises in the air, like a pair of wings moving across the air. As you rounded one more corner, a horrifying sight came to view. There stood an extermination angel, a golden blood decorating their torn uniform. They had their foot pitched hard on a body, whose white wings– six of them, you noted in awe– looked slightly torn and dripped with blood.

Golden blood.

You couldn't see the injured person’s face, but it mattered very little as you looked around, trying to find some sort of weapon to fight with. Your eyes catch on a shiny metal lying in the corner. An angelic spear. You quickly but quietly tip-toed over to it.

“If I’m going to die in this hellish place, you will too, King Lucifer.” The angel declared. Lucifer? The king of Hell, Lucifer? Your eyes widened as you saw them lift the spear, and just as they were about to slam it down on the king, you did the only thing you could think of. Throw the spear.

The weapon made contact with the angel, dragging out a crippling scream as it fell to the floor, blood rushing out of the stab wound and stealing the rest of the energy they had. Right in the chest. You quietly cheered to yourself, before turning attention to the damaged king. You were about to run out there and help them, but as the man looked in your direction, you panicked. And ran. The last thing you wanted was the king of Hell killing you out of misunderstanding for helping him.

The group was quick to gather in the meeting room. You sat a cup of coffee down in front of the king as he took a seat, giving a curt nod and going to take a seat next to Loona. Lucifer took a sip of the coffee, giving a slight face before adding another packet of sugar into the cup. He seemed more pleased on the second sip.

Lucifer turned his attention to Blitz. “I was hoping I could hire one of your… employees as a bodyguard.”

Moxxie cocked his head, but before he could say something, Blitzo piped up.

“Uh, look your majesty– we’re assassins. Not bodyguards.” Blitzo cringed like he had this conversation one other time.

“I understand that from the business card,” The king pulled out a card, flashing it at Blitz before leaning his hands down on the table, fiddling with it. “But my colleague–”

“It’s a big no–”

You glared at Blitzo, cutting him off with your look. You looked over at the king, softening up your face. “I apologize for his rudeness, Your Majesty, but we typically do our work outside of hell–”

“Especially if some sinner said–”

“Ahem! Even if a former client says we can.”

The king nodded, letting out a slight sigh. “Let me start over. Stolas,” Blitz stopped his snarling at you to stare at the king. “Had advised me you’re some of the best in the Pride Ring.”

Blitzo narrowed his eyes. “‘Suppose we say yes. What’s in it for us?”

The king grinned. “I only need one of you. But I’ll pay the company too for taking an employee for a month or so.”

“I just need someone until the situation blows over.” Blitzo had disregarded that last comment, getting out of his chair to accept the deal with the king and get the rest of the details. You stayed in your seat, your eyes lingering on the king. The situation? Something important was happening in hell. Was it to do with the exorcist angel? He had a daughter, didn't he? Was she in danger? You had questions rushing through your head, only stopping when the king spoke to all of you again.

“Whichever one of you decides to take the job, please meet me at the hotel.” The king snapped his fingers, a glittery red flame swirling him. He vanished without another word, the group staring at the place he once was. Moments later, Blitzo spoke up.

“Well, I’m not bodyguarding the big dick of Hell. I deal with enough dick for the grimoire.” He grumbled, leaning against the wall behind him. “I will absolutely accept the money though. State your excuses.”

Loona rolled her eyes, standing up and pulling out her phone. “Not happening,” she stated before leaving. Blitzo shrugged, before looking over to Moxxie. He was standing next to Millie, scratching at his neck. “Our anniversary is in a week,” He explained, giving a small smile over to Millie. “We have plans, sir.”

“Pussy!”

“Excuse me?”

Blitzo smirked. Before you can come up with some stupid excuse, his attention turned onto you, excitement in his voice.

“Looks like you won the king, firecracker!”

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #Immediate Bodyguard Professionals

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writing-for-life · 3 months

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Michael Zulli: Death, Dream and Hob

Now, I know fandom bends over backwards to make this about Dreamling and often slots its meaning in during/after The Wake (or at least hinting at it because of the meeting with Death), but I honestly can’t see it?

I personally believe we need to step back a bit here and consider that this was painted long before the TV show, and Dreamling wasn’t really a thing (at least not in these epic proportions, plus it was always fanon, not canon), hence we can’t really do art analysis through that lens.

If you just put the 1689 meeting (also drawn by Zulli) right next to it, it becomes, at least to me, so blatantly obvious that it is set in the same timeframe. Hob wears nearly identical clothes, so does Dream (also, some of the original comics have been recoloured).

The woman at the table next to them holding the mask? Hm, there’s a famous artwork by Colleen Doran in which Death holds a mask, and she definitely seems to be listening in here. Which she might, considering the conversation Dream and Hob had in 1689. Could obviously also just be a random person covering up smallpox scars 🤣

In the grand scheme of things, I don’t think it matters so much whether Hob already met Death or not and would recognise her, it’s the symbolism of talking to her at this point more than anything.

So would it be totally outlandish to think the missing glass is also for Eleanor? Hence the red roses as well, because Zulli hardly ever uses red roses for Dream apart from one exception (he does so for Daniel though)—they tend to be blue and always hold connotations to grief, I wrote about this before. Or better: Symbolic for all those who aren’t at the table with him? And that’s why Death is there? Both for those she has taken, but also because this is very obviously the point where Hob is at his lowest and might rethink.

I think we really have to think about where Hob is in his life here and not erase Eleanor and his kids again. “To absent friends AND lost loves”, right?

And I can’t look at that angel holding the table and not get references to pregnancy/childbirth (Eleanor and the second baby died during childbirth).

As for the raven looking away/pointing away from the table: Foreboding? Because apart from being Dream’s ravens, ravens were also associated with Apollo, who was also the god of prophecy and an oracle himself. That’s why Apollo himself eventually released Orpheus from his existence as one—long story (plus, Aristeas, who was also Dream’s raven, was Apollo’s raven in Greek mythology. Plus Apollo was also Orpheus’ father in some retellings. It’s all interwoven, but I feel the foreboding is a significant thing here for exactly that reason).

And foreboding-foreboding, of course Death and Hob meet again, and by that time, Morpheus will be gone, and the missing glass is also for himself.

I wrote about Zulli and his symbolism a few times, it’s all linked in my pinned post, but the ruins are one of the less subtle references:

#the sandman #sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #neil gaiman #michael zulli #morpheus #death of the endless #men of good fortune #1689 #sandman meta #sandman x art #sandman art analysis #queue crew

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the-s1lly-corner · 2 months

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Stuttering anon again, could I also request (platonic obviously) toby x reader who's on their period? If not that's totally okay!!

Platonic Ticci Toby x reader on their period

So so random but I'm so sick and tired of people romanticizing(?) Depression , "bonus points" if they immediately treat someone like shit for showing the uglier sides of it. Like

Idk I hate it so so much esp because personally my health is going to be affected by my depression in the long term if not permanently, even if I get better mentally

That aside uhjhuhhhhh idk

Hey you, Readers! Do you want to possibly win a raffle for customized posts with your favorite characters and your ocs? You can enter through the link in my pinned before march 27th!

Honestly? I dont think Toby would know much about periods. Like at most is the things hes seen his sister go through when she was on her cycle

The most he knows is probably "oh blood comes out for a week every month" and not much else

And thus means hes knd of.. hopeless in the beginning if he wants to help you.. with the added fact that he has some struggles with relating to others when they're sore or aching since he doesnt have any experience to rely off of

Obviously that's not to say hes not going to try to help you out, or feel for you

Hes straightforward in asking you what to do. Do you need water? Medicine? Heating pad.. thing..? He can go get (steal) something for you, I mean he already steals snacks for you when he can

He tries to be there for you as much as he can when hes not doing his.. work..

Just sits and talks with you more than anything, which I guess isnt too much different than what you two do when you're not bleeding

I dont think he would be all that phased by the grosser sides of menstruation. I mean he might be... more than shocked when you describe how horrible the bleeding and cramping can get

He has questions, too, but its more like a morbid curiosity..

"How do you lose that much and not die??" Kind of reaction, really

Not grossed out, at least not by the blood itself. Not much to be said about that, hes already become almost desensitized to the sight of it thanks to the nature of his job working as a proxy

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #creepypasta headcanons #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby imagine #ticci toby x you

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aliengoose · 1 year

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OK GENLOSS THOUGHTS LETS GO

as lots of people are saying I reckon this episode was supposed to give us an idea of how the show is “supposed” to run, and that’s partly why it was so silly and goofy. the eerier bits were all about things that aren’t “supposed” to happen.

in terms of plot it seems ranboo has been kidnapped by showfall and is being mind-controlled by us as sort of “players”. he comments once or twice about not knowing why he’s doing something or not being in full control, and occasionally appears to become more lucid (a few people have pointed out that the mask flashes at these points). basically ranboo is being used as a videogame character to entertain the masses by showfall media.

i cannot figure sneeg out, he’s clearly not being mind controlled seeing he “cheats” with the scissors and also doesn’t have any mask to suggest he’s under control, plus we don’t get to control him at all. I’m thinking perhaps he was an earlier main character test that made showfall realise they need more control over them.

Somethings up with charlie and idk what. if showfall is going “hey lets get these internet personalities to be our unwilling characters in this game” it would make sense for why he’s got the slime motifs and all that. BUT how can they be sure he’s doing what they want him to? perhaps he is affected by slime the same way sneeg was? maybe showfall figured out a way to use slime to control him? much to think about.

there’s also the possibility that it’s just not that deep but i do think it’s supposed to give the impression that the entire thing is happening in our world and isn’t scripted or anything. that’s why i love the choice to act it all out live, it doesn’t just allow for more interaction, it is literally a live broadcast of an game featuring fun “characters”. I really hope there’s some deeper meaning in that, about the treatment of people as entertainment without thought for their own health and wellbeing, and the way entertainers often have to play a caricature of themselves to appease their audience.

i know a lot of people have been talking about a face reveal in genloss and given the mask is linked to controlling ranboo and they literally cannot take it off right now i see it going one of 3 ways;

1. he takes the mask off and we get a face reveal (doubt)

2. he takes the mask off BUT they’re wearing another mask underneath. seems like something they’d do

3. he doesn’t get the mask off. we lost. ranboo is stuck under the control of showfall media with only short periods of lucidity. ranboo said at one point that we should be left with a feeling of dread. maybe there’s no escape. what’s more terrifying than doing everything right and still being doomed?

ok that’s all i can think of for now sorry it’s a long post but idk how to add a read more on mobile ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. i’ll edit this if i think of anything else i guess?

edit: this is blowing up i have genloss art in my pinned and plans to make more 👀

edit 2: @pinkpuffballdude ‘s tags reminded me!!! i had completely forgotten to talk about sneeg being awake and staring with dead eyes through the whole sleep part. THAT was creepy. It made me think of NPCs to be honest, the way he wasn’t able to do anything but being forced to witness everything happening, not being able to sleep without a bed. I don’t know how to explain it right now and i’ll come back here if i figure it out. BUT he also talks about refusing to do the cooking show which is the main thing that got me thinking he was a past mc who’s been locked away. also aligns with his “the taken” name in The Game.

#genloss #generation loss #ranboo #sneegsnag #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #i’m honestly still processing this #can’t wait for it to get creepy and gorey tho #hope ranboo is alright too - he seems alright so hopefully just something the doctors can patch up real quick #goose.txt

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catboybiologist · 9 months

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I'm trans! Here's a way-too-long ramble on my internal thoughts on that!

My other posts on this:

https://www.tumblr.com/catboybiologist/725852054829023232/im-going-to-document-some-things-about-my?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/catboybiologist/725851397783011328/the-short-answer-is-no-but-im-gonna-have-a?source=share

So yay I’m trans! Which like, is neither unexpected nor abnormal for the community I’ve fostered here, so I’m guessing most of y’all’s reactions is just a “hey cool”. But, you see the online side of me, not the irl side, so there’s still a lot of thoughts to sort out on my end. So I’m dumping a lot of thoughts here to sort all that out. And hoooly shit, it got very long, and I still feel like I have more to say… but yeah. If you wanna hear some perspectives on my relation to gender, transness, and femboy culture, read on!

I guess the best way I can think to style this is as an interview with an imaginary third person, sooo…. Bold text is questions I can imagine people having LOL

So what’s my own personal relationship with the term femboy, catboy, and gendered terminology in general? Is the name of your accounts gonna change?

Short answer, no. I like the name CatboyBiologist. “Catboy” itself is a term that is completely untethered from gender at this point to me. Tbqh, the “cat” part feels more wrong than the boy part- as time goes on, I’ve generally ditched the cat ears for most of my outfits as I take them a bit more seriously. Maybe that’ll change when my transition actually starts, but for now, CatboyBiologist stays, and the femboy related language stays in all of my own past posts (keyword, past- more on that in a bit).

I’m not gonna be updating my approach to pronouns. Any pronouns do just fine, I’m sending a vibe into the world and pronouns are my feedback as to what other people interpret that vibe is. Default to they/them if you don’t know what to do with that.

I will be updating my pinned post to link all of these posts, but mostly copy/paste the information from before. That might take a moment cuz I’m lazy, tbh.

And let’s get something else out of the way.

I’m not socially transitioning yet, and probably won’t for a while.

Which, I think leads to a lot of follow up:

Well, why not?

I present fully male and masculine on a day to day basis, and look the part too. Part of it is just this looks insecurity. The mask stays on in my pictures for a reason. Beyond just facial hair (which grows aggressively on me and always shows some shadow), my face looks pretty masculine overall. It takes time to look the way I do in my posts. I wanna give my face and body some time to change so I can look more femme in more casual ways before I present it to the world.

Beyond that, I’m also just worried about being “accepted” as femme straight off the bat. Implicitly, I know this will be easier if I already have some small amounts of physical feminization down my belt.

There’s two main environments that worry me: family, and professionally. Family is a weird hot mess grey area that is too personal to talk about here, but the professional atmosphere is certainly going to be a bit… weird. I live in an accepting geographic region, and around people who are very outspokenly trans supportive…. But most of whom are cishet and simply don’t have a lot of experience seeing or working around trans people. I’m more afraid of being seen as “trans first, biologist second” as far as my career is concerned, than I am about outright transphobia. I know this will never fully go away, and given that I’m 6’2”, I’ll probably never “fully” pass- but I’d at least like people to implicitly read my as femme on a gut level before I start changing how I present that way. One thing my irl femboy experience has shown me is that, even if people can “clock” you intellectually, the way their gut instinct reads you affects whether they treat you as masc or femme. I hope that makes sense on some level. Of course its always going to be an awkward shift, but I hope some time on HRT will make it less awkward.

I’ve come out to one person that doesn’t know about this online persona, or the depths of my queerness. They straight up told me they were shocked. They were incredibly supportive, but they told me they didn’t see it coming at all. And they already knew that I “crossdressed occasionally”. So that’s kinda what I’m working with here.

Essentially, I’m not actually truly “transitioning” in a real sense yet. More than that, I feel like I’m getting the ball rolling. If there’s anything I learned in my research, it’s that HRT takes a while, much longer than anyone expects (suppressing my rant about how the media cherrypicks people in early transition for trans representation and the effect that has on public perception). Two years is often cited as the “end” point, but based on both scientific and anecdotal accounts, that is wildly untrue and variable. I also know that the first changes onset quickly (skin and mood, most notably), but that overall body shape changes sometimes take a VERY long time to start and progress. So to be quite honest, I barely feel like I’m transitioning yet, I’m just laying groundwork for the future.

So yeah. I’m gonna be boymoding for a bit. Possibly a year or more. Even for the people who know, I’ve still asked them to address me as he/him or they/them, and use my masculine name for now (haven’t even really decided on a femme name yet, although I have ideas [open to suggestions as well]).

Wait, so why address it online at all?

Put simply, honesty. I’m displaying a lot of selfies and experimentation with my look here, and I want to make it abundantly clear what I’m doing to have an effect on that. People have asked me if I’m on HRT in comments before, and like, I’m not gonna lie about that. Might as well also make a shitpost, a data gathering post, and a too-long ramble about it as well (which you’re reading now!).

There are a LOT of body image issues in femboy spaces (and trans spaces too!), often among very young people. While I have no issue with people on HRT continuing to call themselves a femboy (more on that in a bit), I do think transparency on that matter is helpful for those body image issues.

So to make it abundantly clear: all of my selfies and pictures that I’m labeling and tagging as “femboy” are pre-HRT. In the future, everything I tag with “trans” is post-HRT. I still got 1-2 weeks before actually starting, and I’m still going to use the femboy tag for any outfits I post during that time. The moment an estradiol pill hits my mouth, though, new pics will use trans tags.

Posts that relate to discussion of the interplay of the communities, and how I view myself within them, I’ll tag with both.

Which leads to another follow up question. This one isn’t about me specifically, but it’s my hot take about a certain brand of trans discourse I’ve seen around (mostly on reddit tbh):

Why would someone who knows they’re mtf trans willingly call themselves a femboy and/or request people to “misgender” them?

So this is actually gonna be striking a nerve with me, and I know I’m gonna kinda be strawmanning here by arguing against the ghost of reddit comments past. I’m not gonna try to dig any of them up in the internet archive, but they are sentiments I’ve seen multiple times.

I’ve seen this question almost word for word in the comments of trans subreddits multiple times. Imma be blunt, and it’s maybe gonna sound a little mean. If this thought is going through your head, you’re likely way more sensitive and particular about labels than most people. And that’s okay! Ask people to address you how you want, you deserve that respect! But the real answer to this question is that many people simply don’t mind being called whatever label is most useful or familiar to themselves in various contexts.

The moment that it becomes completely unacceptable is when someone does actually change their pronouns, name, presentation, etc, and people still address them as “male” or “femboy”. That is completely the fuck out of line, and if you don’t agree, fuck off.

Why does this strike a little bit of a nerve with me? Well, the “conclusion” I saw reached in these trans spaces multiple times when the subject was brought up was annoying as hell. That conclusion was that the only or primary reason that people labeled themselves a femboy, even while on HRT… was to sell their onlyfans. My fucking god, seriously? This is just conservative rhetoric. Luckily, on tumblr, it seems that people are a lot more accepting towards people using whatever language they like to describe themselves, which I’ve enjoyed a lot.

I’ve also had a lot of hate towards “fencesitting” directed at me on reddit, from trans people, for calling myself a femboy. I can’t remember it verbatim, but I very distinctly recall getting a DM that went something like “I fucking hate femboys, just transition already. You’re making us (transfemmes) look bad.” So yeah. Bit of a sore spot.

Yadda yadda yadda the personal journey shit

If I can be real for a moment…. In an ideal world, I would still want to be a part time femboy. Even moreso than the sheer utility of it all (eg, enjoy cis male privilege when I want, but still get treated more femme in certain contexts), it feels almost more profound to fuck with gender norms without sitting on one side of the gender line or another. But I can’t really ignore what I’ve described as my “mental resting state”- a baseline crackle of dysphoria that fills the space in my head when there’s nothing else to fill it. It’s easily distracted, but its always there, and I can’t imagine living my life that way anymore.

I’ve pretty much known I was trans since I was about 12, and had a realization that puberty was just starting to hit me, and I hated it. I suppressed it deeply, for many, many reasons that I don’t think I want to share here. But it made a lot of other mental health struggles in my life a lot worse, even if I didn’t consciously acknowledge that’s what was happening. By the time I was willing to consciously acknowledge it, I realized that my dysphoria wasn’t so bad as to dive in right away. But, I made moves to stabilize my life overall, which have been massively beneficial to me in other ways as well.

During the pandemic, I found myself living alone for the first time ever. So during the pandemic, in one last ditch effort to try to convince myself I wasn’t trans, I delved into femboy aesthetics to try and “just be a feminine man”.

That failed.

So yeah, here I am. I have a wonderful queer community both irl and online, a meagre but stable income, health insurance that has great coverage for trans care, and accepting people around me in my life. It’s long overdue. Maybe I’ll beat myself up for waiting so long and masculinizing so much as a result, but I don’t think I really could have done it any other way.

This all said, I don’t actually really consider myself a woman yet. I’m sure many of you are aware of two different ways transfemmes view themselves(and trans people in general, but using a transfemme perspective here):

-Some view themselves as having always been girls or women, but took some time to realize it and make their body more comfortable for themselves with that information.

-Others view themselves as boys or men who made efforts to become women later.

I fall strongly in the second line of thinking for myself. For my own personal experiences, even though I have felt dysphoria for a long time, I don’t really think I’m “actually” a woman yet. I don’t know what my identity as a woman looks like yet. But I deeply want to discover and create who that person is, and there’s no way to do that without transitioning.

B but… BASIC BIOLOGY!!!!!

How many biology degrees do you have? I got a BS and an MS, and I’m working on my PhD. I’m sure you’ve brought a similar level of expertise to this discussion.

But seriously, I could genuinely write an entire fucking essay about how studying biology has influenced my views on this subject, but honestly, that’s an entirely different topic. But tl;dr is that bioessentialism is brainrot, and if someone tries to use essentialist language to “justify” someone’s transness (or gender in general)… well, I think they’re wrong. Plain and simple. We don’t say someone isn’t “really able to see” if they put glasses in front of their eyes.

I’m stopping myself before I write more here, because this warrants another post or even a fucking video essay, to be quite honest. But yeah. Biology based.

Conclusion?

Uhhhh… in conclusion, I’m not particular about language or pronouns you use for me, I’m making posts about it anyways to ensure honesty associated with my selfies, if you’re transphobic jump of the tallest bridge you can find. I think that about covers it.

#femboy #transitioning #trans #transgender #mtf #cross dressing

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cirusthecitrus · 1 month

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People of the Galactic Horde (the OGs)

Since I'm working on a Horde Prime origin story, it was inevitable that one day I would have to come up with designs for his species aka the original spacebats. And well, it was a fun challenge!

(click/tap to have a better look!) My first attempt at drawing other bats was with the High Priests of the Four Temples - the most influential and powerful people on the planet, also known as Anillis'/Prime's teachers :)

See that last guy? That's the emperor of the original Galactic Horde! Though after his unexpected early death his wife had to become the new Prime. Gladly, Horde World was not left without a future heir to the throne^^

Fun thing is, I never planned on making designs for Anillis' parents, since they never appear in the actual story + even the twins don't remember what they looked like. But idc making fanparents is fun! (In my vision Horde Prime inherited the death stare from his mother and the sly misleading smile from his father >:} )

(I talk more about the characters and worldbuliding in my fic "Violent Youth". U can find the link in my pinned post)

I also had to design tons, and I mean tons of episodic characters of all ages, genders and backgrounds. Now after all this training I'm ready to fill the backgrounds with bats :3

Some general notes on the people of the Horde under the cut

Every spacebat is born with a white face. Any deviations were rare and considered a type of skin condition

Facial markings slowly appear once baby bats hit puberty. When spacebats' white faces were seen as blank canvases, the facial markings were their life journey drawn on said canvases. The markings were seen as the real window to the soul. Having no marks as an adult was simply outlandish, people of Krytis even had a belief that such bats "had nothing behind their soul" and thus could not be trustworthy

Facial markings (as well as ears) came in many forms. In ancient times one could tell in which of the four original provinces a person was born by simply looking at their faces. Nowadays it became nearly impossible to guess someone's homeland this way (mostly everyone are people of mixed descent), but to those curious this is how bats used to distinguish one another by their markings:

North - straight lines across/all over the face (e.g. the emperor)

South - wavy lines across/all over the face e.g. (the High Priestess of the Southern temple)

West - straight minimalistic lines (e.g. horde clones)

East - wavy minimalistic lines (e.g. the empress)

Hair never held much cultural significance on Krytis, so the styling was only a question of one's personal preference and fashion trends. Some bats (mainly from the south) saw no point in having hair whatsoever - those would choose to go bald or shave parts of the head to better show off their markings

Everyone had one set of eyes. Only local deities were sometimes depicted having 3 and more eyes. And yes, their eyes and teeth do glow in the dark

I wanted to make colorful bats to futher emphasise their whimsical and peaceful nature :) Well, if u think about it many poisonous creatures are colorful too...

I wouldn't be myself if I didn't say anything about local fashion. I don't have my own concepts at hand sadly, just references, but my main inspiration for the fashion of Krytis are late 90s-early 00s futurism and cyber aesthetic. Here and there u will also see smth similar to mall goth or streetwear style, but it's mostly something what young blood were into

Some bats like the royal family and council members would wear more classy and regal clothes but still more or less modern looking. Such choice of attire was espeically important to the empress, who, unlike her late husband, stayed far away from religion and magic and made it the main goal of her campaign to weaken the influence of the religious community and push for scientific and socio-cultural progress

If you have any questions about the people of the Horde/Krytis, feel free to ask! I'm always happy to talk more about this AU!

#spop #horde prime #spacebats #kur twins tag #horde clones #the galactic horde #shera #spop au #spop oc #my art #cirus doodles things #sketch #sketch dump #character design #long post #haven't posted anything for this au in a while so why not share some concepts?

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corrodedbisexual · 9 months

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Suck it better

Steddie | E | ~3.5k | AO3 link

Featuring: Porn With Plot (a little bit of plot ok I tried), Hand & Finger Kink, Thumb-sucking, Praise Kink, Competence Kink (if you squint), Hand Job, Blow Job, Masturbation, Fluff and Smut, Boys Kissing, Experienced Eddie Munson, POV Steve Harrington

A slightly belated gift for @stobinesque 🥰 happy birthday new friend!!!

“Sorry, sorry, just a sec,” Steve chuckles, scrambling to tug his sweatshirt from underneath Eddie’s butt. “I’d really rather not have a needle stuck in my dick.” Above him, Eddie giggles. Steve tosses the shirt away and looks up. “What?” Steve raises his eyebrows, unable not to smile back at Eddie’s cheeky expression. Eddie bites on his fist, looks away, then back to Steve, his grin impossibly wide. “Well. If that happened, I could always suck it better, you know.” *** An impromptu lesson in mending clothes takes an unexpected turn when Steve accidentally stabs his thumb with the needle.

They are in the middle of their weekly hangout at Eddie’s trailer, stretched out on the bed in his room, when Eddie suddenly says, “Hey, you’ve got a hole in your shirt, Stevie.”

Steve tugs on the edge of his green sweatshirt to see where Eddie’s pointing. There, he sees it; just below his armpit, the seams have come apart, revealing a gap about two inches long.

It was about time that happened, he supposes. He’s had this shirt for years, and it’s a little tighter on him now that he doesn’t regularly play sports or adhere to a diet. But it’s one of his comfiest ones, so soft and worn. Also, kind of a bittersweet reminder of simpler times, when he was just a high school student, blissfully clueless of what lurks beneath Hawkins.

“Shit,” he murmurs. “I really liked this one.”

Eddie snorts.

“You sound like it got set on fire, or something. It’s fine, it just needs stitches.”

“Right, if only I had a… girlfriend who could fix it for me,” Steve replies. He almost said mother, catching himself at the last moment; it’s kind of pathetic to assume your mom would be mending your clothes at nineteen years old.

Eddie narrows his eyes at him.

“Well, maybe not a girlfriend, but you do have a friend. ”

Steve shakes his head.

“Robin doesn’t know how to sew.”

Eddie groans, kicking him lightly against his shin.

“And that is exactly why it’s sexist to assume you need a girl for the task, Steve.”

Eddie bends over the edge of the bed and reaches under it, pushing some items around audibly, then letting out a triumphant grunt and coming back up with a metal tin box. Bigger than the one he usually carries weed in. He opens the lid, and when Steve looks inside, he sees a bunch of various colored threads, a small pillow of different sized needles and pins, scissors, and several other items he can’t quite place.

“Not all girls can sew,” Eddie speaks, taking a couple of green thread rolls and bringing them to Steve’s sleeve in turn, putting aside the one that looks almost the exact same color. “And not all those who can are girls.”

“Oh,” Steve says dumbly. “I wasn’t… trying to be sexist, sorry. I didn’t know you can sew.”

“What, did you think my battle vest was custom ordered?” Eddie smirks, untangling the thread and biting through it once he has the length he needs; Steve’s too ashamed to admit that it’s kind of exactly what he assumed. “I made it myself. I make a lot of things. Been sewing my Halloween costumes from scratch since I was thirteen. Plus, I patch up my own and Wayne’s clothes all the time. This kinda skill saves you a whole lot of cash.”

“That’s… really cool,” Steve finally says, genuinely impressed. Narrowing his eyes, Eddie pokes the thread into the needle once, twice, then swiftly pulling it through the eye. “Wow, how’d you do that so fast?” Steve laughs. “I remember my mum cursing up a storm for several minutes every time. She was obsessed with embroidery for a while.”

Eddie smirks, setting the thread down and wriggling his fingers in the air. “I guess I just have very talented hands, Stevie.”

Steve swallows, hoping his cheeks don’t look as red as they suddenly feel, because… he’s having a really, really hard time not thinking about exactly how talented Eddie’s hands could be.

Steve blinks back to reality when he realizes Eddie’s saying something to him.

“What?”

“I said, gimme.” Eddie chuckles and tugs on Steve’s sleeve.

“Oh.” Steve looks down at his sweatshirt, then up at Eddie, needle with a green thread already in hand. “Eds, you don’t have to do that.”

“I’m aware, I don’t see you holding me at gunpoint,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “I can’t bear witness to a perfectly good thing being thrown in the trash. Also, it literally takes five minutes, do I look busy to you? Come on, shirt off.”

Read the rest on AO3

#took a break from my virgin Eddie agenda for this and it was fun to write #steddie #steddie fic #steddie smut #smut #misha-bawlins fanfic #tw blood #(very minor literally just a pinprick)

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kingscourthouse · 1 year

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This is a Ren Cinematic Universe moment

Did a quick update on my Ren designs. Note: King RenTheKing isn't included because I don't see him as someone separate from ren himself. Grimm (Demised RenBob) is my own mini au I guess? Don't really know what he would be, but I like to imagine him n Grim are a team in killin'.

If anyone cares, details on them below!

Base things on all of them: All of them have some sort of enchanted band on them with protection. If they were to remove it, they would just be some big dogs. (This way I get both Ren and dog Ren >:D)

Have you seen those glasses without the arms just pinch to your nose bridge? Yeah, they kinda need them. Dog ears lol.

They all have diffrent versions of Ren's facial hair. Obvi Grimm's is based on Renbob's and the others are based on Ren's. Example, Red still has the same shape of stubble like ren, but his is much thicker and a bit messier like his hair.

Their hand nails are all diffrent too if that counts.

Ren: Legit just basic Ren Diggity Dog. Pan flag colours on his ear peircings. Leg coverings are layers of leather that button in the back to keep them from being too damaged while working. Prot band is on his left arm. It's made of netherite so it can't be destroyed...unless he runs into a cactus. Very fluff, is a good boy.

Red (King): Still grey from the death games and curse, but has a bit of colour unlike the demised. His hair is much messier and a bit longer than Ren's. Ears are more pointed like a wolf. When Ren was King, Red made his crown and cape for him. Red still thinks he's better though. Slacks are tighter fit around his knees for movement. ROYAL BLUE BABY- Not a chestplate, but has gold plating around his neck and shoulder that holds his cape. Gold cuffs on his feet because he hated the lack of movement with full leg coverings. Gotta protec those toe beans. Cape is pinned to his sleeve so it moves with him. Very elegant. Prot band on his left hand is a gift from Martyn. Has his symbol so he may always protect his king in some form. Martyn also learned the hard way that Red's cape is basically a giant weighted blanket. How the hell does he carry that?!

(Ren) Bob: Sometimes the hermits call him Rob. Basically a Timmy/Jimmy situation. Again, just basic RenBob. Very flowy clothing. His necklace is a crystal gifted from Impulse back in season 6. He also has earrings made from Grian's feathers he'll wear. They tickle sometimes though, so it's not often. No leg protection. Wants to "Be connected to the world" or whatever he said. Most of his jewlry is wooden. The wooden earrings pull his ears down a bit, but he likes the floppy ears anyway. Prot band is wooden braclet on his right arm. He has a wide variety of goofy cardigans. The egg one is one of his favourites.

(Link to the actual cardigan if you want it)

Grim (Dog): Demised Ren. Kinda like the life games, he has a thirst for death. Maybe not as intense, but he'll sometimes be in a hunting mood. There are tallymarks on his arm are a count of how many he's killed. He's very grateful for the respawn system, he can play these games forever now! Loves very outgoing deaths. Explosions and fireworks are his favourite. NEVER TRUST HIM WITH A CROSSBOW. Prot band is a choker hidden by his hood. Died from fall damage. In death, he invent footwear better than featherfalling to keep him from perishing like that again. (Think long fall boots from Portal. They're shock absorbers.) Has a fear of heights, but he'll never admit that to you. Eyes may look like pure white, but you'll see his iris in a dark room. The iris and pupil glow white, the sclera don't. And yes, his glasses are the shape of coffins.

Grimm (Bob): Demised RenBob! (Rob???) Also gets the urge to kill but prefers not to. When he does, it is much quieter deaths like drowning or suffocation. Grimm prefers to follow around Grim and tend to the dead. Arranging graves, leave flowers, tag you with how you died, that's all him! Died by suffocation. Nobody knows how but Grim. Doesn't talk very much. The most you'll hear is him muttering prayers to the dead. Sometimes he'll also just say a single word and scare the daylights out of somebody. Prot band is a choker beneath his hood aswell. Eyes are just like Grim's; You won't see his iris, but it's there. May not have the weird cardigans like his counterpart, but a few hermits are a fan of his glasses. Tango loves the X glasses. Reminds him of cartoons!

That's all I can think of right now. Any questions? Feel free to ask!

(Suggest more silly cardigans for renbob and I might draw them)

#renthedog #the red king #renbob #Rob???#grimdog #grimmdog #THE BROTHERS GRIMM???#The dogs grimm #rentheking #still can't tag well #we'll get there #maybe...#hermitcraft #trafficblr #inthelittlewood #uhhhh #eggs?#kings art

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imsoquarky · 10 months

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The Besties Ever

!!NOT A SHIP!! Please do not tag as such! (QPR is fine, just not Romantically)

I love these two, so much. I'm not 100% confident with my Mei design just yet but it's getting close! I'm so tempted to give her scales & a tail but wanted to keep her more human, I guess I'm just worried about Tang being to bland among his animal/creature featured friends.

Also, I find it funny that I decided on giving MK top surgery because doing everything he does in a binder isn't safe... and then I gave them these baggy ass clothes that are also not safe.

Anyways! Flags & Symbols! Mei is wearing both a lesbian flag pin (look at her hands for a more subtle hint that I hc her as a lesbian) & a pin for autism awareness (I'm pretty sure the rainbow infinity is the right one? I just know it's not the puzzle pieces). MK has a necklace with the trans flag & their pronouns.

Some other random design notes are the claws on Mei's sneakers, I like to think she also has wings on the back of her jacket, pointed ears (mostly covered by hair), & she also has fangs (not visible here ofc). MK, I just gave him the baggies clothes ever because I thought he looked cute in them, & he is wearing high-tops but you can't see them under the pants.

Okay I'm done rambling now, I swear. ♠️ - ♣️ - ♥️ - ♦️

(Meeting my roommate on Wednesday! Super excited, we're both art majors!)

#lego monkie kid #lmk #monkie kid #lmk mk #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk mei #mei lmk #mk lmk #lmk mei dragon #long xiaojiao #i know their ship name but not their duo name #feel free to tag it!#my artwork #art by quarky

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faegoddessog · 3 months

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Woman in Red Ch. 6/?

Chapter 6: Not Yet Daylight

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Sex toys, sex furniture, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!) squirting, overstimulation, Creampie

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

Message me or leave in in a comment if you'd like to be added or removed from my tagged list!

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Chapter 6: Not Yet Daylight

A huge canopy bed of black coated steel dominates the room. It looks custom made for the space and like it could hold at least 4 people comfortably. The wall behind is painted black with a mural of the cosmos that oozes out onto the ceiling. There are tiny reflectors embedded into the painting, giving it an otherworldly feel. There are two doors opposite the wall of floor to ceiling windows. There is another fluffy rug on the floor and something strappy hanging in the corner from the ceiling. There is a black leather piece at the end of the bed. Is it furniture? Art? It is reminiscent of a fainting couch, only it’s not flat anywhere. It’s contoured high on one end and lower on the other, with a dip in the middle.

“Sit,” she points to the oddly shaped item.

Austin looks at it, trying to decide where to sit, before tentatively perching on the curve of the low end. Guess it’s furniture then. He watches in silence as she wanders to her bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a black rolled up bundle. She unrolls it on the end of the bed, revealing a modest collection of toys in a microfiber towel. There are a couple dildos, a vibrator or two, a bottle of lube and a small vibrator type thing that looks like it’d fit in the palm of her hand.

Aya watches his face as he takes in her bedroom. He sees, but doesn’t seem to recognize the sex swing in the corner. She watches him sit on the edge of her Tantra Chair, not really sure what he was sitting on. His eyebrow lifts as she unveils some of her toys. She had no worries about his prowess, he’d already shown he had skill and if the current state of his cock was anything to judge from, he was well on his way to proving his stamina. Really, she just liked having her favorites at hand.

“Aya, won’t need-”, her finger on his lips interrupts his train of thought.

“I like options, that’s all,” she says, “and maybe they’re not all for me.” she winks. “I DO have a strap on, if you are interested.” She turns to go back to the drawer.

Austin grabs her wrist quickly, stopping her.

“Uh, n-, no thank you, not now,” he bites his lip, unsure of how to respond. Fuck, he’d not been ready to think about that. The idea of her playing at all with his ass was hot and nerve wracking all at once. How is it that she throws these curve balls at him while also being irresistibly sexy?

Aya just had to poke fun with a little pegging tease when she saw his shy self popping up. “Ok, we’ll put a pin in that,” she makes a poking gesture with her thumb and forefinger.

“Not tonight we won’t,” he says smiling, his abs contracting for a laugh.

She giggles when she realizes her unintended innuendo.

How is it that he can be so masterfully sexy and powerful, yet so boyish and absolutely adorable?

Smiling, her manicured hand gently presses into his chest and he scoots back into the dip of the chair. His legs fall to either side of the chaise. His legs are low to the floor and the tall part of the chaise cradles his back. Flowing like a cat, she positions herself in his lap, straddling him like a fucking motorcycle. He suddenly sees the possibilities inherent in this piece. It's like it was made for sex. Of course it was made for sex, he corrects himself. It’s in Aya’s bedroom, everything about her was made for sex.

Aya watches his eyes dart around the chaise as he realizes what he’s sitting on. His eyes fall back to hers and she smiles knowingly. This was her favorite purchase for her bedroom. It’s been a long time since she brought anyone to this bedroom. She had almost forgotten how much she loves this thing. She slides herself into position and his dick is thick against his stomach, twitching and ready. She grinds her wet pussy against his lower shaft, hands behind her on the lower curve for support and leverage

Austin’s view between their legs is gratuitous, her labia seemingly grasping at his shaft as she moves in circles. The curves of the chair make the angle of their hips perfect. He presses his hips up to her, pumping against her, coating himself in her slick. She is soaked and he can smell it. It’s maddening. God he wants to feel her hot and tight around him. Strike that, he needs to feel it. Nevermind that he had just had her an hour and a half ago, nevermind too, the amazing way she sucked his cock not 30 minutes ago. ‘Here and now’, his desire states and his cock greedily agrees. His arms wrap around her back, pulling her body to his.

“Come here, let me fuck that beautiful pussy.” He murmurs, lips against her neck. He nips at her skin, sucks, nips again.

It’s like magic, this room, the Tantra chair, the music,the lighting, Austin; sexy, horny magic. Aya’s hips are doing a spell of their own. They are teasing the fuck out of him by rolling around his swollen tip with her engorged clit. She wonders how long she can tease him until he just can’t stand it anymore. Leaning forward, she holds his face, palms on his jaw and tilts his gorgeous face up. Bent over him, she captures his mouth. Her tongue is demanding, dipping into his mouth, sucking his full lip. Fuck he is so hot.

“I like that dirty mouth of yours. Tell me filthy things Austin,” she stares into his blown pupils rimmed with blue. “Tell me what you want to do to this beautiful pussy.”

The friction is intoxicating; the friction of her tongue on his lip and of her pussy against his cock. Austin swallows thickly when he hears her words. For a moment he’s reluctant to speak. As he looks at her dark eyes, her lips wet with their mingled saliva, his hesitation falls away. Words come to his lips unbidden, unfiltered, uncontrolled.

“I want to watch my cockhead stretch those plump lips,” his fingertips trace long lines down each side of her pussy, “to watch these soft, pink lips swallow me, centimeter by hot fucking centimeter. I want to feel every inch of your skin react as I go deep,” two fingers slip into her. His eyes drift up her body to bore into her own.

“I want to feel you clench around me over and over as a litany of obscene sounds pour from you,” he curls his fingers to brush on the spongy tissue just behind her pubic bone. A shaky little moan puffs from her mouth, parting her lips.

“I want your every cell to be drunk on me as I pound into your hot cunt,” each /t/ deliberate and percussive on his tongue. His fingers slide in and out. Austin leans forward, his plush lips centimeters from her own.

“I want you filled to the brim with my cum. So much so that when I pull away from your blissed-out, quivering sex, I can watch my cum dribbling out,” he slowly withdraws his fingers, wet with her desire. A breathy peep escapes her lips.

As she listens to his baritone voice rumble out his descriptive narrative, Aya’s breath comes shorter accompanied by little sounds. His dirty mouth coupled with his sure fingers quickly send all thoughts of teasing him to fall by the wayside. She fucking wants him, wants everything he just described and she wants it right now.

He is leaning closer, his lips about to brush her own. Then his fingers are between them and pushing into her mouth. Her tongue licks eagerly up between his fingers, pushing them apart, sucking her juices from them. She holds his hand in both of hers, automatically moving her head back and forth. Eyes closed, she luxuriates in the texture of his fingerprints gliding over her tongue.

Austin’s mouth falls open in a little ‘o’ and his forehead crinkles as he watches. Her tongue wrangles his fingers, engrossing them with its soft velvet feel. God she is good with her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” he breathes out, barely audible, “fuckin’ like that.” He’d not expected having his fingers sucked could be so erotic.

He removes his fingers with a little pop from her mouth, leans back and pulls her pussy lips apart, guiding his cock to her opening.

He has the perfect vantage point to see how much he is stretching those inner lips. He watches the strain on her clit from his pushing cock and from his pulling fingers.

Aya leans back on her hands against the small curve, her eyes roll back in her head.Glottal ughs and ohs stream from her, obscene sounds indeed. Pushing with her legs, she rises and falls on him slowly, savoring every inch of him.

“I’zat what chu needed, darlin’?” his voice dangerously melty and accented as he watches the sumptuous view of his cock appearing and disappearing, in and out, in and out.

“Uh huh” she whines, not even registering the pet name. The slowness, the sensations around her clit make her slowly climb towards climax.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recognizes that this sex they are having is definitely not first date sex. This is the kind of sex that you have when you’ve already started to know someone and thus far nothing has started driving you crazy. The kind of sex where you know your bodies and minds work well together, where you’ve not yet explored everything and you are excited to see what might happen this time. It’s been a long, long time since she had this kind of sex. Every red flag should be going off in her brain, every alarm buzzing. It should be nerve wracking to her, but she can't bring herself to give it creedance. It’s just so good.

“Oh that’s fucking gorgeous,” he says, mostly to himself. He wants to see her lose it, to watch her pussy as she creams all over this thick dick. He reaches out his hand, pushing his thumb into her mouth. She moans and sucks it, loving having anything in her mouth. He withdraws it wet and slides it onto her clit. He is still holding her lips apart, as he lightly grazes her nub.

Aya’s legs nearly come out from under her at his soft touch. Zings fire over and over again from his oscillating thumb straight to her core. His thumb pushes harder and he lets go of her labia. His hand palms her breast, then pulls and rolls her nipple between his fingers.

“I want to watch this pussy cum all around my cock’,” his voice is low and soft, “will you do that for me?” The hint at possession in his voice should have pinged her anxiety.

“Just keep fucking me Austin,” she moans.

“Yes Ma’am,” the look in his eye speaks volumes. He takes over with slow thrusts. His every move is measured and sensuous. It’s torturous and beautiful.

He can feel her pussy tighter and tighter each time she grips his cock. Her breath betrays the immediacy of her orgasm. Most would be tempted to speed up, but he thumbs her clit steadily, fucks her cunt invariably, pulls her nipple persistently.

Her head falls back and her mouth falls open in a groan. Her back contracts into an arch.

He watches as his cock and balls are bathed in her cum, juices running in little rivulets down his shaft and into the patch of his pubic hair.

“Yeah, that’s it, fuck yeah,” his voice is sonorous and sexy. “Give it all to me.”

She shakes and shivers, her orgasm coursing through her like a slow waterfall.

He stops his stimulation of her, taking in her gorgeous form. She looks fucking delectable under him. As she begins to regain her breath.

“That was delicious Austin,” she says in a tone gratitude. She begins to sit up and scoot away from him.

“Oh I am not done with you,” he intones. His hands dive under her ass and pull. “You told me to keep fucking you, that you would wear me out,” he growls in her ear, “ and as I recall I said I would take you over and over all night long.” He nods to the windows, “I don’t see the sun and I’m nowhere near tired yet. If there is one thing you need to know about me, Aya, it’s that I’m a man of my word.” The look in his eye is positively devilish as he pins her shoulders against the leather and drives back into her.

Typically, ss he is ever the gentleman, he’d have to hold himself up during sex like this. Sometimes in a plank, sometimes sort of an all-fours deal to get that good angle. He never had a problem with it, even when pounding into them. His exercise habits have extra perks, not just keeping him camera ready. Holding that position for long times does fatigue him faster though. It dawns on him that with the curve he is sitting on, he can easily push his cock into her using his legs as well as his glutes and holding himself up is a nonissue at this angle. He really could do this all night.

A feral smile crosses his face. He reaches over and grabs the little palm toy and presses it into her hand. “Show me,” he growls.

His voice is deep, imposing and so salacious as it pours over her ears, reminding her of their promises; such mind fuckery. When he holds her down and thrusts into her, her eyes go big then her face contorts in pleasure as he moves in and out of her. When he presses her clit sucker into her hand she knows that all the pussy eating, cock sucking and fucking of the past few hours were all just warm ups, appetisers. They have arrived now at the main course, and she is here for it.

Her lip curls deviously and she licks her lips as she turns on the toy and presses it between them. The toy on her clit hums, sucking and releasing. Her feet move onto the high curve on either side of his trim waist giving her leverage. God he feels so amazing inside her. When he starts pumping in and out of her in earnest, her pussy starts going wild. Her mind wants to narrate, wants to tell him how god damned good it feels. But the pathway to her mouth is short circuited by the buzz and suck on her clit and push and pull of his dick. She begins several words but completes none of them, “fu- O gaw- ye- shi- goo.” Luckily, she registers none of it as her whole body is coiling more and more tense, blood pumping so hard she can feel it in her ears. Then it hits her like lightning. Her orgasm slams into her, intense and deep.

He wraps his hands on her hips, gripping tight as leans forward a little so he can plunge into her harder. Her head falls back as she lays back her tits bouncing in opposing circles with his thrusts.The partial words and screaming moans only serve to make her sound deliciously demented. Her pussy is fluttering around his cock. The muscles in her neck strain and cord. Red engulfs her face and she is screaming. At first it’s a high pitched ‘ya ya ya’ then it descends into a throaty bellow. She heaves in a breath, the nonwords flow out of her as her eyelids tremble in pleasure. At her utter climax, her legs shoot straight, shoving herself nearly off and onto the floor. It’s all he can do to keep her from braining herself, much less to keep himself inside her. Not one to surrender, he pushes two fingers inside her, finger fucking her ferociously. He’s never seen a woman go this hard on an orgasm, but he’ll be damned to just sit by and watch. She is writhing, twisting, curling, aching all the while holding the little toy and his fingers hostage between her legs.

She is fucking gone, has abandoned her psyche to the raging. Cumming, orgasm, climax… none are strong enough for the hurricane of sensations coursing through her nervous system right now. Her back stiffens and the flood gates open. Sweet sticky fluid gushes from her pussy and all over his hand, waterfalling over the leather and dripping onto the floor. Her screaming borders full on wailing. Thank the gods there are literally no neighbors.

He takes the toy from her hand, panting at his own effort and turns it off. Her face is blissed out, rolling shakes undulate her spine in aftershocks. He leans back, pulling her rag-doll form into his chest.

“Shhhhh,” he holds her, petting her head. He is a little worried that she may have had some kind of epileptic episode.

She seems to hover above herself for a few minutes until her breathing begins to bring her back into her body. She starts to feel the sensations of the floor beneath her feet, the sodden buzzing of her pussy, the warmth of his body next to hers, the gentle stroke of his hand on her hair.

Wait, is he cuddling her?

“Whoa,” is all she can manage to get out. It’s a response to both her orgasmic experience and his aftercare.

“Hey, you ok? Back with me now?” he says softly.

She nods slowly, lifting her head to look into his eyes. Blue pools that crinkle at the corners when she smiles up at him.

“Aya, that was… damn I don’t think I have the words.” Austin shakes his head.

“It’s been a long time since that happened,” she has a half smile on her face. She blows out a big breath, “Thank you Austin.” She sits up with an audible humming sigh. It’s now that she notices his cock is still rock fucking hard. Her head tilts to the side. she had assumed he’d climaxed too.

“Did, uh, did you take a viagra or something?” She looks at him with questioning eyes. “Not that I’m judging or anything, I just figured that’d be uh…gone after that session.”

He looks down shyly, shaking his head.

“No, I just uh… didn’t… cum, that’s all.” He is so fucking cute as shy boy.

“Oh, so this is all you,” her fingertips lightly make their way up his shaft, “still being turned on.”

“Well,” he sucks in his breath, “watching you cum like that was fucking hot.”

“I do so hate to leave a man in such a state,” she pets his cock up and down.

“Aya, it’s ok, I know my body and a third time in a night can um.. take me a lot to get there.” he explains.

“Oh, that sounds like a potentially rewarding undertaking.” Her thumb rubs tiny circles in the precum welling from his tip.

His brows furrow slightly, his body and mind in contention. “I..,I”. His hips betray him, pressing forward, “I don’t want you to feel used or anything after you just… I can uh, take care of it myself. You don’t… have… to…” the sentence falling off as she brings her thumb to her mouth, coated in his pre-cum.

“Mmmmm,” she sucks the viscous gel off her thumb, not taking her eyes off his. After the out of body orgasm she just had, she didn’t think she’d be so turned on so quickly. But there is just something magnetic about Austin sitting there with a hard dick, being all thoughtful and gentlemanly.

“Answer me honestly,” she says low, with a gleam in her eye, “are you worn out?”

He shakes his head, licking his lower lip.

Aya glances over her shoulder at the large windows.

“Do you see daylight?” she asks.

Again he shakes his head, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Do you still want to see your cum dripping from me?” she says the word ‘dripping’ as though it were a groan in and of itself.

He takes in a shaky breath and nods his head, brows furrowed.

“Austin,” she says quietly, cocking an eyebrow, “then stop being sweet and fuck me, believe me, I can take it.”

Holy crap, is she part succubus or just insatiable? His cock seems to get impossibly harder and something in him shifts at her words. With an inhale his mouth is on hers, fierce and demanding. Without thinking about what he is doing, he stands up with her in his arms. Her legs tighten around his waist. Their mouths are still locked together. He shuffles the few steps to the back of the chair and puts her down on the high curve. He threads his hand into her hair at the nape of her neck. He didn't think his desire for her could increase, especially after all the other sex they’d had tonight, but it wells up in him intensely.

“Aya,” his deep voice comes out shaky, “remind me of your safeword again?”

“Why, Austin,” the corners of her mouth curl slightly.

“Because I am going to fuck you so hard and so long and in case you need to me to stop…” He is trying so hard to be good. His leg is shaking with the effort of not ravaging her.

He watches through hooded eyes as she calmly reaches over to the bed and grabs the lube from the black towel. Better to get a little insurance now then be sore later. She gets a palmful and turns back to him.

“It’s Newfoundland,” she slides her hand between her legs, coating her opening. He breathes out a lust-filled ‘oh’. She then wraps her lubed hand around his hard cock, “and I won’t need it,” she strokes down.

Austin’s breath catches in a groan from the back of his throat as she coats him.

“Oh hoh hoh,” he half grunts out. He is just reacting now, no planning, no thought, just acquiescence to his deepest urges. He reaches across her chest to her opposite shoulder and pulls. She twists in place and his hand is on her back, bending her over the tall side of the Tantra Chair. His cock needs no help and slams home into her. Her back arches and her head is thrown back. He doesn't even register her squeal. He catches her shoulder in his big hand, holding her in that position. Over and over he pounds into her, one hand pressing on her sacrum, holding her down, the other as an anchor point to his thrusts.

Aya’s grin is deviant as he flips her around. When he slams deep into her, it hits her cervix and makes her jerk back, squealing. Then his hands are locked onto her and he drives into her. She knew when she saw the look in his eye that she was in for it. It’s nearly perfect.

She wants just that little bit more restraint, little less control. She reaches back, offering him her arms. Taking the hint, he grabs her wrists and binds them together on her low back with his long fingered hands. Her lubed hand smears on her crack. He uses his grip as leverage to fuck her harder still. The stability of the chair gives him leave to practically lift her from it with each stroke.

“Like that? Is that what you want?” his voice hisses behind her ear. She whines and nods. She nearly expected him to spit out something like ‘deviant little slut’ or ‘voracious cockwhore’. The fact that she was proudly both a deviant slut and a voracious cockwhore wouldn’t make him call her out on it though. He was too much of a good guy, she was surprised that she got him to this point, honestly. She was learning just how intense Austin could be.

“Fu-uck yeah, s-so good,” her voice staccato with his thrusts urges him on. He’s never let THIS loose with a woman. Had he been in his usual mind, he would be asking what the hell he was doing. But his mind was on fire with passion, with the need to simply take her. He pummels her pussy. The slap of skin and the squelch of the lube and her juices around his cock are the only sounds for a few minutes. His breath begins to bear traces of becoming ragged. Little drops of perspiration fall from his forehead gleaming like diamonds on her ass.

She can feel all of her nerve endings seemingly condensing deep inside. Pressure getting tighter and tighter with each maniacal thrust he gives her. Sound burst from between her lips.

“Bwah, AUs-tin oh oh oh fuck I’m- “

His grip on her wrists tightens as her internal muscles start to pulsate around him. Her nerve endings fold inside out before ripping apart, bursting and cascading over her entire body. She screams, pinned, despite her serpentine movements, underneath his relentless thrusting. She cums, and cums and cums and still he doesn't stop fucking her.

She is so fucking gorgeous, all wandering curves and slickness on his cock., Her sex noises, grunts, moans, screams are made with complete abandon and utterly shameless. It’s so fucking hot, he just can’t slow down. When her pussy clamps down on his ramming cock his fucking of her becomes primal. Her ass shakes as she cums. He is grunting and groaning, harder and harder he pounds her. He is lost in her quivering cunt, his hips blurring with the strength of his desire. Finally, after who knows how long, it reaches fever pitch. He lets go of her wrists and grabs fistfulls of her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. In almost a mimic of her thrashing, his thrusts become erratic, his grunts become a bellow which becomes a roar. His balls are mashed against her clit as he tries to get even deeper into her.

Suddenly all is sinfully still as his big cock injects his cum into her so fucking deep.

He releases his breath in a huge groan. He shivers as air gasps past his throat.

“God, Aya, you are fucking amazing,” his hands shake as they slide over her damp back.

“Me?” she lets out a puffing little laugh, “tha’ was all you,” a tremor runs through her.

“Heh heh heh” his chuckle is spine tingling. He wants to see his handiwork, “You ready to show me?”

She nods.

“Spread those legs and push that ass back to me.” Austin stays buried to the hilt in her as she complies.

“Reach back here and pull these cheeks apart,” he instructs. She follows.

“Ok, here we go,” he pulls out slowly, both of them heightened, quivering, gasping.

He squats behind her, spreading her lips with his fingers as his creamy white cum winks into sight. He is fucking turned on… again.

“Oh my god that is beautiful. Your pussy is all swollen and red and my cum is dripping out.”

He dips his finger in his cum, then gently rubs along her red lips.

“Oh Austin,” she moans, “you gottta-”

With a wicked smile that she can’t see, he flutters his finger against her clit.

-fuuuuuck.” She clenches down, more of his cum drips out and onto his wrist.

“Oh yeah?” he slowly slides two fingers inside her dripping cunt, his thumb on her clit.

“Oh, Oh, Oh” each syllable accompanied by a jerking of her hips.

He brings his fingers and thumb towards each other, her pubic bone in between.

‘What. The. Fuck.’ she thinks. She is all shivery and shaky on his delicate fingers. The sensations vastly different from his hard fucking just mintues before. She hardly knows what to make of it. She both wants more and wants him to stop.

“St– st– oh gah gah gahd” she is inarticulate.

“You want me to stop?” his words are close and hot on her ear as he bends over her back.

She nods and shakes her head, nods and shakes her head.

“You know what to say…” he leaves the words hanging.

Her whole body shakes as he gently milks her cunt. She squirms up and over the curve of the chaise, leaving a trail of cum on the leather. Her body is trying to get away from his persistent fingers, but she just can’t say it.

He stands and wraps his arm around her waist, high-centering her on the top of the curve.

“One word, and I’ll stop…” his fingers move faster.

Fuck it’s so good, dammit it’s so tortuous.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, No, No, No, YEEEEEEESSSSSS!” She wails. Unbelievably she is cumming on his fingers again.

But he doesn’t stop.

“FUCK AUSTIN!” she just can’t.

He keeps fingering her.

“FUCK OK OKOKOK watermelon, Waterford, fuck!” her mind is totally blanking on her safe word.

“No, I don’t think that’s right,” he presses in harder, rubbing deeper.

Her spine flails, he has to cinch down on her waist with all he had to keep her from falling to the floor.

“NEWFOUNDLAND!! “ she finally screams. “Fucking Newfoundland!!”

“There it is,” he murmurs as he withdraws his fingers, he loves making a woman cum, but she was exceptional.

Her breath is heaving, she is contorted and practically upside down.

“Come here,” he rolls her into his arms and sits on the floor, his back against the chair.

She is in overwhelm, clinging to him like a life raft. He just holds her.

Breath is the only thing that passes between them for several minutes.

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