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trulyumai · 23 days

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Oh, Mr Mosses (Series) II

Part one can be found here!

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Synopsis: You were fine with the job, the steps were easy enough but the secret of the D.D.D was getting harder and harder to contain. Each night a new entity would enter the building, each with its own horrific look and intentions. Just as you debate on leaving, a new resident has entered the premises; Francis Mosses who is absolutely entranced by your being.

Will you be as smitten of him as he is of you? Only time will tell.

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Oh, Mr. Mosses II

“There you are Ms. Svertchz, have a wonderful day!” The receptionist smiled and through the glass she carefully looked at the woman in front of her. Her nails were so clean, she noticed, they were always gelled, matching whatever premium outfit she had on that day.

“Yes, you too dear.” Without a glance at the younger woman the resident walked off, the tapping of her heels echoed through the old corridor and finally ceased when the elevator creaked its way down.

It had been a week since meeting Francis, and she hadn’t really gotten a true impression of the man. He was so quiet, so… watchful. Anything she did in front of him she could feel his eyes on her, always staring at her with this thoughtful yet blank expression.

He was just shy, she had thought. And if she was to make a move at all, it had to be small enough so that neither of them would be too embarrassed or caught off guard.

He was so handsome, he was dressed nicely all the time and his lazy gaze fit his face so well. His nose was a bit hooked and larger than the average, but he made it look rugged, sexy even.

With a shake to the head and a glance at the clock she let out a sigh. It was break time.

Clouds rolled in, the rain came down soon after and poured down mercilessly. The winds howled along with it and she swore that if it got any stronger, the building would come cascading down. Almost everyone had checked in for the night, everyone except, she eyed the list again; Francis Mosses.

With a squeeze to the paper she couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath.

It was hell waiting to see if the dupe would come through the doors. Recently it had been trickier to spot the fake, they were getting smarter, better.

Just the other day she almost let in a double of Ms. Bubbles, if she hadn’t noticed the lipstick was maroon instead of its usual raspberry who knows how many bodies would be littering the floor right now. The monster was furious she had caught on, it was so close, so close to being let in and getting its way through the building.

A slam startled her out of her thoughts, the doors to the plaza burst open from someone- or something walking inside.

The steps were slow, lazy, it had to be-

“Mmm. Hello.” The milkman smiled, and although it was small, it comforted the receptionist dearly.

“Hello Francis! The regular forms, please.” Straight to business, then who knows? Maybe ask him about coffee, a bookstore date, anything!

Grabbing the papers he slid them over to the entrance, pushing them through with ease.

Turning them over she began her rambling.

“How was your day, Francis? Things have been super slow here.” She mumbled, lining up each number and form.

“Mm, it was fine. The rain was a bit of a hindrance but it didn’t stop me from completing my routes.” God, the way she said his name, he had to stop himself from biting down on his knuckles. Perfect, how could someone be so perfect all the time?

He was enamored, obsessed even, with everything she was. It had been a week, sure, but it felt like a lifetime for him.

She was distracted, per usual so he could stare at her freely now with no embarrassment to be had. Yet.

Her blouse was simple, a nice pale pink that hugged her in all the right places. And was that, a pencil skirt? Holy hell, this woman would be the death of him.

With a glance to her left she looked at the schedule for the hundredth time, Francis' name was indeed there.

“Everything’s clear, sorry for the wait.” She smiled at him then, her perfect teeth molded smoothly around her lips and- did he say she was perfect yet?

“Thank you.” Those glossy lips were tantalizing him, that had to be new lipstick, there’s no way he hadn’t noticed that sheen before on those plump, kissable-

“Are you okay? You space out a lot,” she laughed.

Quickly grabbing his forms he shoved them in his pocket, not bothering to open his wallet once more.

He had to leave, the thoughts were getting to him, he felt hot, sweaty and tight in all the wrong places. It was a good thing his uniform came with black pants, otherwise he wouldn’t bother to show his face around any longer.

“Mm, have a good night.” Without a pause he made his way to the elevator, and if it wasn't for the hand that shot out the paper slot he would have made it there.

“Wait! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to grab you like that, but um,” his eyes couldn’t help but widen, looking down her hand was still around his wrist. So small, so soft.

“Do you… want to get coffee sometime?” She mumbled, although the rain was heavy and sounded out almost anything, he heard her. Because of course he did. Lifting his other arm, he couldn’t help but cover his mouth and cheeks. He rubbed his face, played it off as if he was really thinking it over, like it was a hard answer.

“Mmm. Sure that sounds good.” And with a light smile he met her eyes. They were shining, full of emotion and if he looked any longer there was no way he was leaving.

“Wait, really?” She gasped, letting go of his hand quickly and slotting it back to the other side.

“Mhm, just… I’ll come to you, my schedule is quite hectic, you see.”

“No of course! That sounds great, I'm sorry again for grabbing you,” And she truly looked apologetic, her face was so sympathetic, chin tilted downwards and she looked more like a kicked puppy than anything else.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” he’s totally not going to imagine her hands later, gripping his shoulders, neck, trailing them down further and further.

“I’ll see you soon then!” She pushed her hair back, letting it fall behind her gorgeous neck, collarbones and, what was he saying again?

“Mm? Yes. Yes I’ll see you soon.” With a little pep to his step he pushed the elevator button.

It was then a call rang out, it was the work phone.

With a dreamy sigh she imagined him, the date and how perfect it all would be. Maybe they could grab dessert after.

“Resident desk, employee 29 speaking.”

“Hey 29! Great to catch you!” The manager's voice rang through and she sighed, her break was almost up and of course, the most extroverted person had to come talk her ear off.

“Hello sir, what can I do for you?”

“Straight to the point, you know I love that! You got the schedule for next week, right? Should be in a yellow envelope,” he smacked his teeth on the other end, and she could picture him now with his toothpick and big glasses staring right at her.

“Yes sir, you told me not to open it until the day of.”

He laughed. “Yep yep! Just uh, making sure. So, while I have you I thought I should mention,” shuffling was heard on the other end, like papers were being sorted through and thrown about.

“The D.D.D wanted to make sure all employees know that this month will be more active than ever, and uh, they're sending in new forms to sign, waivers and what not.”

She frowned. Active? What, how, why?

Cutting him off she couldn’t help but talk fast. “Sir? Active? Why are they more active?”

He paused, and she swore she could hear her heartbeat through her ears before he spoke up again.

“Yeah, yeah, they said it had something to do with the weather? No idea, didn’t really bother to ask them you know, it’s hard to hold a conversation with a guy in a hazmat suit.”

He laughed again and she wanted to strangle him, the man couldn’t take anything serious.

“That’s all doll, you have a wonderful evening you here?”

“Wait, sir-“ Click.

That bastard, who does he think he is? Who does management think they are? Putting the phone back on the hook she couldn’t help but feel tired. Tired from work bullshit, how everyone brushed her off even though she was helping people, saving lives each and every night.

The clock chimed, signaling for her shift to be over and she lazily rolled her chair back, getting up while picking at her nails.

At least she had the date to look forward to, right?

A/N: Second chapter done! We are slowly getting to the darker side of things woo! The next chapter will be a big one. I'll be introducing Francis’ mimic and will the receptionist be able to tell which is which? Well see! Let me know if i should implement more smuttier descriptions or content, for now i haven't but that can change! See you lovelies soon, TrulyUmai

#Horror #thats not my neighbor #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses #TNMN!#x reader #slow burn #romance #horror game #game x reader #Francis Mosses x you

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milkzoro · 6 months

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which of my fav op men i’d give to each zodiac sign 🫀

cancer

gymbro!zoro - yall need someone who will baby you & fuck u good!!!

aquarius

insane!law - u get a man who will cut u up & play with your organs. u love it, i know

virgo

kaku! - he’s so unserious but ur so obsessed with it & you like a man with a big nose

pisces

boyfriend!sanji - ohhhh my i daydream about him, bby boy will make u all the best comfort meals n be sooo in luv with u

gemini

fuckboy!ace - i know this version of him puts you in the ward,,, you’re feral & climbing up the walls for him

aries

big dick!sanji - he’s got all the stamina in the world & a monster cock, what else do you need? stroke game unmatched btw

taurus

zombie!luffy - ur dumb enough to fuck a zombie,,,,,,, it’s okay tho u like keeping him in chains (kinky mf)

capricorn

himbo!zoro - (one of my personal favs) he lives to serve y/n. will do anything & everything for u. his brain only has 3 thoughts. strong. swords. y/n.

sagittarius

emotionally unavailable!zoro - u got the ‘i can fix him’ mentality, srry babe it’s not gonna work out

scorpio

manipulator!sanji - he’s gonna get in your head & never escape! gives good dick tho (and mouth)

leo

alabasta!ace- do i even need to say anything. mans is serving cunt in alabasta, his best era imo he’s yummy

libra

dilf!rayleigh - he’s sexy & ur sexy so it makes sense, fuck rayleigh is so hot mmmgffhdhdff mfmmmmm mm

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lawsvalentine · 1 year

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How They React To You Wearing Lingerie on Valentine’s Day

• OP Men HC • (18+)

Fem!reader

Characters: Monster trio, Usopp, Law, Ace

CW: Lingerie visuals included, smut( sexual content, oral sex(fem recieving), penetrative sex, dry humping, roleplaying, use of handcuffs, riding)

Cee’s Note: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY 💓💓 Here is my gift to you guys. Enjoy my lovelies ☺️

Luffy

Luffy usually doesn’t care what you have on in the bedroom

However, you noticed he was particularly fond of your red colored panties

So you decided to wear this red lingerie for Valentine’s day and surprise him

“L-Luffy..”

Luffy sucked harshly on the top part of your cleavage leaving a faint mark atop one of your fleshy mounds. He thought you looked so pretty in that bra, even more so littered with the hickeys he just gave you.

You sigh as he started dragging his tongue down from your breasts down to your navel till he reached your panties. You gasped as he licked and sucked through the fabric, tasting your arousal that had leaked through. He hums, already hungry to taste more of you.

“Mm… your so wet already, Y/N”

Zoro

Zoro is a simple man, he doesn’t mind what you wear, hell, even a big t shirt you usually wear will do it for him

You thought you would spice things up for Valentine’s day and wear this cute night gown

“Fuck….you look so good like this”

Your eyes rolled back as Zoro was currently jackhammering into you. Your fingers clutching the bed sheets, moans spilling out your mouth at his deep strokes. His hands were gripping your thighs, pressing them against your pretty little night gown.

When Zoro had first seen you in it, he couldn’t decide if he wanted to rip the pretty clothing off you or fuck you with it on. He ended up choosing the ladder and he was glad he did. It turned him on so much seeing your tits jiggle above the dainty fabric as he fucked into you.

Sanji

Sanji loves absolutely ANYTHING you wear. You could wear a paper bag and he would still think you’re beautiful

When you asked him what kind of lingerie he liked on women, he said he likes the color pink prefers the lingerie be more dainty and girly

You were excited to give Sanji exactly what he wanted for Valentine’s Day with this lingerie

“That’s it, princess…cum for me”

Your back arches as you spill all over Sanji’s mouth, your arousal dripping down his beard. Sanji moans as he laps up as much of you as he can, relishing in your taste. He currently had his face buried in your sex as his fingers held your panties to the side.

He couldn’t bring himself to rid the pretty fabric from your body. The pink color and the laced skirt made you look just like a princess to him, a sexy princess. You were making his head spin and nose bleed with how stunning you looked.

Usopp

Usopp is not picky about what you wear in the bedroom but you two have dabbled in a bit of role playing during sex

So you thought it would be fun to make this lingerie into a sexy cupid costume for Valentine’s day night

Usopp’s wrists struggled against the handcuffs restraining him to the bed frame as you grinded against the bulge of his clothed cock. He let out a small whine as he desperately wanted to touch your body. You hum in pleasure as you continued moving your hips against him, loving the control you had.

For tonight’s role-play, you were the greek goddess Cupid, sent to punish this handsome mortal.

“Uh uh, no touching unless I permit you, mortal”

“Y-yes my goddess”

Ace

Ace really likes whenever you wear lace bras and panties. He loves the way the fabric looks and feels on you. He’s also a sucker for bows on your panties or bras.

You saw this lingerie and knew Ace would love it for Valentine’s day

“Fuck babe…you look so fucking hot riding me with that on”

You threw your head back in pleasure as you fucked yourself on his dick, moaning how big he felt. He groaned at your words, eyes glued to your body.

As much as he loved it on, he needed to feel you. Ace grazed his fingertips up your body leading to the thin stringy bow holding your laced top together. With a quick pull of the string, it came undone revealing your bare breast to him. His hand squeezed the round flesh as he watched you bounce on his hard cock.

Law

Law loves whenever you wear his clothing to bed. He loves how the loose material hugs your curves and how sexy your thighs and legs look while wearing it

You knew that your legs was his biggest weakness with you so you decided to wear these stockings for Valentine’s day.

Law couldn’t get over how sexy the stockings looked on you. He had ordered you to strip off everything but the stockings. Once you did what he said, he couldn’t keep his hands off your legs.

“You look like such a pretty little whore, and I intend to fuck you like one”

Law placed a kiss against the laced stocking covering your ankle. You legs were around his neck, causing Law to fuck deeper into you. Whimpers escaped your lips each time his cock hit that spot deep inside you.

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shigarakisbabyy · 1 year

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Ass- FatGum x Male Reader NSFW

Y/n has a fat ass in this because I wanted to write fatgum worshipping it :). Reader has a penis and is referred to as a boy. Also, readers kinda shy?

Warnings: soft dom fat gum, twerking, anal, spanking, ass eating, butt plugs, cumming inside

“Come on pretty boy,” Fatgum said softly, gripping your hips as you stood in front of him, “Can you shake your ass for me?”

You gently grabbed your shirt and pulled it up, exposing your bare lower half to your boyfriend. You heard him let out a soft groan as the sight of you, making you blush and butterflies erupt in your tummy. You were glad you weren’t facing him, it’d be terribly embarrassing for him to see just how red your face was.

You began to slowly swing your hips front and back; side to side. You could feel your ass and thighs jiggle back and forth with every movement, and you silently prayed it was sexy enough for Fatgum.

His grip on your hips was light, but you knew in an instant he could grip you hard enough to throw you over his shoulder and onto the bed, not even needing ten seconds to do so. You kept swinging your hips back and forth, bending down slightly to shove your ass towards his face.

He groaned again, tightening his grip on your hips, making your face flush even more. Little sparks of excitement erupted in your stomach, flourishing throughout your entire body.

“Is.. is it good?” You stopped your movements for a second, putting your clenched fists up to your face to cover yourself.

“Fuck…” Fat Gum groaned, “It’s more than perfect baby.”

You let out an embarrassed giggle, soft and barely audible. You kept smiling as you continued wiggling your ass back and forth and up and down, growing bolder with your teasing. You were practically grinding on him now, and every few seconds the top of your thigh would brush against his aching cock in his pants.

Fat Gum gripped your waist, long and thick fingers resting over your stomach and almost touching each other. There was no way you’d be able to move away from him now, not with his grip as firm as it was.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous baby,” He whispered, one of his hands trailing down across your ass cheeks and gripping them harshly.

Every time he touched your ass your stomach erupted in butterflies, your knees growing weak and unsteady. You felt your growing hard on get bigger and bigger, pushing up against the fabric of your shirt that covered it. It ached, begging to be touched already from how excited and turned on you were from presenting yourself to him. All you wanted was his perfect dick buried deep within your guts. He could do it too, that man had a monster in between his legs.

“Are you enjoying your show?” You asked, your voice barely audible as it would start cracking if you got any louder.

“I’m enjoying this very…” Fatgum answered, both of his hands gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them apart, “much.” He gave you a light smack on your left cheek, making you jolt.

He noticed your reaction, letting out a deep chuckle, “Did you like that?” He asked.

“N-no,” You lied, having to remind yourself to breathe.

“Don’t lie to me,” Fat Gum said, smacking your right cheek this time, “I want an honest answer.”

Your breath hitched, and suddenly the room felt as scorchingly hot as a desert that hadn’t had a drop of rain in centuries.

“Mm…” You whined, “I- I liked it…”

“Good boy,” He gently trailed his hands back up to your waist, gripping tighter this time but now by much.

You gave him a teasing wiggle, eliciting a quiet laugh from him. You could hear the smile etched onto his face.

“I could stare at this ass all day,” Fat Gum whispered, “It’s so perfect. I couldn’t live without it.”

You giggled again, this time grabbing your shirt and hiking it up to cover your mouth. You weren’t sure why, it’s not like he could see your face anyways. Your cock ached as it felt fresh air, twitching and leaking a glistening trail of precum that fell down to the floor.

“Maybe you’d like to try some toys before I bend you over, hm?” He gripped your cheeks again, spreading them apart to look at your hole.

You nodded, too embarrassed for words.

“Use your words, love,” He whispered.

“Y-yes, I’d like that,” You choked out.

“There you go,” He praised, pulling you towards him and pressing a light kiss to your mid back.

You heard him shuffle through your guys’ nightstand, probably looking for the newest addition to your collection.

You heard him open a bottle of lube, and listened to the noise of him squirting it over his fingers and making sure they were evenly coated. You braced yourself for when the cold liquid would hit your burning hole.

You jolted when you felt him slowly push one finger inside, the foreign object feeling good but strange at the same time. It wasn’t until he pumped it in and out a few times and curled his fingers in the right spot that you were reminded once again why you liked anal so much.

“You’re getting so worked up from just one finger,” Fatgum laughed, commenting on your labored breathing and occasional whines, “You really want me that bad, huh?”

“I- ah- always want you,” You breathed out, throwing your head back and looking at the ceiling.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” He smirked, adding another finger.

He scissored you now, working open your tight ring of muscle. You pushed back into him, clenching your fists again and again when he brushed past that special spot inside you that made your knees weak. It’s like there was a supernova of stars erupting in you, overloading your most sensitive spots and making you feel so good you could’ve sworn you saw an entire galaxy when you screwed your eyes shut.

“Fuuuck, Tai- mmmnm,” You moaned, desperately rutting into his fingers, aching for them to be deeper inside.

“I know baby, feels so good doesn’t it?” He slowly removed his fingers from your walls.

You whined from the loss of being filled, but soon a tear drop shaped object was pressing against your hole, slowly making its way inside. You took a deep breath, relaxing your muscles so the plug could fill you up.

“There you go, your ass just swallowed that up didn’t it?” Fatgum joked, smacking your left cheek when the plug was fully inserted.

Your insides ached for stimulation, but since the plug didn’t move, you wouldn’t be granted your body’s wish.

You felt Fat Gum press on the base of the toy, and the sound of the click of a button filled the room before sharp vibrations cascaded their way inside you.

“Ah!” You almost toppled over at the shock, Fatgum’s hands on your waist steadying you again.

You took a deep breath in, biting your lip and covering your mouth with both of your hands to keep your noises inside. You leaned over slightly, shaking your ass again. It was hard, your legs were unstable and rickety, and threatened to collapse underneath you every time a new wave of pleasure wrecked through your body.

Fatgum decided he’d had enough of just watching you, and instead pulled you down onto his lap, gripping your waist and grinding you against his throbbing cock. You held onto his knees for balance, your moans escaping your mouth and filling the room.

“You were such a tease today, it was so hard not to lock us in my office and bend you over my desk, baby,” He huskily whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

Earlier you had strutted into his office when he was on his lunch break, sporting a tank top and tight jean shorts that left little into the imagination. You had strolled around and said hi to all of his coworkers, swaying your hips side to side as Fatgum trailed behind you. You were there to give him his lunch, but you wanted to see if you could get him to cave and take you in his office. He hadn’t, but he had cornered you and said you had something much better in store for later.

You always had so much confidence when you were teasing him and toying around, but the minute you got what you wanted you turned into a weak, stuttering, bright-red mess. You turned to putty in his hands, allowing him to do virtually anything he liked with you.

“Mnm,” You groaned out, the tip of the plug teasing your prostate, “I just- mnnnmmm- wanted you so bad, Tai.”

“Oh, I know honey,” Fat Gum cooed, “Just can’t get enough of me, can you? Gotta always be ready and waiting f’me.”

You whined, resisting his grip on your waist and turning around, straddling his lap while you held the sides of his face in your hands.

“You look so pretty,” He whispered, his eyes glazy and droopy, beads of sweat pooling on his face. He might tease you for getting worked up, but he was never any better.

He was in his midsize form, not as large as he was when he did hero work, but he was still substantially taller and bigger than you. His soft, blonde hair was stuck to his forehead, his yellow eyes seeming to glow with lust. You gripped his muscular shoulder and ground your uncovered dick into his clothed one, shutting your eyes. Eye contact worked you up far too much, you liked to save it for the big finale when he was on top of you.

“Mnm… love you,” You groaned, burying your face in his neck while you increased the speed of your thrusts. It was hard to keep your lower half moving with his strong the plug was, but you managed. Your dick was on fire, not being satisfied from the weak stimulation of humping against him.

“I love you too baby,” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his large hands trailing up your shirt and feeling up your torso and chest.

“P-Please get in me, Tai…” You begged, pressing your body so close to his you could form into one.

“Gladly.”

He laid you on your stomach, your face pressing gently into the pillows. You slightly raised your ass in the air, spreading open your legs as far as they could go.

“Good boy,” He chuckled, “I don’t even have to tell you to spread your legs for you to do it. So obedient.”

He gripped the exterior of the plug, gently pulling it out without turning off the vibrations. When it was out, he trailed it down to caress over your taint, and then your balls, making you shiver from the satisfaction of being touched.

You humped the bed, unable to resist trying to chase your high.

“Please…” You begged again.

Fat Gum didn’t say anything, but he gripped your ass cheeks and spread them apart again, spitting onto your hole. You jolted, eyes wide in shock when you felt his thick tongue begin to tease your rim.

He always took his time with foreplay, making sure to make you fall apart in his hands and reach peak sensitivity before he’d even consider plunging his cock inside you. You hated the teasing, but you also loved just how mind numbingly pleasurable it was.

You pushed back on his tongue, silently begging him to push it inside you and work you open for him. He obliged, the wet muscle invading your even wetter walls.

“Mmm… fuck…” You whined, shoving your face in the pillow and throwing your arms over your head.

Fat Gum gave you a sharp spank to your right cheek, then harshly gripped it and squeezed. You threw your head back, the sensation of being spanked while his tongue pleased all of your most sensitive spots almost bringing you to the edge.

There was stars. They were shooting and erupting in your core, making your mind go blank and vision fuzzy. You couldn’t remember anything that had happened earlier that day, maybe even your name. All words in any language had been evicted from your brain. All you could think about was the insane amount of pleasure to your lower half.

Just when you thought you were going to bust, Fat Gum pulled away and spanked you again, this time both of his hands landing on both of your cheeks.

“Mmmmmnm…”

“Shhh, I know baby,” He cooed, “You’ll get to cum soon.”

Fat Gum rested one hand on your waist, using the other to line his dick up to your hole. You pushed back against him when you felt the head touch you, his familiar heat feeling like home.

He pushed into you slowly, not wanting to go too fast and harm you. He trailed his fingers along your back and waist, attempting to soothe you while your hole burned with the stretch of trying to fit all of him inside you. You whined with each millimeter that entered, your legs shaking and numb.

“It’s all in now baby,” He said, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You tilted your head back and to the side, giving you access to smash your lips together while one of your hands cupped his cheek. Even after being together so many times, you never got bored of the way his mouth felt against yours. It was hot, messy but gentle, and filled with the desire to please each other.

“Please be gentle,” You murmured, the stinging in your ass starting to subside.

“I didn’t think of doing anything else,” He promised, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Fat Gum waits a moment longer before he slowly rocks his hips forward and backward. Slowly, gently working you open and building up his pace little by little. He gripped your ass cheeks, gently kneading the flesh and spreading them apart so he could watch his length disappear inside you with every thrust.

He was hard to take, even with preparation. You bit your lip to hold back pained whines as little tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Gripping the bedsheets, you focused on your breathing until the pain subsided. After only a few moments, it stopped hurting and all you felt was white-hot pleasure coursing through your whole body.

“Oh Fuck- fuck!” You moaned, pushing back against Fat Gum, “Fuck me, please!”

He laughed behind you and increased his pace, his hips slapping against you loudly. He loved when you begged for him like this, pliant and needy and wanting him terribly.

Each thrust hit your prostate, making your legs shake. It felt so good to come so undone underneath Fat Gum, completely at his mercy. Your cock throbbed against the bed and you could feel the pool of precum collected beneath your stomach, sure to be a hassle to clean up later, but you weren’t focused on that now. All you could think about was that monster thrusting inside you and making your insides feel like heaven.

“Tai- Tai- Tai-“ You said his name like it was a prayer.

“You feel good baby boy?” You could hear his smirk in his voice.

“Yes! Oh god, yes!”

Without seeming possible, he increased his pace, sure to leave bruises on you from how hard he was slamming against you. It made your eyes roll back into your head, your mind going fuzzy and numb.

You felt the orgasm building, the right rope in your core stretching tighter and tighter, threatening to snap with each thrust.

“Gonna- gonna cum- Tai-“ You whined, your voice weak and dripping with need.

“Cum for me baby,” Fat Gum whispered in your ear, “Fuckin’ cum for me.”

With his permission, you came so hard you thought you blacked out for a few seconds. Your body shook and you’re sure you screamed out but you couldn’t really hear yourself, all you could focus on was his cock inside you and how fucking amazing it felt.

Fat Gum came only a few seconds later, the white hot liquid spewing deep inside you. He slowly released himself from you, climbing off the bed to grab a towel to clean you off. Sleepily, you let him, your eyes barely open and quickly losing consciousness. He quite literally fucked you to sleep.

After he finished cleaned you off, he laid a towel beneath you for when inevitably his cum leaked out of you during the night. He laid down beside you and wrapped you in his arms, kissing you on the top of your head.

“I love you so much baby,” He said “Did so good for me. So proud.”

You smiled until you fell asleep.

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jemthedaredevil · 9 months

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MUZAN X TAMAYO SMUT

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Okay, so yall i been having a dirty mind and decided to make this smut. okay lets go back to the Heian period after muzan became a demon and identified tamayo with her husband and kids and turned her into a demon ad after she slaughtered her family, muzan gained control of tamayo, but secretly started to have feelings for her, sexual feelings, as the demon king, even before meeting kokushibo or nakime still had control over the infinity castle, he decided to give her a gift as she is a doctor helping him find the cure to gaining immortality in the sunlight. he approached her as she was finishing her experiments muzan then said "meet me in my room" thinking it was another scheme of his, she decided to follow him she was surprised to see a king sized bed with black silked sheets covered in roses and then saw a gift box and opened and was surprised to see a black lingerie and then wondered where muzan after giving the order for her to come to his room. but then she suddenly developed a dirty thought in her mind although hating muzan for him being the primary cause of the death of her family, she couldn't deny the fact he was reserved, handsome basically sexually appealing then she undressed and put the lingerie on and waited for muzan. actually, muzan was in the shower all along and when he came out with just a single towel wrapped around his waist and his chest exposed, along with his muscular body and abs his ten packs he was looking juicy and when tamayo saw him she was getting wetter the second. muzan that could read her thoughts was already turned on by the sight of her and replied "dirty little slut" i will teach you some manners. he started to kiss her neck and sucked her sweet spot. She moaned never thinking she will fell the same sexual feeling even after many years had passed since the death of her husband and even her husband wasn't this satisfying. "mm yes" she moaned and then muzan said "i see the gift i got for you fits perfectly" then muzan being the monster he is tore the lingerie and started to suck her neck again and said " a little reward for your service to me" and then gave her a fiery kiss and then started lowering himself down to her boobs and sucking the hardened nipple "for a doctor and a demon u sure are fucking good he said" each touch became more and more arousing as tamayo couldn't stop moaning and them muzan came to the pussy area a then circling his tongue aroung her clit while fingering her 'ahhhh" she cried in pleasure and each whimper and moan only made muzan's cock harder being the sexy sadistic man he is, he stuck more fingers inside her finger fucking her she the moaning "imm gonna cumm ahh" muzan then said "cum for me my little slut" as she climaxed muzan removed his fingers and sucked it saying" u taste soo good, but let's see if you can take in what i have for you" he removed the only thing covering his his aching hard erect cock and started stroking it while groaning the thought of him inside tamayo's wet pussy only made him groan in pleasure but tamyo looking at the 12cm inch cock she was trembling "it's too big" muzan said " don't worry my little slut you'll be able to take your masters big juicy cock.

A/N: follow me for part 2

#muzan smut

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m-jelly · 2 years

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Oh hey for the Levi x Reader cryptid spook in the woods can it be a date? Or they can be married either or ☺️

Sure thing!

Strange road trip

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, cute, couple, camping in an RV, spooky.

Concept: Levi and you take a year off to be a couple now you're married. You took a nice high-quality RV and drove around from place to place exploring. One day you pick a nice spot in the woods and have a little fun, but while there you keep hearing animal screams in the woods like you've never heard before. You and Levi stay close to the RV and brave it out, but something is watching.

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Levi yawned as he drove the RV down a dirt path to the camping spot. He hummed a little and spied the area with a fire pit and a bathroom outhouse, but it wasn't needed because you had everything you needed. He parked and turned to you as you slept soundly with your pup resting its head on your lap.

He reached over and fussed the pup's head. "Come on, Baxter. Time to set up and you need to go for a wee." He walked to the RV door and opened it. "Stay close buddy."

You inhaled deeply as you woke up. You opened your eyes to see an RV on the other end of the camp, a vast forest, a mountain in the distance, a river running through the camp and a gentle summer breeze flowing through the clearing.

You climbed out of the RV to see Levi putting up the last of your outdoor sitting area. "Look at you."

Levi smiled at you. "Hey, my love." He walked over and hugged you tightly. "How was your nap?"

"Great, thank you." You let him go and looked around. "So cosy. Well done, my love." You nuzzled his neck making him blush. "Such a strong wild man." You ran your hands up his body and purred. "So sexy."

He lifted you and kissed you. "Thank you."

You hummed a little laugh. "How's Baxter?"

"Enjoying himself."

You saw your pup sniffing around before he pounced on his ball. "Cute."

Levi put you down on your feet. "Let's take him for a walk."

You held Levi's hand and walked with him through the forest with Baxter walking ahead of you. You relaxed as you followed the path. You slowed down and watched Baxter as he paused for a moment to sniff. You frowned a little as you watched him.

Levi let your hand go. "Oi, what have you got there?" He crouched by his dog. "Let me see." He pulled the edge apart to see a large print in the dirt. "Huh, that's odd."

You leaned over Levi and stared. "Oow, maybe it's some monster stomping around."

Levi stood up and sighed. "Love."

You giggled. "I'm kidding." You held his hand and walked with him. "I'm just playing with you. Shall we head back? I'll start dinner."

He walked along with you and whistled for Baxter. He squeezed your hand and paused when he heard a faint screaming-like noise. He looked into the woods. "Fox? Maybe an owl?"

You shrugged. "Could be anything, honey." You stopped at the camp and started putting together a nice dinner as Levi fed the dog. "Levi?"

"Mm?"

"Could you get me a drink?"

He kissed your cheek. "Sure thing."

You put the food out and sat down waiting for Levi. You took your cold drink from him and snuggled against him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He kissed the side of your head. "Anything you need, I'll get it for you." He picked up his dinner. "Perfect as always honey."

You kissed his cheek a few times. "Bless you."

He moaned as he ate his dinner. "So good."

You snorted a laugh. "You're so cute when you eat."

He blushed. "It's just really good."

You rubbed his chest. "What a lovely bear you are."

He hummed as you kissed his neck and under his jaw. "Thank you."

You ate your dinner. "I'll clean up."

Levi grabbed everything. "I'll clean, you get comfy."

You wrapped up in a blanket and fussed Baxter as the sun started setting. You yawned a little and got comfy. You flinched a little when a cry came from the woods. You shivered a little. "Levi?"

He walked back over to you and cuddled you on the seat. "What's wrong?"

"Something screamed or howled."

He squeezed you. "It's probably nothing, okay?"

Baxter woke up from his sleep and stood in front of you and Levi in a protective stance, his fur up and his back to you both. He growled and bared his teeth.

You frowned. "Baxter never does this. He's a good boy."

Levi yanked you into his arms and ushered you into the RV. "Get inside and stay there."

"Levi?"

He picked up Baxter and ran inside the RV. He slammed the door closed and locked it. "Baxter does not growl at anyone or anything unless it's a threat. I've trained him and he's very obedient. I know how he is." He picked you up and carried you to the bed. "Something isn't right out there."

You gripped Levi's thigh. "What's out there?"

"Likely a predator." He cupped your face. "We'll be okay. It's okay. I'll protect you." He kissed you and hummed. "I love you."

You smiled. "I love you too."

Levi sat with you for a while before he tucked you into bed. He turned the lights off except on and stayed alert. He fussed Baxter as he stayed on high alert. He held his breath when he heard the inhuman cry near the edge of the woods. He pulled the blinds open and looked over to the other VR to see they were looking out as well.

You jumped away when you heard a cry. "Levi!?"

He held his hand out to you as he looked out at the forest and the other RV. "Shh."

You nibbled your lip. "Levi?"

He held your hand. "It's okay, we'll be okay."

You moved closer and hugged his side. "What is it?"

"I'm not sure, but I've never heard something like that before."

You gasped as the other RV shook as something big attacked it. "Oh no! They're in trouble." You ran to the flare gun and grabbed it. "We have to save them."

Levi grabbed the emergency gun for wild animals. "Fire the flare up and I'll shoot, got it?"

You nodded. "Yes."

He shoved the door open. "Baxter, stay close buddy." He loaded the gun and jogged with you. "Ready?"

You gripped the gun. "Yes!"

"Now!"

You fired the flare and lit up the area. You looked to the RV and saw a large creature rip its claws into it. Your eyes widened at how massive it was and how close it was to breaking in and attacking those within. You shook a little in shock as Baxter began barking and growing to scare the thing.

Levi lined up the gun. "No one scares my wife!" He fired at the beast multiple times. He gritted his teeth as it cried, blood oozed and spattered. "Leave us and them alone!"

You gripped the shirt on Levi's back as he fired, your heart raced at how strong he was. You moaned a little as he made the thing stumble and run away. "Levi."

He lowered the gun. "We need to check on whoever is in the RV."

You nodded and ran with Levi to the RV. "Hello!? Are you okay?"

A man with a beard kicked the door open. He gripped his gun and cocked it. "Sure am. Thanks for the help, but that beast is mine!"

Levi pulled you close as the man ran into the forest. "Tch, fucking idiot." He looked down at you. "Are you okay?"

You nodded. "Yes." You nibbled your lip. "You were incredible."

He kissed you and hummed in delight. "Let's go back to the RV, rest and go to another camping spot tomorrow."

You walked with him. "Are you okay to drive?"

"Yeah, don't worry. Being safe is priority."

You walked with Levi back to your RV. "You were amazing back there, so brave and strong."

He whistled for your pup. "Thank you."

You shivered. "I'm so proud of you, my wonderful husband."

He kissed you and moaned against your lips. "Love you."

You smiled. "I love you so much."

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vampireshmampire · 1 year

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For a Chance to Dance With You

Rating: T

Summary: After being turned by the Baron at Nandor's wedding, Guillermo is vampire royalty. It can be lonely at the top, so the Baron throws a masquerade ball, inviting all vampires (of suitable status, of course) to try and win the hand of Guillermo de la Cruz.

Guillermo wants to be loved for himself, not fought over by vampires angling to use a relationship for power and prestige. Surely there's someone here who understands that?

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Talk to the Baron! Guillermo thought bitterly. Tell him how you feel! Tell him you want to make your own romantic decisions! Clear communication always works! What’s the worst that could happen?

This could happen. This was the absolutely worst possible outcome, worse even than the Baron just ignoring him.

Forget the bi-annual orgy, forget the Théâtre des Vampires, this was the event of the decade—maybe even of the century. A grand masquerade ball held by Baron Afanas was noteworthy enough, but this wasn’t just any masquerade ball, oh no!

This was a competition.

“—don’t you think?” Peacock said.

“Mm,” said Guillermo.

The vampire’s name wasn’t actually Peacock, but he wasn’t supposed to know who anyone was, and he had to call them something. The magical masks ensured no one could recognize anyone else, so to differentiate, every guest had been assigned an animal or insect to theme their costume around.

“Everyone says it’s hard to find good help these days, but I’d argue it’s easier. Vampires aren’t scary monsters, we’re sexy, we’re hip, we’re in.”

So far, Guillermo had said exactly nine words to this man: very nice to meet you, thanks, sure, I guess. So far, Peacock had not seemed to notice. He was too busy talking about how great it was to be a vampire, as if Guillermo needed to be sold on the idea.

“You don’t need to settle for a madman who eats bugs for power! There’s no shortage of competent, pathetic individuals so desperate to be made greater they’ll throw away their whole lives for you.”

God, this one didn’t even know who he was! He’d probably never even heard of Guillermo before the invitation arrived, just saw “win the hand of Baron Afanas’ protégé” and raced off.

Guillermo debated coming up with something snarky to say about how he used to be a familiar, but decided against it. The dance would be over soon, and then Peacock would be replaced by some other vampire just as uninteresting.

As if on cue, the song came to an end. Everyone bowed or curtsied to their partner. Peacock kissed Guillermo’s hand, just like the others had. He said something in farewell that Guillermo didn’t bother to listen to, and melted away.

Guillermo had a moment while the band shuffled their sheet music but there was no point trying to melt away in the crowd—all eyes were on him, always.

Guillermo didn’t know what order his partners had been assigned or how they knew when it was their turn, but within moments his next partner slid smoothly into Peacock’s place. Guillermo couldn’t guess the costume theme—the vampire was wearing a bright red suit with tie, shirt, and shoes to mask. The only other color was the white mask, which curved like a beak at the nose.

“Scarlet macaw,” the vampire said, in a very unpleasantly familiar tone. “I look sexy in red, don’t I?”

Guillermo stumbled, and hurried to get his feet back in the right place. The vampire smirked and oh no, Guillermo knew that smirk. It didn’t matter that the magic in the mask made it impossible to register any physical features or the timbre of a voice, Guillermo could see the expression in his eyes and the cruel twist of his lips and knew he was talking to Simon the fucking Devious.

“I see you agree,” Simon gloated and why had the Baron invited him, what on earth was he thinking? Simon the Devious? Guillermo would rather spend his immortal eternity alone and unloved.

He tried to pull himself together, and gave Simon a bland smile as they took their places. All night, his dance partners had let him lead, or at least let him decide, but Simon did not. Guillermo couldn’t have been less surprised.

“You’ve come a long way,” Simon said. “From a nobody familiar to vampire royalty in one jump. Very impressive.”

“We’ve met before?” Guillermo said, as if he didn’t know. Simon was wearing heavy cologne that did not quite manage to hide the smell of old mold and wet stone.

“Oh yes. But no hints,” Simon purred. “That wouldn’t be fair. I will say, I always found you…enticing.”

Barf, Guillermo thought.

“I’ll never understand how your master kept his hands to himself all those years.”

Guillermo froze, which was unfortunate because they were in the middle of a turn and the lack of motion nearly slammed the two of them in the couple beside them.

“Something I said?” Simon asked, innocently.

Was Simon actually trying to seduce him or was he just fucking with him? Or was this yet another facet in some unnecessarily elaborate plot to get his hands on Laszlo’s hat? Or had Laszlo kept his hat last time? Unless Simon had managed to steal it since Nandor’s wedding—

Guillermo grabbed Simon’s hand and shoulder tightly and spun them both, picking up speed to match the rising beat of the song.

“I was distracted, trying to guess who you are. My master didn’t do a lot of socializing.”

“Can’t help you there, my sweet. I’d be breaking the rules.”

Simon’s free hand was just a little too far down Guillermo’s lower back. Not so low as to be improper, even by the incredibly lax vampiric standards, but low enough to make Guillermo uncomfortable.

“So what can you tell me about yourself?”

“Well, I am a very powerful vampire,” Simon said. Every single vampire Guillermo had talked to tonight had opened with that line. “I have my own followers.”

“Vampire or human?”

“Vampire.”

Guillermo made a noise of interest, and wondered why he was pretending to care. Maybe because it was someone he knew, even only vaguely. Grasping at a connection, however threadbare, to his old life.

“I own property.”

“Above or below ground?” Guillermo asked, innocently. Simon gave him a sharp look, but Guillermo—still innocent—elaborated “A crypt, maybe?”

“Something like that,” Simon said, mollified. “I’m a music buff—I consider myself a patron of the arts. I once ran a great music hall to which vampires from all over flocked to for dances and feasting.”

That was…certainly one way to describe a night club.

The song ended. Simon, still smirking, reached for Guillermo’s hand. The thought of Simon kissing him—even only the back of his hand—made Guillermo’s skin crawl. He had to do something, make a distraction, run—

As Simon began to bow, Guillermo noticed something odd about his hair. Not the color or the texture but the shape. Sort of squashed flat on the sides, like—

He grabbed Simon’s arm and looped his through it.

“Let’s get a drink,” he said, and led Simon off the dance floor. All around him he heard murmurs of surprise, even gasps of shock. This was a risk, a big one. If Guillermo was wrong, he’d have an even harder time getting away from Simon, but if he was right…

He hoped he was right.

Guillermo hurriedly picked up two goblets of blood and shoved one at Simon. Now Guillermo had a physical object to hold between them as a barrier. He took a long sip, very aware that they were the focus of a thousand sidelong glances. Quickly he risked a glance at the Baron, seated on the raised dais with Goëjlrm. The Baron gave him a not-as-subtle-as-he-probably-thought-it-was thumbs up.

Of course. This one he approves of.

“So, your outfit. A parrot, you said?”

“Scarlet macaw. Beautiful birds. Very red.”

“They have other colors too, don’t they? Yellow and blue, I think.”

“But mostly red,” Simon said, testily.

“It seems like it’s missing something,” Guillermo said. He took a slight step backwards, looking Simon up and down critically. “Some sort of accessory. Something to give it a little…” He waved a hand, “A little pizzazz.”

Simon squirmed and Guillermo felt a surge of hope.

“Well,” Simon said. “I have this hat…”

YES.

“It’s a bit of a giveaway…”

“Oh go on,” Guillermo urged, trying not to sound desperate. “Let me see! I bet you look very sexy in it.”

That did it. Simon half turned and snapped his fingers. Someone scuttled up bearing a hat. A hideous, malformed, fleshy hat made from genuine witch skin. Guillermo’s heart almost ached to see it. He wondered how Simon had managed to get it away from Laszlo this time. He wondered how long it had been since the hat got to go home.

We are not projecting onto a hat, knock it off, Guillermo told himself sternly.

He smiled encouragingly as Simon delicately set the hat on his head. He put his hands on his hips and gave Guillermo a triumphant smile.

“There,” he said, “what do you thi—”

There was a crack overhead as one of the marble cherubs decorating the top of the columns broke free. It fell like an anvil, smashing through the floor next to Simon and tearing open a hole in the wood. Everyone yelped and jumped back.

“Wow,” Simon said. “That was close.”

There was a creak. A groan. With an almighty crash, the wooden beam that had been shorn in half by the falling cherub gave way, tearing out the floor from underneath Simon and sending him tumbling into the darkness below.

The hat, which had hovered Looney Tunes style while Simon fell, slowly began to drift down. Guillermo caught it gently and held it with his palms flat under the brim. He heard wood groaning beneath his feet.

“Let’s see if we can’t get you back to Laszlo,” he murmured.

The wood stopped groaning.

The musicians had stopped at the first sound of falling masonry, now everyone had forgotten the dance in favor of crowding around the hole and peering in after Simon. Guillermo, with the expertise of a decade in service, melted backwards out of the press of vampires.

He paused by a familiar—one of many borrowed for the evening—and gingerly passed her the hat.

“Could you do me a favor, go and get a priority shipping box from UPS big enough for this and wrap it up? I’ll send it out when we get back to New Jersey. Behave,” he told the hat, which vibrated in something like a purr. “It’s okay,” he told the familiar. “It should cooperate, although I’d be really careful when you cross the street.”

She grimaced, but obediently hurried off.

Guillermo glanced around. The Baron had descended the stairs but halted at the foot, looking back and forth between the hole in the floor and Guillermo.

“He says he’s alright!” someone called.

There was a distant whumph, a slight tremor of the floorboards, and a thin trail of smoke rose from the hole.

“Uhh…”

The Baron strode quickly through the crowd towards the hole in the floor, and Guillermo made his escape. Along the nearest wall was a line of windowed doors, closed but unlocked, that led out to a large stone balcony. With one last check to ensure all attention was on Simon—or whatever was left of Simon—Guillermo slipped out and into the night.

The second he was outside, he felt better. It was cool and quiet and dark. The grounds of the manor spread out like a blanket before him, night blooming flowers filling the air with their perfume.

With a sigh, Guillermo crossed the wide expanse of the balcony, out of reach of the light spilling from the windows. He leaned against the balcony railing and turned his face to the wind. It felt good on his cheeks, but the mask stayed hot and uncomfortably tight around his eyes.

Guillermo reached up, intending to tear it off and toss it over the balcony into the decorative fountain below.

Someone cleared their throat.

Guillermo spun around. A man stood in the corner of the balcony, out of sight of the windows. When Guillermo said nothing, the stranger raised an awkward hand.

“Hello.”

“Hi,” Guillermo said, forcing a smile.

“I do not want to intrude, if you need to be alone,” the man said.

The fact that he asked was enough to make Guillermo hesitate. Nobody else had asked. They’d just been elbowing each other out of the way, a new mask popping up in front of him every time he turned.

Guillermo shrugged.

“It’s a public balcony.”

“And it is your time.” All the same, the man joined him at the balcony, though he kept a respectable distance between them. He was dressed in thick silk, dark green embroidered with miles of gold thread, and his mask curved down over his cheeks, leaving only his mouth and chin exposed.

“What’s your costume supposed to be?” Guillermo asked. The man looked down at himself.

“…a leaf,” he said, after a brief hesitation.

“Like a leaf insect?”

“…yes.”

“Ouch. That’s a tough one. You must have been pretty low on the invite list to get stuck with that.”

It sounded meaner than he meant it to, but the man nodded.

“Oh yes. Very, very low on the list. I am lucky to be here at all.”

“So what are you doing out here, instead of in there?”

The man stared through the windows, into the swirling mass of people.

“I do not like the way this was done,” he said.

“What? The ball? You don’t like the theme?”

“This does not seem like a good way to get to know someone. And you do not seem to be enjoying it. If a party is for you it should be a kind of party you like.” He glanced over at Guillermo. “Perhaps you are not used to all the attention, after being a familiar for so long?”

“It’s not the kind of attention I enjoy,” Guillermo said. Like a piece of meat for them to fight over. Like a prize to be won. He pushed it all away. “Have I met you before?”

“Why?” the man asked, and Guillermo swore he sounded nervous. “Do I seem familiar?”

“No,” Guillermo admitted. “I’m just curious. I’ve been trying to see if I can recognize people despite the masks.”

“You can’t,” the man said, and now he definitely sounded nervous.

“Can too. I recognized Simon the Devious in about two seconds.”

“Simon? The Baron invited Simon and not—” The man cut himself off, but was puffed up with indignation. Archly, he said, “I think it is very rude that he invited Simon and not your master or the other vampires you lived with as a familiar.”

“Well, Simon is the king of the Manhattan vampires—”

“He lives in a sewer!”

“—and the vampires I lived with are all married.”

That had been what the Baron said when Guillermo had–without much hope–asked if his friends could be invited. It wasn't why he'd wanted them to come, but he couldn't make the Baron understand. He’d given up before the Baron thought he could start inviting couples.

“Your master is not married.”

“Yes he is. I was at his wedding. I was turned at his wedding.” And hadn’t that just gone swimmingly.

“Your master is not married,” the man repeated. “Not anymore.”

“What?” Guillermo said with dismay. “Nobody told me! What happened? Since when?”

The man just shrugged, awkwardly. Guillermo slumped miserably against the banister. Was Nandor okay? Had it been a mutual split or Nandor’s idea or was his former master wallowing vampire depression with no one to pull him out?

What else was happening at the house he didn’t know about? What else was he missing?

Sorrow, thick and bitter rose up in his throat and he swallowed hard.

“I upset you,” the man said, sounding genuinely distressed.

“No, I’m fine! I’m fine, it’s just. Weird thinking about things going on without me. What should I call you?” he asked, to change the subject. “Since I can’t ask your real name.”

The man hesitated, but this time it was the hesitation of someone frantically trying to think of a name that sounded cool.

“Edward,” he blurted out, and Guillermo burst out laughing as ‘Edward’ cringed. “No, I changed my mind—”

“Too late! Edward it is. So, Edward, are you going to tell me about yourself?”

“No.”

“Really? You don’t want to tell me how cool you are, or how good you are at sex?”

“No. I am both of those things,” Edward hurried to add, “but I do not want to talk about them right now.”

“Alright, what do you want to talk about?”

“Nothing.”

Guillermo raised an eyebrow.

“You’re going to have a pretty hard time competing for my affection if you don’t give me anything to work with,” he said.

“I did not come here to do that either.”

Guillermo straightened up and shot Edward a puzzled look.

“So…why did you come?”

Edward was quiet for a moment. He lifted his hands, then hesitated and fiddled with the buttons on his robe.

“I wanted to see you.”

“Guillermo!”

He looked up, startled. Goëjlrm stood hunched in the doorway. The sire of all vampires, barely humanoid, should have looked absurd in the periwinkle blue suit jacket. And yet, Guillermo had to admit he was pulling it off.

“They are…looking…for you…” he rumbled.

“I needed some fresh air. Metaphorically. It’s stuffy in there,” Guillermo lied.

“Prey flees the hunt,” Goëjlrm said in what was, for him, a very dry tone. Guillermo smiled, humorlessly. The sire was very perceptive.

Suddenly, the sire lifted his head and sniffed deeply. He rumbled again, approvingly this time.

“Fresh air,” he repeated. Guillermo wondered if he was thinking of the centuries he had spent in that little room, locked away from the world. “Yes. You should stay here. I did not see you.”

With that, he lumbered away, his wing tugging the door shut behind him.

“You’d never guess, but he’s actually got a great sense of—Edward?” Guillermo looked around, but he was completely alone on the balcony. There was a scraping sound, leather on stone, and Guillermo looked over the edge. Edward was pressed flat against the wall of the story below.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Edward said, in a strained voice.

“You’re not supposed to be here, are you?” Guillermo exclaimed. “You weren’t actually invited! That’s why you’re out on the balcony, you can’t go in!”

Edward let go of the wall and floated up over the ledge to rejoin Guillermo.

“No,” he said, sounding embarrassed. “I was not invited.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to see you,” Edward repeated.

“You gate crashed the extremely exclusive private party being thrown by Baron Afanas, who is personally exempt from the ‘not killing other vampires’ rule, because you wanted to get a closer look at me?”

“I saw you a few months ago,” Edward said, staring at his feet. “You seemed…sad.”

“Sad, I’m not sad,” Guillermo said, trying not to sound defensive. “I’m doing great! I’m a vampire! And I’m not just a vampire, I’m the vampire. Everybody wants a piece of me.”

“I know. I thought maybe it would be nice for you to have someone around who didn’t.”

Guillermo said nothing. Very slowly he reached up and took his mask off. He stared at it. Midnight blue, trimmed in silver. Guillermo had wanted black and red, something dramatic, something bold, something all the things he’d been so afraid to be as a human. The Baron had said no, it wasn’t befitting a vampire of his position. He mustn’t be tacky.

And that was his death in a nutshell. There were expectations and rules and traditions, and it was fun to be important but he could never put it down. There were always standards he had to meet. The right people, the right parties, the right clothes.

He felt less like himself now than he ever had in his life.

“I want to go home,” he whispered.

“It is almost midnight,” Edward said, reassuringly. “The party will be over soon.”

Guillermo laughed bitterly and looked up at Edward. He couldn’t tell what color the man’s eyes were, but he could see that he was startled.

“And then go back to New Jersey? That’s not home,” Guillermo said. Edward’s eyes went wide, but Guillermo was suddenly tired of doing the expected. “I wanted to be a vampire, but I wanted to be a vampire in Staten Island; I wanted to be a vampire with my friends. I want to go home.”

“So why don’t you?”

Guillermo turned away, looking out over the garden. Why didn’t he? As if it was as easy as hopping on the train.

“I can’t. They wouldn’t take me back.”

“They would--!”

“You weren’t there,” Guillermo interrupted. “They couldn’t say they were mad, because the Baron was there, but I could tell. Nandor wouldn’t even look at me.” He swallowed hard and turned away, his eyes stinging. “If I’d known I’d have to leave, I would have…”

“Would you have said no to the offer?”

“…no,” Guillermo whispered. “But I would have asked to wait til after the wedding. And I would have told him differently.”

He would have broken it as gently as he could, not thrown it in Nandor’s face with triumph and defiance. Maybe then they could have found a way to still see each other. Guillermo could have explained that he’d come back someday. Guillermo could have explained that he never wanted to leave.

Guillermo would never be able to forget that sick, sinking feeling as Nandor patiently, emotionlessly explained that a fledgling vampire was expected to live with their sire, that Guillermo would have to leave with Baron Afanas. The helplessness as the Baron ushered him to the door, cheerfully telling him that there was a whole world of vampirism the Baron would show him, far away from this stuffy little house.

A large hand covered his and wrapped around it gently. He looked up into earnest eyes.

“No one lucky enough to be your friend could ever stay angry with you. Go back to Staten Island someday. You will see.” Edward squeezed Guillermo’s hand and let go.

Guillermo wanted to believe it. He wanted to believe it so much he thought his heart might start beating again with the emotion swelling in his chest.

“Why do you care if I’m sad?”

“You were a familiar. You wanted to be a vampire so very badly. I do not like the idea that you regret the choice.”

“I just wish my master had been the one to turn me.” Guillermo was only a little surprised to hear himself admit it to a total stranger. Edward talked to Guillermo like he cared about what he had to say. It felt safe to say things that mattered.

For a long moment, Edward was silent, his expression too hidden beneath the mask for Guillermo to read it. When the vampire finally spoke, his voice was soft and sad.

“I am sure your master feels the same. I would, if I were him.”

Music filled the air—the musicians had started up again. Guillermo could see people dancing again, and wondered if they’d given up trying to find him. The tune was lively and the melancholy of the moment eased from around their shoulders.

“Do you like to dance?” Edward asked. Guillermo gave him a crooked smile.

“Is that your way of asking me to dance with you?”

“No,” Edward said, very seriously. “I do not want to ask you to dance if you do not like to dance. That is why I asked if you liked it.”

“…yeah,” Guillermo said. “I like to dance.”

Edward bowed, a little stiffly, and held out his hand.

“May I have this dance, Guillermo de la Cruz?”

Guillermo smiled, and took his hand.

“You may.”

Guillermo let Edward lead. He waited for Edward to say something, to ask a question, to comment on the music, but he didn’t. They just danced, gliding back and forth in the moonlight, feet never crossing into the light of the windows.

“What are you thinking about?” Guillermo asked at last.

“I am trying to remember everything about this moment, so I will never forget. Even if I never see you again, I will have the memory.”

It should have been corny; it should have been over the top. It wasn’t even the most dramatic thing anyone had said to him this evening, but the simple, straightforward way Edward said it, the statement of fact, the genuine feeling behind it, took Guillermo’s breath away.

“Why do you care?” Guillermo asked.

“It is impossible not to care about you.”

“Who are you?”

But Edward said nothing. The song ended and another began, and still they danced. Guillermo stopped asking questions, and tried to memorize the moment the way Edward was. The hush of the night, the soft music, strong arms around him and eyes that drank him in as if he was the most fascinating thing they’d ever seen.

They were halfway through the third song when a bell rang out, cutting off the music and making them both jump.

“Midnight,” Guillermo said, and the bell tolled a single note.

One.

It rang again.

Two.

“I should go,” Edward said, but hesitantly. Guillermo grabbed his sleeve, heart aching at the sudden possibility that he might never see this man again.

“Don’t go,” Guillermo said. “I want to know who you are.”

“I was not invited, remember? I will be in trouble.”

It was a fair point. Guillermo didn’t want to imagine what the Baron might do to an interloper who had undermined his clever plan to get Guillermo a suitable partner. A thought occurred and he tightened his grip on Edward’s sleeve.

Three.

“Wait, wait—you know my vampires, right?” Guillermo thought he felt a tremor run through Edward, just for a moment.

“Yes…”

“Can you take them a message for me? Can you tell them that I miss them? And I’m sorry. And—and tell Nandor—tell him—”

Four.

“Tell him I didn’t want to go.”

Edward said nothing.

Five.

“You’ll tell them?”

“Yes.”

Six.

Abruptly, Edward’s hand tightened around his.

“There is something I must do, now, before it is too late.”

Seven.

Edward had gone tense all over, eyes wide, his grip almost painful.

Eight.

“If I do not do it now, I may never find the courage again.”

He leaned forward and kissed Guillermo.

Nine.

The kiss was unexpected, but Guillermo did not pull away. It was, for the first time since he’d been a human, something that felt like his own. A kiss with someone who didn’t care that Guillermo was the Baron’s progeny, just that he was happy. A kiss that expected nothing, asked for nothing but the chance to kiss him.

Ten.

Edward started to pull away but Guillermo followed him. He wanted this to last, this little thing that could be his, just his, with someone who wanted just him. A moment where he could pretend it had turned out the way he wanted it to, where he was a regular vampire being kissed by someone who loved him.

Eleven.

Guillermo was suddenly aware of the scratch of a beard against his skin, of a smell so familiar it was like a punch to the gut. His eyes flew open. He stared up in astonishment at ‘Edward’.

Twelve.

Inside the ballroom was laughter and shouting, some in good spirits and some furious, but on the balcony there was peace.

“I guess the clock is a little slow,” Nandor said, nervously. From behind the now unenchanted green mask, Nandor’s eyes were wary, the vampire bracing himself for Guillermo’s reaction.

There were so many things to say, so many questions to ask, but all that Guillermo could get out was

“I wanted it to be you.”

Two minutes later, when the Baron came storming out after his wayward progeny, all he found were two discarded masks, one blue and one green, sitting on the balcony railing. At that distance, only Goëjlrm could hear the fluttering of bat wings vanishing into the distance.

Later, when the offended rejects had been placated and tossed out and the last of the blood was being mopped off the floors, the Baron turned to Goëjlrm and said “He must realize he can do better.”

“Does not want better.”

#nandermo #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #wwdits #simon the devious #what we blog in the shadows

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🔮🩸🐺🦇🔪

🔮= coolest concept for a horror film you've seen?

Honestly, even though I still haven't seen It Follows (2014) the concept scares the absolute piss out of me and it's rad af. (But like. The obvious and personal answer is Annihilation (2018), even though I don't think "cool" is how I would describe it. More like deeply impactful.)

🩸= least favourite horror trope/cliche in your opinion?

I mean. Jumpscares lol? Mm. It's very situational. I guess I really don't care for the "OR IS IT????" type of ending very much. Very easy to make that either a cheap jumpscare or easy sequel-bait, and it often devalues the sacrifice of the protagonists. Like if you're gonna devalue it in that way, make it a plot point. Go hard like the ending of The Mist (2007) and be like "they did it all for nothing" but at least like, resolve it naturally in some way instead of being cheeky.

🐺= favourite type of horror movie monster?

Vampires. Because I'm horny. The Thing style meatflesh shapeshifters. Also because I'm horny.

🦇= favourite horror movie?

This is difficult since I rank movie favorites by hyperspecific genre (so like, favorite vampire horror movie, favorite slasher horror movie, favorite scifi horror movie). But I'm gonna go with The Thing (1982)? Probably a perfect movie. Every time I watch it I'm shocked at how smooth of a watch it is, how well the body horror and creeping paranoia is played, how it pulls you in a sticks you there the whole film. It has wet practical effects meat and Keith David. Can do no wrong.

🔪= who is your favourite horror villain/antagonist?

Tie between - Pinhead, because he's amazing. Sexy even. He's so calm and collected and well spoken and that really does something for the horror to me. And - Freddy, because heehee funnee toasted man do a goofy murder to the teenagers! He do a goofy murder so good! Look at the little creep go his arms are long and he's making a pizza! He's so awful I want to set him loose in a mall.

#horror #the dragoon diaries

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ep13: oh, the misogyny

wwx is finding a way to DISCREETLY get the formation to rest for lwj, who is walking on a broken leg, and still jc is like 'what the fuck did you do now' like damn jc he can't do anything right. makes that post about jc hero-worshipping wwx and copying what he does and idolizing him even funnier

wwx and jc gossiping about wlj is so mean. of course she can't carry a sword, she never learned how! she was a maid. they're clearly judging her for sleeping her way into a position of power, but I see you wen chao I know it's more on you than on her

wwx falling down/out of/off things. first of many!

this is a really pretty shot ngl the water is lovely

wlj being positioned as the jealous, spiteful mistress using her power to harm a Good Woman is so shitty. they both were treated (in this arc) as one-dimensional tools to support the arcs of the men around the. wlj I know the writing did you dirty but you will always be a legend to ME for miss 'ghosts don't exist'

interesting moment - it's actually lwj who steps in to defend mm with jzx. wwx looks like he wants to, but jc shakes his head and wwx ultimately stays put. it's cool to see lwj and wwx trade off scenes that establish them as willing to defy authority and risk attack for the sake of protecting the vulnerable. it makes their ideals and goals feel truly mutual and balanced rather than wwx coming in and inspiring lwj to have a moral code (as is sometimes interpreted by fans)

this fight scene is genuinely REALLY fun and well-crafted. jzx and lwj have some sick moves, as do jc and wwx

WEI WUXIAN ICONIC MOMENTS. god I love it when he points out the hypocrisy of the great sects and the cultivation world. why is this scene never talked about! it's literally one of the best from him in this arc

again a TRAGEDY that this significant moment between them chalks up to an angsty subplot for wwx and lwj later on. it's a fucking good aspect of their relationship and it does compel me like lwj drunk-branding himself is INSANE and I'll never get over it but the misogyny 😭

wwx shot three arrows at once and took out wlj and mm's two guards without hitting mm herself LEGEND

she is literally the only wen with an understanding of how politics work

FAMOUS LAST WORDS. my dude you just locked the teenager who's going to torture you to death in a cave with the weapon he's going to use to do it

this is literally such a fucking funny joke. slept on. also wwx does take serious situations seriously but he also sometimes does this. I don't even blame jc for being like 'are you serious right now'

YOU ARE BOTH SO USELESS. SCREAM

of COURSE mm is the one to slip and cut her hand and release blood to awaken the monster. of course it had to be her

I'd say that she deserved better but honestly after this her arc really rules and she's one of the few characters to get a happy ending so I can't be too mad

this scene is wild. lwj jumps in and THROWS wwx behind him like 20 ft

jc yelling at wwx to be careful and promising to come back. aw man

also WHY ARE THEY ALL LEAVING. wouldn't it be much easier to kill the false xuanwu if they stay and work together? I don't think wwx even expected lwj to stay with him. he was really ready to stay there and fight it off alone and maybe die in the process. he's unwell!

okay this has always bothered me. WHERE DOES HE FIND THE STICKS THEY ARE UNDERGROUND

that underrobe is so beautiful purely on an aesthetic level ugh he has such good taste. also I like that you can see his bare skin under it like HOW hot was that branding iron jfc

EVIDENCE!!!! EVIDENCE for my 'wwx is intimidated by lwj's earnestness and his fears around commitment/the strength of his own feelings cause him to avoid his feelings because getting too attached/too serious is scary for him even tho deep down he craves it'

wwx casually asserting getting scars/being injured as a...sexy and impressive sort of triumph of masculinity (?) as a young teenager vs. his devastated expression seeing lwj's scars as an adult. he has so much to learn

this translation is so weird. just say inedia?

#part 2 coming in a minute #literally 5 mins from the end ugh

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Official Blurb:

Dracula retold, with Jonathan as the object of the legendary vampire’s obsession. Engaged to his dear friend Mina, Jonathan Harker jumps at the chance to delay their wedding by accepting an assignment in far-off Transylvania. Jonathan loves Mina but not in the way a man should love a wife, for his true passion lies with the company of men, an illicit craving he can never indulge. Upon arriving in Transylvania to help the elusive Count Dracula purchase an estate in London, Jonathan makes some surprising if tantalizing discoveries. It seems his mysterious client has similar proclivities and encourages his male servants to explore their forbidden desires, all the while tempting Jonathan to partake. Carnal pleasure is not the only surprise awaiting him, however, as Dracula’s secrets are far deadlier than Jonathan ever imagined, and as alluring as his new master’s touch. A Delicious Descent is an MM horror retelling of Dracula, as part of the collaboration Monsters & Mayhem: An MM Horror Collection, adapting some of your favorite classic horror stories with an MM romance twist. Contains MM with sharing, MMM, and brief FF.

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supernatural s15e11 the gamblers (teleplay: meredith glynn, story: meredith glynn, davy perez)

so had an infuriating ep, a light (in theory) funny ep, so what's up with this possible alaska excursion. recap was full of a whole mess of things including some random class of angels i forget 2 seconds after hearing it

are they truly driving to alaska

reminds me of this tiktok i saw today of a guy from the uk who lives in the us now and had his mind obliterated when he just realized how close alaska is to russia

but wait, garth says road between barrow and kotzebue, which is nowhere near each other. kotzebue is ....

ok so driving 3800 miles - on a budget, as sam reminds dean - in their like... i'll be generous and say 12mpg impala. that's 316 gallons of fuel, one way. we'll say $3/gal? $950 gas one-way? sounds like any way you slice it, that's a lot of money

lol nic, please, drop it. it's just picking alaska is so wacky because it's so so far away from the rest of the US and it's so big and so sparsely populated

DEAN What can we get for, uh, $4.60? WAITRESS Um, a slice of pie and a cup of coffee? DEAN Two forks?

SAM A-A pool hall that makes you lucky or might kill you? I mean, it sounds like a demon or a witch or… DEAN Or it could be awesome. It’s pool. The- the- the game of champions, kings. My game. Hell, our game. How many honest-to-goodness great memories do we have hustling pool? SAM Yeah, because we had to. To eat. DEAN Okay, well, my point is, that if pool is the way we get our mojo back, then maybe we ain’t as screwed as thought.

but how good are they at pool under the chuck whammy.

day 2, still boggling over driving to alaska. also this whole thing reminds me of the poker playing for years thing from whatever, 5x07 let's get into it

DEAN Man, I’ve been slinging pool cues since before you were born. SAM What? When you were four? Really? What, between nap time and snack?

seen gifs of that one, classic. even knowing it was coming, made me laugh. sam's face, perfect

DEAN Look, we barely made it out of that monster fight club, okay? We need this. And you know it. Now, look, you’re better than me at pretty much everything, okay? That’s okay. I’m not mad. I’m proud. But I can wipe the floor with you when it comes to pool.

that's very sweet. i will take it

i don't even know what's going on with this little heart-eating jack sidequest for cas

Grigori were watcher angels, some of the first placed on Earth to watch and protect humanity. They were an elite unit that turned rogue and were thought to have been wiped out. However, a handful survived and hid on Earth, feeding off of human souls.

literally only appear in 2 episodes, this one and 10x20 - one thing i really got tired of (which i also understand because the show went on for so long with so many episodes) is just piling on random lore and creatures and weapons and devices and secret societies, etc.

having the pool playing sucking away luck from nice rando humans as opposed to the witch or whatever is kind of an interesting twist. a moral quandary!

the roman goddess of luck, ok. these are the episodes i watch and almost immediately forget :p

FORTUNA When I play someone, I get a read on them. And you… you’re just a beach read. Sexy, mm, but skimmable. DEAN Beach read? Lady, I’m Tolstoy.

cringe

JACK Fair? The last one I killed was pretending to be a doctor. Feeding on the souls of humans he was supposed to heal. You do it, too. Only you like children. KABAIEL Who told you that? JACK Death.

so billie yanked him out of the empty to go kill some bad guys? okayyy??? and eating the hearts because...??? laughed out loud when cas popped up to have a sword fight?? with the angel blade

i was on board with jack and my 3 dads and i feel like this should be heartwarming but i'm just 😐

dunno why this remote alaskan bar has jazz music as a theme but whatever. cheaper than licensed music :p (christopher lennertz and philip white on music this ep)

FORTUNA When you apes first climbed down from the trees, you didn’t pray to him. You prayed to the… the sun, the womb, the rain, and the stars. Well, at first, the creator was furious. How dare you not recognize his beneficence? But soon enough, he birthed us… Ra, Anu, Hera, Mixcoatl, all the rest. DEAN Why? FORTUNA Why? [scoffs] Why? To take the blame. Bad harvest? Stillborn child? Our bad. Not his. Plus, we made for epic stories. But his ego could only handle that for so long. Now he’s happy to behind whatever religion has the best syndication deal. While we survive on scraps in the wilderness.

feels like they're trying to finally wedge in an explanation to how the christian god is The god, by way of like oh no, he's just some generic creator and he's actually responsible for everything in all religions which just makes my head hurt if i think about it too long

FORTUNA You little minx. You got me talking. You’re good. SAM I learned from my brother.

there is a lot of cheesy dialogue this episode, i dunno what's going on

the people matter to me. to us. i cannot take this seriously :p

EVIE Because of you. She said she thought your kind had gone extinct. SAM Our kind? EVIE Heroes.

loll. whyyy. am i just being an ass again? so cheesy!

EVIE And, uh, she gave me a message. She said, “Don’t play his game. Make him play yours.”

okily dokily. whatever that means

awkwarrrd

sweet and weird, respectively

JACK Because if I don’t stay hidden, if I use my powers, my grandfather… he’ll know I’m back, and he’ll try and kill me… again. He’s afraid of me. And that’s why we had to wait. CAS Billie kept him hidden in the Empty until Chuck went off world. JACK She let me out when it was safe. DEAN Safe to what? Eat a bunch of angel hearts? JACK Safe to do what I have to. The hearts, they were just the beginning. They made me strong, but I-I’m not strong enough. I… If I do exactly what she says, if I follow her plan, then I’ll get stronger and… I’ll be able to kill God.

LOL ok, sure. to say this season has lost me would be an understatement. i know when i'm like this i'm gonna pick at every little thing, where i let things slide a bit more when i'm fully engaged. i regularly complain about the main plots but usually i'm still here for the character beats, but i'm having a hard time staying connected with even that at the moment

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 15x11 #meredith glynn #davy perez #spnwhinge

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liopleurodean · 1 year

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Season 4, Episode 18: The Monster At The End Of This Book

I have no idea what this episode is about but the episode title is a reference to my favorite book as a kid so I already know it's gonna be fun

Is that Chuck???

Hey, nice shirt

I would have fun in there

Oh my goodness

They really don't

Oh I already love this episode

Sam and Dean!

This is gold

Oh geez, not the romance novel cover

Sam knows

Dean's reading the Cassie one!

That's whack

Ends season 3, then

Sure

Oh, man

This was supposed to be a message to fans. Obviously it didn't work

I kinda want that poster

Dr Sexy 💀

Dean. Come on

That is so true

This is kind of awkward

We know, Dean

Of course not!

1967 Chevy Impala, baby!

Sam's birthday

174!

It's a tie: Ramblin' On, and Traveling Riverside Blues (both Led Zeppelin)

(yes I do know this episode now)

Dean is so over this

Yeah, he can tell

This is fun

The tribulations of a writer

Yeah, okay

Not possible

Not even close

I wish they were real

That's an oxymoron

Nope

Exactly

Right! Because it's actually them

Fair enough

*clears throat* well

Barely

Stop talking

Yeah

Please stop

Facts

Dean reads Vonnegut? Yeah, that tracks

Plot twist!

That would be wild

Okay, Dean

Nice

What is happening

Of course! Because Dean never likes it

Oh man

That's just weird

She's a demon, she can be what she wants

Passion, Dean.

Writers wish it was that easy

This is whack

Nice

Yeah, that's a pretty bad chapter

What happened to Baby?

Well that's not good

Something's not gonna let that happen

Yikes

Oh Dean, I'm sorry

What's that supposed to mean?

This is horrifying

This is sacrilege

Dean, no

I knew it. He would never

Ooh, not the only nice car in town

Hey what do the bedspreads look like?

Oh, Baby I'm sorry

Okay

I don't like this

Baby!

Ouch

Well crap

You have so little faith in your brother

Liar

Probably not

Ohhh

THE BAND-AIDS

BABY NOOOOOO

HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO YOU

Wow, thanks

Cas!

Mm, something like that

Cas reads it?

Like Metatron?

Oh, that's a scary thought

That- okay

Right

Well great

Come on, Team Free Will

THE BLANKETS MATCH

Sam.

There's 68 books now: they added 1 and 2 Winchester

We do! But you don't

You're being stupid, Sam

Is he praying?

Good for him

It really is

Something something free will

That is true

Probably blasphemy

That's not a good choice

Well that's foreboding

Dean's got a plan

Thanks Cas!

Yup!

Just roll with it

Yeah, that's fair

I think Dean would win

There she is

Worth a shot

Dang it

That's one way to put it

This isn't gonna end well

I don't know what she expected

7 billion

Ouch

Dang it, Sam

That explains it

That's fun

This is great

I honestly can't believe it worked

Yup

That's true

...Sam?

Interesting

That is unfortunately true

That's horrifying

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 4 episode 18 #the monster at the end of this book

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“I’m a man of fine tastes…” -Patrick “Kind of like Hannibal Lecter. Good to know.” -Skyler 😈DEVOURING SIN- a Rough Edges series (Book 3)😈 Preorders now available. Releases Jan 5th 2023 ☘️MM Thriller/Romance ☘️Hot, Steamy, Deadly ☘️Enemies to Lovers ☘️Damaged vs Damaged ☘️Fire, Fishnets, Hostile Blurb: Skyler (Sky) Teagan 28, damaged, burlesque dancer… that is when I’m not breaking into people’s houses or knocking them unconscious at dinner parties. I’ll be the first to admit it. I’m damaged. I have issues. I have a lot of pent-up anger and hostility, especially when it comes to bullies or guys who try and exert their dominance over me. Take this guy Patrick for instance. Yes, he may be a scary Irish thug with an eight-pack and muscles the size of my head, but I’m the expert gymnast who knocked him unconscious and left him tied naked to his bed. Patrick O'Maley 31, Irish, professional torturer… well, I prefer “Information Extractor”, sounds less brutish and medieval. Hey, it’s not my fault! When a child grows up knowing only pain and betrayal, can you really blame him when he grows up to become a monster? I like pain. I’m good at making people scream. Those unlucky enough to join me in my playroom, quickly discover that there are only two ways their visit will end; one with the loss of blood and broken bones, the other with the loss of their life. But when a secret I’ve kept hidden all these years, brings me to the City of Sin, I can’t help but face my greatest challenge; a feisty little burlesque dancer wearing a sexy mesh top and tight leather pants. Oh, don’t be fooled. Under that silky smooth skin and gorgeous blue eyes, lives a dangerous and vengeful predator. One just as damaged as me, and just as sexy. This is a MM thriller/romance filled with lots of heat, steam, violence, and revenge. #comingsoon #gaythriller #gaydarkromance #darkromance #gayromance #mmromance #matthewdante #gaybook #gaybookstagram #lgbtq🌈 #lgbtbooks #lgbtq #lgbtqia #devouringsin #kindle #booksofig #booksofinstagram #gaypride #queerauthors #mustread #saturdayreading https://www.instagram.com/p/CkuD6AgrTUy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Can you guys do a cowboy h check in since we got the snl pics!!! Hopefully some smut... please

Yes 😎 - D

“Fuck me.”

Y/N felt hot. There was no other way to describe it. Nothing got her going more than seeing her man out at work.

While Harry did tend to work a lot with the business aspect of the ranch now, he always filled in duties and when it meant working the field and herding the cows, that was no exception. Today though, it was lifting and putting the bales of hay up into the loft with a few of the ranch hands and Matt.

Her eyes were glazed as she sat on the fence, petting one of their older mates who wanted some attention. Harry always looked good, of course. But there was something about him taking off his flannel after hauling heavy stacks of hay up to the loft, sweat dripping down his face and body as he wiped it with the dry bit of his shirt that had him going.

A throb in between her thighs, watching as he leaned his head back and let the cool breeze wash over his body as he finally got a moment to rest. Her mouth watered as she watched his sweat damp hair be finger combed out of his face, a smile on his flushed cheeks as he laughed at some sort of joke being told. The bottle of water in her bag was the perfect excuse to get a better look.

Harry was hot and a bit out of it from the heat he raised, only realizing his pretty girl was coming over when the wind caught a bit of her sweet cherry blossom scent and waved it over. He could recognize it anywhere.

“‘Scuse me. Got to go see what my woman needs.” He murmured, getting a pat on the back as he walked towards the girl. She wore a blue checked sundress today, actually buying into the country look- and god if it didn’t get to him. “There y’are, gorgeous. What are you doin’ out here?” He asked as he approached. She had a bit of a look on her face though, almost like she was drunk? That had him a bit confused.

“Was just walking around. Saying hi to Cinnamon.” She nodded over to the mare. “Was gonna bring yoh a water cause....” her eyes dropped down his body, taking in the droplets of sweat and making her tongue wet. “Y’look like you need it.”

Sometimes he could be oblivious, Harry. He wasn’t unaware of the fact he was attractive. It just wasn’t in the forefront of his mind. It drove her absolutely mad. She felt... he had to know what he was doing. When he took off the cap and dropped his head back, drinking the water up quick and messy, greedy, she almost moaned. The water dripped down his slick chin and her poor cunt... her clit was already swelling and needy, her body soft and ready for the taking. He needed to touch her.

The water was finished and it was sure to say, so was she. Harry watched in a bit of confusion as she approached further, wanting to warm her that he was sweaty and probably not a joy to touch. But his mouth seemed to dry right back up as he watched her glazed over eyes and her hand grab his belt buckle, coming to rest her other hand on his slightly sticky chest.

“Do you know how insane you make me?” She whispered coyly. Their bodies shielded by the truck, she pushed for him to lean against it. “When y’walk around and look the way you do? When you.... sit there and look so fucking sexy doing all that hard work?” She asked, looking nearly frustrated now. Her hand left his belt and tugged his hand between her legs.

“Feel.” She pressed it up against the damp fabric. His mouth dropped open, brows shooting up in surprise after her behavior. They’d been adventurous before and all that. But he was completely taken off guard by her risky move. They’d talked about it but... seeing it happen in practice was something else.

He curled his fingers against the fabric feeling as it was soaked through and hot to the touch. “Did you....” he swallowed, dropping his voice. “Did you get this wet just from watching me work?” His question received a whimpered nod, hips moving slowly against his hand. It was quite a victory for him. He hasn’t done a thing and he had his girl worked up to bits.

His own cock began to thicken at the mere idea of it all. Her leaning against the fence and watching him, thinking about how he got just as sweaty during their more intense sex and how she was probably wanting to bite him.

“Mhm. Yes sir.” She whispered a “just... look so good like that. It’s so sexy when you get all sweaty m’your working, all your muscle and your scruff.... and you fucked me so, so good last night.... I wanted more.” She pressed a peck to the middle of his chest before laying her tongue flat. Licking the slightly salty skin, dragging it up to his neck and ending with a bite on the smooth expanse of it.

Harry groaned, his hand closing around her hair and taking it in a makeshift ponytail. He was about to crash his mouth back on to hers when he heard a call.

“We’re showering and heading to the bar. Meet you there?” It was Matt, and Harry could hear pickup’s starting.

“Yeah. See y’there!” He managed to keep his voice steady as he felt y/n’s mouth lick up behind his ear, his hand working between her legs on its own now and her nails digging slightly into his chest as she pressed herself into him.

As soon as he watched the last of the men roll away? He was tired of waiting. Opening the backseat of his truck, he climbed up and lifted her up with him. Manhandling her and making her straddle his lap.

She giggled, hands going for his belt and trying her best to yank it off before the zipper of his jeans was down.

“Need it. Need you to be inside of me, H. You’re so... fucking hot.” She whimpered, not even taking a moment to take off her panties. As soon as he was fished out of his pants, she began to rub the tip through her folds, tugging the fabric to the side.

“Just can’t help it, can you?” Harry laughed lowly as he felt her hot pussy against his cock. Being dragged through it and feeling it slick him up, it was heavenly. But not as much as when she sank down on him with little warning.

“Oh, fuck me” he moaned, leaning his head back against the glass of the window. The door was still open. It was sundown, meaning everyone was either gone or not in this barn, and he was thankful for it- though he truly wouldn’t give a fuck right now. Not when he was balls deep in his woman.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she rolled her hips. So full, so fucking deep and she was feeling what she had been craving. “Yes, yeah. This is what I needed, sir. Needed this thick fucking cock inside of me again. Once a day isn’t enough.” She was on a quite horny streak lately but he couldn’t ever complain about that. Instead, he smirked, sliding his hands under her dress and take control of her ass.

“Mm. I know it is, my dirty girl. I spend all day riding... and now you’re gonna be my pretty baby and ride me?” He cooed. “S’what I thought. Such a sweet cunt, swallows me up and let’s me stretch it out... go on.” He smacked her ass. “Let’s see it bounce.”

Harry when she rode him was something out of a book. She swore it. The attractive arrogance, the way he made her want to work for it and the pure, smug satisfaction he got from it only made her want to prove even more to him. The easy smirk he had on his face, the pleasure he would show he felt, it spurred her on to give him what he needed to fall apart.

She whined, breath hitching as she lifted up to slide back down. Both of them moaned at the feeling, their indecent act being covered by her dress skirt but the danger and thrill was still there. Open car door in the middle of the barn lot. The slick sound of her pussy sliding up and down on his length, their shuddery breaths and moans.

“That’s my good girl, darlin’. Take what you need from me. Ride me. Feels so good to be swallowed up by you.” He exhaled, watching her face as her mouth dropped open in pleasure. Going in and out of her, the little squelch of her slickness costing him and making the job easier. “Have such a greedy pussy.” He kissed her deep, murmuring against her mouth.

“Better believe it’s all mine. Property of H. Hm? My girl’s perfect pussy... and this ass.” He raised one brow and slipped his thumb between the cheeks, making the strangled moan escape her. “Mhm. No one knows my beautiful girl is so utterly filthy. S’why I love her so much.” He pressed the thumb into the rim, making her thighs shake a bit.

“Yeah.... see, that’s it. This is it. You’re riding me in the lot because you got all wet while I worked. Imagine what the people would say? Knowing that you’re a greedy, dirty girl? Wants the most filthy and indecent things.” He watched her as she nodded, leaning her forehead against his.

She was dirty. Y/N was a slut, she would say, but only for Harry. She loved being touched and fucked and used by him. He managed to check every one of her boxes and she was in love with him... so there was no reason not to be her filthiest self with him. It got her off though. Knowing Harry knew these things and got to be the one to experience them. His finger in her ass paired with the need and fullness she felt had her approaching her breaking point.

“Gonna cum. Gonna cum so hard, Sir. Please? Please, please. Can I?” She begged, fingers grabbing his wet hair as she began to fuck herself harder on his cock. The filthy sounds and the heat was getting to the both of them, her thighs sweaty and he could feel it on him. Their skin sticky and her cunt dripping around him, their appeal for both of them was getting to the end.

“Mhm. The first time.” He earned, eyes dark and full of promise. She had awoken the monster bit of him that was ready to go for a few rounds. “Cum for me.” Car sex hadn’t ever been so good. Not with her whimpers and tugging at his hair, this thumb in her ass and her cunt clenching up, sucking him over and over until- she came.

A squeal. She let out the most adorable, sexy squeal as her whole body shook. His jeans wet with her arousal, he held her down on his length as she rocked back and forth frantically to work herself through it, clit getting it’s friction and his thumb pressing in further to make her drop her head.

“Yes! Please please.... oh my god. M’cumming.” Her voice broke as she soaked him, clutching him and her cunt clenching up and keeping him locked in place. Having her sitting on him like this and shivering at the pleasure pulsing through her body only spurred him on more.

This was just the begging.

His hand worked down her back, kissing all over her head as he let her ride it out. It had taken everything in him not to cum the first time, just watching his girl bounce and her tits right in his face- but he had plans for her.

“There she is. My beautiful, good girl. Feels so good... did such an amazing job.” He soothed, letting her catch her breath. As soon as she calmed slightly, he took her mouth and kissed her deeply, tongue messily brushing hers and letting her feel his passion for her.

“Now.... want you over the hood of the pickup.”

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Hanamura Corp; a place known for legitimate business. Every employee including yourself was very capable of their job and it was wonderful to be a part of. But God was it fucking boring. Everyone there just ignored each other, did their job and clocked out once their shift was done and over with. With the exception of a few women you’d talk to around break time, The entire building was often so quiet you forgot other people worked there.

One thing that made your job a little bit exciting was the escapades that took place every Wednesday in the janitor’s closet. The janitor who worked mostly Wednesdays was quite possibly the most gorgeous man to walk those halls.

Ejiro Kirishima; a sweetheart who worked as a janitor here at Hanamura Corp for a few years now. What he was doing working as a janitor and as not a male model was a mystery.

He was tall; 6′11 to be exact, with long red hair he often had tied back in a messy bun, strands of his hair cheekily escaping from the sides. Not to mention his body. Eijiro was an absolute beast of a man; his entire body was ripped. His arms were gigantic and covered in tattoos. The women of the facility often gossiped about the ginormous janitor who came by their cubicles with a warm smile and a tip of his cap.

“God, he’s so sexy. I’d like to just jump his fucking bones.”

“I wonder what he’s like in bed. Probably an insatiable beast.”

“I just know his dick is huge. Fuck, I can only imagine.”

She guessed right. His dick is huge. How do you know that? Because you’re the one fucking him in the Janitor’s closet every so often. Every Wednesday when he worked, he’d walk past your cubicle and tap you on the shoulder. You’d turn and practically drool at the sight of him, knowing that in a few hours you’d be getting railed until you can hardly walk back to your desk. How this became so routine? Hell, you’ve long since forgotten. But who gives a fuck about the details?

“See you at noon?” He’d whisper in your ear, chuckling when you nod meekly. 12 o’clock was the time everyone usually took their lunch break which had proven to be the perfect time to get fucked on the job.

Once the clock struck 12, you slide your panties off under your desk and tuck them in your briefcase, a rule set by Kirishima to ensure that your cunt is exposed and ready for his filling. You walk towards the janitor’s closet; the one next to the women’s room and stand there to wait, awkwardly waving at the women who came out of the restroom with a weird stare. Suddenly the door opens and someone pulls you inside.

Finally. He kissed you hard, his big stern hands grabbing and caressing your ass as if he owned you and everything attached to you. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist when he lifts you and pins you against the cold steel supply shelf. “Miss me, gorgeous?” Kirishima asks, his lips ghosting over yours as he hikes your skirt up over your ass, biting his lip when he feels you’re completely bare underneath.

“You’re such a little slut for me, taking your panties off to come and get fucked in the janitor’s closet.” He starts kissing your neck, nibbling slightly to mark you just a little; he can’t help himself.

You’re already getting so hot, your slick pooling at his fingertips as they run along your folds. He stands you on your feet and turns you around, getting down on his knees to worship your ass. His hands slap each cheek firmly, causing you to flinch and lean into the wall, ass sticking out for him.

Before you can speak, his hands spread your ass apart, spitting onto your pussy. His tongue starts lapping up your slick folds as his hands squeeze your ass, your nails digging into your palms as you groan into your sleeves. You’re mewling so much you could swear someone could hear you, Kirishima’s thick fingers now sliding inside you while he stands on his feet.

“Gotta get that tight cunt ready for me, baby. You like that?” He huffs into your hair, pumping his fingers inside you at a slow pace. You nod as you back your hips into his hand, Kirishima grabbing one hip to keep you still.

“So eager. Stay still would, ya?” Kirishima taunts, speeding up his fingers as he smacked you ass to scold you. You yelp, the sting from the hit fading into blinding pleasure as he fingered you, your cunt squelching and making obscene noises as you feel your legs turn to pudding.

“Kiri I c-can’t, you’re gonna make me c-cum!” You whine, chewing on your bottom lip.

“That’s the idea. Mm, cum all over my fucking fingers.” He urged, his fingers diving deeper into your greedy walls, your cunt sucking him inside as you cum with a hard clench. Kirishima smirked and pulled his fingers out of you, sticking them into his mouth with a moan at your flavor.

“Good fuckin’ girl. On your knees.” He demands, pointing towards the floor. You obliged, moaning when you see him take his cock out of his uniform pants. Good lord, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing it in all its glory.

He was impossibly thick and long, prominent veins running along the shaft and a perfectly soft and spongey head; the one that kissed your cervix with every thrust. You open your mouth for him, tongue lolling out as he sticks his cock inside. Your lips wrap around him, moaning at the taste of his skin as you bob your head. Kirishima takes a fistful of your hair and fucks your throat, hissing when you gag and drool all over his cock. Your hands start grabbing at your breasts, unbuttoning your top to pull them outside of your bra.

“God, look at you..” Kirishima groans, you giggling when he pulls you off his cock with a lewd “pop” sound. “Such a dirty girl.” Kirishima takes his thick cock and slaps it against your wet lips, pressing between them to get your mouth open again. Sucking him off got you so wet; the sounds of slurping and gagging. All of his dirty words laced with pleasurable grunts stirred your insides as your cunt ached with need.

Every time his cock hit the back of your throat you moan, reaching your hand down to help relieve the ache in your core.

“Shit..” Eijiro moans at the state of you, a usually prim and proper business woman on her knees for him looking so fucking sloppy.

It was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, taking his hand to pinch and play with your nipples as you suckle on his dick head, taking it and slapping it against your tongue with a love struck look in your eye.

He burned that image of you in his mind, wanting to revisit this moment later when he was alone while bucking his hips to get you to wrap those soft lips around his cock again. Your fingers rub lazy circles on your swollen clit, moaning around his dick as he fucked your mouth.

“So fucking sexy, baby.” He hissed, pulling his cock from your lips and sitting on his haunches.

“C’mere.” He demands, slapping his thighs to get you to sit in his lap. You straddle his waist, his length resting on your slick cunt. He grinds your hips against his, the under side of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit with a groan. Kirishima lowers his hand and gives you the filling you’ve been craving all week, pressing his length against your weeping hole and pulling your hips down onto his length.

The dull stretch caused you to grab onto his shoulders and hold tight, bouncing on his cock slowly to adjust to his monster of a cock. It was all so delicious; Kiri running his thumb along your swollen bud with a satisfied grunt.

“Fuck, I’m cumming already, Eiji- shit!” You wail, breathy moans leaving your lips as he ruts his hips upwards, one of his big hands grabbing at your breast, the other rubbing your clit in soft circles.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby..” He groans, rolling your hips into his as his hands run along your soft ass, striking it harshly. You’re drooling into his shoulder, holding onto the shelf that contained cleaning supplies for good measure, trying to keep up with his movements. With all the shaking, all the cleaning products started toppling over, loud clangs of the metal shelf echoing through the small closet to mask your loud moans.

You both let out breathy half giggles, melting into each other’s bodies as Kirishima reached up to wrap your hair around his hand to yank it, attacking your now exposed neck with hot kisses and nibbles. He stands on his feet, fingers pressed into your ass to keep a tight grip on you as he lowered you onto his cock. You see stars as Eijiro picks you up and drops you onto his thick cock, scrambled sentences leaving your mouth as your mouth hangs open in bliss.

Kirishima kicks over a bucket, the stupid thing in his path as he pressed your bare back against the cold concrete wall. He rolls his hip into yours, lips wrapped around one of your nipples, nibbling lightly. Grunting and high pitched whines fill the closet, your bodies practically sticking together from the heat you both omitted. Tongues intertwined with each other, hands traveling along naked skin as he hit your g-spot over and over again in a blind rage.

“F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum for you, baby.” you squeal, toes curling so hard you feel a cramp coming on; Kirishima bucking into with more fervor as you both reach a climax.

“’M gonna cum inside you. Gonna make you my fuckin’ cum dump.” He huffed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head with every hit against your cervix.

You both grunt; Kirishima painting your insides white as he rests you both onto the floor, grinding his hips a few more times before pulling out his flaccid form. Your back laid flat on the cold floor, looking up at him with clouded eyes from all the tears you shed from your encounter. Sex with Kirishima made working at this stuffy place so much more worth it. As he looked down at you he helped fix your clothes, the timer on his watch beeping to signal it was time to get back to work.

“Ya know, we don’t have to wait to see each other once a week. I could fuck you like this every day, every night...” Eijiro said, wiping the sweat from your brow.

“Are you asking me out?” You tease, sitting up to button up your shirt.

“Depends.. are you saying yes?” He asks, raising his eyebrow as he adjusts his pants.

“Maybe.”

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