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27thswan · 5 months

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❝ 𝐤𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥. ❞ hsr x reader

synopsis. wake up to see him. just him. (+ scenarios bc i got distracted)

warnings. no real warnings, idrk too much about luka, i just used his wiki for my reference :x

author's notes. i wanna write dilf luka because in his wiki page it says he inspires people especially kids to dream big. i think that's so cute aa

pairings. dan heng, blade, jing yuan, luocha, welt yang, luka, caelus, gepard landau, arlan, sampo x gn!reader (seperately)

☆ dan heng

oh so like, he sometimes just doesn't sleep.

just no sleep at all, and could wake up just fine, but that was before you came along

sometimes just stays up looking at your cute sleeping expression.

and if you ever smile while sleeping, ohh you bet he's gonna be giggling and blushing

always wakes up before you if he ends up sleeping (he does end up sleeping, just as long as you sleep on his chest)

loves, and i mean LOVES to be the big spoon, but doesn't mind being in your embrace instead

but when he does wake up before you, just waits for like 20, maybe 30 minutes more just to see your pretty eyes open to his face

all he could do was watch your chest heave, your eyes still closed, still, your head was on his chest, dozing off. and all his thoughts could say was how lucky he was, to be so close to someone, as close as this, so close, they trust him while they're vulnerable, but being able to be vulnerable around someone is a way to open up your heart, and he's so glad he did for you.

☆ blade

always just ends up finding you stranded on the couch of your shared room, wearing one of his clothes, or atleast a blanket over you

but, he doesn't mind carrying you to your guys' bedroom, might slip a bit cuz he admires you while going there, just gets a tinsy bit distracted

just so lowkey in love with your warm embrace, hands wrapped around his middle, while he just watches you, watches you doze, and all he can do is fall in love a little more

when its time for him to go in the morning, his heart breaks a little, cuz ik he wants to stay with you for a bit longer, just to feel your head next to his neck

kinda scared you'll hear his loud heartbeat, and it goes slightly faster each minute, just knowing his beloved is asleep on him

just seeing your resting face, while your legs entangle with each other. just watching you cuddle closer to him. and he just wants to let this last forever, but he knows he has to go sooner or later. just brushing the hair off your face, just cupping your face so he can kiss both your cheeks, then your nose, all the way back to the clichè peck on the lips.

☆ jing yuan

sometimes, he isn't early when he comes back home from work, sometimes he isn't even there, but when he is, he feels insanely bad, for always leaving you just waiting for him

but on the days he can come home to see your beautiful face, it's always in the nights, not always but, when he's that busy, it's usually him coming back home in night time.

yes. yes. big thumbs up. he missed you so much. especially misses your arms wrapped around him, and his head on yours, just the both of you

RAAA THIS MAN CANNOT COOK FOR HIS LIFE. so please, cook for him instead, he will buy you one of those 'kiss the chef' aprons.

i just know you, yanqing, and him, are so family like when together, but yanqing isn't there and stuff, or when he's in his own room sleeping after you've tucked him into bed, jing yuan likes to take you into his arms, without your little thirdwheel

but even if yanqing often thirdwheeled on you guys, it becomes more like a family spending time together, and it isn't like his presence is disliked, but he does and will say ew when you and jing yuan kiss

he never minded carrying you up to your shared master bedroom in his mansion, he never minded cuddling with you either. having himself in your embrace for even just a night is more than a blessing to him, and he can't help but turn a little red, "one day, i'll marry you, just have to find the perfect ring." holding you a bit closer than before. and maybe closer than he should be. but, he's sure you won't mind.

☆ luocha

OOO he's such a romantic sweetheart with it.. smooth as hell. like i know bro tries his best to come home to you every night. and makes sure when he does come home from those long ahh expeditions, he comes home with souvenirs, and arms wide open ready to be welcomed by your usual hug and ready to embrace your warmth.

but you weren't.. there? oh! there you are! asleep on the couch, and asleep on usually what would be him, but now replaced by a pillow, and covered by a fluffy blanket he brought home from the xianzhou luofu.

yes yes yes. please. hug this man like he's gonna go away again tomorrow, his love language is physical touch, and maybe quality time. loves it when you're the one tying the tie on his suit before he goes out on those long expeditions again.

he probably breaks down sometimes mid-hug cuz thats just how much he missed you, and missed that warmth that always comforted him.

his eyes open up, open up to see the pretty face that always made him feel at home, the pretty face that always made sure he was okay after adventures, expeditions, his job, the pretty face that always asked if he needed anything, if he needed help, if he ever wanted you to tag along those deathly expeditions. the pretty face that he always ended up kissing at the end of the day, the pretty face he's learned to love so dearly.

☆ welt

wow so, i think personally he'd be on the express almost 24/7 with you, and if not on the express, it's out on a trailblazing mission together with him, and the little devil trio (march 7th, dan heng, and trailblazer), just a family going out doing family things!

will always be by your side 24/7, not as busy as the others, and would take you out shopping too!

oh but he's just like dan heng, can go many nights without rest, its what he's been accustomed to for so long, for so long on those trailblazing mission that required him to be awake all night and day.

whenever you guys kiss, he sometimes smiles while you do. like you can feel it too, and it's just something he does.

probably holds both of your hands when you both smooch, cuz he just is a sweetheart like that.

just like luocha, a romantic sweetheart, if he isn't holding your hands, his hands are around your waist, probably 1 arm around your waist, and 1 cupping your cheek

while finding out what planet is next to set you and your trailblazing adventures on with him and the little devil trio, he likes to let you rest, head on his lap, while his jacket covers you from the chilly atmosphere, himeko watching from afar, just laughing at how corny you both are. but she's glad she was the one to help you both together.

☆ luka

now i know i don't know much about him at the moment, but i like a challenge!!

he probably likes it way better if you cuddle him, probably loves physical touch a lot too.

but when it isn't you cuddling him, he'll definitely would be so willing to just take you in his arms, and playing with your hair till you fall asleep, probably falls asleep too

good, great, another great man with great hand placement, if that's a thing, cuz he knows where to put his arms, where to put his hand, where you're comfortable with him touching, and he remembers to just sooooothe you with words

i just know this man is good with words, especially when it comes to praise

just praise and praise and praise, no end, because that's how much he really loves you

he may not always be home, but he wants to take you out as much as he can, and as long as that's what you want too!

probably bumped into you so hard the first time you both met you fell into his arms

having someone as amazing as you in his arms, he felt like it wasn't even real. sometimes all he could think about was what if he never bumped into you? oh but.. who cares anymore, you both are together now. he can't help but say so unconsciously out loud, 'i can't believe, how just a few months ago, i struggled to find the words to talk to you, and now you're in my arms, willingly this time.' slowly he fell asleep too, but he didn't know you were still half awake, but more than ready to sleep after what he just said <3

☆ caelus

emotionally intelligent sweetheart, tries his best to make you as comfortable as possible, even in bed, even just while you both are cuddling and such

good hand placement, but is a bit shy when he does have his arms around your middle

prefers that you kind of face him, the feeling that you're in his arms, and your breath near his neck, makes him feel safe, and happy, that you're still there, in his arms.

whenever he was with you, when you were in his arms, it felt like his body could really just breathe

kinda just likes to nuzzle his head next to that little space near your neck

his hair is real fluffy, believe me that little raccoon doesn't take care of his hair as often, its just genetics

he always liked it like this, ever since he fell for you, he kind of dreamed about this, and now it's really a dream come true, just him in your arms, where no hell can disturb what heaven he's in right now. just you and him, no one else, and that's why he feels so comforted with you. it feels like.. he finally has a home.

☆ gepard

another shy, yet romantic sweetheart, but he'd totally be new to all things romantic, so, guide him yk?

would also prefer if he cuddled you more than you cuddling him, probably cups your cheek while he does too, atleast while you sleep

kind of talks to you while you sleep, he knows that you could and could also not be sleeping, but in the end he never really cared, sometimes he just wanted to tell you things that he couldn't while you were awake

like how much he wishes to say i love you, but doesn't know how to express it, and at night he recalls words that he thinks could describe his love for you

sometimes it's just so indescribable, he just stops in the middle of saying stuff to look at you

really really likes it when you hold him close, or when he can hold you closer

'from just passing by each other in the street, to being in my bed. hah.' he whispered to himself, smiling at your sleeping face, cupping your cheek to kiss your temple. just admiring all your features, everything about you was so perfect, he still wonders how someone like him got to get with someone as amazing as you. the longer he looked, the more his eyes started to slowly close. until finally, he's asleep, while your legs intertwine, he holds your hand too, just so happy to be with you. what a fever dream.

☆ arlan

wow, how did he get with you? is his main question, from just being a friend of a friend, to becoming this close, so close that your hands touch, your legs intertwine, that his lips could be on yours? just.. wow.

kind of touch-starved, i know it. got to know him through asta, no other answer. asta would be so supportive of you both too, probably the one who help set the both of you up!!

anyway, he's just so.. starstruck? you really went on dates with him, and held his hand, and kissed his cheek.. hahajsdsamkd

just goes absolutely haywire when he realizes that in the morning that you're right next to him, like oh okay.. WAIT???!?!?!?!

i just know he wakes up early, like almost too early, and just stares at you for an hour, maybe falls asleep again in that hour, but he does just look at how beautiful you look

lowkey overthinks, but he's just happy to be right there, next to you, just blushes at the thought, and blushes when he feels you on his chest

how did it go from not knowing your name, and you being on his chest. always and everyday thanks his friend, asta, for introducing you to him. doesn't know what would've happened to him by now if she didn't.. would he still be wondering what your name was? would he still be alone in bed, with nothing but thoughts he has to respond to otherwise he'd- well.. it's best to just not think about that, and instead enjoy your presence, he has to leave in a bit for work, he just is so much more thankful than he ever was than before.

☆ sampo

big tease, like you can't look me in the eyes and tell me he isn't a tease about it

he'd be so big on physical touch though, like yeah he knows his way with words but c'mon.. he looks like he'd carry you while hugging you, like when people carry the other person when they hug into the air? yeah he'd do that

he has a habit of carrying you around your house, especially at night then plops you down on the bed just to like deep dive hug you, idk how to describe it but he dives into the bed and transitions that into cuddling, somehow

just caresses your hair alot, like while you rest your head on his chest or something, his hand is fidgeting with your hair

even though like uh, he may not show that you know, or atleast in a serious way, he really loves the way you look, the way you act, when he falls for someone, he FALLS, like believe me (pls)

sure he may be a little teasing shit with nicknames and stuff, and constantly making you flustered

like trust me as soon as he saw you bro fell, and fell harder, that's all i'm gonna say

oh and bro can cook, like cook amazingly good, for some reason, could be a bit ooc, for this, but i like to think he can cook really well, and he'd cook millions of kinds of food, just to impress you

just as he looks to his side, to see his little love dove asleep, turning off the tv, so that you could sleep in silence. he tried his best to always word out how much he loved you, but sometimes you just think he was just joking around. he always hopes deep down inside that, you knew he wasn't joking, that he meant every word, even the words that one day he'd put a ring on your finger, and he'd the only man to do so, because you'd be with him forever, he just.. can't help but fall asleep too, and with that last thought, he brushes the stray strands of hair off your face, to kiss both of your cheeks, and finally rest too.

malewife sampo real no joke no cap no shot no way

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aphroditesswan · 8 months

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i’ll never smile again

until i smile at you.

honkai star rail men x gn!reader

warnings : implied age gap implied in welt’s bc i <3 older men (daddy issues.) but not much other than that??

summary : the hsr me accidentally send you a message that you weren’t supposed to see

genre : fluff, crack

notes : for my fav requester <33 also THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE i’ll do the women later bc duh but 🙏🙏 also pt 2 will have luocha, luka, jing yuan and sampo

Caelus

*seen*

oh fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK. this is bad. this is absolutely terrible. what was he supposed to do?? he just confessed his feelings for you through text on accident and you SAW IT. he’s screwed. he immediately starts typing, completely focused on his phone

(that wasn’t for you. sorry.)

fuck. that’s even worse. he felt someone yank him back by his collar, looking up from his phone to see Dan Heng pulling up from slamming face first into a pole as they walked through a mystery planet while you were still on the train.

little did he know you were giggling on the other end of the screen at the video March had just sent you of the Trailblazer himself.

Dan Heng

he finalized his message, just a small, very corny and cheesy prompt for everything he wished to tell you. out of habit he pressed send. wait… HE PRESSED SEND?? oh no. oh nonononono. he was positively doomed. you weren’t supposed to see that. you weren’t supposed to know yet. he rose from his seat on the floor, pacing around his room anxiously. you hadn’t seen it yet, and for once he thanked whatever god was watching over him for march’s distractive nature.

(i’m sorry, that wasn’t meant to be sent.) he didn’t think that was enough. it couldn’t have been enough.

(if you’d like, i could revise it and tell you in person. whenever you’re ready, of course.)

and sent. now he just hopes he’ll have enough bravery in him to get the words out.

Welt

he wasn’t one to type things out. or to text in the first place. you were much better with new technology than him, you grew up around it. he sadly did not. although the knew how to type, and maybe sending something sweet through the tech you were so familiar with, he’d have a better chance of impressing you. enough to win your heart, he was hopeful. just a small, maybe rather large, message declaring his feelings for you. you’d think it was nothing too special since you’re so young and pretty, you’re bound to attract the attention of so many people. and well, out of habit, he sent it. he kept his calm, slightly panicking but deciding to play it off.

(i apologize if this came on a bit too strong.)

he was embarrassed, yes, but whatever happens shall happen. the only thing he can do now is hope for the best outcome. oh, and plan a first date.

Blade

he had been typing away on his phone for quite some time now, turning away from you and kafka any and every time either of you tried to take a small peek. sadly, neither of you were able to see and silver wolf had bigger fish to fry (aka beating a boss on a new game she got). you decided to give up, ultimately planning to seem uninterested and bored so that he’d let his guard down and kafka or you could take a peek at what he was so focused on. however, that time never came. you got a small ding on your phone right before a choked up grunt from blade. you shoot him a weird look before slowly turning your head toward your pocket and looking at your phone. a message from blade? how odd. just as you were about to open the message, he snatched your phone right out of your hands with a glare. “hey! what gives? asshole.” you exclaim turns into a mutter as he taps quickly on your phone, throwing it back to you as he turned it off swiftly. “there.” he muttered and turned away, leaving you confused as ever. he’s most certainly not ready yet, and kafka who’s been smirking in the corner knows that better than anyone as she “tsk” at blade.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 3 months

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MY PERSONAL HC's about when you and Hanma fuck (bc ppl seem to like to disagree with things that have no real hold, in this reality anyway - if you don't agree with it or like it, then probably stop reading it 😉)

A/N ::: Currently expanding my men dicktionary. And we're on H now.

C/W ::: Lots of hitting, slapping, rough sex all around? Ideas anyway. MDNI under the cut, please.

罪罰

You don't know what it is, but you want to slap him around. His cock, his balls, his ass and his face. You kinda just want to hurt the guy. This also sits well with him because he's got a fighter's heart and just loves the idea of sharing that part of him with you as well. He really likes it when you dig your nails into his back or his chest. Depending on who is riding who that round.

He lowkey likes it when you slap him. He likes the look you get in your eyes right before you smack him across the face. He's learned to detect it a few seconds before it happens. But he just can't seem to dodge out of the way fast enough. Darn.

He talked you into getting 罪 (SIN) and 罰 (PUNISHMENT) tattooed on your ass cheeks, too (each one the opposite side as his hands - he feels closer to you when he can see them on your booty) . He likes to fuck you from behind and watch them jiggle around while you're bouncin' back on him.

You learn shibari so you can tie him up and hang him from the rafters in your garage (don't worry, it's a finished garage. heater. fridge. microwave. the works.) and torture his naked ass for however long you both can keep up with it. You don't want to venture into that part yet. You're self-conscious about your body and don't like the idea of not being able to cover yourself at a moment's notice. (Despite Hanma's constant reassurance that you're beautiful to him and 'that's all that fuckin' matters'.)

He learns to tolerate you playing with just the head of his cock. But sometimes it goes too far and he cums without your explicit permission.

Uh-oh.

That sort of things calls for a major ass whoopin'. He's so red and welt-y by the time you're done with the paddle against his pale skin.

But he still won't let an apology slip passed his kiss swollen lips. That leads you to believe that all the crying out and calling you a crazy bitch is just for show. But you like the intensity of it.

You lick his asshole one night without telling him first. He clenched his cheeks together so fast he almost caught your nose.

2 weeks later, though? Hanma was asking if you'd "do that thing with your tongue on his hole again."

Of course you say yes.

You sketch out and have something built that would essentially box him in. But it would be made out of open wire so you could stick your fingers/mouth/tongue/toys through it and get to him.He is more excited about it than you thought he'd be, which makes you really giddy about having full control.

The longer you two are together, the more physical things get. Not violent, per se, but you both definitely get off on poppin' the other a few times.

Your friends have commented on mysterious bruises that you both show up with at the next gathering or dinner you all meet up for.

Hanma just looks over at you, puts his huge hand on your thigh, gives you a couple of squeezes, and kisses your cheek.

"I ran into her fist, but I'm fine. Really."

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autisticlancemcclain · 10 months

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fic rec friday 33

welcome to the thirty-third fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Rose-Colored Boy by melancholymango

“I missed you, you know.”

“Yeah?” Lance sighed, warm and giddy, clearly not absorbing how serious the words truly were. Keith nodded his head for a few seconds, not trusting himself to speak around the size of his emotions. He was suddenly brought back to the years alone on the whale, when all he’d had to keep him going was memories of his friends, of Lance.

“Yeah.” Keith said, more certainty in his voice now. He reached down, hesitantly threading his fingers through Lance’s and giving his hand a squeeze. Lance tensed next to him. “I still do.”

“I mean, I’m right here.”

“Are you? You still seem pretty far away.”

again i know im not really big on those fics that make the team out to be deliberately cruel, but sometimes its cathartic tbh. sometimes you remember canon and ur just like yeah what if he got angry. what if someone got angry for him. what then. and mango gives us that

2. Swamp of Sorrows by SwissArmyKnife

Pike gets exposed to acidic ooze, which leads Block (& Keith) to make a few discoveries about their party’s rogue.

“We can't leave them like this,” Meklavar said of Valayun and Pike, who’d been laid beside the fire. "Look at how bad those welts are." She came up with a bottle of oil and a cake of soap. "I can smell water nearby. We can get them washed and roll them in a blanket to sleep off the spore. What do you think?"

"I think it's our only choice," Takashi said.

monsters and mana fic!!!!! everybody say YES to righteous anger on pike’s behalf. and also say yes to pike bc i love him. this fic is interesting bc its a little tense and awkward bc this ragtag team of misfits doesnt quite trust each other yet but they also cant quite stop themselves from caring about each other. so even though they dont all agree on eveyrthing and dont agree about all, they do agree that pike needs more care than he got. also unrelated but the fact that shiro’s m&m name is fucking takashi kills me every time like man just wants to be himself 💀

3. Beneath the Champagne Sea by SwissArmyKnife

The paladins make a diplomatic visit to a planet with sexual dimorphism roughly opposite that of Earth. Women are larger and more powerful, while men are leaner and smaller. Cue their horror at gaunt, sickly Pidge and mild disgust with the ’womanly’ Shiro. Lance hits the sweet spot. He's got the build and features to draw the eyes and the charm to keep them. Their hosts are quite taken with him, in particular the daughter of the queen, whose forwardness is a comic reversal of Lance’s usual dynamic with women. Lance likes the attention and finds her intriguing, but eventually things take a discomforting turn.

Lance tried to step around her, wanting to walk away from a conversation that seemed less and less likely to end well, but Leh’n seized his wrist before he could. Her grip was tight, and freeing himself would require an act of aggression, which he still wanted to avoid. ‘Think of the mission, of how important it is to get the castle up and running again,’ he coached himself.

Still, that did nothing to stop his blood pressure from skyrocketing as Leh’n leaned closer and said. “I am not accustomed to reluctance.”

i swear to god that ive recced this before, but i couldnt find it in my records so here it is!! this fic is endlessly fascinating. the exploration of gender roles is super interesting, considering who is impacted in this fic and how. the discussion about beauty standards, power imbalances, the alien wrench in things was so cool! and i think lance, who is very much someone who rides that gender lines in terms of presentation of hobbies and even chracter traits, makes sense as the main character here. interesting think piece.

4. you had me at merlot by @ryomakun

“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you'd expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

this fic is HILARIOUS. its one of the firsts i ever screenshotted for the scrapbook i have of fics that made me laugh out loud. i offer you this one part that really made me giggle:

““It tastes good,” Keith says petulantly as he glares at the accusing finger Hunk has pointed at him. “No offense Hunk but that stuff you gave me for my twenty-first tasted like feet and antiseptic.”

“That was a merlot,” Hunk wails. “The good kind, too!”

Ignoring them, Lance stands in front of the rum selection. This is why he didn’t want to bring anyone. They might call him loud and embarrassing, but at least he doesn’t yell inside WalMart about the virtues of a “real red wine.” An elderly couple passes through, eying the bickering three. Lance resolutely pretends he is here shopping by himself.“

the way they are so ridiculous that LANCE of all people is embarrassed of them...cinema. also this fic is peak bc it has klance as enemies to lovers and childhood friends to lovers at the same time. iconique

5. Flayed by @admiralcanthackett

Lance gets hit with a face full of spores and it leaves him wracked with pain. Touch is the only relief he can find.

yes i know i tag this author all the time but in my defense there was a point in my life where i was OBSESSED with faer fics. truly. anyways this one has unexpectedly protective keith, like to a very high degree, and im loving the heavy themes of trust and emotional as well as physical vulnerability

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#pretty varied this week tbh!!#anyways #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #team as family #lance & hunk #established klance #enemies to lovers #fic rec #fic rec friday #langts #monsters & mana

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idyllic-affections · 4 months

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hii :3 please ignore the fact it's. essentially my 3rd ask in a row and enjoy my 1am rambles LOL

i realized hsr and genshin are both comforts for me but also in different ways. like hsr is just,, i'm so into the story and all of the adventures and characters are so cool and i just want more of it and it just makes me excited and happy! (also welt. i love him lots but that's a separate thing LOL) like yes! gimme more!!

meanwhile genshin is just so- magical, and colorful, and maybe there's serious stuff happening in the quests but the world still manages to stay cozy and welcoming. maybe even a little bit nostalgic; and for me personally i feel like that the strongest in mondstadt, it's still probably my favorite region, it just feels so cozy and homely? i so look forward to every mondstadt event oh my HAHA it really feels like coming home sometimes

(funny stupid little fact. i'm scared of inazuma still. when i first started playing i did NOT feel safe there at all so if i was doing something here i'd teleport back to mondstadt before exiting the game to feel safer LMAO)

anyway my point is! i lied there's no point i just like the worlds and characters in both games a whole lot they bring me comfort in slightly different ways and i'm too sleepy to describe that properly rn hi HASBD

ACTUALLY NO HOLD ON IT'S LIKE

in hsr i wanna visit these different worlds and planets and spaceships and go on these epic adventures with the astral express crew; in genshin i wanna explore and enjoy the views, hang out with my favorite characters and while i don't mind a bit of an epic adventure every now and then i mostly want to enjoy the coziness

NO ITS OK i love asks 🫶🫶🫶🫶

AND HONESTLY THIS IS SO REAL genshin is for the vibes, hsr is for the adventure. i want soft and cozy comfort from my genshin blorbos. i want my hsr blorbos to throw me onto a random planet and tell me "good luck fixing their problems" LMAO /hj /lh

so, fun fact: inazuma gives me a migraine every time i try to explore there 💔 it was and still is my absolute least favorite region. the constant thunder and lightning is so migraine-inducing. i can't deal with that place RAHH i very much dislike sumeru (ONLY in the exploration aspect--i love the story and the characters <3) but i would go there ANY DAY over inazuma...... my raiden is at like. level 70, and i have no intentions of raising her any further bc of inazuma farming 👍

#aphelion replies: moots 🌸#liyue mond & fontaine supremacy 💥💥💥💥#fontaine exploration <3 liyue exploration <3 mond exploration <3

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crystalflygeo · 1 year

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jhgvcxcvbhjklkjhgfc CRYS!!! have you started playing honkai star rail??? the game is pretty good so far!

though ofc, while the characters are hot, zhongli is still the only one for my heart. *looks nervously at jing yuan* yep, totally not simping for another character.

please, li i still love you i swear-

LISTEN I-

I started playing on launch day and I like it I do but I haven't touched it since I just don't have the TIME ;w; genshin has absolute priority and managing 2 accs takes too much time (also why I haven't writen ueueue OTL)

ngl I first got interested bc of March 7th

then I saw Jing Yuan and I was like. him. yes.

when I started playing I saw all the ladies are SO PRETTYY??? HELLO???

and then I saw Welt was there and........ 👀 s-sir? daddy? Welt gives me Zhongli vibes, hot college professor vibes sazxdfcghbjkml oh no I might start simping ;o; sorry zhongli I still love you more but woof woof bark bark

#his cn VA is the same as Zhongli's too soooo #hmmmmm that voice #why is welt so attractive why am I falling for old men //HIT #I WILL KEEP PLAYING I SWEAR IT'S JUST ;w; I knew this would happen aaaaaaaaa #but I liked the game and the character designs are ASTOUNDING #also like all the models and expressions look so good? wow #aine friend

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vennilavee · 3 years

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pink matter

pairing: levi x reader- grad school/boxer au (set in 2:58 AM//bare knuckles universe) summary: it’s levi’s birthday and you’re his present. word count: 4052 warnings: smoking (shisha), smut in the form of: oral (f receiving), fingering, grinding, oc is lowkey a pillow princess, oc cries (bc levi’s stroke game is too good), edging, spitting (dont @ me). 18+ !!!! a/n: ummm what can i say other than...happy birthday to my mans. and yes i listened to pink matter by frank ocean on repeat while writing this

Levi and birthdays were a tricky thing- he stubbornly refused to do anything over the top every year that you’d known him. His birthday celebrations have almost always been something that his friends have planned, or for the past few years, they’ve been celebrations that you have planned. His birthday fell during winter break, but this year neither of you were heading home. He was staying on campus for his internship and you were staying on campus to apply for jobs and give Levi company.

Besides, your family’s home wasn’t far from campus anyway.

He had had a boxing match earlier in the week, and had come out relatively unscathed with a few still healing bruises and welts over his knuckles. Despite your many attempts to dissuade him from underground boxing, none of them worked. He was good at it, great even, and he made more money underground boxing than he could ever hope to make at his internship. Besides, he had promised you that he was almost ready to quit.

You refused to let him splurge on you the way you knew he wanted to. If he was going to hurt himself to save up money for his mother, then every penny of his boxing money would go towards that.

Levi could splurge on you later, as you often reminded him when it was late at night and he would voice to you how you deserve more. You scoffed at him, telling him that he knew you better than that. Besides, his kisses, his touch, his time was worth more than anything. Him coming back to you unscathed was worth more than a pretty piece of jewelry.

That didn’t stop him from getting you a beautiful gold necklace for your birthday. He needed to get you at least one thing for you to show off. You had protested immediately- you were both struggling for money, to make ends meet as graduate students. But he had silenced you- “Let me treat you just this once.”

And you couldn’t argue with that.

So today, you choose to keep Levi’s birthday lowkey, just how he prefers it. Just you and him. He’s spending most of the day at his internship, and then will be meeting Erwin and Hange for a quick drink. And then he’ll be having dinner with you.

He had asked you several times if you had wanted to join him for drinks, but you waved him off. Telling him to spend time with his friends, and that you’d go to his apartment once he came back.

Levi had kissed you goodbye in the morning, letting you linger over his chapped lips for a few minutes longer.

You’re satisfied in letting him leave in the morning, as you had woken him up early with a birthday blowjob. The rest can wait until after he comes home.

You had given instructions to Erwin and Hange to keep Levi with them for as long as they could. After all, you had to finish baking the mini lemon tarts you wanted to make for Levi, make dinner, and get ready.

You were going to wear your baby pink satin-y dress. The one with thin straps. The one that Levi loved on you.

Anticipation floods through you as minutes tick by. You were multitasking- rolling dough, chopping meat, green chilis and vegetables up for the jiaozi and noodles that you wanted to make for dinner while checking the oven. Levi had given you his mother’s recipe for jiaozi, and you were eager to try it out.

Hopefully it came out as good as his mom’s.

You'd told Levi you’d be heading back to your own place to tidy up and fix up your resume, but really you had just snuck back into his apartment to start cooking with the spare key he had given you.

His kitchen smells wonderful and spicy mixed with sweet. A thin layer of sweat pools over your brow as you make sure that the broth is just right and the tarts aren’t too overdone. You’d even bought wine and whiskey- the wine mainly for you, and the whiskey for him.

Once the dough has rested for long enough, you add soy sauce, rice wine, salt and pepper to the meat and mix it. Then, you cut the dough into thin slices and add the meat filling to it. Before wetting the dough and folding the edges, you pull the tarts out of the oven.

Maybe you had prepared the tarts too early. Oh well, that’s okay.

You cook the jiaozi and pan-fry them, satisfied at the golden brown, crispy texture of them.

You make several servings of spicy Szechuan chili garlic noodles, to save as leftovers for tomorrow. You love noodles, and chili garlic noodles are one of Levi’s favorites.

Perfect. You still have around forty minutes left to get ready. If you move quickly, that’s all you’d need.

The small dining table in Levi’s extended kitchen is set with two plates, a glass of whiskey for Levi and a glass of red wine for you. You had strung more pink fairy lights around his living room and kitchen, giving the walls a faint, romantic glow.

Not that Levi knows what’s awaiting him. He’s not even expecting you in his apartment, but when he fumbles with the keys and sees the pink glow washing over his walls he knows you’ve been by.

But then he sees you sitting on the couch in his favorite baby pink dress with your legs crossed and a soft smile. You swirl your glass of wine at him expectantly, before setting it on the coffee table and greeting him at the door.

“Hey,” You murmur, smoothing out the wrinkles of his shirt with your hands, “Welcome home.”

Levi can’t take his eyes off of the red of your lips. He plants his hands over your hips, drawing you in closer to him. He traces over the curve of your jaw, eyeing the necklace sitting nice and pretty at the base of your throat. Levi dips his head to kiss your clavicle easily.

“Hey,” Levi drawls, “You all pretty for me?”

“No,” You roll your eyes, “‘M all pretty for me. You’re just an added bonus.”

“Even on my birthday?”

“Shut up,” You laugh, swatting his shoulder, “Go wash up. I made you something.”

Levi palms and smacks your ass generously, swallowing your soft sigh with his lips before ducking out to wash his hands. You watch him walk away from you, enjoying the way his dress shirt clings to his narrow waist and his broad shoulders. You ring your own hands in slight nervousness, hoping that he enjoys the food you prepared for him.

You know he will. But still, you like compliments and you’re not above admitting that.

You refill your wine glass, nearly jumping when Levi wraps his arms around your waist. His hands are warm against your belly, sending a bolt of desire through your spine.

“Started drinkin’ without me?” He murmurs, voice low in your ear.

“No,” You shake your head, “I had a glass as I was cooking. That doesn’t count.”

Levi’s hand slips up the slit of your dress, squeezing your thighs and trailing up your leg. “You made us dinner?”

“And dessert,” You mumble with a nod, turning in his arms and gesturing to the dinner table. Levi’s eyes soften when he sees the set up of the dinner table- two neatly prepared plates with steaming food. How had he not smelled it when he walked in?

Probably because he was too taken with the scent of your perfume.

“It’s not much,” You mumble shyly, “But-”

Levi cuts your words off with a searing kiss, pulling you into his chest and cradling your neck. “It’s everything, angel,” Levi says, pressing his forehead to yours, “You’re everything.”

Your painted lips split into a bashful smile, and you push his hair out of his eyes to press a kiss to his forehead. “Happy birthday, baby.”

Levi kisses you again in gratitude, soft and chaste. His hands are rough over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. He takes your hand and seats you in his lap in one swift movement, shifting you until you fit within the crevices of his chest.

You reach over for your plate and glass of wine, waiting for him to take the first bite of jiaozi. His eyes widen in appreciation, a soft hum coming from his chest.

“Tastes so good,” Levi murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder.

“Really?” You perk up, turning to look at him, “It was my first time, I wasn’t sure if I got them quite right-”

“Really,” Levi says, “Thank you for this.”

“Just wanted to do somethin’ nice for you,” You shrug, unable to stop the smile from spreading, “You deserve it, baby.”

Levi hooks his chin over your shoulder, patting your thigh to wordlessly tell you to eat with him. After a few bites, you admit-

“You’re right, I did do a good job,” You giggle, the noise almost high pitched with the addition of wine. Levi tugs your hand into his, admiring the soft lilac color of your nails as he takes a generous sip of his whiskey.

“You did,” Levi trails off flatly, nosing at your neck. You both finish your plates quietly with gratuitous sips of wine and whiskey in between respectively. The soft material of your dress is always within Levi’s touch- he loves this dress on you because it only just ghosts over the nearly hidden lines and curves of your body.

He thinks it makes you look ethereal.

By the time you finish your plates off, you’re feeling the effects of wine curling in your limbs. Making you a little more affectionate than normal, not wanting to let go of Levi’s hand. Always touching him, somehow.

Levi puts your plates away and washes them quickly as you box up the food for leftovers for tomorrow. “Hey, guess what,” You murmur, “I packed the bowl for us-”

You gesture to the living room, where your pink and purple hookah sits tall and pretty next to the coffee table. Your hookah has been your trusty friend for the last few years, and you had even introduced Levi to it. Your hookah has now made a home in Levi’s apartment as well. Even though you had taught him how to use it, he had slowly become the one to pack the shisha into the bowl whenever you both wanted to smoke and clean the water out.

You claimed that the shisha would stain your nails. He had rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. You were such a princess, but you were his princess.

“Oh wow, is it a special occasion?” He says dryly, with the arch of his eyebrow.

“It’s just some guy’s birthday,” You reply without missing a beat, earning yourself a squeeze of your ass. You sit next to him on the couch, legs tucked under you and give him the hookah pipe to take the first pull.

He blows the soft tuft of smoke above your head before taking a deeper pull. A larger cloud of smoke floats out of his mouth. You’re mesmerized by the shape of his lips and the way he holds the clear plastic pink pipe in between his long fingers.

Levi wordlessly hands you the pipe after a few pulls. You lean against his shoulder and thread your fingers through his as you take a few generous pulls. Smoking from your hookah has become something of a stress relief for both of you- sometimes you ended your nights with a nice pack and just sat with each other. It was a good way to wind down after long days and long nights.

It was a habit you knew you might be growing too old for, but you’ll deal with that later.

You start to feel a little lightheaded, a little tipsy and give Levi the pipe back. “Did you have a good day today?” You ask softly, cradling his cheek with your hand.

He hums, “Wish they were paying me more at the internship. But I’m here now.”

You understand his unspoken words- I’m happy to be here now.

“We’ll be okay soon, Levi,” You promise, “We’ll be outta here soon, baby.”

But for tonight, he only wants to think about you. Levi only wants to think about you, you in this pretty dress, you all pretty in his arms. So he puts the pipe on the table and drops the coal from the bowl, ignoring your noise of protest. Levi pulls you into his lap hastily, hands tight over your hips and wandering down to your ass.

“You should suck my cock,” Levi says bluntly, “It’s my birthday, after all.”

He’s only joking- really, he likes seeing the way you pout and protest at him. Like the princess that you are. “Levi,” You whine, “I did this morning, and I can’t get on my knees in this dress…”

“You’re right,” Levi muses, fingers tracing your sides, “This dress is too nice for you to ruin.”

“It’s your favorite dress,” You say. You’re proud of yourself and Levi finds it endearing. Levi draws you even closer and lays you over the couch with your back flat. He clasps the hem of the tight skirt of your dress and hikes it up to your waist and allows his fingers to graze the softness of your inner thighs.

Fingers instantly thread through his dark, silky hair, tugging at his scalp. He groans into your skin, eyes fluttering at the feeling. Levi draws himself up over your body, slipping the thin, pink straps of your dress off of your shoulders and dropping kisses along the column of your neck. You tilt your neck to the side in your hazy stupor, giving him an eyeful of your glowing skin.

You’re so pretty.

Levi kisses the spot behind your ear, the spot that never fails to make you sigh his name airily. He’s intoxicated by you, the sweet smell of your perfume mixed with his cologne clinging to your skin and wrapping you both in a pink bubble. Levi cradles your face with his hand, drawing your eyes towards him.

You leave him a little breathless- far more breathless than after a difficult boxing match. None of that has anything on the way you blink at him with hearts dotted in your eyes, or the way your lips are swollen from his kisses. And especially not the way you trace the hard planes of his chest with gentle calls of his name.

His eyes are blazing, adoration stamped in his grey irises. Levi ducks his head for a sharp kiss, drawing a loud whimper out of you when he puts a little pressure over your neck. He squeezes a little harder when you whine impatiently and lock your legs around his narrow waist.

His angel in pink is just full of surprises.

Levi could kiss you for hours, the soft, wet feel of your red lips against his is something he wants to drown in. He’s certain your red lipstick stains his skin, but he pays it no mind. He knows you’ll get a kick out of it, but right now, you’re only focused on peeling him out of his shirt. You toss his dress shirt on the other side of the couch, where it lands on the armchair unassumingly.

Levi hisses when your lips brush over freshly healed bruises on his chest, but he doesn’t mind the slight sting. Levi firmly pushes you back towards the couch, an excited gasp ripping from your throat.

You like it when he shows off his strength for you. Specifically, when he manhandles you a little bit.

“Be good,” Levi murmurs raspily, taking your curious hands in his, “You gonna be my good girl? It’s my birthday…”

You nod instantly, eager to please, “Y-yes. ‘M your good girl…”

“Then keep your hands to yourself, angel,” Levi says and you pout at him. But you listen, struggling not to touch him.

Levi pushes the top of your dress down and unclasps your lacy black bra in quick succession, your tits spilling out easily. Your entire body pulses when his lips plaster over your chest, his lips sucking and tongue soothing as he slides down your body.

He looks up at you from in between your legs, pleased when your eyes are hooded. You’re doing your best to listen to him, to not touch him. Just because he said so and you want to be good for him. Levi hooks his hands around your hips, pulling you flush against his face.

You buck your hips towards him and hope he doesn’t notice. He does, but says nothing, only pushing the skirt of your dress higher up on your waist. Leaving your legs bare and your clothed pussy in front of him for him to devour. Levi dots your thighs in kisses before his head disappears in between your legs and rubs his thumb over your clothed clit. He presses a kiss there and you shudder, wanting to run your hands through his hair.

But you keep your hands to yourself.

Levi hums when he finally peels your panties off and puts them in the pocket of his pants, not wanting them to get dirty. You choke at the action, feeling your face heat up. Levi spreads your legs apart, hiking them over his shoulders and licks your core teasingly. His tongue is so wet and warm that you can’t help but buck your hips for more with a whine. You tighten your thighs around his head as he gathers your wetness with his thumb and circles your clit in the same motion.

You grip the sofa cushions in an attempt to ground yourself. Your thighs tremble at the first swipe of his tongue over your folds and when he continues to circle your clit. Levi sucks your clit and pushes a finger into your dripping pussy, and you let out a strangled sort of noise. He pumps you a few strokes, your walls already clenching around his finger.

And then he just stops. You whine in annoyance, your brow furrowed and your lips pursed together in a pout. He only smirks at you wickedly, adding another finger into you and holding still. You try to fuck yourself on his fingers, but he won’t have that.

“Thought you were gonna be my good girl,” Levi murmurs, palm flat against your hip.

“Mmm-please, baby,” You mumble, eyes beginning to fill with unshed tears, “I love you, please touch me-”

“Alright, angel,” Levi acquiesces easily. He only wants to please you, wants to maybe see you cry on his cock, come apart with his hand wrapped around your pretty throat. “You know I love you.”

Your eyes light up at that, pout dissolving into a soft smile. Levi kisses your thigh once more and dips his head in between your legs. You move your foot so it’s flat against Levi’s back for more leverage, letting out a loud moan when his tongue presses into your pussy. You rock your hips into his face, nearly choking at the sight of his dark hair in between your legs.

You don’t even realize how lewdly you’re calling his name, as he grinds his tongue into you as if you’re the sweetest honey he’s ever had.

Which you are. Because you’re his angel. You do well with being obedient, not allowing your hands to graze any part of him. So he looks up from in between your legs, your wetness dribbling down his chin and gives you a look that makes your pussy flutter.

“Good girl,” Levi murmurs and ducks his head down once more. The soft praise shoots straight down your spine and Levi tastes it. He threads his fingers through yours and you gasp at his touch, squeezing greedily.

“You feel so good, Levi,” You babble, “Love you, I love you so much-”

You cut yourself off with a wretched moan when Levi presses his tongue flat against your pussy and strokes you with two long fingers in you. Levi knows when you’re close, when your thighs begin to tremble and when you start babbling to him as you are now.

He pumps you slowly, alternating between slow and fast as you gush for him on his tongue. Levi groans in between your legs, the sound reverberating through you and he eagerly laps up another wave of wetness.

“Look at you, angel,” Levi murmurs, pulling his tongue away to play with your clit as he presses kisses on your inner thighs.

“Yours, ‘m yours,” You slur, “Please, baby, make me cum, I’m so close…”

And since you asked so nicely, the lilt of your voice coated with silky adoration for him and him only, he presses his tongue to your pussy once more. Your back arches instantly, thighs beginning to quiver when he sucks your clit and presses two fingers into you again.

“Levi, baby, please,” You beg with tears gathering in the corner of your eyes and dropping down your cheeks, “Love your mouth, love you so much. Wanna be with you always, wanna give you everything…”

God, he loves you so much. The way your eyes water when you’re close, the way you wrap around him perfectly like this. There’s nothing that can compare to your softness meshing with all of his rough edges.

“Cum, baby,” Levi murmurs hoarsely, scissoring his fingers inside of you. He shifts so that he’s over your frame, his fingers still inside of you and kisses you harshly. You taste yourself on his lips, moaning into his mouth. You don’t have the strength to pull away as your orgasm is within reach once more. You clench desperately around his fingers before he’s about to slide down your body again but you stop him.

“N-no,” You mumble, “Kiss me, want you to kiss me.” You yank him down to you, pushing your lips to his impatiently as you rock into his fingers. You look up at him with your lips parted and with heated cheeks, as he rubs your clit with his thumb.

“C’mon angel, cum for me,” Levi says, a soft demand. The headiness of his voice and his blown out eyes make your toes curl. With another few rubs of your clit with his thumb, stars explode behind your eyelids, your heart is about to beat right out of your chest and Levi holds you steady as you ride out your high.

Levi slides down your body to lap up your wetness and you close your legs instinctively from oversensitivity. Your thighs jump at his sudden touch over your clit and you try to shove him away but he pulls off of you himself, hovering above you and settling in your arms.

You give him a dazed, happy smile. Levi licks his lips, letting saliva gather on his tongue and presses his thumb to your chin.

“Open, angel,” He breathes. When you part your lips eagerly, red lipstick long smudged, he drops a ball of spit onto your waiting tongue and watches the bob of your throat as you swallow eagerly. Levi kisses you, coating your bottom lip with spit, just the way you like.

You grin at him, a little messy, a little in love. Levi’s cock jumps as he looks at you below him.

“You’re messy,” Levi says fondly, cradling your cheek.

“You like me messy,” You wink at him and wrap your legs around his waist to push him down to your chest. He rests his weight on top of you and you can feel the hard press of his cock against your thigh. You grind into him teasingly, lightly scratching at his undercut.

“I made dessert for you,” You say forlornly, “Made lemon tarts. With blackberries on top.”

“Lemme have you on top and then we’ll eat your tarts,” Levi says, earning himself a smack to the chest.

Levi carries you to his bedroom after that, and you don’t end up eating the lemon tarts until most of the city has fallen asleep and flurries begin to come down from the sky.

tags: @simpingmaize @captainchrisstan @alrightberries @bbygrgu @phen0l

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi x you #snk x reader #aot x reader

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ka-za-ri · 4 years

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Personal Assistant Pt. 6

Oh wow, y’all still here? The filth hasn’t driven you away yet? Well, that’s good to hear bc we’re about to get real nasty up in here. Taglist at the end.

Part 1: here Part 2: here Part 3: here Part 4: here Part 5: here Part 7: here Crossposted to Ao3: here

Pairing: Barbatos x Reader Lucifer x Diavolo x Reader Wordcount: 5,300 ish Genre: Dirty, filthy smut Tags: Multiple Orgasms, Demon sex, Rough sex, Endless sex, Size Kink, Double Penetration, Double Vaginal Penetration, Mirror Sex, threesome Summary: An emergency arises and you must leave the office to assist a sister company in dire need.

Business Trip

The best time to break a human was after they had been lulled into a sense of false security.

Lucifer was oddly gentle the following weeks after having shared you with Diavolo. His demands felt less taxing on your body whenever he asked you to service him. He seemed to be more open to expressing how good you made him feel; and that fact alone made your heart sing. It gave your body time to recover from how roughly you were taken that night. Even after a whole weekend of rest, he could tell there was a bit of a limp in your gait.

The attraction you felt towards him continued to intensify when you noticed just how gentle of a lover he could be when he wanted to be. You were so used to being pushed to your limits every week that the momentary break in how you were treated left you feeling so appreciated by him. Even if it was just an illusion; you wanted to just believe he cared.

You fell into a lull of comfort, expecting love making and not just a fuck out of him. His recent behavior had shown you that he was capable of having feelings for you. Or, at least that was what you had assumed. With your thoughts being clouded by your emotions, you deluded yourself into thinking that he was doting on you because he loved you as much as you loved him.

If only you knew he was only biding his time until you were in the perfect state to break.

Emergencies never happened in the office. Not when Lucifer was in charge at least. So, when you got into work one day and he was angrily speaking to someone on the phone, you knew something major had happened. You waited patiently for him to finish before asking what happened and if there was any way you could help.

“I need you to go somewhere for me. Consider it to be a business trip. ” He said, irritation clear in his voice. “It’ll only be for a day or two.”

“Of course, where will I be going?”

“Diavolo’s office.” He stated bluntly. Lucifer took a few deep breaths to soothe his temper before continuing. “Something’s happened to his own assistant and he’s too booked to handle the issue.” He heaved a sigh and shrugged. “You’re the only one we can trust to help in this situation.”

You blinked, not sure how to decipher his words. Figuring it would be best to take it at face value; you moved to start packing things up for a business trip. Your mind reeled at possible hidden meanings and the intentions behind his request. You had never left his side before. Whatever was going on, it must have been a major issue to put both their reputations at risk. Nothing like this had happened before; so, you were rather lost in regards as to what to bring with you. In the end, you settled for a notepad and some pens. If Devilgram’s offices were anything like yours, they would be well equipped for you to do managerial duties without issue.

“I have a ride arranged for you already. It should take a few hours to get to the office with traffic the way it is. Diavolo will fill you in on what you need to do.” Lucifer’s composure had returned and he gently ushered you to the elevator. “I’ll come get you later after hours. Just don’t disappoint me.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He walked with you all the way to the black company car that was waiting in the parking garage for you. “Ah... “ he stopped you right before you went in. “Remember, you represent me. So be sure to do your best, no matter what.”

“Yes, Lucifer. I’ll make you proud.” You reassured, getting into the car and preparing for the long ride through congested city traffic.

If there was one way to describe Diavolo’s office, it would be: chaotic. As soon as you walked in, there was a flurry of papers being shuffled, a loud curse followed by an equally loud laugh and the sound of something solid being kicked. Diavolo appeared behind what looked like a mountain of paperwork, sheepishly running his hand through his hair. “Oh, you’re here early. Good.” He started walking you to a separate corner of his office, talking a mile a minute.

“So, my assistant is going through… some personal problems right now. Normally, I can help him through that, but they’ve scheduled me for a whole day of video conferences so I can’t do anything about it. And you know… how demons get when they… you know…” Diavolo visibly blushed, trying to get the words out. He stopped in front of an enclosure, his hand resting on the handle while he tried to figure out how to explain his situation to you.

“I… Don’t understand…” You admitted, confused about what he was trying to hint at.

“Oh?” His eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hairline in surprise. “So, Lucifer hasn’t explained anything to you about what my assistant is going through?”

“No… this morning was rather rushed in trying to get me here as soon as possible.”

“Oh, well… come on in, let me explain it to you properly.”

As soon as the door swung open, you could hear the sounds of someone desperately whining. Your eyes followed the sound until they lit upon a young man… no, a demon curled up on one of the plush couches of the lounge, completely naked and writhing around. His teal hair plastered to his flushed face, he was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He glanced up to the two of you, his eyes glazed over; it was almost as if he was staring right through you. Your eyes trailed down his body and stopped at his cock and you could feel yourself heat up, unable to tear your eyes away at its unique shape. Okay, note to self, no two demon dicks look the same…

“So, this is Barbatos.” Diavolo’s voice cut through your trance. “He’s my assistant, and normally he’d have this under control; but things happen.” The large man shrugged. “Demons go through a rather intense hormonal surge called a rut once every few decades or so. Sometimes they can feel it coming, other times, it’ll hit them like a truck. You can guess what happened this time.”

“Ah… the latter.” You said, nodding slightly, finally able to move on from staring at Barbatos’ cock and notice his tail swishing back and forth in agitation. It was quite a sight to take in. You could only assume what Diavolo was about to ask of you; but you wanted to hear it from him instead of coming to conclusions on your own.

“I can normally let him just ride this out, but we’ve got some really important meetings coming up this week that he has to attend, so you’re going to need to help take the edge off…” His hand rested on your shoulder. “If I didn’t have so many calls to take care of today, I wouldn’t have needed to call you over.”

Barbatos whined again from where he laid, tears streaked down his face as he looked at you, pleading with his eyes. “Please… help…”

Taking pity on his unfortunate situation, you took a tentative step forward, surprisingly calm for having such a giant bomb of information dropped on you. You reached out to him, gently pushing away his hair and he hissed at the contact, grabbing your hand and pulling you in for a deep, hungry kiss. The delicate horns on his head scratched your face, leaving long welts across your cheek.

“Well, I think you have an idea of what you gotta do. My meeting starts in a few minutes so I gotta jet. I’ll check up on you when I get a chance to!” Diavolo’s tone was frustratingly chipper as he made his leave. “Oh, and don’t worry about making too much noise. I’ve jinxed this room to be soundproof.” He reassured before he closed the door and left you alone with his assistant.

“I’m sorry…” Barbatos said in between his heavy pants. His taloned hands tore your clothes to shreds, his hormones taking control of his actions as he forcibly removed what you wore. You panicked; thinking about how you were going to get back with nothing on you. However, your worries had no place in a situation like this, especially when you felt Barbatos’ cock pressed against your thigh and he hissed in need, rolling his hips to meet yours.

You took another look at it, before taking it in your hand, following its twisted pattern from the base to tapered tip. It vaguely reminded you of a narwhal’s horn in how the muscles twisted together in a spiral to the tip which freely dripped cum. You ran your thumb across the tip, earning you a loud moan, Barbatos arched up, begging to be touched. His whole body was so sensitive from the rut that anything you did sent him deeper into a state of need.

Your skirt and panties were the next things to be ripped off of you, leaving you as naked as he was. He wasted no time in positioning you above him and slamming you down on his cock; letting out a guttural moan when he was balls deep in you. With the way he was shaped, he drilled into you easily, sliding in and out of your slick folds. Despite his delicate frame, he was strong, controlling the pace by holding your body right where he wanted it and brutally thrusting into you.

The ridges of his cock rubbed inside of you, making you gasp and moan. You felt yourself teetering and about to fall but something stopped you from doing so. His long tail tightly wrapped itself around your thigh, helping you stay stable. The demon beneath you looked at you with such heated hunger in your eyes, you felt yourself shiver, the pleasure his cock was giving you driven by his hormones served to heighten your own arousal.

You shouted in surprise when you felt something probing at your asshole. Looking behind you, you noticed the tip of his long tail caressing your ass crack and probe tentatively at the tight hole there. You looked back at Barbatos and saw how glazed over his eyes were from finally getting some relief. He was acting on pure primal instinct, taking everything he needed to end the onslaught of desire that coursed through his veins.

The tip of his tail coated itself in your essence that liberally flowed down your thighs before it went back to teasing your other hole. You gasped when you felt it press into you. He was still roughly fucking into your pussy as he pushed his tail further into you. His eyelids fluttered and his grip on your hips tightened as he started to stretch your tight hole open with slow even strokes. You didn’t have time to catch your breath as his cock hit every sweet spot in you and penetrated you deeply. Even if he didn’t have the same girth and length as Lucifer or Diavolo, the deep, spiraling ridges pressed against all the right places and made you cum without much effort.

He didn’t let you breathe after your first orgasm, fucking you without abandon and still working you with his tail. It was then when you realized that his tail was forked, scissoring your hole and stretching your ass in order to fit more of it into you. With your essence aiding in lubrication, it didn’t take long before he was able to put a significant portion of his tail into you and you started reeling in the feeling of having both your holes filled. Gasping for a break, you braced an arm against the back of the couch, using it to keep you upright as Barbatos used you.

He was insatiable, the heated need in his eyes didn’t dissipate even after he had cum into you. He kept going, fucking you through his orgasms and your own. Your whole body felt numb from all the times you had come undone around him. Each time it was explosive and raw, each time you thought it would be over; but, he kept going. At some point, the two of you found yourselves on the floor. You, on your hands and knees while Barbatos took you from behind, his tail working in rhythm to his cock to once again bring you to orgasm.

You clawed at the soft carpet below you, crying from the overload of sensations. It was too much, you had lost count of the number of times you had been brought to climax. Yet, the hormones running rampant in the demon fucking you refused to be sated until you blacked out, unable to take anymore.

Only then did the edge begin to wane. Even if he was still needy, Barbatos carefully curled his body around your unconscious one. His legs intertwined with yours as he kept his cock buried in you, keeping every bit of his seed inside. His tail which had fucked your asshole for hours now slowed its deep thrusts, slowly pulling out of you and giving your body some relief while you rested.

In your sleep, he placed soft kisses on your shoulders, massaging your breasts and whispering quiet apologies for how roughly he had treated you. You mumbled in your sleep, shifting a bit to get into a better position. As you moved, the instinctual side of Barbatos roughly moved you back into place. Even if the worst of the rut had run its course, his hormones still made him possessive and nearly feral at any shift outside of his control. As soon as you had settled into his arms again and he was sure you weren’t going anywhere, he finally let your body get some much needed rest.

He himself dozed in and out of consciousness. Even now, his body screamed for more despite how exhausted he was. The room reeked of sex and it only served to keep him hard inside of you no matter how many times he had released himself. His hips kept twitching, rocking into you driving his cock further into your warm depths as he craved contact and stimulation. His body was drained from being in a state of constant arousal. Now that he regained some sense of himself, he took his time in sliding his cock in and out of your abused hole.

You were brought to another high in your dreams. In your mind, you saw and felt Lucifer caress you. It was his body pressed up against your own and his cock that was penetrating your core. Your body reacted to the images of your dreams, keeping you wet and willing as Barbatos fucked you slowly in your sleep. You remembered begging; you remembered the image of his magnificent demonic form before you and how it made your whole body sing in pleasure. Everything ached, but it was so worth it to feel every detail of his cock working your swollen walls.

You gasped, feeling your orgasm rush through you and you were jolted back into reality. Barbatos still clung to you from behind, murmuring softly to you and treated you as if you were his most precious lover. He was barely awake, but you could see some light returning in his eyes whenever he blearily looked at you while he placed soft kisses along your jaw and your neck. His sharp teeth left marks all across your back as he marked you with love bites. The sudden shocks of pleasure kept you from sleeping for too long; but at least you were able to rest off the worst of the exhaustion..

“Oh? You’re already so calm?” Diavolo’s voice snapped you out of your daze and you glanced up to see him standing at the doorway. “Just finished up everything, so I came to check up on you to see how you were doing. Looks like you got through the hardest part.”

You weakly smiled at him as he walked in and closed the door behind him. “I think he’s sleeping.” You mumbled, gesturing to Barbatos behind you.

“He can sleep on the couch, it’s much comfier there.” Diavolo bent down and picked up his assistant, finally pulling him out of you and you gasped at the sudden loss of dick inside of you. All the cum that had been kept in you flowed out, coating your thighs and the carpet below you. You heard Barbatos mumble something in protest, but he was too tired to really do much against his much more energetic boss.

Once he had been put to rest on the couch, Diavolo turned to you. He sat down on the carpet and pulled you up to sit in his lap. “I’m sure that was very intense for you.” he murmured, planting gentle kisses on your temple while his large hands massaged your aching muscles. “I should apologize for putting you through that so suddenly.”

You didn’t have the energy to really rebuke his apology. Even if it had all been a surprise to you; you couldn’t say that you didn’t enjoy it. Honestly, what happened was likely better than spending eight hours filing paperwork. You managed to at least make a sound of acknowledgement and nestled yourself against his broad chest, enjoying the gentle aftercare he was giving you. He made you drink water at regular intervals and fed you while you drifted in and out of sleep. You weren’t sure how long you were in that strange state of limbo, but Diavolo nursed you back to feeling somewhat human.

When you awoke, you noticed that you were still cradled in Diavolo’s lap, but this time, he had significantly less clothing than before. Blinking to make sure that you weren’t dreaming, you were entirely too shocked to really process what you saw in the reflection of the full length mirror that was attached to the back of the lounge door. Your whole visit Diavolo’s headquarters had been such a whirlwind, you somehow managed to miss such a large fixture in the room. Your brain, still waking up, had to process the demon who’s lap you were sitting in. His chest was bare, whatever accessories he usually wore in this form had been removed already and laid safely to the side.

You ogled at the intricate swirling patterns that traveled across his whole torso. Ignoring how much of a right mess you looked after being fucked out of your mind, you took time to admire the leathery wings that sprouted from his back and the grand horns that graced his head. “My apologies, I like to go back to this form whenever no one is around. It’s so much more comfortable to me than looking like a human.” He explained, chuckling softly at your shocked expression.

“Oh…” you managed to get out, shifting a bit in his lap so you could get a proper look at his face.

“You’re not scared?”

“No… I think it’s very hard to be scared after seeing Lucifer and Barbatos.” You reasoned which earned a chuckle out of him.

“Fair enough.” He conceded. His hand gently combed through your hair, getting out the worst of the knots and tangles. “How are you feeling?”

“I’ve had better days.” You admitted, noting the distinct soreness your whole body experienced, especially between your legs.

“I can imagine…” He said, pressing a kiss at your temple. “You did so well, especially on short notice. I’m truly impressed at how well Lucifer trained you.”

“I… Thank you, my Lord.” You said, humbled by the praise and feeling a warm, fuzzy feeling spread across your chest. Hopefully that meant you were able to uphold Lucifer’s reputation through this ordeal.

“Hmm… You’re very welcome.” he said, humming softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His hands traveled to your breasts giving them a tentative squeeze. “I know I said I soundproofed the room for you and Barbatos, but that was only for humans. I could still hear everything that happened in here.”

Your body went from hot to cold, a shiver ran down your spine and you could feel your brain stop working. His hands, gently but firmly spread your legs wide. In the mirror, you could still see Barbatos’ cum dripping out of your sore and tired pussy. You could also see the massive bulge you were sitting on top of. “Would you mind taking care of one more problem?” He asked, gesturing to his crotch and making eye contact with you through the mirror.

“I… I’ll do my best to please you.” You said, swallowing hard and wondering if your body could really take anymore. After the rest and the care Diavolo had given you, it really did feel much better; but you weren’t sure if you were quite ready to take another demon’s cock into you.

“Ah.. no wonder he’s so attached to you. You’re just so willing to please.” He said, moving you off his lap only to quickly divest himself of his pants. The moment you saw what you had to work with, you licked your lips with uncertainty and felt your body instinctually prepare itself to accept the massive cock that he had just unveiled.

Diavolo kept you facing the mirror, straddling your legs on either side of his thick thighs. One hand at your abdomen, and another at your chest kept you upright as your shaking thighs started to sink onto his length. The blunt head of his cock spread your pussy wide open without any chance to ease into his girth and you immediately screamed. The soreness turned itself into pain as you tried to accept the demon lord’s cock into you. He hushed you, gently rubbing your breasts to keep you distracted from the pain. His strength kept you from collapsing. You looked forward, staring at the length that wasn’t in you yet and the knot that you would eventually have to accept. The tip of his cock had already disappeared into you, but he was about as thick as your forearm and almost as long. The large, pulsing knot at the base of his cock was at least the size of your fist. For the first time you worried about breaking in half.

“It’s okay… It’s okay…” He murmured softly, calming you down and distracting from how much you were about to take. “Just breathe slowly and you’ll have all of me soon.” he reassured.

He kept his voice low and soft, lulling you into a state of peace. Eventually the pain faded and you allowed yourself to sink further in him. You watched in awe as every inch of him slowly disappeared into you in the mirror. Your pussy stretched and contracted to accommodate the tapered swell of his cock. He coached you through every breath, mumbling soft praises and what sounded like spells to take away whatever pain you might have felt from being stretched out so much. You could see the outline of his cock pressed up against your lower abdomen as he got close to bottoming out in you. “Good girl…” He purred, smiling softly at how beautiful you looked with his dick stuffed into you.

He let you breathe, making sure that any discomfort was gone before he started moving inside of you. The moment you did, you felt as if you had been rearranged to accept his cock and everything that it brought along with it. The large ridge at the tip of his cock dragged itself along your sore walls, waking every tired nerve in your body. You moaned, leaning up against him and bracing yourself against his sturdy body while he moved you as he wished up and down his cock. Looking at the mirror, you saw how slick his shaft had become, coated with a mixture of your fluids and Barbatos’.

It was mind numbing how slow he went; but it was likely to your benefit. You were sure to have been broken if he had taken you with the same veracity as his assistant had. It let you enjoy every sensation to its fullest and after a few passes, you were writing in his lap, moaning his name and gasping every time he was fully seated inside of you. There was still the matter of his knot, but that was an afterthought to what you were experiencing right then and there.

His hand at your abdomen slid down to toy at your exposed clit which only added to the mind blowing sensations you were going through. You tried to call out his name but all that came out of you were gutural gasps. Your mouth stuck in a perpetual “O” as he only added more and more pleasure for you. “Mmm… that’s a good look.” He murmured rubbing circles at your clit and starting you on another pass up and down his cock. “When we get all the way back down, I want you to cum, okay?”

You only nodded in reply, watching your body rise and fall in the mirror, entranced at how easily he moved you up and down his dick. As he wished, the moment the last inch of his shaft disappeared into you, you came, clenching around him and crying out as white hot pleasure exploded inside of you. You spasmed, wheezing and crying, not even noticing the door had opened at that moment to welcome yet another person to the party.

Lucifer gaped at the sight before him. He licked his lips, unsure how to present himself. He knew you would be in a rather compromising position once he arrived to pick you up, but he didn’t expect this. The sight of you taking Diavolo’s demon cock inside of you, the way you were stretched right to your limit and writhing in his grasp sent waves of desire to his own crotch. He hadn’t planned on joining, but with how quickly he was getting hard just by watching you cum, he found himself unbuckling his pants and kneeling in front of you.

“You make me so proud…” He purred, kissing sense back into you and you squealed into his mouth. You were so enraptured with your own climax, you hadn’t noticed him come in at all. His hand laced itself into your hair, deepening the kiss and there was a deep, dark urge in him that he no longer could control.

It was time to push you past every limit he had ever set.

“I want to see you break…” He breathed as soon as the kiss was broken and you were given a second to regain your bearings.

Diavolo behind you let out a low whistle at that admission, his brows raised in anticipation of what Lucifer had in mind. He leaned back, getting himself comfortable and eagerly awaited what sort of plan Lucifer had to break you and put you back together.

Lucifer ran his length up and down your stretched slit, coating his cock with your juices. “Move.” He demanded, glaring up at Diavolo and the demon lord obliged, going back to the slow, languid pace he had set for you earlier. Watching your pussy stretch and take so much cock only served to make him harder and that need within him grew once again.

On the second pass, just as you were midway down Diavolo’s cock, you felt something else pressed into you, forcing its way in to join the massive dick that was already stuffed into you. Lucifer’s eyes glowed red as he pushed you past your limit and you swore you felt yourself splitting in two with how much you were being asked to take. Garbled sounds of protest spilled from your lips, but he persisted. As Diavolo continued to sink you down, Lucifer’s own cock joined in your hole and when you were once again bottomed out on top of Diavolo’s knot, you had somehow managed to take them both.

“Good… very good.” Lucifer groaned. He rolled his hips into you, shoving himself even deeper in you.

A soundless scream came from your voice as they went further and moved to add that massive knot into you. With Diavolo firmly pushing you down onto him, the motion only embedded Lucifer deeper into you. The widest part of the knot approached and you didn’t want to see how wide you had been split open by the two demons. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think, all there was in your world was searing hot pain, pressure and pleasure mixed into one.

And as the widest part slipped into you, the tie completed itself and your body no longer felt anything. As if your very soul had exited your body and you existed in a subspace in your mind. There was pleasure, yes, but there was an inexplicable fullness you couldn’t express. Your arms fell limp at your sides They would move soon, you knew that would be the case. Diavolo had already whispered something to Lucifer as you stared blankly at the ceiling, shutting out everything around you to simply experience what they were giving you.

The movement at first was barely perceptible. Diavolo took charge, considering it was his knot you were taking. With the way Lucifer was crammed into your pussy, he was in no position to move as well. It was a slow rocking of his hips like waves crashing into a cliff. There was a ringing in your ears that tuned out all sound around you save for the frantic beating of your heart. The demon lord rocked his length in you, stirring that tell tale feeling of an orgasm building up in you.

You didn’t think you could clench around them, it was impossible with how full you felt. But the pressure of your climax demanded your muscles to do things you didn’t think you had the capacity to. Each little motion amplified itself, sending your mind into a blank bliss and you could tell the end was near. Your skin felt hot breath on it as the men neared their release as well. Blissfully, you heard Lucifer’s voice cut right through the hazy subspace.

“Cum”

You did as you were told, screaming until your voice was hoarse and when the high was over, all was black.

You awoke sprawled out on the seat of a limo. Your head on Lucifer’s lap. You tried to move but your muscles refused to comply. Lucifer gently pat your head, shushing you quietly. “You don’t have to move. It’s a long ride home.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Rest for now…”

“My.. My clothes..” You croaked, your throat as sore as your body and barely able to make many coherent sounds.

“It’s okay, Diavolo let you borrow his shirt. It’s big enough to keep you decent.”

A surge of relief washed across your body at that fact. Even if it was just a shirt, it would at least be better than having to get home in nothing at all. You looked up at Lucifer who seemed so pleased. There was a small, soft smile on his face as he ran his fingers through your hair and doted on you.

You tried to move again, if only to find a more comfortable position and found that Lucifer’s blazer had been protectively draped over your body to keep you warm. The familiar scent of his cologne and musk slowly lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

“Did I do okay?” You asked before you were fully unconscious.

“You did perfectly. I couldn’t have asked for more.” He reassured. His hand continued to meditatively pat your head as the limo took the long way home, giving you as much time as possible to let you rest peacefully.

Having taken the time to break you so thoroughly, Lucifer couldn’t wait to start the process of putting you back together as he wished.

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 4 years

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Just a 1am thought for you. You sneak onto Captain Blowhole’s ship bc the dicks just that good. When he catches you, he has to punish you of course. And find a way for you to work off your room and board in the captain’s chambers.

BITCH HERE IS YOUR WORST/BEST NIGHTMARE COME TRUE. THIS IS FOR SURE GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER PART TO IT. I ACTUALLY AM TOTALLY INTO THIS SHIT NOW. IM A PART OF THE PROBLEM.

@safarigirlsp LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!

The swells swarmed the Atlantic in a storm like no other. Forty feet or more surrounding both sides of the Jolly Roger, crewmen frantically battening down the hatches, while Captain Flip manned the wheel as it spun furiously in the mood of the thunder and lightning.

“Hold the sheet!” his crewman barked at the others spinning the mainmast as not to have it be struck down by the bolts that Zeus had rained down on them.

“Watch the starboard side!” another shouted into the void of sopping men, struggling to keep the course for their next destination.

“Captain, we need to find a shoreline or…. We’ll never make it!” his trusty first mate, Ron screamed his direction as his bulging muscles turned the captain’s wheel to the direction he pleased. Noticing his hat had flown from the gusts of wind, Ron picked it up and handed it back to him once the course was turned back to his liking.

“Prepare for the worst, mate,” Flip solemnly nodded out of breath from keeping the course. He knew it was nearly impossible that he and his crew would make it out of the cursed triangle alive. He swore to himself when setting sail not even days prior that nothing ill would befall them. Karma certainly had its way of biting him back just as bad, if not, worse.

Ron nodded back to him, returning to his post to keep the ship on course for as long as the storm would let the loyal crew set sail. Flip gazed out at the catastrophe before him, nearly tearing up at the fact that he may never get what he was fighting so hard for. He watched in slow motion as his crew battled the unforgiving waves, crackling lightning illuminating their horrified faces, the thunder drowning out their screams for help.

Just then, a humongous bolt cracked down from the heavens into the front of the sip, sending a voltage of electricity through the wood of the vessel, causing a complete catastrophe. Crewmen flew into the abyss, shards of wood lost at sea. The last memory Flip had was his listless body sinking into the oblivion.

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His hearing returning to the real world echoed a mysterious melodious tune. A humming both angelic and alien in nature, his eyes fluttered as he took in his surroundings. Running his hands through the warm sun-kissed sand, his naked back on the heavenly shores of paradise.

Putting his hand up to block the sun, of course to no avail due to the looming figure blocking the light. Thinking the shadow was a figment of his imagination, he moved to rub his eyes, groaning and flexing his tired biceps in the process.

“Fuck,” he grunted, feeling like he had been hit by the largest monsoon this side of the Seven Seas.

“Where the fuck…” he stammered off taking in the environment around him, the crashing shores, the palm trees swaying in the breeze, the beating sunlight of late morning, and that figure becoming more clear in his line of sight.

The flowing locks in the breeze, the sunkissed skin of a goddess, the perfect form laying against the coarse sand, surrounded by sounds of seagulls and crashing swells. He blinked a few times to take in the fact that you were perched in the spot he’d seen previous, and sat forward, his muscles bulging, slightly burned himself from laying passed out in the morning light.

“Hh-hello?” he questioned your direction, bringing his large hands around his thankfully clothed legs. You glanced over his direction, your naked form sprawled out facing away from him, only to show your globed asscheeks in the sunlight. Your alluring eyes batting those perfect lashes, your lip pursing into a gorgeous pout.

“Well good morning to you there, sailor,” you sang his direction, rubbing your delicate hands over your side.

“W-what happened to me? How in the fuck did I get here?” he suddenly and blatantly questioned you, still turned towards the ebbing waves of the Atlantic.

You chuckled, playing with the shell you’d found while waiting for him to wake up, “Well, I saved you.”

His eyes perked up at the out of this world comment you’d shrugged off, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, sailor,” you smiled over your shoulder, still rolling the shell in your hands, “I. Saved. Your. Ass.”

Flip sat there completely dumbfounded. This gorgeous creature, dove into the abyss during a storm, of which he’d never seen previously, and rescued him from imminent death, dragged his burly over two hundred pound body, and brought him to an unknown shore, where you could have left him to rot in the sun and die. He wasn’t convinced given the fact that he hadn’t seen you on the seas the night before.

“No. No, you didn’t,” he shrugged and laughed as if he’d finally snapped.

Taking his sarcasm as a complete insult to your kindness, you whipped your ethereal figure around, bearing your bouncing nude breasts and plump pussy to his eyes.

“Yes. I. Did,” you asserted in the most melodic tone, floating towards his hulking body on the sand. “What?” you pouted, “Does my lil’ buccaneer not want to grasp the fact that lil’ ol’ me came from the depths across your lifeless frame, and scooped you out of near-death to save your worthless lil’ life?”

“Wait…” he stopped, standing to full attention, rippling pectorals, toned arm muscles, and a stern face staring into your soul, “you came… from the depths?” he cocked an eyebrow.

You saddled towards his six-foot three-figure, no doubt him staring at your bare chest as you near him, and tilted his chin to your eye level, “Yes, sailor boy, I saved you. Do I need to spell it out any more than I already have?” boring your eyes into his, no doubt taking in the intense amber fired color they emitted as they scanned your every crevice.

“N-no. No ma’am,” he gulped inward, simply agreeing under your entrancement.

“Thank you,” he whispered out, his trance only causing more tension between the both of you.

“You’re welcome,” you murmured inching closer to his pink, full lips, taking in the rum-soaked breath he emitted.

His eyes closed, and he moved in for the kill. Your lips suctioning onto each other, holding them there for fear of one rejecting the other. His calloused hands moving in synchrony against your warm body, feeling every single dimple, and curve you had. The left resting on one globe behind you, and the other snaking into your beach kissed locks, pulling ever so slightly. Your hands shot to his girthy chest, rubbing and caressing his peaked nipples beneath your dainty fingers. He gasped as you pinched the sensitive skin, pulling away looking half-lidded at your glorious features.

“Who the hell are you?” he rubbed his thumb over your cheek, massaging the back of your head, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Pulling yourself close against his swollen lips, you whispered on his breath, “Your dream come true.”

He smiled ever so slightly, letting out the smallest of chuckles, and shoved you back into his waiting lips, this time in a searing kiss that had his hands traveling down to lift you off the ground by your thighs. He shoved his tongue down your waiting throat, creating a symphony of moans and suction as he turned you around to lay your needy body on the sand.

He loomed over you, pressing his very noticeable bulge against your pelvis. Grinding on you, eliciting more groans from his chest. He broke the kiss only to trace his wet lips along the outline of your neck, trailing to your budding breasts. He took one in his mouth, sucking ever so gently, and massaged the other with his mammoth hand. The sounds escaping you, only spurring his motions on even more so. He did the same with the other until you were writhing in pleasure and the buds turned to stiffened peaks.

“God, sailor, I need you,” you pleaded, nearly out of breath, “Please.”

He looked up from the trail of his kisses on your stomach and settled his smiling face over your entrance.

“Oh, now you wanna play nice with me? You haven’t even told me your name gorgeous,” he teased licking a stripe along your moist slit.

“Uhhhh, fuck sailor, I could say the same to you,” you sang in euphoric pleasure.

“Ladies first,” his hot breath sending vibrations along your clit.

“Y/N,” you stammered unable to fully speak.

He started to suck a welt on one of your thighs, and after breaking the suction looked up and moved his face to other, never breaking eye contact with your stare, “absolutely mesmerizing, Y/N,” bearing back down on the flesh, sucking for all it was worth.

Just as he was satisfied with the bruising, he whispered back to you, “name’s Captain Flip Zimmerman,” and dove nose-first into your waiting hole, eliciting a scream from your lips.

He traced circles around your pulsing vagina, humming at the thought of how turned on he was making you. His nose grazing your stiffening clit, every time his tongue entered your pussy. You twitched at every pulse his face was giving you.

“Good, God Captain,” you cried out, “I-I’m gonna c-c-cum!”

He moved his perfect lips to your aching bud, enveloped them in a French kiss, and sent you into the wildest orgasm you’d ever encountered. Crying his name out over and over again as he sucked relentlessly on your arousal.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he cooed as you moaned in complete euphoria, “sing to me my sweet siren.”

He slurped up your sweet release into his desperate mouth smiling in pleasure as his beard tickled your overstimulated pussy. You came down from the high, as his face connected back to yours. Your hands brushing through his ebony locks, tasting your spend on his saliva.

“Captain,” you gasped in between his kisses, “I need your cock.”

He looked up with eyes black as his hair and began to pull his pantaloons down, releasing his Kraken of a cock to your hungry eyes.

“You like what you see, siren?” he noticed your gaping mouth at his large member.

“My God, sailor, your so fucking big,” pulling your hand over your precious lips, “do you think it will fit in my tight lil’ pussy?”

“It will,” he moved to gather the wetness from his tip as well as the spend from your weeping entrance, and moved the mixture up and down his shaft.

“You’re gonna take your Captain’s cock whether you like it or not,” he beamed back up at you, pushing his sword into your hole in a punishing motion. The stretch causing you to cry out over the crashing waves on the beach. He stilled, watching you writhe in pleasure and pain, drinking in your perfect little moans as best he could.

“Captain, please move, my pussy is so tight, I need you to stretch me out,” you begged, tears rolling down your face.

“You’ll be patient and keep me warm, siren, I like watching you bend to my every will.”

He stilled for a few moments, watching the tears roll, your lips gape open, and your sweet cunt flutter around his large dick. He could cum right there, he thought, watching the shadows dance on your pretty face. After a few moments of admiration, he pulled ever so slightly out and pushed back in.

Setting a grueling pace, he emitted the deepest groan his chest could muster upon hearing the slapping of his balls on your ass, the squelch from your wet pussy taking every inch of him. He watched your face twist and turn as he pushed in and out, his pupils only dilating more as he took you in.

“Siren, get on your hands and knees, face in the sand, ass up,” He pulled out, watching your tears fall at the loss of contact. You did as you were told, bearing your sand clad ass to his feining stare. He smacked it and a gust of sand fell to the earth, the roughness causing an instant handprint to show on your bare skin.

“Motherfucker!” you steamed into the beach.

“Watch your mouth, siren,” he smacked another hand on the other cheek, “no one like’s a dirty lil’ whore mouth.”

He shoved his dick back into your gaping hole, setting an even faster pace than previously. The moans you both emitted spurring the release even sooner than you’d thought. His hands white-knuckled the sides of your hips, pushing your body impossibly closer. His balls slapping your skin, emitting howls as he plundered your special spot.

“Fuck, Flip,” you groaned, “I-I can’t hold on much longer, I’m gonna cum again!”

“I’m. Almost. There. Gorgeous,” he punctuated on every thrust, bringing his hand to rub his thumb along your puckered asshole. Without warning, he punctured the perfect little hole, sending you into another earth-shattering orgasm.

“Jesus. Fucking, Christ,” he screamed as you milked his cock of his sweet, succulent, spend, “Captain is blowing his whole load!”

He stuffed you full of his cum, thrusting a few more times just to be sure it stayed up in your heat. Both breathless, he leaned over you, sweat dripping from his brow, hands gripping around your stomach. He pulled out, turning you over, admiring your utterly fucked face.

“You alright, gorgeous?” he laughed towards you.

“Y-yes, sailor,” you relented, “I’m more than just alright.”

You pulled his face towards yours, tasting his salty sweat in his mustache. He grabbed both cheeks and shoved his tongue back down your throat, causing you to melt into his brawny body.

He pulled away, “where did you actually come from?”

You smiled, looking away bashfully, “you really don’t understand do you,” pulling away and getting up from the spot you’d both wrecked each other in. You walked towards the waves, letting the cool water caress your feet the further you stepped in.

“Where the fuck are you going?” he questioned almost alarmed.

You looked back towards him, the smile eroding from your face, “home,” you said clear as day.

And with that, a waterball formed around your goddesslike figure, consuming you in a snowglobe of sorts. A bright light emitted from your middle and expanded all the way around the cocoon. Your form changed from legs to a gorgeous aquamarine fin, your skin melding to the attachment, and the globe took you further out to the ocean.

Flip stood there, dumbfounded again. He blinked a few more times, not even realizing what he had just seen.

“Did I…” he told himself, “W-what the fuck.”

He sat back down on the beach, contemplating what had just occurred, trying to justify the possibility that this was just his imagination.

“I need a fucking drink,” he concluded.

He scoured the island in search of more answers, only to come upon another impossible find.

His ship.

Parked on the beach, like it hadn’t been through any kind of storm in the slightest.

He noticed his crew as well, packing goods away like he hadn’t witnessed them sinking to Davey Jones’ Locker the night before. He blinked several times, thinking it was all a mirage, or that he may have been drunk to no avail.

Ron noticed his Captain gawking at the ship, and flagged him over, “Hey there Cap! Where ya been?”

“I-uh,” he had no words for what had happened.

“Hey Cap? Let’s get you back in the boat,” Ron pat his back, leading him to his quarters on the hull.

After making sure Flip was okay to be left alone, he went back to his duties.

The Captain sat at his wooden desk, feet perched on the top, his hands running through his mustache, trying to piece together what had just occurred.

The storm, the destruction, you, his ship turning up unscathed.

You. Holy shit. You.

A fucking mermaid. You were a creature of the ocean, who had happened upon him during his hour of need, scooped him up and saved his entire livelihood in the process. You were enchanting. A literal siren song. He played through the moans you made, the sarcasm you shot at him, your whole aura was absolutely mesmerizing. He’d never encountered anything as perfect as you.

He wanted to find you again. To feel your soft skin on his beard, look into those piercing eyes, and hear his name on your lips. He had to find you. If it meant he didn’t have any other purpose than that on the ocean.

As he made his mind up, he took all the texts he had on your kind to study the lore, hoping to find the answer he so desperately needed. Upon hours and hours of inspection, he stopped at the Holy Grail. Picking up the map slowly, he chuckled like he’d lost his mind.

The City of Atlantis.

That had to be home. You had to be there.

“Fuck,” he groaned out, now knowing what he had to do.

He set the course, watching his crew scramble to get the ship headed the correct way, smelling the salted sea air on his nostrils. He tipped his buccaneer hat and looked into his spyglass.

“Here we fuckin’ go boys,” he muttered, gritting his teeth, anxious to see you in the flesh again.

__________

CAPTAIN BLOWHOLE IS OUT TO FIND HIS LADY LOVE!

THANK YOU FOR YOUR THIRSTY ASKS PLZ SEND MORE I LOVE YOUR SICK MIND.

🖤,

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#pirate!flip #flip zimmerman #adam driver #black klansman #mermaids #flip zimmerman x female reader #flip zimmerman one shot #flip zimmerman fanfic #flip zimmerman fluff #flip zimmerman imagine #flip zimmerman smut #flip zimmerman x you #flip zimmerman request #flip zimmerman x reader #pirate au #the siren series #a siren song

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mallowstep · 2 years

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for the meta asks! 2, 4, 7 !

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

oh man there's always a lot i'm looking forward to writing...but i also tend to just...write what i'm looking forward to.

that SAID right now, right at this moment, i'm still on "i really want to write lynxpaw and her half siblings."

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

hm...i always pick these from wips because it's easier to go thru them, so you're not going to have much context, but,

oh this is proving hard bc i want it to actually work on its own but like i tend to like moments that i build up to hold on hold on i'll make it worth your time

He lets out a harsh laugh as a sudden realization hits him. He was always going to die tonight. Even if he’d ever lay a claw on the apprentices — and he’d sooner tear his own heart out — he would die. Tigerstar would claim no cat who killed apprentices could be trusted. Clearly, he’d say, Stonefur is violent and unstable.

i don't get to put this moment into words very much but i love stonefur

He crouches on the riverbank. Not more than a pawful of tail lengths behind him, Stonefur’s blood stains the ground. No one else seems bothered by it, but Fireheart can’t ignore it, not if he looks. All he can see is Stonefur’s blood spilling out and, and, and.

can we tell i'm in a mood lately. but uhhh fireheart depression hours.

Whitepaw leans most of her weight on him, and Bramblebloom nods to the others as they set out. Whitepaw’s breathing is labored, and she’s uncharacteristically quiet, all of her energy spent just on putting her paws in front of one another. He can smell her wound from here, the infection staining her white fur and leaving angry welts on her flank.

more description moments i enjoy.

“I want to make one thing very clear,” Blackstar says. “The only reason I am not killing you is because I don’t want to deal with your corpse.”

HAH i had fun with this one. man says "it's too much of a pain to kill you"

He has always been easy with affection, at least to those he loved. Before her death, he was devoted to Leopardfoot, and when he courted her, it was with precise charm, winning over Lionheart, Rosetail, and even Bluestar. Goldenflower had been in no rush to take a mate — a thought that feels bitter, now — and he visited her in the nursery with her first litter, friendly with Lynxkit and Swiftkit, but not overstepping.

and last but not least, i like this bit about goldenflower/tigerstar

okay that was more than the question asked for but that's because my ACTUAL proudest lines (from wips) are really hard to dig out of their context, so i just...got some where it's obvious why i like them. yes i've been in a very tpb mood lately.

7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?

in terms of fic, heavy usage of dialogue and empty space, so to speak. as well as the () i do.

um a bit more specifically, i lean on dialogue to convey the emotions of characters, often with very little surrounding it. which is part of why it's so hard to find good moments that stand on their own: one thing i'd like to think i do well is forcing a reader to synthesize ideas.

there's a lot of small stylistic things i do, yeah.

i think my writing tends to vary on the surface quite a lot, because i'm always shooting to convey an emotional state, and i want to get that across in the best way possible. so i do whatever i need to do to make that work.

if my goal is discomfort, i might focus on the physicality of something, dip deeply into that. or if i want fluff, maybe it's mostly the gentle teasing and acts of affection.

anyway i feel like people would agree? yeah.

#mine #ask #ask game #katiek101

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zolusbian · 5 years

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FIC: time for me to circle down

2k // post the gang chokes // unedited bc i wanted to get this out // there’s like feelings but there’s also a blowjob so i guess this is porn with plot

bring it down don't lose your senses i’m circling around you now pure thirst has got your face all lit up play innocent, turn around

Very much without being prompted, Mac makes himself and Dennis some of the digestive aid tea he had brought from the health foods store last time he’d been there. Dennis seemed to like it the other night, even if he was annoyed by Mac asking him if he wanted some. Considering the havoc Mac has constructed on Dennis’s system, and the heavy meal he’d had tonight at the restaurant, though, Mac thinks this will be good for Dennis. While he dips the bags into their mugs and places them on the saucer, Dennis sits at the kitchen table in that way he does sometime, one arm at his side and the other with his hand balled into fist, setting him back so the chair just tips.

“Don’t do that,” Mac says as he places Dennis’s tea in front of him. Dennis relaxes, brings both his hands to cup the mug, and the chair falls. “You’ll fall. Hit your head.”

“Yeah,” Dennis murmurs. He takes a sip of tea. “Don’t want that.”

“Nope.” Mac takes his seat and for the strangest reason feels compelled to lean across and take Dennis’s hand in his. He does it, cupping his fingers over Dennis’s thin wrist, and Dennis looks at it but says and does nothing. Mac’s heart squeezes. He thinks about Dennis slapping his wrist away the other day, the red marks in the shape of Dennis’s fingers rising there, Mac running his thumb over and over the welts and feeling, loving, the sting.

Something nags at Mac. Not that—that’s normal Dennis behavior, the slapping, and Mac’s always loved a good flagellation. “Hey, Den,” he says. Dennis’s attention has floated to the bottom of his teacup, but this catches it. “Would you have been upset if Dee had really died?”

“What? No.” Dennis scoffs.

“Well, it’s just, you know. You’re always saying that you love her.”

“I am not always saying that I love her.” Dennis had seemed distant, weird, but now he’s coming back to himself, and Mac smiles, so happy to see it.

“Well, you have been on record saying you love her. Which is more than you’ve said for anybody else.”

Dennis waves his hand. “What, do you want me to say I love you?”

Mac’s heart squeezes again. Yes, yes, yes. A year or two or three or any other ago, he would have squeezed his heart back, crushed it himself, say no. The silence, the lack of that immediate response, is answer enough for now. Instead of acting repulsed, instead of swatting Mac’s hand off his wrist and jumping up to scratch him, instead of leaving the table and locking himself in his dungeon of a room, Dennis just sits there. His eyes jump back into his cup of tea.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” he says after a few minutes of sitting in silence and drinking their tea. “I knew somebody would save her. They don’t just let a woman die in a nice restaurant, for Christ’s sake.”

“Right,” Mac agrees. “That somebody, though, you know. That wasn’t going to be me.”

“You hate Dee.”

“I mean, I do.” Mac shrugs. “I don’t think, you know, in another incident, I would let her die, though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” Dennis drags his eyes from the bottom of his now-empty tea and stares at Mac. He looks tired and thin and beautiful.

“’Cause you love her,” Mac says. He punctuates it with a shit-eating grin to soften the blue. “You’d be sad.”

“Well.” Dennis’s mouth compresses into a scant line. “Thanks, Mac. I guess.”

“No problem, man.” Mac relaxes and takes his hand from Dennis’s wrist. He take the last swig of digestive tea—it does work, his stomach feels great—and gathers his cup and saucer, then takes Dennis’s one. Dennis lets him, and when Mac turns around to bring the dishes to the sink, Dennis’s fingers ghost along his side.

Mac flashes back, suddenly and violently, to being on the cruise ship, the floor tilting underneath his feet, sliding down, and Dennis grabbing him and his fingers brushing Mac’s side in the same way. Don’t go, it said then, don’t die, and maybe it says that now, too. Mac doesn’t like to think about the time on the cruise ship, the room filling with water, Dennis’s eyes filling with a deep dark thing, whatever lies beneath the water. Mac doesn’t like that all. He stiffens a little, but he still goes to the sink, rinses out the cups.

“I like this, on you.”

When Dennis speaks in non-sequiturs like this, it means he’s trying, the best he can, to tell Mac something that he can’t use in plain words. Mac steels himself to the task. Reading between the lines, the skill necessary for both the Bible and Dennis Reynolds, equal in their demand of worship.

Mac looks down at his shirt. They’d changed to their sleep clothes when they got home—they’re forty—and it’s just one of his muscle tees over one of his thermals. “This?”

“No, you dumbass.” Dennis rolls his eyes with no particular malice. “Taking charge. Being bossy. Being Mac. That’s what I like. I hated that weak, ineffective shit. What even was that?”

Mac shrugs. “Do you want an honest answer?” he asks. He feels compelled to give one—something about the sot light and the warm tea resting warm in his belly, the way Dennis’s hair has deflated and his t-shirt sags a little bit around his shoulders, dipping to show a bit more skin. Worn and loved and comfortable.

“Yeah.”

“I just wanted you to love me, man,” Mac says. He walks back to his chair. “I wanted to be what you wanted me to be. You’ve been—weird, up and down, since all that…” He crinkles his nose, knows that Dennis gets what he’s referring to when Dennis crinkles his own nose back at him. “I just wanted to make sure that, you know, you were good.”

“I am good.” Dennis scoffs again, but softer this time. He reaches out and touches Mac’s wrist, now, the one that he had slapped, the welts long gone but the touch-memory just under the skin. “You were honest, so I’ll be honest. I am good when you do this shit for me without me asking. Why do you even ask? You always ask for shit you know I’m going to say yes to, anyway.”

“To make sure.”

"You have known me for, what, twenty-five years? You’re sure.”

Not too long ago Mac would have cursed his treacherous heart for squeezing at such words, would have hated himself so deeply for how happy Dennis’s touch and words and gaze makes him. Would have felt anger. Now, though, he feels an acute type of sadness. Dennis loves him, Mac thinks, maybe, but not in that way. Mac has worked at Dennis’s side, doing this sort of shit, for two and a half decades. He has made this his life’s goal. He is a monk in Dennis’s abbot. He is a priest to Dennis’s god. That will never change. Perhaps it is selfish to want more, but—

“I’ll tell you something, buddy, you know what.” Dennis taps his fingers against Mac’s wrist and leans in. “When you didn’t save Dee? I wasn’t thinking about her life. I was thinking about how sexy it was. I totally wanted to drop to my knees and suck you off then and there.”

Mac’s eyes blow wide. His heart and mind and dick dance in some arrhythmic, erratic fashion, volleying blood back and forth between the three of them. The tiny little rational bird that lives in the cage of Mac’s mind tells him that Dennis is trying to process complicated emotional shit through sex, as usual. A skeptical priest, an agnostic monk, Mac is not yet at the point where he can accept that maybe, for him, for Dennis for him, sex and emotions are the same, that they have united in their own holy trinity of partnership in the biblical sense of the words, as husband and husband, soul and soul, wedded on the celestial plane.

“Cool,” is Mac’s very eloquent response.

Dennis stares at him, his eyes sliding down in annoyance.

“Oh! Yeah, bro. That sounds nice. Yeah, suck me off.” A beat. “That’s an order.”

Dennis’s face does this weird thing, his eyes sliding back and his mouth going slack, but he reigns it back in. The chair squeaks against their floor—should oil them, probably, Mac thinks distantly—as he pushes it back, then half-steps towards Mac and eases himself to his knees.

Mac’s hands go to Dennis’s hair, pulling it this way and that way. He doesn’t like the dark dye. He will tell Dennis to stop doing that, he only has a few gray hairs, anyway, and they’re so close in color to his usual brown that nobody will notice. Mac stops thinking about the color of Dennis’s hair when Dennis runs his hands along Mac’s thighs, spreading them wide.

Mac takes one hand from Dennis’s head to push down his sweatpants, sitting up so he can get them down past his thighs. No underwear, so Dennis’s fingers grasp at Mac’s half hard cock, working him to full mast. When it comes to Dennis, like this, Mac doesn’t feel forty. He feels like a teenager, ready to blow his load at the slightest wind. He bites his lip and restrains himself, touches the side of Dennis’s face. He thinks about rubbing ash on somebody’s forehead. He thinks about blessings. He stops thinking once more as Dennis tilts his head and brings Mac down his throat, hollowed and wet and ready. To the hilt. Dennis is great at sucking cock, so pretty with his sucked-in cheeks and butterfly eyelashes and pink lips.

When Dennis hums Mac feels it throughout his body, down to his toes and up to his nose. He thrusts on instinct. Dennis sputters, just a bit, Mac feeling the influx of saliva around his cock, but he readjusts himself and slides his head a little bit more upright and takes it. Mac anchors his fingers in Dennis’s curls and thrusts again. A few thrusts and adjustments and they find a rhythm: slow but deep, long but deliberate. Mac thrusts, Dennis hums and sucks. Mac’s eyes slide closed, the small visual of Dennis beneath the table gone, and everything is raw and feelings and sensations: Dennis’s mouth, Mac’s cock, his balls tightening, that delicious throb spreading up into his lower stomach—warm and comfortable. Dennis presses his fingernails into Mac’s right thigh, up close to the juncture, and drags all the way back to where just Mac’s cockhead rests between his lips, then moves forward in time with Mac thrusting. Mac comes. Dennis swallows.

Mac’s eyes open. He’d been holding them shut so hard that everything shifts and flashes in colors unknown to man before they straighten again. Shoving the chair back, he taps Dennis’s cheek, feels his shoulder. Dennis stands up from under the table, falls into Mac’s lap. Mac palms around Dennis’s crotch, disappointed to find no hard cock there.

“I jacked myself off,” Dennis admits, his eyes lowering to the floor.

“Oh,” Mac says. “Alright, that’s cool. Next time, though, you know. Let me do you.”

“Yeah.” Dennis slumps in Mac’s hold, bringing his legs over one of Mac’s thigh and wrapping his arms around his neck. His chest rises and heaves. “See how easy this is?” he says.

“Sure,” Mac says, even though he’s not sure of what Dennis is talking about at all.

“Just do, don’t ask,” Dennis continues. “Yeah. Wanted to do that back at the restaurant. Yeah. That was good.”

“Yeah.”

Mac tightens his grip on Dennis, slides his arms under his thighs and his knees, then stands up. He carries Dennis to his bed. He does not drop him.

#it's always sunny in philadelphia #iasip #iasip fic #macdennis #the gang chokes #iasip spoilers #s14 spoilers #this song came on as soon as i started to write and i was like Oh Fuck.#anyway ill post this on ao3 whenever attib gets to this point chronologically #so its technically part of that series #so like in that verse mac and dennis have fucked and kissed before and whtaver #but HERE it reads as a standalone #where they havent #or maybe they have!#idk i have feelings.#sunnyfic

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red-exo · 5 years

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hello! i want to request with baekhyun being a brat-tamer to a sub that purposely came without his permission. thanks!

i hope you like this! it’s just smth short bc my own debilitating daddy kink made it hard to finish this…………

It was a strict rule that you were not allowed to come without permission, no matter what. You always held back, gritting your teeth against the waves of pleasure until he let you come. He always did, calling you his pretty little slut, his perfect whore, asking that you come on his tongue or his fingers or his cock.

Sometimes, though, you wanted to be punished. You wanted his hand on your throat or his cock fucking your mouth. You wanted welts on your ass from his hands and ties on your wrists.

You whined and twitched as you came, pussy clenching around his thick cock, always a stretch no matter how often he fucked you with it. He stilled inside you, watching as you deliberately disobeyed him.

He grabbed your chin in his hand, “Look at me.”

You did, opening your eyes to stare up at him, “Yes, Daddy?”

“Oh, you are such a brat.” He pulled out of you, ignoring your desperate whine as your pussy clenched around nothing, “You want me to have to punish you, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I don’t believe you,” He rolled off the bed, “Close your eyes.”

That order you obeyed, letting your hand fall back against the pillows and closing your eyes against the soft light in the room. He was back quickly, the bed dipping as he situated himself between your legs.

“Brats don’t get what they want,” His voice was sly, “Look at me, princess.”

You did, opening your eyes and lifting your head to see him. He kneeled between your legs, holding your vibrator in his hand.

“You wanted me to punish you?” He smirked, “Fine. I’m going to make you come until you can’t walk, until it hurts.”

#exo smut #baekhyun smut #dom!baekhyun #byun-hub

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latenightbotanist · 7 years

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I have feelings about the ode to joy and im going to dump them on you

At the time i am writing this part i have suffered through twenty two (22) hours of “ode to joy” repeated in my brains so you are gonna suffer with me now. Srsly, ask @madgronkish i kinda lost it around noon.. Anyways. First thought when i heard it was literally" theyre not going to fucking reunite them to THAT SONG??!?!“ Whilst i was wrong about sherlock driving the car…they still did that. Thanks mofftiss.

Ok now down to business. First off, DISCLAIMER, i am in no way qualified to do this? I dont know much about music and have like half an experience at writing meta? so..sorry in advance, maybe just look at this as inspiration and well..gay feelings bc i have enough of those to go around rn.

I will also tag some lovely people who actually know how to do this whole meta thing, and who knows, maybe one of you actually reads this mess and makes somethin out of it? Possibly? Idk, i dont blame you if you dont, really. @quietlyprim @loudest-subtext-in-tv @joolabee @hudders-and-hiddles @love-in-mind-palace @teapotsubtext @beejohnlocked @kinklock @marcelock @gaytectives @ormondsacker @culverton

So.. for all of you who dont know, ode to joy (originally “freude, schöner götterfunken”) is part of beethoven’s 9th symphony, it is the first ever symphony to incorporate voices, the lyrics mostly come from schillers “Ode an die Freude” and the melody itself has been the european anthem since 1972 (1985 if you insist on EU).

Ok so lets have a quick look at the lyrics(and i really mean quick, these are my notes from this morning, not exactly coherent but enough to get a general idea of my feelings about this, we’ll get into more detail later) i also put both the english and german version bc i felt at some points things got lost in translation, but honestly i dont know what to do about that so yeah, if you speak german, good for you, if not and by the end if this youre not bored to death and still have questions dont hesitate to ask i will awkwardly but gladly try to elaborate (this applies not only to lyrics btw)

O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!

 Sondern laßt uns angenehmere anstimmen,

 und freudenvollere.

Oh friends, not these sounds! 

Let us instead strike up more pleasing

 and more joyful ones!

(Literally lets have happier stories, also the score.. yes lets get the johnlock theme back,please)

Freude! Freude! / Joy! Joy!

Freude, schöner Götterfunken 

Tochter aus Elysium, 

Wir betreten feuertrunken,

 Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!

 Deine Zauber binden wieder 

Was die Mode streng geteilt; 

Alle Menschen werden Brüder, 

Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

/ Joy, beautiful spark of divinity,

 Daughter from Elysium,

 We enter, burning with fervour, (Cant set the heart on fire if its

 heavenly being, your sanctuary! already burning w/ love, yall) 

Your magic brings together

 what custom has sternly divided. (Gayyyy!!!!!)

 All men shall become brothers, (Secret brothers,reunion…) 

wherever your gentle wings hover.

(Idk, mrs hudson is an angel?)

Wem der große Wurf gelungen,

 Eines Freundes Freund zu sein;

 Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,

 Mische seinen Jubel ein!

 Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele

 Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund

! Und wer’s nie gekonnt, der stehle

 Weinend sich aus diesem Bund!

Whoever has been lucky enough. (Luckiest man in the world,

 to become a friend to a friend, my only friend, … )

Whoever has found a beloved wife,

 let him join our songs of praise! (Uh….how bout no?) 

Yes, and anyone who can call one soul 

his own on this earth! (My john…..) 

Any who cannot,

let them slink away from this gathering in tears! (Mary crying,then disappearing)

Freude trinken alle Wesen

 An den Brüsten der Natur;

 Alle Guten, alle Bösen

 Folgen ihrer Rosenspur

. Küsse gab sie uns und Reben,

 Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod;*

(Like.. sherlock died and  came back for john what more proof??)

Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben,

 Und der Cherub steht vor Gott.

Every creature drinks in joy

 at nature’s breast;

 Good and Bad alike

 follow her trail of roses. (Good and bad, rosie, hmmmm) 

She gives us kisses and wine,

 a true friend, even in death; (Or only in death?hey mary)

 Even the worm was given desire, (Mycroft? Nah,probs moriarty)

 and the cherub stands before God. (Sherlock, my lil cherub)

Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen

Durch des Himmels prächt'gen Plan,

(Plans…ominous)

 Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn,

 Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen.

Gladly, just as His suns hurtle

 through the glorious universe,

 So you, brothers, should run your course, (the way it was always

 joyfully, like a conquering hero. meant to be…..)

Seid umschlungen, Millionen!

 Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt! 

Brüder, über’m Sternenzelt 

Muß ein lieber Vater wohnen. 

Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen? 

Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt?

 Such’ ihn über’m Sternenzelt!

 Über Sternen muß er wohnen.

Be embraced, you millions!

 This kiss is for the whole world! (,!!???? Like???????Yes pls) 

Brothers, above the canopy of stars 

must dwell a loving father. (Or two? Hey dads) 

Do you bow down before Him, you millions?

 Do you sense your Creator, o world? 

Seek Him above the canopy of stars! 

He must dwell beyond the stars.

Well that was……….. kinda gay. Yeah yeah i know its just a queer reading no i dont believe it was intended to be gay by either beethoven or schiller (or was it?? Irdk) but. in the context of the show. which is rather what were looking at. Pretty damn gay, right?

Ok lets have a look at my absolute favourite lines first:

Your magic brings together/what custom has sternly divided.

Well… i think we can all agree that society has, quite sternly indeed, divided holmes and watson, romantically. Homosexuality just simply wasnt a custom, or at least very frowned upon, mildly speaking. It is rather magical to watch this wrong being righted though, i should think. More specifically in bbc sherlock, the divide has come through a custom of not speaking to each other, and guess what?? Yeah hudders is friggin done with that bs these two are talking now!

And then…

Be embraced, you millions!/This kiss is for the whole world!

*shrieking* do i? Do i really need to talk about this? I think not. This just…. yeah. I mean really….. I would like to add at this point that, at least to my ears, embraced sounds like a rather tame option of translation. “Umschlungen”, to me personally conveys a certain vigour, almost as if the embrace might… idk.. come as a surprise to some extend? Take the air from some peoples lungs? Yeah dunno what that could be about……

If you still need more i guess i could just blubber some more about it all but tbh what is structure? so yeah, here we go, feel free to leave anytime i mean its already pretty gay and hurts my heart i wont blame you if you think

•WE ARE NOW ENTERING THE REALM OF JOY… yep thats happening things are getting happy, please, god, let them actually. And this joy that we will feel when John and Sherlock ( finally) get together will mend all the wrong thats been done to those two, and us Holmes fans, during all these years of being kept apart by society and norms and customs, homophobia and heteronormativity. Were entering a sanctuary, we are literally save here!

•General message of schiller’s ode to joy is literally that HUMAN CONNECTIONS ARE THE CROWN OF HUMAN EXPERIENCE like wow yes thank you it is as if human connections were the stuff that…completes you as a human being. Say what?

•Not only is this true for johnlock but also for our entire community, were bound together by the joy of this show, our joy will mend what heteronormativty destroyed, the joy of their kiss will unite us, we will embrace it and the joyfull gayness will embrace us!

•The fact that its literally such a groundbreaking piece of music. There have been symphonies over and over but this is new, this is different, he incorporated voices. Groundbreaking,earthshattering… u get it. Seriously if anyone who has even a slither of a clue about music wants to educate me on what the inclusion of voices could stand for please im begging enlighten me my brains too fried im already struggling to get this done(as you might be able to tell. I am so sorry)

And now, onto some more shit i stumbled upon in the original poem that, sadly, didnt make it into the song but:

•Have patience for a better world to come, god(mofftiss) is good and will give you what you deserve

•Forget hatred and revenge, forgive your (arch)enemy who shall not have to cry or be rueful (ahem mary. Also possibly mycroft to some extent who knows whats gonna happen)

•Bravery even in agony,help where innocence is weeping (hi john)

•Something about oaths and telling the truth to your friends as well as enemies and how lies will bring everything down……

•Narrowing the circle, making oaths with wine and staying faithful(keep believing!!)

•Salvation from tyranns, hope to the dying, mercy in council, forgiving of sins and ENDING HELL well ok then yes to all!

No honestly theres a lot and im horrifically underqualified and have a headache so i’ll stop now. If you actually read this whole mess of a thing.. thank you. Bless your soul. I’ll make you an origami elephant or something

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