#whatever lmfao

Exactly how long have you been laying here?

Time feels like an illusion, shed like your clothing and panties across the room that is currently filled with the soundtrack of your moaning and Dante’s muffled, soft grunting as the couch you’re spread across rocks gently back and forth across the wooden floor. 

He’s on his knees, face buried at the apex of your spread thighs, large hands digging into soft flesh so hard you’re sure that indentations will be left to admire later this evening. Your hips drag across the lower half of his face, one of your hands tangled in his hair while the other dangles off of the side, knuckles dragging across the floor. 

Another orgasm rips through you, sending tremors through your body, and it appears this one was the last he wants to administer via tongue, removing it from inside of you and lifting his face slightly to speak.

“You ready, beautiful?”

Blue eyes peek up from between your legs, the silver brows that top them raised jovially. Giggling, you nod and spread your legs wider to accommodate his width the very best you can on this too-small-for-both-of-you piece of furniture. 

Your bed is just a few steps from here but where’s the fun in that? Things started here, beneath the final dregs of the wintery sunlight drenching your living room, they may as well finish here too.

Sliding between your thighs, he leans in to kiss you, allowing you to taste the fruits of his labor across his messy mouth. His hands fall to your waist, sliding lower to wrap around your hips. Ceasing the kissing, you whine when he taps your clit with the sticky head of his cock. 

“I think you’ve made me wait long enough,” you grumble, attempting to pull him closer with your legs and arms both. 

Dante does all he can to prevent you from getting your way as usual, rocking his hips so that the bulk of his girth presses down over your wet, sticky folds.

“You weren’t complaining when my mouth was full.” Chuckling, he rocks back and forth. “I seem to recall a lot of ‘more’, ‘please’, and ‘don’t stop’…”

Looking up in annoyance, you find it hard to do a thing besides smile wryly to match the grin he’s pointing down at you. His eyes are soft yet they pin you in place, your arguments and annoyances dying while adoration sprouts in their place.

“I love you,” you whisper softly, hands reaching and sliding across his forearms and biceps, feeling every inch they can.

Leaning down, he kisses your forehead.

“You play so dirty,” he whispers back, lips pressed against your hair. Finally, he angles his hips so that he can push the first inch of himself inside of you before you can protest that your sweetness wasn’t merely an attempt to get him to bend to your whims even if he clearly fell for it.

What can he say? There’s no one else he’d rather be a fool for.

When my partners say they’re gonna eat me alive, I nut on the spot!

WHAT ABOUT THAT?!?

Let us be freaks smh

Tiva… would Toby indulge us? Would EJ indulge us?

I think EJ would be scared to- and ain’t no one more freaky than Toby. He’s gotta try EVERYTHING at least once kinda vibes.

YEAH!! WHAT ABOUT THAT!!!!

EJ would definitely be hesitant. Lord knows he wants to, and he’s probably thought about it more than you have, but the thing with Jack is that he won’t be able to stop. It will be fatal. Once he gets his teeth sunk deep into your neck, his instincts are just going to take over - and he won’t be satiated until you’re barely anything but a heap of bones

SO, regardless to say he’s not the biggest fan of the idea that you’d be gone after it all. With Jack you’ll just have to get off on the idea of it - the thrill of knowing that if he wanted to, he easily could.

Toby’s mauling you if you let him lmao. He’s got blunt human teeth but I’ve said before that he puts them to WORK. He’ll bite until your weakened skin has no choice but to split - teeth sunk deep into your shoulder as his fingers claw and scratch at your hips. Getting off on the taste of your blood on his tongue, a shiver going down his spine when he feels how you writhe, how your joints lock up in pain.

“I w-wanna eat you alive.” He’s murmuring into your ear, blood smearing from his lips onto your skin. Chuckling darkly at the way your breathing hitches, before dragging his teeth against your neck - right above your pulse point.

im going to have to main cypher again holy shit. he got neutered too but theres a chance in hell he wont be next. What The fuck

i cant believe skye has a cooldown on a nonrechargable flash. you pay 150 credits to probably not flash again that round bc unless you throw it instantly at round start, you dont Have 60 seconds left in the round

Okay so, I have watched the "you bow to no one" scene from Return of the King a lot of times, and every time I've seen it, I have felt really uncomfortable. I even jokingly said to my friend how if thousands of people bowed to me like that I would probably want to die on the spot. But then I got to thinking and I started entertaining the thought that maybe that is one of the reasons Frodo eventually decides to sail to Valinor. Of course, there is the trauma and PTSD and whatnot, but I think that this specific scene is the kickstarter of this line of thought

Just put yourself in Frodo's shoes feet for a second. Here is Strider, a guyTM who has been with you since the start of your journey. He has given you strength when you had none throughout all the struggles and problems that have arisen. You're like "oh he is kinda chill, I'm sure we can be friends", and then the journey ends, your purpose is done, and this guyTM who you have always seen as equal, is suddenly bowing to you. A rift is suddenly between you pushing both away. Realization dawns you. There is no way you could ever be equal.