#its a bad idea and is not even executed well

[lookingbetteringlasses]

The 2014 Sony hack. That event WRECKED the company in ways that were downright scary, people had medical records & freaking Social Security numbers leaked online. But more than anything, people got to see what employees were saying on private blogs to each other, and one thing stood out: Sony Animation was Illumination. They were well aware of the mediocrity of their cinematic output, and were frustrated that the executives wouldn't listen to them for their ideas on how to make the studio better, essentially being set up to fail. Toxic culture, mismanagement, more priority given to celebrity voice talent than artists, all the bad stuff.

So with 2015, some things started to make a change. Spider-Verse was greenlit, as was Wish Dragon, Vivo, and The Mitchells vs. The Machines the years after. However, you can tell that the studio's releases for 2017-2018 were essentially corporate damage control through sheer quantity: a very bad Surf's Up sequel partnered with WWE for some reason, an okay Smurfs movie, a pretty mid Nativity movie, the goddamn Emoji Movie, Peter Rabbit, Hotel Transylvania 3, and Goosebumps 2. Sequels and more celebrity voice talent comedies, doing more of what was done before to rebuild a reputation that kept going downhill.

It wasn't until after Spider-Verse broke through to box office success and critical acclaim that those smaller independent projects became more of a focus. With COVID and a partnership with Netflix, Sony had a chance to improve its reputation, and considering that these films were mostly done by 2020 and were able to be finished in a timely manner compared to live-action films, in 2021 Sony was able to make a new name for itself. Coincidentally, that was also the year K-Pop Demon Hunters was greenlit.

Sony Animation is like an inverse of sorts to how DreamWorks used to work. DreamWorks did multiple $100+ million projects of varying quality at a time (Boss Baby and HTTYD in the same decade), many of which not even ultimately seeing the light of day, and proving to be quite unsustainable for the studio, leading to their 2017 purchase by Universal. In contrast, Sony tends to have a slower model of development nowadays. It's the prioritization of relatively smaller projects just as much as the big money-makers of Hotel Transylvania & Spider-Verse that's important, avoiding the kind of environment that leaves lesser-known, in-studio artists without any creative freedom due to having to meet the deadline of releasing a celebrity comedy, a heartfelt fantasy, and a franchise installment in the same year. That's corporate diversification, not artistic diversification.

HOW DID THIS?

TURN INTO THIS??

DID SONY FREAKIN’ PICTURES ANIMATION GO THROUGH A CHARACTER ARC OR WHAT???

DID THEY FEEL SO ASHAMED FOR THE EMOJI MOVIE THAT THEY HAD TO REPENT?

THIS IS WHAT WHAT ILLUMINATION COULD 👏 HAVE 👏 BECOME 👏 if they didn’t GIVE UP ON MAKING GOOD FILMS

oh my god these studios are foils for each other

oh my movie god

[brokenbough]

Absolutely incredible job on the first thing you posted on here! That sounds like I think I’m qualified to appraise the quality of writing and I’m not, sorry if it came off weird. I just loved it, I guess is more accurate to say.

Grumpy Simon is the very best, and you nailed him. He wants her to cuddle into him so bad he’s such an idiot. This concept was so wonderful and again you executed it beautifully :)

Not a request, just a musing, but I think this would be the PERFECT situation for jealousy playing a role in forcing Simon to admit his blossoming feelings for reader. He thinks he hates it when she lays on him, even though he’s starting to realize he craves it, he still resents her for it because he hates feeling feelings and she’s making him do that he just doesn’t realize that’s his problem with the situation.

But imagine how incredibly bothered and angry and jealous he’d be if reader curled into Johnny or Gaz or god forbid his CAPTAIN or even Graves or Los Vaqueros oh god instead of him. I think regardless or whether it happens on accident (maybe she settles with the rest of the group because Simon is on watch and when she gets sleepy she slumps onto whichever comfy shoulder is nearest) or on purpose (maybe he was being an asshole or had pushed her away so she tried her best to find a new pillow that wouldn’t upset her Lieutenant) I think he’d be so jealous and his feelings would come to the forefront and he’d have to confront them.

I also think it could be a cute idea for Simon to like prohibit her from sleeping on his shoulder and so on the mission she literally can’t sleep at all. She struggles and tries, just lays quietly while they sleep so as not to bother them, but she can’t get comfortable, needs the warmth and something softer than the ground to curl up into and lay her head on. This unexpected consequence takes a toll on Simon, as he sees how exhausted and frustrated she is - he’s pissed off that he cares about this beyond the possible impact on the mission. He’s also impressed but also saddened by how she’s trying to push through the mission even though she’s so much less experienced and is getting less rest than any of them.

Maybe these could be combined and that’s why she ended up falling asleep on someone else? Like she’s so tired her body draws her to the nearest willing shoulder.

Anyway just some fun ideas! I hope you’re well 🩷

One, so sad you don't write yourself. You 100% should, I love your brain. I hope you're well too

Two, I hope this is up to yalls standards. Sorry its so long. I watched two movies making this, i got distracted 😋😋 :>>>

Not proofread 🤕

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After two years of being with the team, it almost became ritual for presents for either you or Ghost to be a collection of the two of you together, one sleep or both.

You thought it was a cute tradition. It was something you almost looked forward to, more than clothes or jewelry or trinkets. It was your favorite gift and you wouldn't trade not one photo for anything else.

But cute was not something Ghost was akin to. It was kind of the... opposite of Ghost. He was a hardened, seasoned soldier, not some fluffy pillow you could kick back on.

Yes, maybe he let you lay on his lap sometimes, and maybe you've gone to him for comfort on more than one occasion, hugging him tightly, blubbering sorrys and other apologies.

He never cooed at you, reassured you, or even hugged you back... but he let you mush your tiny face into his chest whenever life got too much for you.

Maybe it was after a mission, maybe days after and the memories came back. He'd been through it himself, he knew the feeling. Only he didn't have anyone to lean on, so maybe you leaning on him gave him some sort of closure. He doesn't know, he doesn't really think about it. He can't, not with his life on the line almost everyday and yours. It was a distraction, wasted time he simply didn't have.

So, like any sane person with having good literally put in front of them, he pushed you away. He kept his distance, kept you off his shoulder, because whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was growing... fond of you. Not attached. Merely... tolerant of you-- your behavior-- and that in of itself was dangerous. Fondness, trust, softness, got you killed in the field.

You didn't even notice at first, too caught up with each grueling mission. You were sputtering, running on the last fumes of your gas. Sleep didn't come easy when you were being shot at, yelled at, and pulled onto yet another plane.

But here... it's cold. And cold makes you unnaturally sleepy. It was something you've known about yourself since childhood. When it got cold, you got sleepy. That's just how it's always been. And now, in the Candian cold, in the less than warm safe house, you were getting tired.

You had last watch with Johnny, Kyle and Price first, Ghost and Price after.

Lounging on the cushy couch the safe house provided, curled up in one of the few blankets, you leaned to the side, Ghost's shoulder the comfortable pillow you remember. You yawn, nuzzling a little closer before your eyes open again.

His finger on the side of your head, pushed you away, moving you closer to Johnny before removing himself from the couch entirely.

He didn't even bother looking at you.

You frowned, watching him walk further and further away. He walked until he was completely out of your eyesight, making your frown droop even more.

You were pulled out of the sad fog by Soap. He shook you slightly, wrapping his arm around your smaller body.

"'S okay bonnie. He's usually a prick." Johnny assures with a small smile, pulling you closer as you surrendered to the fate that was Soap's shoulder.

It was warm, soft, nice. But not Ghost warm, soft, nice. Simon wasn't just warm, he was a fucking furnace, constantly burning, a crackling fire that lulled you to sleep. And he wasn't soft, he was fluff you melt into, like that one pillow you got and can only find cheap replacements for because others are too firm. And godforbid someone call his shoulder just nice. His presence, scent, the way his breath was its own type of calming was just... perfect. Soap was just... just mediocre. But it would have to do because it didn't seem like Ghost was gonna return anytime soon and you needed sleep.

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When Ghost had left he wasn't prepared for the anger, the fury that bubbled in his chest seeing you asleep on someone else, let alone cuddled up to fucking Johnny on the small couch. Laying on top of him like he was the softest bed you've made contact with.

He squinted his eyes at the sight, his balled up fists itching for a throwing knife. He couldn't see your bunched up face, contorted in agony because Soap, as big as he was, just wasn't thick enough to sink into. It was more uncomfortable than you would've liked to admit. Bless Soap's poor, sad face if he ever found out he wasn't comfortable enough for his favorite lass.

Ghost stormed out again, standing in the cold silently as his entire body heated up with annoyance, and anger, and every other synonym of the two.

He was on watch now, even though his mind was clouded with images of you and someone else.

You, you, you.

You and someone else.

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A soft shake jolted you awake, a knife in your hand before you registered the soft, amused smile and eyes of your captain.

"Easy there." He said, helping you up, watching as you stretched and groaned, cracking your neck, Johnny still out cold.

"Sorry. Force of habit." You say with a sheepish smile, looking around the ever quiet room. You caught Ghost's eyes before quickly looking away, the look in his eyes nothing short of barely controlled rage.

You didn't know how you'd made him mad, but he looked angry. Angrier than when he chewed you out for sleeping on him your very first mission.

"No need to apologize." He continues before shaking Johnny awake too.

When Johnny finally sat up-- having to be promptly smacked awake-- Price informed the two of you that you were now on watch.

You went to the window, looking out at the quiet snow that fell in unique snowflakes, catching up with its brothers and sisters, quietly laying next to its family before watching another fall.

The house was quiet, aside from Price's unbridled snores and Gaz soft muses in his sleep. You don't know where Ghost went off too, probably the very back room to lie down.

You couldn't take the silence anymore as you finally looked at Soap, beckoning him over to talk.

Your whispers surely too quiet to wake anyone else in the house. It was only the drop of something heavy that finally pulled your head up from snickering with Soap, shattering the bubble of silence that seemed to envelope the house.

You turned, watching Ghost angrily arrange fire in the small hearth. He didn't look at you again, glaring at an oblivious Soap as the both of you made your way over, watching the lieutenant work.

"What're ya doin' Lt.?" Soap asks, looking into the fireplace.

You looked too, focusing more on the hands that worked than the actual work.

"Fuck does it look like Johnny?" Ghost said, snappier than usual.

"Why're you fillin' up the fireplace?" You ask, looking to an offended Soap and back to the pile of neatly arranged logs.

"Can't have you fallin' asleep on watch." He answers gruffly, throwing a match into the fire. His 'you' sounding like sin. Reprimand.

Soap was too enamored with the fire to question Ghost's words. Not cryptic, but unusual.

"I wouldn't fall asleep on watch-" you say in an offended tone before he cuts in.

"But you fall asleep in the cold." He says, clipped and clearly aggravated. Accusatory, like he shouldn't know that.

You stare up a him blankly, watching his eyes. Watching him watch you with the same blank look.

"How-" you start to question before he checks your shoulder, knocking you into Johnny, pulling the Scottish man back to reality. Soap pulls a rattled you back to the window, looking out at the soft, untouched snow, mindlessly continuing the conversation from before.

But him-- his words rattled around in your brain as the other man talked, his words going in one ear and out the other as Ghost's words floated around the empty space between your ears. Just him, his words, the fire that crackled behind him.

Him, him, him.

Him and his words.

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You were finally relieved from duty as the sun started to come up, making the snow sparkle. The sun itself tinting the sky pink and orange and red, painting the sky picturesque.

You looked away from its beauty solemnly as everyone else started to wake. You turned away, stretching again before watching the others work, looking like little ants. The thought made you smile, giggling to yourself and putting you in good spirits, something unusual from the usual bite you had in the mornings. They weren't your thing.

The rest of the task force looks at you before you just wave them off, helping with breakfast.

Price talks as the rest eat.

"Evac comes at noon, be packed up and ready by then. We have new leads to follow, so wake up." He says, a pointed look at the ever groggy Johnny. You'd say he slept as much as you, if not more on leave.

You snicker, elbowing softly. The deathly glare he gives you makes you laugh more.

Gaz starts to laugh too, seemingly more amused by how tickled you looked with Johnny than Johnny himself.

Ghost is quiet, not bothering to join in with the happy that seemed to surround you indefinitely. The sunlight crept in through the windows, shining on you softly as you literally glowed in his eyes. He shook his head, squeezing his eyes sit before opening them again. But there you sat, smile on your mouth, cheeks tinted red from laughing, your eyes crinkled in amusement, and you-- glowing.

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The ride back was boisterous. Well, for four out of the six people aboard it. Price and Gaz laughing, Soap-- in a better mood-- making even the pilot laugh.

But you sat alone on the other side, right in front of Ghost. You tried to sit next to him, catch up on some sleep before being deployed again, but he had sat his pack in the chair next to him, not even sparing you a glance. His jaw was clenched shut, eyes burning a hole in the side of plane.

You said nothing, walking past him and past the rest before settling on the other side. Right in front of Ghost. The silence around you deafening, the tension in between tense enough to be cut with your nails.

No one said anything, no one even looked at you two, too caught up in their own jokes and theatrics.

Luckily for you, it was a short ride back to Washington.

You'd been up on more missions than usual, which meant you'd been up for longer than usual. The sleep you got with Soap had been the most you'd gotten over a week. You'd only slept 4 hours.

The promise of a proper bed and food that wasn't MREs was the only thing fueling your near empty tank. Probably everyone else's too.

When you finally landed at base, debriefed, and ate, you were finally permitted to sleep. You couldn't even make it to your room before you crashed on the couch in the secluded area that was reserved for the 141. Soap and Gaz were already there, playing a card game.

A head peaked over one of the couches. Ghost. You took the seat next to Price, watching him read a little before scooting closer and laying on his shoulder.

You settle next to him, getting a small smile in return.

"Tired?" Price asks, looking you over before turning the page.

"Mhm." You mumble, noncommittal.

You look around for a moment, taking in the happy that enveloped the two men before switching over to Ghost who looked at you. Finally, you think.

You aren't sure why you wanted him to look at you, but he had been avoiding you since.. well yesterday. You were too tired to notice it, but now that you think about it, he hasn't talked to you in mayb a week, besides barking orders and that time by the fire.

You huff softly, shifting closer to the captain. He leaned back, wrapping an arm around you. He smelled like cigar smoke and... well, warm. Maybe Old Spice.

You drifted off to sleep, the last thing you saw being Ghost's skull balaclava. It was seared into the back of your eyelids as you closed them, trying to find solace in your dreams.

It never came.

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You awoke by yourself, passed out on the couch. You rubbed your eyes, lifting up and rubbing at the crick in your neck.

You found a mass of black in front of you. You were startled to say the least, pinching yourself to make sure it wasn't a dream.

It wasn't.

You looked up, catching Ghost again.

Looking away, you yawned, fighting the tiredness again. You couldn't get proper sleep anywhere.

A voice cut through your thoughts. Gruff, demanding, definite.

"Enjoying yourself?" It asked.

You looked back to Ghost, watching his mask move slightly.

"What?" You say, still a bit dazed from the short nap. You took a glance around the room. Cards discarded on a table some way off, Price's book discarded on the table in-between the two sofas.

"Sleeping around, I mean." He says, voice deeper than usual. He was ticked off.

Why?

"Sleeping-- what?" You ask again, offended, angry, annoyed. What the fuck was this man's game? Why was he bothering playing games with you in the fist place?

"First Soap, then Price. Who's next? Gaz?" He asks, glaring at you.

"What are you talking about?" You demand now, sitting up properly.

"I'm talking about you sleeping with everyone."

Your brain takes a moment to catch up before glaring at him.

"You mean on them? Because I'm tired? Because I've been up for 84 fucking hours, I think I deserve sleep." You spit out.

"On them, with them, same difference." He comments nonchalantly.

"Uhm, no. Not the same thing." You argue, eyeing him like he's grown a third head.

"They are to me."

".... Are- Ghost, are you jealous?" You ask, not expecting an answer.

He scoffs like it's the most ridiculous thing in the world, but his eyes tell-- scream a different story to you.

"You are." You laugh.

"I'm not. You're.. you're ridiculous." He says, scoffing again.

"No. I'm right. You are jealous."

"Uhm, no. I'm not." He reiterates.

"Yeah, you are." You say, full on smiling now.

He doesn't answer you a third time, opting to just look at you blankly, hoping his jealousy couldn't be seen through his mask.

It wasn't, but it was easily spotted through his eyes.

He huffed again, leaning back into the couch, crossing his arms.

"Fine. I'll only... sleep with you, if you apologize." You finally say after a moment of too long silence.

"Apologize?" He says, clearly annoyed at the prospect. "For what?"

"Do you really want me to go down the list?"

F"Go on." He taunts.

"One, for ignoring me for no reason. Two, for being jealous for no reason and making me lose out on sleep. Three, making me lose out on sleep when I could've used it. Four--"

"Okay. I get it. Jesus." He huffs again, his arms crossing tighter.

"Apologize." You say again.

He gives you a look, eyeing you like you've just spoken blasphemy.

You give him a look like you're not playing.

"...." He tsks audibly, opening his legs slightly for comfortability.

You raise an eyebrow, narrowing your eyes at him.

He clears his throat, his leg bouncing for a second. "And.. me..." He clears his throat again. "You only sleep with me. Okay?" He says, his authoritive voice back on.

"Mhm. I'll only sleep with you. Simon." You taunt.

"Me, and my shoulder." He continues, eyeing you seriously.

"Mhm."

"Good." He huffs out one last time before leaving.

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"He said that? Him and his shoulder?"

"Mhm. Cause he knows what's good for him." You nod, eating a bit more.

"Okay girl. Okay." Gaz concedes, picking off your plate before recoiling when you smack his hand.

"What're you two on?" Ghost asks, eyeing Gaz.

"She's all yours man." Gaz says, raising his hands in surrender.

Ghost's eyes narrow, eyeing you after.

You only shrug, leaning on his shoulder. Pre-deployment nap after eating? Hell yeah.

[tobiasdrake]

What do you make of Gohan's arc throughout the Dragon Ball series?

It was a better idea than Toriyama was capable of executing on.

Gohan's arc suffers from three things. The first two are on Toriyama. They're Toriyama's tendency to write by the seat of his pants and plan very few things ahead of time and Toriyama's predilection towards the specific kind of journey that Goku had to define Dragon Ball's story.

And the last is on Toei. It's the lack of imagination and tendency for derivatively repeating what's been successful before over innovating and pursuing new ideas that is commonly on display in the anime.

To the first, Gohan's arc was not planned out nearly as far in advance as it really needed to be. Gohan's arc begins in the Room of Spirit and Time, and not a second before. Up until that point, Gohan doesn't have an arc. He has a seed; An interesting story point planted into his neck from the Raditz arc onward on a basis of "I'll figure out something to do with this later."

This is something a lot of writers do and then later act like they planned it all ahead of time. They didn't. They just planted a seed and then later an idea for how it should sprout sprang forth. That's not a bad thing. It's absolutely fine to plant seeds to sow much later.

But when you wait too long to figure out how to sow it, it can lead to some jankiness. In Gohan's case, he is left horribly disserviced by the Android arc, of which he's barely even involved until it suddenly retroactively turns out to have been his story all along at the very last minute. Of all the janky elements of the Android Arc, its main protagonist being a non-entity for 95% of it is one of them.

So how we got there sucks. But once he takes the spotlight, it's good, right? Well, no.

The second problem is that Gohan isn't the kind of character Toriyama can write as a main Dragon Ball protagonist. Because when Toriyama writes Dragon Ball, he writes the kind of story that centers a character like Goku.

The things about Gohan that make him unique and distinctive from Goku also make him poorly suited to be the Replacement Goku of a Goku Story. Toriyama just couldn't think of a way to make him Goku and wasn't equipped to writing a story that centers a character like Gohan. So ultimately he fell back on the character best suited to being Goku. Which is Goku.

So Toriyama fucked up Gohan's arc on the way in and fucked up Gohan's arc on the way out. But he wasn't the only creative writing Gohan. What about Toei? They wouldn't be restrained by the problems plaguing Toriyama, right?

Well, no. They have their own problems. They had their own solution to the "Gohan isn't well-suited to being Goku" problem. They just wrote Gohan as Goku. Problem solved!

Toei wasn't interested in Gohan's unique character traits or personality, because they just remix existing elements that were popular and successful in the past. They just wanted to write Goku, so they wrote him as Goku. They gave him Goku's hunger for adventure and battle, Goku's independent streak, Goku's drive to pursue martial arts. There isn't an ounce of Gohan in their Gohan; It's all Goku.

At least until the end of the Cell Games. By that point, Gohan had enough material that he could start ripping himself off instead of ripping off Goku.

That's basically all that Modern Gohan amounts to. Piccolo's Sacrifice, Super Saiyan 2, Super Saiyan 2, Piccolo's Sacrifice, Super Saiyan 2. Super Saiyan 2, Piccolo's Sacrifice, Super Saiyan 2. Piccolo's Sacrifice, Piccolo's Sacrifice, Super Saiyan 2. Rinse and repeat. With some Great Saiyaman thrown in there because that was pretty funny.

Which leaves Gohan pretty much fucked from all sides. He's a character who once had a wealth of potential behind him, but who's been done dirty in every possible way by every creator who's ever written him.

[charles-leclerc-official]

Wait which helmet? Please tell me you don't mean Estes 😭

omg no Estes was gorgeous!

I'm talking about this assault on the senses

it's actually painful to look at. Design wise, worst helmet I have seen, I cannot even imagine how much worse it will be under the sun in motion.

[wheatstar]

why is shadow so hard to get through i want to be done with it so bad... really really not looking forward to thunder

[kianamaiart]

Growing an audience takes time and getting people to care about your characters can often take more time. I've done a bunch of OCs in the past but none of them really got traction until my IDWTBAMG OCs. I steadily grew my social media following for well over a decade. A lot of checking socialblade, looking at analytics and generally drawing/posting everyday. I have a whole doc available about this type of stuff.

There's no particular shortcut other than happening to go viral or getting really lucky. But I will say "branding" or carving out a niche for yourself over time helps. Although I've been in a number of different fandoms over the past 15 years I've been on the internet, the kind of art I do has been pretty consistent. Lots of shorter, light hearted comics or vignettes highlighting relationships (be them romantic, platonic or familial) and people started enjoying my work for my writing style more so than just what fandom I was creating for.

Finding your community, creating stuff that aligns with those communities and engaging with others is huge. A lot of my work prior to IDWTBAMG centered queer people (specifically sapphics), Black and Asian folks and stylistically is very anime/modern western cartoon inspired. It's what became known for in fandom spaces and what people were following me for. So when I finally did make IDWTBAMG, a concept with anime influences, in a western cartoon style, with two Black, sapphic leads, it just fit right into what I was already doing. Like if you grew your following from doing cute, slice of life stuff, then suddenly dropped a psychological horror comic, chances are it's not gonna grab a large part of your audience. Might bring some new folks in, but you're ultimately kinda starting over and pivoting (that's why rebrands are hard to pull off). This may not be the best example but hopefully you get what I mean. Appeal to the communities you've fostered!

I hate using corporate speak for art but if you ARE trying sell your ideas to people and get your work out there, you do kinda have to learn how to market yourself and your art to some extent. Get in the head of a marketing agent or a brand manager. What's popular right now? How can I use that to my advantage? What times should I be posting my artwork to get the most eyes on this? Who is my target audience and how do I effectively appeal to them while staying true to my own work? Stuff like that. Genuinely, studying how social media managers operate as well as just observing how businesses market their products helped me a lot. "Okay I'm making this animatic, but it won't come out for the next four months. How do I keep people interested and hyped for that amount of time leading up to the pilot's release? I'll keep doing comics here and there so people connect with the characters by the time the pilot comes out. Once I get he VAs recorded, I'll make posts to get people hyped for the casting. I'll upload snippets and behind the scenes stuff to give people a taste of what's to come. I'll release during Black History Month since this is a Black led project with Black characters. I'll have a specific upload time at peak hours to get a good amount of people watching for the premiere and to give the pilot a good running start." This was all stuff I was taking into consideration and planning for.

Then generally, I think people connect to characters more than anything. You can have a cool concept and fun world building ideas but if your execution is bad and your characters aren't compelling, what's the point, y'know? IDWTBAMG isn't a particularly novel concept imo, but I think its strengths lie in the characters and how they interact. The concept is just a tool to give the character dynamics and relationships legs to stand on. So few of the comics I've done with these guys have to do with their lore, it's just small interactions of the girls in class, at a convenience store or just talking to each other in a void. Even though it's simple, that's often the kind of thing people connect with.

Then there's just the technical aspect of having appealing drawing! Getting better at your craft, if nothing else, is good for catching eyes and helping with your execution of your project. While it's not always necessary, I think it helps a lot. I know there's a lot of people who follow me just because they personally like my art style and character design.

Not sure how helpful this actually is LOL. It really does just kinda take time. We all have to start somewhere. I was a "small artist" too at one point. It was years of trial and error, mental breakdowns, finding my own artistic voice and posting artwork almost daily for like 5 years straight. I do think that's why IDWTBAMG ended up being so special to me. It really does feel like a culmination of everything I've learned and all that hard work up to this point and people can kinda feel that.

[mianaissante]

“ you know i'm not a bad girl, but i do bad things with you.”

summary: your best friend of 10 years helps you remove your bdsm toys after getting stuck with it on for 2 hours, having you overstimulated while he's...stuck with a tent in his basketball shorts:)

pairing/s: itadori yuuji! wc: 9.4k

warnings!! light bdsm, heaaavy and heeefty dacryphilia 😮‍💨, overstimulation, spanking, bondage, blindfolding, praise kink, degradation, edging, dry humping, makeout sesh, shower sex, p in v!!, cunnilingus, fingering, doggy style, mating press, missionary, spooning, manhandled HEAAAVYYY🫡

tags: itadori yuuji x fem!reader, freaky reader and "innocent" yuuji, switch itadori, gymrat yuuji!!, he gives the best aftercare.

a/n: for the people with the same perverted thoughts as me, this one's for you LOLLL 💕💕

for the experience, listen to so it goes.. by taylor swift!

crying out yuuji's name to help you rid yourself of the very bdsm toys you chose to wear was one of the many events you didn't think would ever happen in the 10 years of your friendship.

it all started a few days ago when you thought that it would be a bright idea to purchase some bdsm toys online, well, to try while yuuji was busy in the gym.

an unexpected truth to be exact, was that you had a disgusting secret you never had a chance to share with your best friend, and it was that you were into bdsm and quite possibly be a freak.

although, while being a virgin and exploring your preferences, you've never had a real encounter with a dominant which made you a tad bit inexperienced. you were just starting out after all.

yuuji never asked you about anything sexual as you and him grew up together from diapers until college. he's never had that though of you, and neither did you towards him. however you knew that he was never into what you were into. he was such a sweet boy, you never imagined he'd delve into bdsm like you do now.

what made him be the one you'd call to was because he was your roommate. living in a bungalow house was fun in it's idea, execution wise, it was hard to find privacy. walls were extremely thin, the slightest of yawns can be heard.

but because of his daily routine of leaving at three in the afternoon, you found yourself dedicating that time to explore your body and it's limits.

and well... it's at its limit.

in squirmish hums, you were sprawled on your bed with a spreader bar latched on your ankles. cuffs tightly securing your wrists onto the bar which made you lay your head down on your pillows and your taut ass waving in the air. slick dribbles all over your sheets where your cunt swallows a purple shaped vibrating dildo you lost the controller to.

dumb now, was it?

while you were overstimulated, your vision was simply blocked with blindfolds, and your mouth encasing a gagball which refrained you from speaking.

was it torture?

no, it really wasn't. it felt good, great even. you were just overstimulated. it was your 5th orgasm when the door clicked and you realized you lost the controller of the dildo, irresistibly stuck in the same position you found pleasure.

whimpers, warbles of your breath, tears gliding your cheeks and heat overflowing your bruised pussy taking in thrusts of the sex toy continuously filled the walls in a monotonous waves of groans.

“ yuu!” a muffled impression of his name making it seem like you were okay yet you weren't. in a way, it held such lustful intentions that you never addressed.

“ngh—hah-fuck..” was all the series of words you could ever execute, gagball intact. yuuji's footsteps drawing closer, you felt a sense of embarrassment basking your body which didn't. “ yuu! help..ngh!” yet it wasn't understandable.

his heavy feet comes to a halt when he reaches the front of your door. a worried knock decorating the small space. “ [name], are you okay?” his voice trembled with care, a sound you knew all too well.

you couldn't bare him seeing you like this, but alas, it was the present.

heavy pants feathered through your lips, curling yourself up and over but restrictions continued to hinder your ability to peel yourself off from such indulgence. “yuu!” you choked, your tongue tasting the plastic of the spherical object jammed in your mouth. turned on even more when the dildo started pulsing harder and faster. “ yuu—” whining, writhing in your place, bed frame wobbling as you stretched upward with your flesh in the air.

“ i'm coming inside, okay? don't get mad..” yuuji quickly says, as if to distract you feom the "pain," the door clinking in unison. “ what's—” he pauses at the sight, his gym bag dropping dramatically on the floor. “—wrong?”

it was a lewd sight. never in his life would he have thought he'd see his childhood best friend like this. blood undeniably rushes to his cheeks and lips parted. how could he control this reaction? how?! parts of your body which he only imagined were now out in display at him.

tears swarmed and distressed the blindfold which you wore— tears that stained your rosy cheeks. sticky saliva building up in the corners of your lips while your muffled out whimpers in what seemed like pleasure and pain danced in his vision and hearing. your wrists and ankles marked with red patches of cuffs complimented the way your slick cunt had its dripping liquid all over the inner most flesh of your thighs. the steel bar glistening with your juices on it.

he was hard.

he could only imagine what it felt like running his thick hand across your hot skin— wait.

yuuji quickly shook those thoughts out of his head, not wanting to take advantage of you in such a vulnerable situation. your head turned where his footsteps laid, suddenly his body made your bed sink down to his weight. there was no point in denying— both of you were nervous and with the way your hearts were panging in embarrassment and desire, it wouldn't be a surprise if both of you suffered a heart attack.

gentle two hands laid your head on his lap, strong fingers calmly untying the gagball from behind your head, his heart skipping a beat again. was there something in the air that made it hard to breathe? yuuji peeled the toy from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two together lingered. he basks in the redness of his cheeks.

to him, you still looked innocent as the day he met you, and he knew this when you suddenly burst into tears out of emotions washing over you. yuuji's eyes softened in your glow, cupping your face with his rough palms with thumbs which drew circles softly on your skin.

“ i—i'm sorry you had to see me like this!” you rambled, it was beyond repair. you were damaged. “ you must feel so disgusted of me now, don't you?” yuuji quickly swept you up, kissing your forehead.

“ it's okay baby, it's alright. don't worry, i've got you.” your voice warbled in intensity, tears drowning out any coherence you can say to him. “ i'm not disgusted, i was just shocked. calm down now, please?” yuuji's rough hands detangled your hair from the blindfold, lifting it up from your face.

“ it's just—” hiccup! “ you took so long standing there! i thought you hated me at that point on..” your sobs continued while the dildo on you still worked you up.

yuuji cooed, “ i can never hate you.” you laid there on his lap worrying away how to disappear from the face of the earth. he, on the other hand, felt the tip of his thumb graze over your glistening lips. with one quick swipe, you stopped whimpering. “ now tell me what i need to do, yeah?” he asks softly.

he couldn't deny that he was growing harder at the sole sight of you. your eyes were sullen and red, upset by the fact you let yourself be seen this way, doe irises that made his heart melt. “yuu... get the dildo out of me..—hagh please!” you bucked backwards, your hips failing on you. yuuji held you securely with his strong arms, but his body was giving out as well.

watching you writhing from the simple toy sparked something within him, like it had been dormant for so long. your constant whimpering paired with how your toes were curling was giving him the final blow, but he chose to remain calm.

he kissed your cheeks as if you were the littlest thing in the world he wanted to protect. “ okay, baby. got it.” yuuji swiftly got up, the bed bouncing back up to its original place.

the sun was setting from your window, the light glazing your room with a golden glow. your eyes which regained its ability to see watched your best friend tend to you slowly.

he sank down near your behind, the tension in the air filling up while you begin to experience what seems like your 6th orgasm yet.

a cold hand firmly sets itself on the curve of your back, two fingers both on its soft pooling dimples and a gentle voice pulling you out your highs. however, it made you feverish, burning, and needy.

“ yuu, i'm so sorry..” whimpering in more sobs, “ so..so so sorry..” but your body wasn't sorry at all— in fact it was reacting to his hand sliding up and down, tracing circles on the curve of your back for comfort. “ shush, it's alright. no need to worry, hm?”

a soft moan escapes your lips. he gapes.

your eyes widened at the friction, feeling the tightness in your stomach coming undone. yuuji watches in curiosity. terrfied at the matter, you squealed, “ y—yuu please don't!”

his hand latches away, cold air now occupying your skin. “ i'm overly sensitive... don't do that, please?” yuuji hums in response, following suit to your request. the room would've been quiet if it weren't for the squelches of your sopping cunt, and yuuji wouldn't have been so turned on if he didn't hear it.

still processing everything, yuuji tried his best to get his mind off the gutter. his hands hovered on the dildo's handle, pressing random buttons to figure out how to turn it off.

but it seems like it didn't.

“ argh—hah—!yuu—ngh!” helpless and powerless you were. your insides were fired with the highest option, rapid thrusts and bursts of pulses indulging within you, groaning in utter pleasure and pain. “s—gh—stop!” you moaned, thighs attempting to rub together as if to say you needed more. you looked hot, yuuji knew that.

he was starting to rethink his life choices. you moaned his name and his dick twitched in his basketball shorts. you started crying yet he felt the urge to flip you over and fuck you raw. you were his best friend!

in a spur of panic, he spams more buttons to turn it off. “ sorry, i... didn't realize it would do that.” for fucks sake, he sounded so breathless. he was sorry but his thick cock sure wasn't. his boxers weren't helping, so tight around him.

you kept on whimpering, squirming on the bed until you weren't. when yuuji finally pulled the dildo out of you, juices squirted on his palms and the sleeve of his hoodie. he licked his lips, a huge lump in his throat hindering his stable breathing to which he gulped.

“ that was your favorite hoodie! fuck—yuuji i am so sorry!” you cried, looking behind you with lips bitten. that hoodie would be his most prized possession now.

his face wore something you couldn't describe, he looked out of it yet so focused. eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. “ are you mad?” you say with worry.

“ i'm not,” he smiles softly, reassuring your poor heart. “ i'll remove these from you, 'kay?” you nod at him, feeling drowsy at the wave of your orgasm subsiding.

every swift quips of his hot fingers freeing you from your misery, jolts of your hips accompanied it. the way it grazed you was sensual, intentional, but you weren't going to overthink things.

when he released you from the spreader bar, your body naturally lumped itself with the plush of your pillows. letting the need of sleep fill your eyes. while you were satisfied and free, there sits an itadori yuuji with fingers running through his hair, sweat running his forehead with a fear of realization that he had a thick boner.

a really, really, painfully hard, thick boner.

he was going to die.

the moment you woke up, the sun had already disappeared, the moon's bright glow replacing its golden hues. your body was still compensating with your orgasms and overstimulation, dealing with how you pushed your luck with those toys. embarrassment is an understatement, it was everything you felt but somewhere in the deep pits of your head, it turned you on so bad.

yuuji was himself as always, waking up to clean sheets and a simple white t shirt was expected of him. he never rummaged through your drawers, yet he made your bed and cleaned up your sex toys, placing it atop your desk chair.

he was the sweetest person you know and you made him go through all that. you were so close to killing yourself.

however, from across your room, itadori yuuji had other plans on his mind...well his cock.

squelch! schlurp! fap!

yuuji felt guilty for ever thinking of you in that way, but there he was with his fat dick in hand fisting away. on his free arm, he had the hoodie he wore a while ago, the one you squirted on. he held it tightly between his fingers, inhaling the scent of your sex feverishly.

he was going delirious.

each stroke felt like a wave of ecstacy, imagining it were you felt like drugs. heaving groans and whispers lulled the air into something so lewd. his head tilted, lips parted softly, and eyes shut tightly, while his palms teased the rim of his tip.

“fuck..” in long dragged out vowels, he didn't even deny it anymore how long this pent up frustration lasted. these thoughts were what he pushed in the back of his mind, now resurfacing, he pumps his sad, pulsating dick.

you were crying and helpless, he knew how adorable you looked when you were upset, he always teased you for it. was this now back firing? he couldn't get it off his mind no matter what he did. for fuck's sake he has had this boner in what seemed like three hours now. it was painful.

schlap! squelch! “ argh—hah..” [name], if only he could moan your name out loud. these walls were too thin.

he felt like a pervert for sniffing the sleeve of his hoodie, but you smelled so sweet that he couldn't resist. he was helpless. dying to chase that release as his hands curled and gripped tighter on his cock. would you feel this tight as well? he shook his head, no, you would be tighter.

and alas, the walls were indeed too thin. because now you waddled your way to the front of his room to thank him for helping you, yet were greeted by a disarray of heavy breathing and the sounds of his hands fapping his dick.

oh?

not knowing what came over you, you found yourself standing still next to the door, hand on the door knob without twisting it open. and thighs rubbing together by the lustful sounds his beautiful lips were making. this was bad..this was private. but what are the odds he was masturbating to you?

the wetness from your highs still remained intact, dripping onto your thighs which felt like a sticky and swishing delight. why were you so turned on by your best friend?

moments later, you heard his final groan, whimpering your name that made you squirm in your place. it was confirmed. he was masturbating to you. and now you had the tiniest ounce of confidence to open the door in thick sweat.

“ yuu? are you okay?”

it was a sight. his grey sweatpants were now stained black and the hoodie you thought he threw in the laundry was in his hand. he quickly threw the clothe away from your sight and his cheeks flushed with amber.

“ y—yeah?” he gulped nervously, “ you scared me.” his fingers hooking onto the neckline of his white t-shirt, airing out the fabric in his sweat ridden body.

from your peripheral vision as you closed the door shut, silence filling the space with the gurgles of his air conditioning, you saw he was shifting in his place. “ you still horny?”

his eyes widened, “ what?!— no! of course not.”

not needing anymore of his lies, you slowly went up to him while he got up to hold your hand. “ l-look i'm sorry for barging in your room like that and i'm terribly sorry for thinking of you that way.”

he was deeply sincere, “ i'm so sorry, [name].” you started at both your hands intertwined, he was always this kind. but you were having none of it.

“ that thing over here isn't sorry, you know?” smirking, you saw how his dick twitched underneath the thick clothe of his sweats. “w—what?!” he yelped as your hands found its way on his chest pushing you to the door.

“ let me ask you again, are you horny?”

yuuji warbled, “ no?”

it was frustrating, but you held your ground and lifted yourself on your tiptoes. chest heaving with anticipation. whispering to his ear sensually, “ sure you are.”

that was when it shocked you. yuuji's hands hovered on the curve of your back, now latching his rough palms on your skin and gripping your ass. “ yeah, fuck it.”

it was uncoordinated, heavy, and out of control. despite that, it felt incredible. his lips was luxury, his tongue against yours snapped you in half, and his thick clothed dick rhythmically thrusted in your hips. “ yuu—hah~” groaning against his plump lips, he pulls away and dips his head between your jaw and neck.

“ shit—you're so—” squelch! schlurp!“ beautiful under me, baby..” yuuji inhaled the crook of your neck, hands on your hips grinding you against his sheath. “ this is all you, pretty.”

wet open mouthed kisses on your collarbones and his left hand leaving the plush of your ass to play with your swollen breasts. “ yeah?” breathlessly, you held his jaw with both your small dainty hands, running your fingers through his undercut. “mhmn—” he hummed softly on your skin, leaving trails of hickeys all over your neck. the vibrations of his voice sent an electric current to your spine, leading it to your clit which was still bruised and aching.

“ jus' kiss me now, yuu..” his head tilted up when he stopped kneeling to stimulate your tits, he got up and opened his plump lips to you again. the hotness and slick of your saliva combining with his. yuuji's right hand cupped your cheek, angling him in a way which trembled your legs. “ you taste so sweet f'me..” he growled, “ such a fucking tease.” he says between kisses.

pulling away, a string of saliva connects you to him who was breathing heavily. your eyes— still watery— glowed like a deer's against his irises which stared harder at your beauty. heavy panting between you, and suddenly your being pushed to his desk.

tumble! splash! clink!

the table was cleared with a swift swipe of his arm, and he has you on the desk with both hands behind your lower back and head smushed down onto the wooden vinyl.

spank!

hefty hand prints left your naked butt on display, “ what made you think it was safe for you to try that here, huh?” his lips trailed open mouthed kisses on the indents, rises of your back. the feeling was sensational, unreal even. there were times where you felt like giving out, knees wobbling in place.

“ i thought you would be—hah!” squinting harshly and heavily breathing, through bitten lips you sighed, “ home later.”

thwack!

yuuji scoffs and slaps your ass, “ you know i'm home before five, right?” desire now blinding his head, he grinds the apex of your thighs on his growing bulge. he loved how your flesh rippled with every spank he did.

“ i know— yuu!” you yelped at the springing feeling, like dozens of needles jabbing at your skin yet you felt more turned on now.

“ naughty girl”

“ didn't mean to”

“ of course you didn't ” he chuckled and turned you around, “ right— fuck! right there yuu!”

your back now on his cold desk, and legs spread wide as he continued humping you senselessly through his clothed dick. yuuji kisses you shut, turning your whimpers into muffled moans. squelch! squelch!

he pulls away and licks your jaw.

“ came home just in time for that series you told me we'd watch the other day.”

right! you begged him to watch this new romance series netflix released. but with the busy schedules mixing up, it completely flew over your head. “ i forgot about that..”

“ and we're here fucking.” he grins beneath your feverish skin, all inhibitions out of the fucking window. you giggled softly while watching him ravage your body, “ well— technically we're not..”

hands on his head, his palms kneading your waist, and his lips leaving splotchy wet kisses on your navel, he smirks, “ wanna change that?”

“yes..” you moaned through his teases. principles and everything you've been overthinking are now left in the dark, demanding are your heeding needs.

schlurp! squelch!

his arms are now encircling your heated body, carrying you to his soft bed, laying you down his lap with hands so strong it imprinted on your skin. “ wanna tell me when you started using those without me knowing?”

splotch! thwap!

you've never seen yuuji in this light, demanding and stern. an indicator that he was in fact itadori yuuji, was his sense of humor and free nature. constant smiles and jokes, he was always so gentle towards you.

the heat pooling within you found its way on his grey sweatpants, gliding over his precum collecting on the clothe as well. “ i jus' bought those last week.”

fwop!

he tugs on your lips for entrance, his tongue grazing against yours, after a few heavy sighs you pull away. out of breath, he sighs in disbelief, “ really, now?”

yuuji's brows quips together, cute. “ yes, yuu.”

“you're really into that stuff?” his hands left your hips, running it up your back and onto your waist— schlurp!— heartbeats syncing in the quiet stance of the room, wet squelches of your kisses, yuuji found his way cupping your breasts from beneath your shirt— his t-shirt.

like fire blazing your already hot skin, his lips dragged on your jaw which worked open mouthed kisses to your collarbones. “ yeah..—fuck yuu!” he wasn't guiding your hips anymore, it was all you now. the right friction stimulated your swollen clit, juices lapping up to spread in your entire slit.

squelch! peck!

“ since when?” he asks, both hands beneath your ass, feeling the undeniable wetness of your pussy. “ don't know... 16?” you couldn't give him coherent answers, the pleasure just kept building up in your knotting stomach.

he chuckled in your ear, “ such bad girl, aren't you?” you frown at him and shook your head. “—hah— am not..”

yuuji knows how bad you are at denying things, he's already got you cornered. “ so too, ” he teased to which you rolled your eyes.

“ whatever,” playing with his hair was the most cutest thing you can do while he did sinful things to you down there. your once clear skin was now marked with dozens of purple-ish marks, splotchy wet looking kisses, and bite marks. “ no need to deny such things, pretty girl, i've seen everything i needed to know.”

banter with yuuji was fun and all, but you seriously needed something more, it was a despicable itch that you wanted out of the way.

fwop!

“ hey, yuu?”

schlurp!

“ hm?”

squelch!

“ i really need you and this isn't cutting it.”

fwap!

your best friend's lips tugged upwards, “ so needy, huh?” in that moment, he licks your bottom lip urging with desire.

“ shut up.”

he laughs at your response and pecks your lips, “ okay, baby. be patient, hmm?”

an irresistible pout enters your face, “ but i don't want to wait anymore.” your whines weren't giving him justice either.

“i dont know what's wrong with me [name], when i saw you cry like that, i never thought i would be this hard.” he groaned in your ears while his hard hands controlled your hips.

thwack! thump!

“ i never thought i'd be so turned on when you saw me like that..”

“ me neither” and he kisses you again—slosh!—you stop him, string of saliva connecting you both. you gasped, “ yuu i'm being serious, i need you in me.”

“ yes sweetheart, wait a little longer.”

without saying much words, your vocal chords let out a pitchy load of whines, turning something on in yuuji's system.

“ didn't i tell you to be patient?” his grip grounded you harder on the sudden rise of his clothed cock. right where his fat tip sits proudly against your throbbing clit.

“ hah—fuck!” your eyes rolled back in their sockets and the innermost part of your thighs started to hurt from how spread apart you are. never really taking into account how huge yuuji's body was next to you. “k-keep going like that—please..” he hums in contentment.

“ wear them again for me, yeah?” his low growl fluttered butterflies in your stomach, and you realize he was referring to your sex toys. a giggle escapes from your used lips, “ did that turn you on that much?”

he nods, a little embarrassed to admit it,“ hng—kinda?”

deciding to finally let loose and tease him, you rise from his lap and tangled your arms behind his neck.“ you can use whatever on me, i have more,” whispering sensually in his ears, you nibble on its shell, before gripping his soft chin with your hand and licking his jaw.

“alright, pretty.” he smirks, throwing you on his shoulders. a quick yelp managed to escape your shocked face, lips forming an 'o' when he slapped your ass again. “ think you can keep up with me?”

spank!

you laugh at him kicking the door open and leading you into your room, “ i know i can.”

“ let's see, sweets.” yuuji shuts your room's door tightly and throws you on the bed. “ hey! why so rough?” you got up from the cloud of pillows and see him taking his grey sweats off, then his shirt.

“ i'm having fun seeing you like this, can you blame me?” you shook your head, placing your foot on his chest when he knelt on your bed.

he pouts cutely, a hand on your ankle, “spread your legs, baby, i can't deal with this anymore.” your best friend was always one for teasing. he kept moving forward and you were resisting, now folded in half, yuuji backs up and pulls you towards him with your ankle. “ feel me, [name]?” yuuji whines, grinding your raised hips against his, “ i've been hard for 4 fucking hours, it's too much f'me, you know?”

“can't you remove your boxers yuu?” you cried, tugging on his arms. he shakes his head, “ that's for later, you've got to wait.”

thing is..you already felt him, hard and beating on you, his dick would twitch every few seconds everytime your cunt swallows his curve whole, coating it with your slick.

smooth strings of gasps from your breathy mouth lingered in the air as you threw your head against your pillows, hands gripping the sheets. this was something you've imagined since you hit puberty. sex...intimacy...fucking...you never understood the hype of dry humping, but now you do.

pink hairs frayed everywhere on his forehead, he looked beautiful underneath your light. your best friend held your chin with a hand as he humped you faster, your toes curling and legs now wrapped against his waist to secure him in place.

it was a mess, both of you were a mess. matched sighs, and matched quips of breaths, heartbeats and your cunt against his cock thumping the same way. “ in my drawer, i've got rope and a—hah paddle for— argh— spanking.” your cheeks were mushed together, making you incoherent but yuuji understood you the entire time. “later..” he groans in your ear, hands leaving your body now on the headboard thrusting harder and stronger.

rut!

it was cruel beyond repair, he knew you were coming undone with how tight you were gripping his hips with your legs. “h—fuck—yes!” he absolutely loved hearing your moans, a hand left the headboard and guided yours to his waist, “ push me the way you want it.”

thud!

blinking heavily at him, you hum. with one quick move, he's back to striking your hips with his. each slap of his groin leaving sounds of wet skin bulldozing each other, the squelching being lewder than sex itself. spring wires of your bed were squeaking, bouncing, and jumping, its wooden headboard thrashing against the drywall making it known to your poor neighbors of your current activities.

there was a rhythm established, indulgent ruts of his clothed dick, and you start pushing him harder and he chuckles, “ are you close?”

half-lidded eyes flutter open once more, “ y-yeah...” and they shut again, head sinking further in your pillows. with one last thrust, yuuji holds your hips upwards, lifting you up in the air and guiding it to circle his groin. it was as if he knew your body the way you did. it was coming, and you were preparing yourself for the aggressive wave of pleasure that will be washing over you...

until it wasn't.

and then he dips his head between your legs, wet tongue salivating at the hot scent of your sex. ecstacy and pure stars. this was your first time being eaten out and it felt so good. half of your body was still suspended up in the air while he grasped you with both hands on your hips, thighs now resting on his shoulders. “ h-holy—shit yuu!”

“mhmn..” he grumbles against your clit, an open mouth swallowing the small yet swollen bud whole. you tried reaching for him but it was too high up, a pathetic moan leaves your lips, tears bringing in your eyes. his closed lids and nose resting on top of the fats of your cunt while he worked you up with his tongue was all you ever wished for. “ hagh— so fucking sweet...” his head tips, mouth open and his tongue on display..mixed fluids dripping from his chin and tip of the muscle. “ you're a water fall.” he looked so hot, you knew that.

“ let's make you cum, 'kay?” he quickly dives in your cunt once more, now lapping at your pussy. a bodily function you never denied, hips now bucking into the swole of his tongue. slowly, he lays your hips down on the bed, the straining pain now going away. “hmnh...fuck..”

as you were feeling the buildup collecting in your stomach, his large, rough, palm pressed on it, and then he inserted a finger inside you. your once sleepy posture now wide awake. how was this any different from a dildo? heck, he felt amazing.

while he flattened his tongue passionately, circling your clit before cupping it and sucking harshly, his finger rimmed your tight cunt. “that dildo was small..” your head was spinning, he was incoherent to you, but you hummed.

he smiles softly on your cunt, “it looks sad next to mine, don't worry, i'll make you feel good.” before dipping again into his meal. haughtily making out with your cunt while your back was arching and spasming, it was unthinkable. mind literally blacked out by sex.

when the pads of his finger reached a spongy part within you, he started curling it. your stomach now tangling itself. “ yuu! sh-shit! stay there, please..” his forearms were giving out by how tight you were but kept on going. slurping all the slick while his finger pushed upward, curled, dragged in and out slow and steady.

once he found that rhythm, your eyes were completely shut, focused solely on the feeling of it all. both heartbeats you could hear from your ears panging loudly. “ fuck! yuuji!” you sighed, gasping with tears brimming in your eyes. you didn't even know you could cry while having sex.

soft hot sighs against the cold air, your high was undeniably coming. and as if sparks started flying, your head whips upward with both hands on his hair trying to push him away with heavy breaths. but he kept going, riding your orgasm out while your thighs squeezed against both ends of his ears.

hot liquid sprayed all over his face, he grinned. “ that was quick, right?” you couldn't even think straight anymore. he licked up our cunt and crawled to you, tucking stray hairs behind your ears. “ taste yourself,” now he's making out with you.

surprisingly, it had a tangy taste to it. sweet and salty in a way. your tongue roughed up with his before he pulled away.

after kissing you, he leaves the bed. “ which drawer is it, [name]?” head spinning, you lift your head up, seeing his huge bag in front of your vanity, “ the second one..left drawer.”

both of your hands rubbed your eyes, wiping the sweat and tears. yuuji's knee sinks onto the bed with him occupied by your bondage rope, paddles, and a blindfold. he sets them aside and holds both your wrists, pulling it away from your reddened face. “ we'll need to work on that stamina if you want to do bdsm, baby..look at you already battered up.”

i guess so,” you yelped when he pulled you up, “ how do you want me to tie you up?” through drowsy eyes, you crinkle, “ i think the million dollar question is if you can tie me up properly.”

yuuji pinched your cheeks, “ i guess not.” with a heavy huff, you pulled yourself off the bed, waddling to the desk chair.

“ here, use these on me instead.” you tossed the spreader bar on his lap and sat on the bed. yuuji holds the metal, shuddering over its cold feeling. “ ass up, baby.” quickly obliging in his request, you propped into position.

“yuu?” calling out to him, your bound wrists and ankles let you struggle to see him in a clear view. the desire pitting in your cunt was pooling, the wet sheets colliding against your hot skin. when you thought he'd be holding you with his firm hands, a loud slap bounced glaringly off the room. your hips bucked forward.

spank!

another slap burned needles on your flesh, a blaring red in a shape of a star teasing you. “ f—hu—fuck!” the shivering silicone glided from your lower back exposed, following the grooves and curves of your skin. “does it feel right, baby?” yuuji's voice calls on to you, “ you don't need to answer, sweets, your body does it for me.”

thwack!

lips trembled in utter pleasure and pain, soft whimpers eliciting from your soft lips. yuuji's strong hands now curving your ass with its roughness, the itch now getting worse. it was unbearable. you needed him inside you.

spank!

“yuu! please—hah..” warbling cries danced around his ears, turning him on by the second. he never knew he'd be into seeing you cry like that. his dick painfully twitched in his beat-up boxers. the once grey underwear now turned into a collection of his cum and your slick juices. “ what is it?” he spanks you again— this time with his hands.

“agh! HAH!”

seeing your ass ripple like a pond of water made him fight himself, controlling his demons to not abuse your vulnerable stature. “ you look incredible with my hand mark, pretty.” your best friend, who you once thought was a sweet innocent baby, smirked in your trembling figure. constant vigor of vibrations coming from your limbs struggling to keep up with him.

thwap!

your vision goes white, body going haywire. juices spilt everywhere from the impact, the paddle spanking your swollen cunt electrified your spine. “ yuu!— hiccup!—ahgh!” as you regained your sight, your vision went from the headboard to the ceiling. firm knuckles entangled with a hefty amount of your hair. “be a good girl and wear this f'me, yeah?” it was a sudden movement, and now your vision is blacked out.

slap!

“yuu!” you gurgled through tears, “ it hurts..” whining only made it worst as his hands forcefully bounced on your cunt. “a—agrh!” wails of your cries and intensified sobs satisfied yuuji's dick. “ does it now?” was he a sadist?

the paddle slid from your widened ass crack to the entrance of your tight cunt, the pointy end of the star dragging on your clit. “ like that, huh?” yuuji confirms when he sees you buck your hips forward and thighs clenching together for more stimulation.

fwap!

“ too bad you won't have that..” he smirks, hearing your cries. “yuu!—ple—hah!” your words kept tumbling over each other. “ please what, hmmm?”

spank!

f—hiccup!—fuck me please!” you were beyond tired, overstimulated and edged from his constant ridicule. “please!”

thwack!

visually impaired, you trusted your other senses to know what was happening, and the next thing you felt was being flipped over on your back out in display for him. “hngh—agh!”

thwop!

“ that's the last spanking you'll get, naughty girl.” yuuji's hands quickly freed you from the spreader bar, red marks in your ankles and wrists prevalent now more than ever. by the time his fingers slid on your blindfolds, his lips caught you in a deep trance. “ get back down on your face.” squelch! squelch!

his dick was excited, he was out of control. the heavy feeling in his chest kept banging loudly, annoyingly enough to disrupt his sense of hearing. “ good... that's good..” your thighs now able to squeeze itself together pressured your clit, giving you a sensation that you oh so craved. the tightness and warmth colliding with whatever slick was left.

“ open wide f'me baby..” a thumb stuck into the hole of your ass, lifting you up casually like it was a normal way to carry you. and then, you felt it.

yuuji's fat pink-ish tip gliding along your folds, squelch! schlurp! when it stopped at your gaping hole, a fwop! elicited from both your hot sex. a fat gulp stuck in his throat, he continues. “ argh..hah..so fucking warm..”

tapping on your clit with his heavy dick, yuuji hastily pushes it in your cunt, the curves and hollows swallowing him with a struggle. “fu—fuck! it hurts..” it was a huge stretch, breathing sharply made it worse.

“relax baby, i know you can do it..” you felt comforted by his cooes, a free hand caressing the plush of your ass...spank!— “ since you're such a good girl, you can already deal with a few thrusts, yeah?”

your eyes brimmed shut with tears wallowing the corners of your cheeks, lips trembling, you managed to utter a word, “too! t'much!”

he kept pushing through, testing your limits, “ but you're halfway there, sweetheart..”

the room filled in your undeniable whimpers and sobs, crying for him to either stop moving or start moving. “ hargh—hah..” your mouth gaped open ahead of you, the headboard getting blurrier by the second. “ is..it done?”

“ yes, you did so well, pretty..” low hums vibrated off his chest, “ let's see how much you can take.”

rut!

thwack!

thrust!

“hargh—yuu!—hah fuck!” aggressive sounds of the wooden frame of your bed starting clashing once more, dulling your mind with how hard his hips was bucking against yours. creak! slam! “ your pussy swallows me so cleanly, babe, you feel so great!”

he was hollering, in fact, yuuji could not believe how good you felt. his eyes started rolling into his sockets, balls contorting at this new experience. “ yuu! s-shit!”

there was no point in denying how aggressive and messy yuuji was in bed. the reactions you were giving him were enough to make him rut his dick inside you like a dog humping a bitch. it was too good to be true, back arching and toe curling. and the way he was fucking you, reaching the deepest parts of you, was insane. he was insane.

“so fucking tight —hah—holy shit— princess—hah!” through heavy lidded eyes, his strong hands pulled you up against his chest. now sitting on top of his muscular thighs as he bound both your hands behind your back with one fist and the other sliding down the curves of your waist. he fucked hard. his rough fingers dragged on your clit as he rutted his hips on your dripping cunt.

a soft moan left your mouth, still gaping by how great he felt, “fuck—yuu!” somehow you managed to smile, turning your head to kiss his cheek. “ see how good you taste, hm?” squelch!

your stomach glided with your wet slick against the tip of his fingers and dragged it along the corners of your mouth, “suck it.” and you obliged. eyes closed making out with his fingers.

“not so innocent, are you?” yuuji continued fucking your cunt with skill, thrusting in a strong but quick motion, enough to kiss the end of your cervix and the spongy walls of your pussy. “hmng!—no—hah!” it was amazing. you could do this all day, but bruises would end up showing with how he was manhandling you. his fingers left your lips and dragged down your hips once more. “can you last longer?” he whispers on the shell of your ear, “ i know you can..” thwack! thump! fwop!

the sounds of your sobs mixing in with the sounds of your squelching skins slapping filled the air. he was losing his morals, deviously aching to make you cry for longer. he wanted to hear how sweet you sounded, how innocent your tears would stain your cute cheeks, and he wanted to see how red your lips and eyes would get. it was unbearable, he needed more—yearned for more.

“ feel me?” yuuji's voice pulled you from your trance, a heavy hand pressing on your stomach, “ i'm up 'till here, baby.. can you see?” he grins against your jaw and bites down on your collarbones. distant cries echoes everywhere in the house. your stomach bulged with the tip of his dick.

“yuu—shit! yes..—hah!” your legs were spasming out from his mean, inconsiderate thrusts. the strength left in your body caused you to lean more on the bed, falling away from his back, slumping on the plush pillows.

he frowns, “ you're not going anywhere,” pulling you by your hips, grinding your cunt against his dick in strong circular motions.

“ as long as i've got you, you're staying where i want you to.”

spank!

it was as if the world went 360° when yuuji flipped you over on the bed, now laying on your sheets with your back against it comfortably, you sighed in bliss. however, you didn't realize how badly it felt the moment his dick pulled out from your moist folds, it was aching, burning for him.

“ack!” suddenly, you're folded in half. “ fuck, you feel great..” he loomed over you, lifting your hips in the air while his feet now firmly anchoring him as he quite literally slams his twitching member in your heat.

as if it went on forever, all you could do was throw your head against the pillows dumb fucked and sobbing, “harg—holy fuck!—yuu!” stable slams of his thick cock pecked the pulsating opening of your cervix, the fats of his huge tip scooping the juices from your slick pussy at every time he pulls back only to rut it back in. “ yes... i've got you, i'll make you feel good baby..”

“yuuji!—hiccup!—hah,” your throat was tightening up, salivating at the sensation, he was gripping your ankles so tightly it started turning white. chest heaving and ever needy you were, it was getting harder to breathe with how heavy his hips were crushing you and how he held your legs above your head. “holy—hah!—shit!” against your constant cries is yuuji's groans rattling in his adam's apple. his eyes were shut tight so painfully he started seeing stars through the dark light, dick twitching in your hot slick.

“ taking me so well, so pretty..”

yuuji's wet lips found its way on your calves, sloshing it with open mouthed kisses. the tingling feeling surrounding your already clouded mind. he felt sorry that he had you folded like this, but he was getting close. he needed to cum, he just had to. his manhandling turned you on even more, getting wetter with his precum swooshing inside your tight hole. “ t's feel good, sweets?”

you nod through tears, chin trembling and a sad turned pout with lips bitten, “fu—huah—yeah..” he kisses your heel, “right here baby?”

“mhmn..” whipping your head to the side of your pillows, eyes started to close tightly shut and a feathery moan building up in your throat. in a swift move, yuuji pushes your legs down, hooking it around his hips while his hands grip the wooden headboard again. holy shit.

fwop! thud! squelch!

“answer me with words!” he growls in each word, in each rut of his canine like hips.

“Is it right here?” he can hear your recognizable crying and wailing, but he yearns to hear your throaty voice echoing in his ears. squelch! fwop! " i've got you, c'mon speak.."

" y—he—hah—yes, right there!" you croak out and he smirks, holding your right thigh on his hips, “okay—” and slams his groin on yours unapologetically, earning a series of sobbing from you, of course from pleasure.

“—don't cry like that, you know what that does to me.” he cooes and licks your tears before dragging his tongue from your cheeks to your breasts and sucks on it “ i'm sorry.”

“ stop saying sorry, sweets,” he grins, “ i like it.”

you were near and crying and just whining, overstimulated and bruised, but that unforgiving boy kept on fucking you like a dog. your ass pushes down, thighs squeezing on him with hands on his hips to push him off, “yuu—wai—wait! hah!”

“ we can't stop now, sweets, we're almost done..” he tugs on your lips, wanting entrance and you give it. his hands leave the headboards, hooking it around your back, his warmth encasing you while his greedy dick pushed you to the edge. “hng..hngag” his lips leave yours and he's kissing your neck again, biting down and sucking.

“w—wait! yuu!” you had the crazy feeling yet, wanting to pee, but you know you couldn't. however with him grinding on you, it was impossible to pull away. “ no—no, i know baby, just trust me on this, 'kay?” yuuji smiles, but then plunging himself harder and faster than before.

“hargh!—wai—fuuuuck!” your hands groped his hips harsher trying to push him off with all your might, giving out because of how he fucked you good. “shushh...” his mouth catches your screaming whimpers, hand pushing on your tummy when he lunged deeper in you. stars. absolute stars.

it was innate, it was undeniable, your body just had a mind of its own curling your legs around his waist to keep him closer.

“w-wait— sweetheart i'll cum inside you if— you—hah!” you shook your head, “ do it,” in your throaty voice his eyes darkened.

thwack! fwop!

schlurt!

his hips suddenly went faster, probably the fastest he could ever ride you. grip on your body tighter and hands of your own pushing his ass harder to fuck you deeper. then— “ fuuuuck!”

splurt!

“ shit..hah..” his balls contorted against your heat, dick twitching in your cunt milking him dry. he strikes you once more, only to be greeted by a flash of hot clear liquid exiting your urethra, squirting all over his groin. “t—that was amazing...” he groans, tongue licking his dried lips caused by it gaping. you were flushed in embarrassment.

“why?” he asks curiously, wiping sweat from your face with rough hands. your hair which blocked your vision now cleared when he tucked them behind your ear, “ i'm embarrassed..”

he chuckles, “ now you're embarrassed?” a look of disbelief in his face mixed with a tinge of amusement.

you frown, “ i just.. peed on you!”

“ sweetheart, that wasn't pee,” yuuji smiles, leaning down to kiss you with a palm on your cheek. “ then what was it?”

he shrugs, “ doesn't look like pee, you just squirted..fuck i'm worn out,” slumping next to you, he scoops you with his arms. “ me—hah..too.” yuuji smirks in a way you knew all too well. “ fuck off!”

“ just saying!— it's understandable you're tired, i mean, taking my dick and all.. must've been new.”

“ eat shit.”

yuuji laughs, “ right,” kissing your warm cheek, now with his hands looming behind your left knee, lifting it up to accommodate his dick that was still.. surprisingly hard.

“fuck..” he pulls out slow and steady, pushes it in passionately. “yuu...i'm still sensitive..” but you wanted it as much as he did. “ play with your clit, [name].”

nodding through drowsy eyes, your fingers spread your slick folds and encircled your swollen bud. he was fucking you in a way he didn't a while ago. it was the right pace, a kind of pace that made you think he loved you. and he did. it was stable, not a fast fuck. his tongue caught your earlobe and nibbled, then licking your jaw as he thrusts into you with a slow rhythm.

sloppy yet controlled lunges continued.

“you close?” he asks, sleep in his voice. you hum in response and moan softly, “ in me..please?” yuuji snorts, “ don't have to tell me twice.”

it was exciting, gentle, and you felt amazing. like the prettiest girl in the world. a few moments later, he cums inside you and you're at peace.

“let's get you cleaned up, baby.”

then he pulls out, a puddle of cum and your liquid splashing onto your sheets. “ can you walk?” your hands propped your weight up, “ yeah..wait..”

with a sloppy attempt to pull yourself off the bed, you waddled outside your bedroom, cum dripping onto your bruised thighs. yuuji watched you from afar, eyes sharpening at the sight. he didn't notice how wide your cunt gaped now because of his fat dick, before he fucked you, it was just a slit. was he going delirious? he wanted more, seeing how used it was with his cock. looking down, he groans.

he's hard again.

your neighbors knew that you guys were childhood best friends so maybe...hearing your moans out loud dead in the night must've been downright horrifying for them.

yuuji followed you to the bathroom shortly after your waddles, the sounds of water splashing into the basin of your shared bathtub filled the marbled walls. “ where's your bath bombs?” he turns around and sees you hunched over the counter top, eyes observing your hickey ridden body.

“oh—” he promptly laughs awkwardly, “—so i may have overdone it.”

you glared at him, “ seriously?!” his hand whips upward as if he was guilty, “ what? you were so hot back there— i couldn't control myself, okay?”

“ how the fuck will i go to my lecture tomorrow? what the— on my jaw too?!”

he whines cutely, “ sorry, my bad! it was my bad!” yuuji stood behind you, hands on your hips pulling you close to him, “ look at you, so pretty..” his head was behind yours, inhaling your neck. “ you've got no idea how many times i've imagined you in my arms,” squelch!

his tongue flattens on your collarbones, swirling into an 'o' before suctioning it sensually. “ yuu..” his sharp breathing fanning on your skin, “ hmmn?”

“ you're giving me hickeys again..” you groaned in pleasure, “ you just smell so sweet, its tempting.”

an amused sigh escapes from your lips, “ and you're still hard.” he shrugs, “ so? cat's outta the bag.”

“ shut up..hah..” he fingers slid its way onto your folds, “ never.”

“ you still down?” he asks, gently circling your cunt with widened fingers. “mhmh.” he smiles on your skin, confirming your shared desire. “ that's right...”

in a short amount of time, you were bent over on the counter with only your hands gripping the slippery curve of the porcelain sink to stabilize you while yuuji was massacring your pussy.

fwop! thwack!

you didn't believe it was possible to be lifted off the tiled floors so easily, but apparently your best friend could do it effortlessly.

the heavy weight of his hands controlling your hips to rise from the floor as he scoops his to lunge inside you in a sweet angle made your eyes see stars all over the mirror.

“ spread wider, baby, js' like that..” he then grinds harder, feet grazing the tiled floors before being pulled up in the air with a rhythm. “ good girl..”

“yuu....fuck!” he was thrusting faster, sloppily like he wanted to cum so badly, and you were close too. eyes clenching together, knees wobbling in weakness, and lips leaving fog against the cold mirror, you reach your high.

“ seriously i don't think i can live normally after this...” yuuji kisses your cheeks, “ the bathtub's full.”

he plunged into the sea of lukewarm water after throwing in a bathbomb. “ sit?” he pats on his lap, sloshing the liquid on impact.

“ no.”

“ stop being silly, come here [name] im gonna clean you up.”

“ you might just fuck me again, i'm still sensitive you know?”

he laughs, “ i promise i won't.”

lies.

“ alright.”

you sink down on him, getting comfy with how perfect the water felt. “ your hair's a mess..” yuuji says behind you, gathering your locks with his hands. it felt weird because of his huge palms. “ that's because of you.” you uttered plainly. “ oh, i know.”

“ you cocky little shit.”

“ but you love me, right?”

silence answered for you, hums of his low voice cascading with the water. “ did i hurt you?” his thumbs spun spirals on your shoulders, “ i'm sorry if i did— that was my first time doing..all that.”

your eyes widened, “ you're a virgin?!”

yuuji shakes his head, “no— i meant, doing that bdsm thing..” of course he was no virgin, who were you kidding? that guy fucked like it was second nature. “hmm, okay, well to answer your question, you didn't hurt me. it was perfect.”

“ was it?” he asks, dragging his knuckles along your tight muscles, you nod. “ yeah..though i wouldn't know how to tell the difference of good and bad 'coz i'm a virgin—well— was.”

“i... didn't know that.” he slumps, feeling guilty all of a sudden, “ and i was so rough with you and you were crying and—”

“ oh, just shut up! i'm the one who's into that shit, why are you shocked and guilty?”

yuuji pursed his lips, but then you say, “ i know you got turned on by that..freak.” he chuckles awkwardly, “ yeah, i won't deny that.”

he finishes massaging you, now he's scrubbing your body with soap, hands gently lathering bubbles across your back.

“ did you really mean what you said?”

“ i said a lot of things, which one?” water dripping echoed in the bathroom, his hands reaching for a pool of it then splashing it on your skin.

“that you thought about me every night?”

“ um actually, i think about you everyday.”

“ okay nerd”

“ hmph!”

you turn back to kiss his cheek, sinking on him more as you found a comfortable spot.

he was done scrubbing your upper body and now he's just cleaning your waist then his hands were on your pussy. needy ass.

“ hey i can do that myself!”

“ okay? well i'm here so let me do it for you.”

“ no!” your pitchy tone was testing him.

he just adored teasing you didn't he? his hands rested on your hip bone, tapping the water. “ how is this any different than fingering you, hmm?”

“ i dont know, you tell me.”

“ alright.”

he then starts sensually touching you again. heavy breaths and calculated looks. you found yourself reaching for his bicep, turning around to look at him and he looks at you. huffing with panging hearts, you say, “ one more?”

“ jus' one more f'me 'kay sweets?”

and you repeated him, “ one more.”

he has your hands bound behind your back, his ankles spreading your legs wider and right hand on your clit. this is a feeling you can never get used to and you find yourself wanting it everyday. haughty sighs elicited from your lips, and your head is leaning to the right while his mouth occupies your neck.

his rough fingers enters you, one by one, plunging deep and steady, then replaced with his fat cock.

“let loose, baby...i have you..” your hips bucked backwards, itching for the curves of his dick. his groin meets yours when he thrusts upwards only when you slam yourself down on him. Sounds of water sloshing and the stirring of your pussy distracted your ears. “hah—fuck..yuu..”

“ i love you,” he whispers in your ear, fucking you gently now, finishing inside your cunt. “ i love you too.”

:))

@xoey101 @anything4yoongi @bloodsuckerslut @leavingdachat

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Amazon illegally interferes with an historic UK warehouse election

I'm in to TARTU, ESTONIA! Overcoming the Enshittocene (Monday, May 8, 6PM, Prima Vista Literary Festival keynote, University of Tartu Library, Struwe 1). AI, copyright and creative workers' labor rights (May 10, 8AM: Science Fiction Research Association talk, Institute of Foreign Languages and Cultures building, Lossi 3, lobby). A talk for hackers on seizing the means of computation (May 10, 3PM, University of Tartu Delta Centre, Narva 18, room 1037).

Amazon is very good at everything it does, including being very bad at the things it doesn't want to do. Take signing up for Prime: nothing could be simpler. The company has built a greased slide from Prime-curiosity to Prime-confirmed that is the envy of every UX designer.

But unsubscribing from Prime? That's a fucking nightmare. Somehow the company that can easily figure out how to sign up for a service is totally baffled when it comes to making it just as easy to leave. Now, there's two possibilities here: either Amazon's UX competence is a kind of erratic freak tide that sweeps in at unpredictable intervals and hits these unbelievable high-water marks, or the company just doesn't want to let you leave.

To investigate this question, let's consider a parallel: Black Flag's Roach Motel. This is an icon of American design, a little brown cardboard box that is saturated in irresistibly delicious (to cockroaches, at least) pheromones. These powerful scents make it admirably easy for all the roaches in your home to locate your Roach Motel and enter it.

But the interior of the Roach Motel is also coated in a sticky glue. Once roaches enter the motel, their legs and bodies brush up against this glue and become hopeless mired in it. A roach can't leave – not without tearing off its own legs.

It's possible that Black Flag made a mistake here. Maybe they wanted to make it just as easy for a roach to leave as it is to enter. If that seems improbable to you, well, you're right. We don't even have to speculate, we can just refer to Black Flag's slogan for Roach Motel: "Roaches check in, but they don't check out."

It's intentional, and we know that because they told us so.

Back to Amazon and Prime. Was it some oversight that cause the company make it so marvelously painless to sign up for Prime, but such a titanic pain in the ass to leave? Again, no speculation is required, because Amazon's executives exchanged a mountain of internal memos in which this is identified as a deliberate strategy, by which they deliberately chose to trick people into signing up for Prime and then hid the means of leaving Prime. Prime is a Roach Motel: users check in, but they don't check out:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/03/big-tech-cant-stop-telling-on-itself/

When it benefits Amazon, they are obsessive – "relentless" (Bezos's original for the company) – about user friendliness. They value ease of use so highly that they even patented "one click checkout" – the incredibly obvious idea that a company that stores your shipping address and credit card could let you buy something with a single click:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1-Click#Patent

But when it benefits Amazon to place obstacles in our way, they are even more relentless in inventing new forms of fuckery, spiteful little landmines they strew in our path. Just look at how Amazon deals with unionization efforts in its warehouses.

Amazon's relentless union-busting spans a wide diversity of tactics. On the one hand, they cook up media narratives to smear organizers, invoking racist dog-whistles to discredit workers who want a better deal:

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2020/apr/02/amazon-chris-smalls-smart-articulate-leaked-memo

On the other hand, they collude with federal agencies to make workers afraid that their secret ballots will be visible to their bosses, exposing them to retaliation:

https://www.nbcnews.com/tech/tech-news/amazon-violated-labor-law-alabama-union-election-labor-official-finds-rcna1582

They hold Cultural Revolution-style forced indoctrination meetings where they illegally threaten workers with punishment for voting in favor of their union:

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/01/31/business/economy/amazon-union-staten-island-nlrb.html

And they fire Amazon tech workers who express solidarity with warehouse workers:

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/amazon-fires-tech-employees-workers-criticism-warehouse-climate-policies/

But all this is high-touch, labor-intensive fuckery. Amazon, as we know, loves automation, and so it automates much of its union-busting: for example, it created an employee chat app that refused to deliver any message containing words like "fairness" or "grievance":

https://pluralistic.net/2022/04/05/doubleplusrelentless/#quackspeak

Amazon also invents implausible corporate fictions that allow it to terminate entire sections of its workforce for trying to unionize, by maintaining the tormented pretense that these workers, who wear Amazon uniforms, drive Amazon trucks, deliver Amazon packages, and are tracked by Amazon down to the movements of their eyeballs, are, in fact, not Amazon employees:

https://www.wired.com/story/his-drivers-unionized-then-amazon-tried-to-terminate-his-contract/

These workers have plenty of cause to want to unionize. Amazon warehouses are sources of grueling torment. Take "megacycling," a ten-hour shift that runs from 1:20AM to 11:50AM that workers are plunged into without warning or the right to refuse. This isn't just a night shift – it's a night shift that makes it impossible to care for your children or maintain any kind of normal life.

Then there's Jeff Bezos's war on his workers' kidneys. Amazon warehouse workers and drivers notoriously have to pee in bottles, because they are monitored by algorithms that dock their pay for taking bathroom breaks. The road to Amazon's warehouse in Coventry, England is littered with sealed bottles of driver piss, defenestrated by drivers before they reach the depot inspection site.

There's so much piss on the side of the Coventry road that the prankster Oobah Butler was able to collect it, decant it into bottles, and market it on Amazon as an energy beverage called "Bitter Lemon Release Energy," where it briefly became Amazon's bestselling energy drink:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/20/release-energy/#the-bitterest-lemon

(Butler promises that he didn't actually ship any bottled piss to people who weren't in on the gag – but let's just pause here and note how weird it is that a guy who hates our kidneys as much as Jeff Bezos built and flies a penis-shaped rocket.)

Butler also secretly joined the surge of 1,000 workers that Amazon hired for the Coventry warehouse in advance of a union vote, with the hope of diluting the yes side of that vote and forestall the union. Amazon displayed more of its famously selective competence here, spotting Butler and firing him in short order, while totally failing to notice that he was marketing bottles of driver piss as a bitter lemon drink on Amazon's retail platform.

After a long fight, Amazon's Coventry workers are finally getting their union vote, thanks to the GMB union's hard fought battle at the Central Arbitration Committee:

https://www.foxglove.org.uk/2024/04/26/amazon-warehouse-workers-in-coventry-will-vote-on-trade-union-recognition/

And right on schedule, Amazon has once again discovered its incredible facility for ease-of-use. The company has blanketed its shop floor with radioactively illegal "one click to quit the union" QR codes. When a worker aims their phones at the code and clicks the link, the system auto-generates a letter resigning the worker from their union.

As noted, this is totally illegal. English law bans employers from "making an offer to an employee for the sole or main purpose of inducing workers not to be members of an independent trade union, take part in its activities, or make use of its services."

Now, legal or not, this may strike you as a benign intervention on Amazon's part. Why shouldn't it be easy for workers to choose how they are represented in their workplaces? But the one-click system is only half of Amazon's illegal union-busting: the other half is delivered by its managers, who have cornered workers on the shop floor and ordered them to quit their union, threatening them with workplace retaliation if they don't.

This is in addition to more forced "captive audience" meetings where workers are bombarded with lies about what life in an union shop is like.

Again, the contrast couldn't be more stark. If you want to quit a union, Amazon makes this as easy as joining Prime. But if you want to join a union, Amazon makes that even harder than quitting Prime. Amazon has the same attitude to its workers and its customers: they see us all as a resource to be extracted, and have no qualms about tricking or even intimidating us into doing what's best for Amazon, at the expense of our own interests.

The campaigning law-firm Foxglove is representing five of Amazon's Coventry workers. They're doing the lord's work:

https://www.foxglove.org.uk/2024/05/02/legal-challenge-to-amazon-uks-new-one-click-to-quit-the-union-tool/

All this highlights the increasing divergence between the UK and the US when it comes to labor rights. Under the Biden Administration, @NLRB General Counsel Jennifer Abruzzo has promulgated a rule that grants a union automatic recognition if the boss does anything to interfere with a union election:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/06/goons-ginks-and-company-finks/#if-blood-be-the-price-of-your-cursed-wealth

In other words, if Amazon tries these tactics in the USA now, their union will be immediately recognized. Abruzzo has installed an ultra-sensitive tilt-sensor in America's union elections, and if Bezos or his class allies so much as sneeze in the direction of their workers' democratic rights, they automatically lose.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/06/one-click-to-quit-the-union/#foxglove

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[lambcultist]

bad idea.

synopsis — ‧₊˚ ⋅ your heat rears its head for the first time in your life when you're spending time with a dear friend. instead of letting you stress and worry alone, ellie makes the executive decision to take care of you for the week. maybe that was a bad idea. she knows no more than you about what to do right now—all she knows is that she doesn't want to see you hurting, and your clinginess comes from the evolutionary instinct to be bred. perhaps her judgement is just a little clouded, but it seems like there is only one solution to your problems, and she'd feel awful withholding relief from you.

content warnings — ‧₊˚ ⋅ MINORS DNI ( 18+ ) omegaverse. alpha!ellie x omega!reader. heat. completely just porn (with plot). loser!ellie coded. friends to lovers. amab!ellie. virginity loss, scent kink, knotting kink, marking (as in omegaverse marking), breeding kink, possessive!ellie, subspace, fingering, p in v sex (without protection). for this anon.

　　　　m.list　wc — 3.3k　mdni, please ♡

at first, ellie thinks that you must have lit a candle. yet there's nothing alight, no flickering flame.

it's something warm, sweet, and spicy. there's a little bit of cinnamon, milk, and rose... it's so unique, like nothing she's ever smelled before, and before she even knows it, the pleasantness of it has her gravitating to whatever the source is.

"did you try a new perfume today?" ellie mumbles, taking a deep breath of it in. it's like your faint, natural odour has been elevated, and she loves it. "it's beautiful."

"um, no.."

you are far less comfortable than ellie right now, curled up beside her, and she's moved so close to you without even realising—she's almost on top of you. for some reason you aren't annoyed by it, rather content with it. your skin feels as though it's on fire, and it's only soothed in the places she rests on.

when ellie finally opens her eyes and takes a look at you, she sees your discomfort, and her brows crease with worry. "oh god, you're sweating bullets. y'alright? what's going on?"

"s'okay, closer..." you hum, wrapping your legs around ellie's. hanging onto her like a koala, with your face pressed into her side. "it's hot..."

"yeah, it's— you're hot. like, temperature wise, i mean. well, not that you're like, ugly. you're hot, i just— i wasn't trying to say that. i'm... going to shut up." jesus. ellie isn't very good at nurturing. she's not really great at being soft, either.

"ellie..."

"hi," ellie offers, looking down at you. the television is still playing idly in the background, and she tries to brush some of your hair out of your face. your scent is becoming so overpowering right now, she can't help but feel weird about it. her mind is cloudy, and your sudden clinginess is just making her face hot. "you feeling okay?"

"no... it's hot," you complain again. so, ellie tries to pull the blankets off, that would help, right? you seem to be running a fever, jesus, she really hopes she doesn't catch whatever you have.

well, when ellie pulls back the sheets, she's confronted with the truth behind your sudden ailment; a large wet patch has formed beneath your body, staining her bed. no wonder your scent was so strong. it's slick.

"oh.. shit." she clears her throat awkwardly, her hand pausing its gentle petting of your hair. "you're... are you in heat right now? did you—"

"this is my first heat," you whine. "i didn't know it was coming, m'sorry ellie. i'm scared and—"

"oh no, no, don't be scared! it's alright." ellie's quick to stop you from taking any blame, although she's just... dumbfounded.

she feels so strange now, but her first course of action is to hold her pillow over her lap. she doesn't want you to notice the semi-hard outline of her cock in her sweatpants, she already feels like enough of a creep just for it being there.

she's always been proud of not being one of those alphas. she's tried so hard to make you comfortable around her since she met you, having seen you be unable to relax in the presence of others. she's harboured some awkward feelings, but was on high alert, making sure she never overstepped. she isn't entitled to you.

her mind feels so, so hazy right now, and it's a problem.

what is the rational thing to do right now? she knows it's to keep her hands to herself, and maybe help you prepare a nest. you may have to spend the week here, it's too dangerous to transport you from ellie's place back to your own. how the fuck is she supposed to keep all of her touches respectful right now?

"you wait here, okay darlin'? i'll get you some more blankets and pillows, we'll get you comfy, that's good yeah?"

"don't go, no," you mumble, shaking your head.

"listen to me, i'll be two seconds."

ellie has never heard her voice do that before. she's never spoken with so much authority, and she's certainly panicking that whatever lame instinct your scent has awoken in her is taking over, but perhaps it's just stress, too. this is stressful.

she's also rock hard, simply because you listened so well, and let go of her immediately. your sweet whimper as you curled into yourself...

ellie takes deep breaths as she approaches the linen closet. she doesn't have much for you to work with, but it'll do. she grabs all that she can and brings it back to the bed. the way that your eyes scan it all is almost analytical in nature, it's so purely instinctual. you've created nests while spending time with ellie before, but only with the limited supply of bedding that was on hand. this is going to take more time, and it'll be so much comfier than any nest you've made her before.

"think you'll be able to make something comfy with this?"

ellie assists as you put together a comfortable place to rest. she's not as helpful as she thinks she is, and gives up after realising you're moving and readjusting everything that she just put together. she's just being more of a nuisance than anything else.

as you crawl about the bed and mull over every little detail, ellie watches. she figures this is growing a little obsessive, and that's because it is. this needs to be perfect. but you've slightly readjusted different pillows ten times now, so ellie decides to step in, putting her hand on your shoulder.

"that's enough now. do you want to lay down and watch a movie?"

big eyes meet ellie's and she almost feels fucking heartless for asking you to be done with the nest now.

"it's— the nest is good. it's great. we'll be nice and comfy, let's just get you rested up, okay?"

"okay," you murmur. but you're really not going to be comfortable like this, with your shirt sticking to your blistering skin and panties soaked of slick. it's starting to run down your legs, the creamy substance so distracting to ellie, but you catch her again with a whine. "it's just really hot."

this is really what ellie wanted to avoid. after all, you're just her friend, and she doesn't want to meddle with any of that. especially not like this, with your heat involved. she knows that your clinginess right now is all based on instinct, or at least she thinks so—she's forgetting how much you stick to her like glue on a daily basis. it's just that her own instinct is beginning to cloud her judgement and she knows that if you take off your clothes, it's going to get very, very difficult to rein herself in.

"okay, you okay if we get these sticky clothes off you then?" ellie asks a little reluctantly. rationality is at war with instinct right now. her body is all too excited, especially once you nod and she begins to peel your top off.

there is an omega in ellie's bed, close to crying over the painful need that a heat can bring, and ellie just has to keep her hands to herself. for a whole week. this is not going to end well, it's not, and she knows it's not.

you curl up so close to ellie, her scent filling your senses. you try to watch the movie on her tv, but it hurts. it hurts your head. your stomach swirls and aches, because all you keep thinking about is why hasn't ellie done something yet? she's doing nothing but stroking your hair.

and it just gets worse and worse the stronger her scent becomes and when your eyes dart down to the tent she's trying to subtly palm with her free hand. you're needy, you're needing ellie right now. alpha.

it's getting to ellie a little too much now. she cannot continue listening to you whimper and sob in need anymore. and although she's starting to lean more towards just giving up her resolve and fucking you, she still tries to rationalise it—we're friends. it's okay, you need this. it won't be too bad if i just help out once, right?

"you okay?" ellie asks, staring down at you. she stifles a shaky sigh, letting her hand fall to your shoulder and gently rub the warm skin. "do you... want anything?"

"you." the answer is definitive. it sounds as though you've never been more sure about anything in your life before, and that is really how you feel right now. "please, alpha."

there is a pause, where ellie tries to fight with herself one last time.

but you called her alpha, and it rolled off your tongue sugary and welcomingly.

"do you want me to help you feel better darlin'? i can," ellie whispers. she can, but she's also never freaking had sex before, and she knows neither have you. this is such a bad idea.

"pleaaase," you mewl, looking up at ellie. you rest your hand over hers on your shoulder, and squeeze gently. "alpha, i need help."

you won't stop. alpha. alpha. alpha. it's making her head spin.

"shh, shh, i know. i gotchu. gonna lay you down and help you out, okay?"

maybe ellie can get away with this in a more simple way. she, stupidly, doesn't have any condoms (she always thought, why even bother? not like i'm getting any action!), so if she fucks you, there's a very good chance you'll end up with her pups. she doesn't need that, no matter how much she wants to knot you. maybe she can just get away with touching you, and she'll just try to cope with her erection until she can find a good time to rub it out in the bathroom.

ellie gets up and ever so gently rolls you onto your back, her fingers rubbing circles into your sides. she is confronted with the sight of your body now, she cannot look away like she attempted earlier. every beautiful curve and blemish and crevice is available for her viewing pleasure, and it makes it so much harder to ignore her pants' straining.

"there you go, good girl," ellie comforts with a firm pat on your side. when she tries sitting up, though, you pull her back over yourself, her knee nestling in between your legs and her lips a hair's breadth from yours. those half-lidded eyes and that timid smile of yours are all she can see.

"alpha, a kiss?"

"ah, i— i mean, we can, but... tsk. fuck it."

ellie just wants to be a good help. she doesn't want to cross the line too far, rather she'll just toe it for now, but you are making it very, very hard for her to keep being smart about this.

ellie's lips grace yours and you cannot help yourself, a tender mewl falling from your throat. she hums herself, your mouth so perfect, that she can't stop herself from kissing you harder.

"good enough kiss for you, yeah?" ellie murmurs, pulling away to assess the display of debauchery you offer. squirming and rutting against her thigh, trying to paw at the cotton warming her body. "hey, hey, hey, shh. i got you babe. patience."

"achy, els, need you to help—"

"i know, i know," ellie replies, hushing you once again as she pushes your thighs apart. your skin is boiling and sticky, sweat and slick trickling down the supple flesh onto the bed. ellie's mattress is never going to recover from this. that's okay.

two slender fingers pass through your folds, your slick gathering at the tips like thick honey. she can't help being curious, head tilting to observe the way it behaves, her nose flaring at the powerful scent it beholds.

"fuck," she whispers, taking her fingers between her lips to taste it. her dick twitches, almost like it has a mind of its own and is not so subtly reminding her it's right there, in need of some attention. she can't give in to that right now, she has to focus her efforts on you. "okay baby, okay, let's help you out now. thank you for being such a good girl while i'm being dumb."

"aaah, it's okay alpha," you murmur. every word is sighed as though you're out of breath, because you feel like you are—everything is a struggle right now, your need for her overwhelming you. you're too far gone.

a spark of pleasure elicits a full-body shiver, all from ellie's fingers once again rubbing some of the ache out of your cunt. she is clearly trying to be as gentle as she can, although her wide-eyed fascination grows so much stronger when your fluttering hole sucks her fingers in so welcomingly, knuckle-deep in an instant. as easily as you took her fingers, there's still an undeniable, delicious stretch, and the sting is easy to ignore, thanks to your heat.

any rational thought, any pain, any independence, is all replaced by pure instinct. you are at your most fertile. there is nothing running through your mind beyond the thought of fulfilling the cause that you were given as an omega. the only comfort you can get is when you're touched. ellie, ellie, ellie. it's her. she's your ticket to relief.

"god, aren't you pretty like that?" ellie gasps, eyes unsure whether to stare at your pretty pussy or your pretty face. she wants to imagine it's her dick spreading the folds of your pussy like that, making your face contort in pleasure, just like her fingers are. "is it good, darlin'?"

"more," you whine, shutting your eyes. ellie is quick to oblige, a third finger pushing in.

she curls her fingers inside of you, scissoring and moving them, and she leans down to drag her lips along your neck. in the process, she finds your scent glands at the nape of your neck, where your smell is the strongest, and it's fucking miserable trying not to sink her teeth in. you are so trusting to her right now, she could easily mark you. she's always wanted her own omega... this is exactly what she wanted to avoid. well, aside from getting you pregnant, of course—ellie can't trust that she'll be able to keep this all 'friendly'. marking you should be thoroughly out of the question. and yet, she's struggling.

"alpha, more."

"don't snap at me."

ellie feels bad for scolding you. obviously. but it kind of felt great. you listened, you shut up instantly. she's suddenly starting to realise you are the best omega she could find. it's so much more tempting, but, she refuses to breach any barriers right now.

"is this not enough?" ellie asks, making an effort now to keep her voice a bit softer. you shake your head no, because truthfully, ellie doesn't understand what you're feeling right now. she doesn't get what you're going through to the fullest, she has no idea the painstaking yearning you're enduring.

"i need you, alpha," you say. your voice is high, needy, and mousy. "i'll be a good girl. you're achy too, i need to take care of you."

"alright, alright, don't worry. i'm coming babe."

ellie reluctantly pulls her fingers out of you, drawing her lip between her teeth. she shouldn't, but she's going to do this. because what kind of alpha doesn't fold for an omega in need? you are asking so prettily to be bred, telling her you want to take care of her, because you noticed the tent in her sweatpants.

"we're gonna get you what you want," ellie murmurs, hastily shoving her pants down and her hoodie off. "fill you up real nice, yeah? and— and take care of me too."

honestly, ellie does not waste any time now. as soon as she's ready, she's burying her cock in your cunt, all the way to the hilt, and groaning into your ear. you take her so well, cunt clamping down on her. it's warm, it's comfortable, and it's a little slippery, more so than she thought it would be.

ellie lifts her head from your neck for just a moment, eyeing your expression. "you feeling good, babe? how's that for being filled, yeah?"

"mmmh," you hum, barely able to keep your own eyes open. the sight of ellie above you is not something you want to miss, though. through the tears that blur your vision, you spot auburn strands sticking to her forehead, her rosy nipples firm, and her abs flexing as she fights every urge to begin pounding you. she's so beautiful like this. "it's so much."

"good." ellie glances down, catching the sight of her length disappearing into you again as she makes a slow couple of thrusts. "you take it so well, so, so well."

"more."

ellie is starting to hate that word. she rolls her eyes, and huffs. "fuckin' more. alright. be patient."

her pace builds. with the gradual increase of speed, her thrusts heavy and forceful, the more her voice breaks too. needy whines and laboured breath mixing with your own nonsensical babbling and pleading. her hands, clammy and rough, hold your own against the bed.

what has only become more tempting are your little scent glands. ellie glares at the spot on your neck as she slams into you, over, and over, and over. she tries to be careful when she buries her face into your neck.

but she is lost in the moment. you're crying about how great she's making you feel, but she doesn't need to hear that to know it.

you are weak.

ellie does not get to feel strong often. she's shorter, much less muscular than the typical alpha is. she's not ever been good enough, because she's walked this earth in a much gentler way than what is expected of her.

you submit effortlessly, and you've rendered yourself helpless to her. you're as malleable as clay, every little moan and sob inflating not only ellie's ego but her adoration of you.

there cannot be an omega more perfect than you, she's certain that'd be a hard find. thinking about you with any other alpha doesn't just make her angry, but it hurts.

and that's why she sinks her teeth into your scent glands without warning. marking you, so that no other alpha can have you.

and you squeal. she feels no morsel of guilt, instead she's filled with pride. maybe she'll worry about it later, when her instincts wear off a bit and she takes a proper step back from the situation.

"shit, i'm so close," ellie mutters. she can feel her knot starting to build, it's a very unusual feeling. the resistance knocking back all of her thrusts, forcing her pace to slow, even as she chases orgasm. "gonna breed you, fill you up real good like you wanted."

it reaches a place so far and sensitive in you that you now find that relief you sought so desperately. your vision whites around the edges and your body jolts with little sparks of love. every little move is like a shock to you, and despite your crippling sensitivity, you watch in awe when ellie finally lets go. her brows furrow as she falls on top of you, spilling a load of hot, white seed inside you.

you're stuck to her.

neither of you can move. sweaty skin on skin, scents dancing around each other, and the sound of heavy breathing fills the room.

"goddamn," ellie grunts, laying a kiss to your jaw. "good girl. good puppy. f-fuck."

"alpha..." you coo, hugging her tight. "my alpha."

she yelps, feeling a rough nip at the side of her neck. she flushes red and hot to the tips of her ears. you've marked her too.

also just saying, alpha!ellie's scent is wildflowers, petrichor, bark, and dirt. she's earthy and fresh. i really want her :( i will write more more more alpha!els

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The annoying thing is that reducing Solas to a dislikable two dimensional caricature in Veilguard didn't even come close to fixing the problem they set out to fix in doing so, and it was never going to.

I can’t pull up the exact quote, but I believe one of the writing team said something along the lines that they needed to make Solas less sympathetic because at the end of Trespasser too many people agreed with him and wanted to end the world. Which is why they chose to have him kill Varric, among other things. 

While I will say that I agree with the choice to have him kill Varric(I like the idea of him making Rook hallucinate him too, that could have been sweet if it had been well executed rather than a bland set up for a M. Night Shyamalan level twist) to raise the stakes and set Solas up as a serious antagonist for a new audience, or an audience that hadn’t been paying particularly close attention to him - but there is no way it could have ever suddenly made his goal to tear down the veil unsympathetic for those who found it to be so.

The writers seem to have been under the impression that members of the audience sympathised with Solas’ plan to tear down the veil not on its own merits, but for the draw of his sparkling personality alone. Not for well established lore related reasons, or for extra-narrative reasons rooted in a desire for emotional catharsis and narrative satisfaction (which a fictional body count has even less bearing on besides) but because he’s a sad pretty elf boi and we want to kiss it all better.

I’m going to be real with you, if they had surgically transplanted Ogrehn’s personality onto Solas and had him stone cold murder every other beloved character in the series, I would still want the  Veil to come down, or at the very least a better solution than leaving it just as it is. How likeable he is or isn’t has fuck all to do with it? 

Making Solas more dislikable does nothing to change the effect the Veil has on spirits and mages, it does nothing to address the question of the value of mortal lives weighted against immortal ones. It does not change the narrative role of a trickster in bringing enlivening chaos and upheaval to a stagnating world, in this case one that’s been forced to stagnate in service of the illusion of player choice; nor does it quiet our desire to see the rotten roots of Thedas’ corrupt institutions torn up and put to the torch ect. ect.

Most annoyingly, attempting to use Varric's death to accomplish this betrays the writer's assumption that players that did sympathise with Solas’ goals did so out of a naive misapprehension that he’s some sweet uwu softboy that could never do anything truly ruthless or cruel in order to accomplish his goals, and that once we had been disabused of that belief we would clutch our pearls in horror(you mean he’s willing to kill people? In a video game series with protagonists that each have kill counts numbering in the thousands? Quick, summon my fainting couch!) and tidily dismiss the notion that he might have ever had any worthwhile motivations at all. 

Look all you silly little girlies that want to kiss the fictional man, I feel like you don’t understand that he’s the *bad guy* here, glad we’ve cleared that up for you sweetheart. And isn’t he just sooo condescending?

It does not seem to have occurred to the writers that, to his fans, his stone cold ruthlessness is both one of the most well understood and deeply compelling features of the character.

I would happily give that writer a pass on a wicked case of foot in mouth, but the way Anaris & Cyran are written seems to very much enforce their the stance that an overabundance of sympathy for Solas as a person, as well as a desire to see him vindicated are the primary reasons any of the audience would ever agree with his goals. 

So to fix this issue, it stands to reason that the writers needed to de-emphasise everything that humanised(for lack of a better term) Solas and made him sympathetic as a person. Because apparently the problem is that their attempts to do so in the previous game worked a little too well on some people, right? 

As @mythalism pointed out, we cannot see him comfort his friends through their panic or grief or their crisis of faith, or have hushed philosophical conversations with them. We cannot see him flirt awkwardly, or try to pretend he didn’t just set his own coattails on fire.

We never see the god of liberation free so much as a wisp bound to a teaspoon.

And all of those compelling character motivations you thought he had about free will and self determination? Don’t worry kitten, we’ve sanitised all of the conflicts those might be applicable to right out of the setting anyway. Yay <3

At the same time, it feels like they’re too scared to upset the very same audience that they imagine has this woobified rose tinted view of the character, lest they scare them away. They’re too afraid of the audience to let him be truly unwaveringly ruthless, prejudiced, bitchy, vindictive, and even genuinely sadistic towards his enemies, because that might upset our fragile sensibilities too much! 

He can’t ever say anything mean to Rook - that might hurt our feelings!

He doesn’t really do anything bad, and if he does he doesn’t really mean it. He committed war crimes, but only because Mythal asked him nicely. He killed Varric, but it was an accident. He makes Rook hallucinate Varric, but he doesn’t use that to manipulate them; Varric just hangs out and vibes. He uses blood magic on you, but he doesn’t do any of the truly fucked up violating things that we know full well blood magic is capable of. He misleads you when he says “the Veil will not fall by my hand”, but it’s so transparent that it’s laughable. He’s never allowed the conviction to really follow through on any of his misdeeds, while still he’s bizarrely framed as outright villainous for them. 

So what we’re left with is a character divested of most of his admirable qualities, but with most of the rough edges filed off as well. Toothless. Boring.

It feels so much like they’re talking down to their audience? Like they don’t trust us to see a character with BOTH vices and virtues in spades come to our own conclusions about them? 

So we get this bland mealy-mouthed version of the character that we apparently need watered down further with ‘our team’s’ insipid commentary, much of which is blatantly based on bad takes people were spewing online almost a decade ago, and many of which have no bearing whatsoever on the actual story we’re being told because ohh my godd apparently we need to have our hands held while we’re walked though every opinion the audience might theoretically  have about the character and gently reassured by proxy that it’s a hashtag #valid opinion and why does this game insist on speaking to us like we’re morons??

For all that they incessantly bring up how condescending Solas is, I’m not sure if I've ever felt more spoken down to by a story I had been so invested in.

So Solas is boring now and I still l wanna tear down the veil lol

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I LOVE UR WORKS LOVE ITS SO PERFECT !! I LIKE READING THEM, ESPECIALLY "my wife, yn" OMG I NEED A PART TWO WHEN THE MEMBERS ARE TRYING TO GET USED TO SEEING YN AT EVERY MEETING !! (I’m sorry English is not my native language..) I LOVE U SM U WRITE SO WELL IM GONNA CRY 😭😭😭😭

Omg thank you SO much!! I’m really happy you enjoyed ‘my wife, y/n’—your message made my whole day!! Your idea is so cute and funny, I’d love to write that as a part two. And don’t worry, your English is perfectly fine! This is the part 2 you requested, hope you enjoy it!

"My Wife, Y/N" – Pt. 2

Genre: Fluff | Bonten Mikey x fem!Reader | Light Comedy | Domestic Vibes

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It was becoming… a pattern.

Every week, the Bonten executives gathered for strategy meetings. Blood, money, surveillance updates, assassination targets—you know, the usual. But recently, something had changed.

Specifically: you.

The wife of Bonten’s leader now occupied the seat right next to Mikey, sipping tea and scrolling your phone like this was a book club instead of a criminal empire.

Ran was the first to crack.

“Boss,” he whispered after the third meeting, “no offense, but why is your wife here again?”

Mikey didn’t even look up. “She lives with me.”

“That’s not what I—”

“She stays.”

The next time, you brought snacks. Homemade cookies, perfectly packed in a cute little tin. You offered them around sweetly.

“Cookies?” you said, smiling.

“...Thank you,” Kakucho said politely, taking one. “They smell great.”

Sanzu leaned over to Koko. “Is it bad I feel guilty eating a cookie next to a hit list?”

“She’s domesticating us,” Rindou muttered, nibbling the edge of a chocolate chip like it might explode.

You were unfazed by the body count on the table or the weapons being cleaned. You just rested your chin on your hand, humming thoughtfully.

“Is that guy really worth killing?” you asked once, squinting at the photo. “He looks kinda harmless.”

Mikey grinned like you’d complimented his cooking.

“She’s got an eye for people,” he said proudly.

“She just said he looks harmless—”

“And that’s exactly what makes him dangerous,” Mikey concluded, smirking. “Good catch, baby.”

Every meeting after that, you were there. With tea. Or snacks. Or notes. At some point, they all stopped questioning it.

Ran found himself sitting straighter when you were around.

Rindou stopped swearing (as much).

Sanzu once almost said “thank you” before taking a cookie.

And Mikey? He never looked more relaxed. Arms folded behind his head, head slightly tilted toward you, eyes softer. Like the world could burn, but it wouldn’t touch him as long as you were beside him.

“You really like having her here, huh?” Kakucho asked once, glancing between you and Mikey.

“She’s my peace,” Mikey said simply. “And if any of you complain again, I’ll cut your tongues out.”

You waved cheerfully from your seat. “Hi, Kaku.”

“…Hi,” Kakucho replied with a small smile.

Bonten adapted.

Because it turns out, the most terrifying thing wasn’t Mikey’s quiet fury or Sanzu’s gun collection.

It was the day you didn’t show up to a meeting—and every single one of them spent the next hour trying to pretend they weren’t worried.

“She’s just running late, right?” Rindou muttered.

“…She better be,” Mikey mumbled, already texting you under the table.

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Touch || 01

❤︎‬ pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

‪‪❤︎‬ genre : non idol au, college au, brothers best friend au, childhood enemies to lovers, love triangle, smut / angst / fluff

‪‪❤︎‬ word count : 2k

‪‪❤︎‬ warnings : reader is 20, jk is 22. reader n jk are both health majors ( reader- nursing, jk- medicine ) jk is an asshole, reader hates him. bickering (lots more to come..) umm that's it for this chapter lmk if I missed anything !

❤︎‬ a/n : hi :) im back after almost two months.. wow.. i hope this series im starting helps make up for inactivity !! ive had this idea on my mind for a while tbh, i just didnt know how to execute it but i finally had motivation yay ! i think ill probably keep this short, maximum 10 chapters just in case i disappear again.. ill probably keep the word count on the lower side just so its not a hassle to read too. anyways enough of my yapping, i hope you enjoy !! ^_^

“I’d like you to be my teacher’s aide.”

See, now those weren’t the words you were expecting to hear when your professor told you he wanted to speak with you after class.

You thought that he was going to speak to you about your grades. Maybe you didn’t do well on the last research paper you turned in. Or maybe he found out you helped that girl cheat on her test that one at the beginning of the year.

So hearing your professor ask you to be his teacher’s aide caught you off guard.

You weren’t completely opposed to the idea. God knew you could use the money.

You just weren’t sure you wanted to deal with the students that would come up to you blaming you for their bad grades, when they didn’t even do the work. But then again, the money was nice. You didn’t have time for a real job, and your lifestyle was rather expensive. Your brother Namjoon was getting fed up with paying for almost all of your stuff.

That’s the only reason you accepted the job, because you thought about how said brother Namjoon would be on your ass and give you one of his lectures about how he wasn’t your father and you were perfectly capable of providing for yourself.

When you accepted the job though, you thought you would just have to grade papers, maybe help make lesson plans and PowerPoints. You didn’t know you would have actually to tutor students.

Right now, you wanted to hit your professor for not telling you who you had to tutor. Not just once, like with the other kids. No, he said you would probably have to tutor this guy for the whole semester.

It would’ve been fine, if it was literally any other person. But no, of course the person you had to tutor was Jeon fucking Jungkook.

You really didn’t like Jungkook. You haven’t since you were kids. You guys were complete opposites. As a kid, you were more on the quiet side. You only focused on school, the thing you were interested in the moment, and your few friends. While Jungkook was everything you hated. He was loud, arrogant. He was the type of kid you would beg your teacher to move if you got sat next to him.

You tried to like him, but he made it near impossible. From the fights you had in elementary school, to the pranks he would play in middle school, to the way he would bicker with you just to get a rise out of you in high school. He was one of the most insufferable people you knew.

The only reason why you dealt with Jungkook for so long is because he was Namjoon’s best friend. For the longest time you wondered how Namjoon could even tolerate him. Yet, they were inseparable. Two peas in a pod.

As you got older, Jungkook (mostly) grew out of his antics. Now that you were in college, you barely talked. You tried to avoid him as much as you could. But in the few times you did interact with him, he would just make teasing remarks and small comments about little things.

Which is exactly what he was doing right now.

“And there.. Jungkook, can you please focus so we can get this over with?” you huffed out, setting your pen down.

He was slouched in his chair, paying attention to everything but what you were trying to teach him. He was impossible. It was like trying to teach Algebra to a baby.

He groaned, sitting up to finally look at the page. He skims over the picture, which was an x-ray of a body highlighting the skeletal system. “Fine.” he said reluctantly.

You pointed back at the page, hoping that when you spoke your irritation wasn’t evident. You knew he was acting dumb just to get a rise out of you, and fuck him, because it was working.

“Okay, what are the different types of bone cells and what do they do?” you asked, glancing at his face. His eyes were squinted, as if he was deep in thought. If you didn’t know better, you would think he was actually in thought. Before he gave the stupid ass answer he did.

“…are all cells in your body not the same? I thought animal cells were the same.”

You had to run a hand over your face and take a deep breath to prevent yourself from screaming at him in this quiet library. “Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?” you asked.

The thing is, Jungkook wasn’t dumb. No, he was actually really smart. It was just the fact that he never did work. Or even attended the classes. He skipped his classes often, going to do god knows what. (Most of the time it was to meet up with and sleep with girls.)

He smiled at you, that damn cocky smile that always made you want to strangle him. “Because I like seeing how angry you get. You’re cute when you’re mad, angel.”

You glared at him. You were used to his flirty comments, because you knew he never meant them. He only said them to get a rise out of you, so you never showed a reaction.

“I told you not to call me that.” you muttered, your voice snappier than before.

He tilted his head, his smile growing bigger. “I know. But I’m still gonna call you it.”

The nickname probably wouldn’t bug you so much if it wasn’t for the fact that he only used it in a teasing way. Ever since middle school, he would jab at the fact that you were this perfect child. He would call you angel, mary, probably ten other nicknames that you couldn’t even remember.

You took a deep breath, trying not to cause a scene. You did not want to get kicked out of the library just because Jungkook was acting like a baby.

“Let’s try this again.” you spoke, your voice calculated, slow. “What do osteoblasts do?”

He ran a hand through his hair, blinking at you. “I have no idea what those are.”

Your eye twitched. You knew you shouldn’t have been expecting more from him, considering he never went to class, but this was just outrageous.

“Do you not.. ask people what happens in class after the fact? Jungkook, how the hell do you expect to pass this class when you don’t even show up?”

He leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes. “Hey, I don’t need a lecture from you, missy.”

“No, you need to get your shit together. You wanna get your degree and get the hell up out of here, don’t you?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

He hesitated, letting out a hum. “Hm, I dunno. I kinda like being able to have all the girls I want. You know, most of them aren’t uptight bitches like you-“

“Okay, you know what? We’re done here. Bye.” you said abruptly, having enough of him for the day. Right about then you were remembering why you hated him so much when you were younger.

He sat his chair down on all four legs and whined. “Oh, come on, angel. Don’t be like that. Don’t you get paid per session?”

You ignored him, continuing to pack your things before storming out of the private study room. You seriously could not deal with that man. And you had to tutor him for the rest of the semester. Yeah, fuck your life.

“Jungkook told me you’re his new tutor, said that you flipped out and ran away earlier.”

Namjoon’s voice came from the front door as he brought in the bags of food you ordered.

“Whatever. I didn’t flip out, I left because I think I would have punched him in the face if I listened to him talk for one more minute.” you corrected, getting up from the couch to help him bring in the bags.

He snorted, starting to take boxes out of the bags. The smell of the food, both sweet and savory filled the kitchen, making your stomach growl.

“I can’t believe I have to tutor him for the rest of the damn semester. Can you believe he’s already failed the class once? What an idiot!!” you ranted, shaking your head as you slammed your hand down on the counter.

“He can be smart. When he wants to be. And when he actually goes to class.” Namjoon replies.

“I know. That’s what pisses me off. How is he always skipping class to meet girls? Then he acts clueless, and he only does it because he wants to see me angry. He said it’s cute!! He doesn’t even take me seriously!” you grumbled, snatching your box of food before plopping back onto the couch. Namjoon followed, watching your outburst in slight amusement. He had always thought you and Jungkook’s rivalry was funny.

“You know you’ve gotta get along with him to get the money. I already told you-“

“I know.” you groaned, shutting him up. “Ugh, but can’t you just keep buying me everything? I liked it when it was like that?” you whined.

“No. Because you ask me for stupid shit.”

“What? No I don’t!”

“Yes you do.”

“Name one stupid thing I’ve made you buy.”

Namjoon pauses, staring at you, before beginning to list things. “Those birria bombs off Tiktok shop, that skincare off of Temu that you never even got, a pair of headphones when you already had one-“

“Okay, that’s enough! I can justify all of those!!” you lift your hands up in a defensive gesture. Namjoon narrows his eyes at you, urging you to continue.”

“Cmon, I really couldn’t turn down the birria bombs. They were on sale! You can’t even deny that dinner was good for 3 nights when we got them.” you pointed at him, and he just stared back at you.

“Then the skincare.. it was a full set. I really had to get it. It was supposed to come with pimple patches and all! Fuck Temu. And-and the headphones.. I needed a backup. Then a backup for the backup.”

“You have a spending addiction.” Namjoon said, after just blankly staring at you for a few long moments.

“No I don’t.” you denied, taking a bite of your chicken.

“Please get yourself a boyfriend. Preferably a really rich one, so he can waste his money on buying you pointless shit instead of me. I can’t remember the last time my wallet hasn’t been crying for a break.” he says, fake sorrow in his voice.

“Ugh, fuck you.” you pout.

Namjoon laughed, reverting the conversation back to the original topic. “Seriously ___, you’ve gotta get along with him. You can’t back out of it. The semester only goes by faster when you don’t completely hate him.”

You sighed heavily. He was right. You were never going to get through this semester if you didn’t find a way to get on good terms with Jungkook.

“Really, he’s nice-“

“No he’s not!!” you interrupt, sitting up straight on the couch. “He’s an asshole!”

“Because you’ve been an asshole to him.” Namjoon deadpans. You furrow your brows. Of course you’ve been an asshole to him! He’s been one to you since you were kids!

“Because he’s been one to me!!” you say defensively, and Namjoon just gives you a look.

“So do you see the cycle?” he asks, calmly. A complete contrast to your tone. But you were always like this when you complained about Jungkook. He irked a nerve in you that nobody else could. It honestly was a talent.

Namjoon did have a point. If you continued down this road, you were just going to go in circles with Jungkook like you’ve been doing your whole life. You slouched down, not even responding to Namjoon’s question. He knew you were defeated when you just took another bite of your chicken.

He took a sip of his drink, before speaking again. In that same, calm tone. It always amazed you how calm he could be when you were on the verge of going insane.

“Talk to him. Have a normal conversation with him. He can be nice if you can be nice.” You turned your head to look at him, giving him a pleading look. When he just stared back at you, you let out a big sigh.

“Fine.”

Fuck Jungkook. You were getting through this semester. Whether he wanted to cooperate or not. You were tutoring him, and you were getting that damn money. So if that meant attempting to be nice to him, you could do that. Even if it felt like it would be the death of you.

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[numbuh666]

Coward

Minors/ageless blogs DNI

Paring: sukuna x fem!reader

Summary: Between fighting curses and facing execution, you’ve taken to exploring your long abandoned bucket list which includes… masturbation. Easy right? Unfortunately for you, saying is much easier than doing and your squeamishness has you turning to certain someone to take matter into his…or rather your own hand.

Content: virgin! reader, reader is Sukuna's vessel, fingering! , f! masturbation!, degradation, pet names (brat), edging, orgasm!denial, is it considered loss of virginity if you’re possessed???

A/N: i unalived myself at least 5 times writing this. what the hell. Also posted on AO3. Username is AngelBunny666

“What the fuck am I even supposed to do with this thing?! How is it even supposed to fit?!” you exclaimed, examining the sparkly pink vibrator you had just unwrapped.

In your eyes, it looked like a weapon of mass destruction. Way too girthy, way too long, and way too scary despite its cutesy appearance. Do women seriously just stick this in their pussies like it’s nothing? How bad would it hurt? What if you end up sticking it in an awkward position and end up doing irreversible damage to yourself?

“Ugh! I can‘t do this,” you grumble with a sigh of frustration as you toss the god forsaken toy back in its box and shove it in a drawer.

Turning off the light and flopping your bed, you pull out your phone to go update your rather lengthy bucket list. Of all the crazy ideas you’ve put on there, getting over your squeamishness toward masturbation and sex should’ve been one of the easier ones.

You honestly had no idea why you prioritized this enough to put it on a list anyway. Sure you had horny thoughts every so often and felt like your libido was normal, but it’s not like something you felt like you needed. In your ideal situation, you would’ve liked to find someone you loved and trusted enough to share that vulnerable part of yourself with.

Then again, ever since becoming a full-time sorcerer you haven’t had much time to really focus on really anything. That is of course, until you somehow ended up swallowing a cursed object by accident and became a vessel for the dreaded King of Curses. Next thing you knew, you were being sentenced to death by the higher ups, (They can fucking try), but apparently your friend Satoru had some plan up his sleeve that he wouldn’t elaborate to you yet to get out of this.

Every day since then, you’ve been trying to do everything you can that’s on your bucket list that started off as more of a joke then something to be taken seriously. Despite the dire consequences of being Sukuna’s vessel, you couldn’t but be a little grateful for the opportunity to get out more when you weren’t busy chasing down cursed spirits.

“Tch, I knew you were pathetic, but this has to be a new low,” the bane of your existence spoke, forming a mouth on your right cheek.

You tried to ignore him. The last thing you needed was Sukuna’s opinion on your lack of experience, let alone anything.

“Putting on a brave face for those petty spirits you struggle to squash, yet a toy is where you draw the line?“

“Fuck off, before I shove it down your throat.”

“You know that won’t work, brat.”

He had a point, and you had quite a few broken wired earphones you used to tune him out to prove it.

“Well whatever! This is none of your concern anyway, so just shut up so I can go to sleep!” you shouted, resisting the instinct to pull the pillow over your head.

“No, I don’t think I will. I’ll be trapped in this body for who knows how long, so enjoying your suffering will make good use of my time.”

“You must be really bored if you seriously think taunting me about this is enough to hurt me.”

“Yet, you're still talking.“

Why were you even wasting time arguing with this asshole? Most of the time it was easy to not take him too seriously, yet there was something about him watching you struggle with your lack of experience that got under your skin.

You tried to shut your eyes to get some sleep again, but he just kept going.

“So, that’s it then, just gonna cower away from it? How disappointing, I was hoping for a little show.” he drawled. “Besides, I’m also finding it rather irksome having to feel the effect of your pathetic human sensitivities.”

You crack an eye open. “What?”

“Are you forgetting we share this vessel you idiot? You don’t think I feel every tremor, every flutter in your belly,” he whispered sensually in your ear, making you shiver. “Every throb between your legs at the sound of my voice?”

You could feel your face getting hot. “So what? That’s not my problem.” It was bad enough that you both were sharing the same skin, but for him to have access to your emotions and insecurities left you feeling vulnerable.

It had brought you even more shame to see how bad of an effect he had on you, despite how dangerous he was. You could only blame your lust addled mine for these feelings, right? Lots of people do crazy things when they’re horny, of course...they end up regretting it afterwards.

“I was only suggesting a solution.”

“Which is….?”

“End this pathetic display and let me take control.” he states flatly.

For a moment there was silence, then there was the sound of your hysteric laughter filling the room. “Letting you take over so you can go on a murder spree right after getting me off?” The absurdity of this proposal made you feel like you were talking to a different person.

“Oh, I definitely would if given the chance if your ability to suppress me weren’t such a nuisance.”

“Either way, I really don’t care. Why should I even give in to your demands?

“Then I’ll just sit back and mock you at every turn, and make sure you don’t get a lick of sleep.”

If you were capable of kicking his ass, you’d force yourself into his domain right now. He knows it too, that there’s not much you can do against him while he lounges in your body like he pays rent.

At the same time though, you really weren’t getting anywhere. It seemed like every time you told yourself you'd push through it, you end up fumbling. Not to mention him witnessing this made things worse.

“Fine,” you begrudgingly agreed. “I’ll let you use only my arm if it’ll shut you up.“

“Was that so hard?”

“You seem confident for someone who’s been gathering dust for a thousand years. Are you sure you’re even functioning?”

“Is that a challenge, woman?”

Never in a million years would you have expected the most dangerous sorcerer in history to be teasing your folds and having your mind spinning like crazy. Head laid back against your pillow with your eyes glued to the ceiling, you were finding it harder and harder to control your breathing and prevent yourself from making other sounds.

“Falling apart already I see?” you felt Sukuna chuckle softly against your ear, his grin stretching across your cheek. “If I had known you would react like this, I would’ve turned you into my little plaything a long time ago.”

Your middle finger continued to make circular motions against your slickening entrance, occasionally applying a bit of pressure that causes you to flinch every so often. It almost annoyed you the way your body touched itself with such confidence despite the muddling of your brain.

Slow. Precise. Deliberate.

Just as you were growing comfortable to the sensation, you suddenly tensed up when you felt the pad of your finger lightly brush over your clit, causing a small, high-pitched yelp to escape your lips.

“Can’t say I’m surprised about how easy this is, considering how useless you are.” he pinched it teasingly, making you cry out at sudden rush of pain

He takes his sweet time tracing the outline of your clit with your fingertip, lightly rolling it under his touch with such cruelty. A messy burst of wetness flowed down your thighs as you let out a whine, pussy desperate and clenching around nothing.

“You’re disgusting.” he continued to berate you. “Letting me use you like this.” Your finger collected the sticky substance as it moved closer to your slick hole.

It was aching and pulsating rapidly at this point, as if it was begging for release.

“Such a fucking needy brat.”

Before you could respond, a clawed finger dragged along your entrance before roughly pushing inside. You let out a soft cry before you could instinctively clamp your free hand over your mouth.

“Agh—fu- wait a minute! This feels too sudden!” you rasp, your free hand shooting out to subdue the other as you feel Sukuna’s nail skim against your gummy walls.

“You should be thankful I even bothered to play with this dripping pussy of yours,” your other finger casually flicked your bud. “but you’re welcome to continue your pathetic attempt if you so wish.”

“No no, it’s just—,”

“Then shut up and take it.”

Slowly, he started to pump his finger in and out of you, grazing against all you sensitive spots with such agonizing. Your back arched as the pleasure of this sensation sent sparks throughout your nerves.

“What a shame. I wonder what your precious friends would think if they saw you like this?” he purred softly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “How wet you are for a curse.”

His words combined with the feeling of your walls reluctantly letting him in deeper was having your mind in a constant battle of guilt and pleasure. As if to further gouge in your morality, he slipped a second finger inside you, savoring the sounds of your pretty moans as your possessed digits as he continued his pace.

“You’re so unbelievably stupid if you seriously thought you’d be able to take any dick. You can’t even handle your own fingers.” Sukuna laughs lowly, picking up his pace and letting your arousal coat your fingers as you get wetter and wetter.

“Just keep—going…..please…,”

“What makes you think you can order me round, brat?” he growled

What followed after was a sharp pinch to your clit. You jerked slightly, letting out a hiss of pain as your back arched.

“Begging like a desperate whore that doesn’t know her place.” His thrusts were quick and relentless making your body jolt with every push. “If I had my own body you’d be severely punished for your insolence.” he hissed in your ear.

Despite his harsh words, the way your fingers were pumping into you seemed to be telling a different story. Knowing him, it most likely brought him intense glee to see someone that was a pain in his ass was left squirming and sputtering.

And God, you fucking hated him even more now for this. As your body continues to betray you, you silently curse yourself for somehow letting the king of curses of all people seduce you like this. However, it was a fleeting thought as you felt your release building up in your core.

“S-Sukuna…..gonna—so close,” you whimpered, grinding into your fingers. At this point, nothing else mattered to you except the peak that you desperately reached for. Much to your dismay however, your fingers suddenly retracted, leaving you feeling empty.

“Wha-why did you stop?!” you cried out, trying to take back control over your tattooed hand to force it back in. In response, you felt something warm and slick licking a stripe between your thighs.

You didn’t even need to look to know that he had summoned one of those damn maws on the palm of your hand. It was almost disgusting, the way he lapped at your throbbing pussy with that vile mouth like it was his last meal. Your mind was pretty much gone at this point, the only thing you can think of is wanting more.

“Been waiting months for a chance to taste you.” the feeling of his breath tickled you as he murmured softly into your cunt. To emphasize his words, he resumed lapping at the juices leaking from you before moving to suck on your clit. “I can’t wait to get out of here and finally take you.”

“And I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? To become my pet? It’s not like you’re good for much else.”

The sounds of your breathy moans and wet noises fill the room. Every hitched breath laced with barely contained craving and vulnerability. In the pool of your belly, you could feel your release building up again. Your legs shaking uncontrollably as he continued to swirl his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves. The nails of your free hand digging into the sheets, you braced yourself to succumb to loss of your dignity.

“Actually I change my mind,” you more than felt rather than heard him. “I don’t think a worm like you deserves it”

His words felt like a splash of ice cold water. “A-are you actually fucking serious right now…?” you whispered, your voice hoarse.

“I think I might drag this on for a while and see how much you beg for it,” he continued playfully. “Besides, you did mention you were trying to sleep.”

You were left too stunned to speak as you boiled with rage—your pride shredded, your body left empty again.

“Anyway, you bore me now.” he doesn’t wait for my response. “You’re welcome to continue on your own if you need it so much.”

With that, the marking on your arms vanished, and you were left lying there stewing in your own thoughts—eager for the day of your so you can project your cramps onto him.

a/n: I haven’t made a fanfic in years and it’s my first time dabbling in smut, so sorry if it was rough. I’m going back to drawing now.

Do not copy/repost my work.

[alwayssassydreamer]

The Flame That Never Fades

A/N: I'm currently in a really bad mood after some personal issues and well i ended up writing this and i have no idea what came over me and why i thought this was a good idea but too late now I'm sorry for that - god I'm really sad rn,

Summary: you guide the dying into the afterlife

Warnings: death, angst, a sad story, SPOILERS for Marineford, i first wrote it in third person so sorry if there are still some mistakes i oversaw during changing it

Characters: Ace x GnReaperReader

The battlefield of Marineford was soaked in blood and chaos, but none of it mattered here not in this space where time no longer held meaning. The cries of war faded into silence as Portgas D. Ace's body lay still in his brother's arms, his last breath given to the world in a whisper of gratitude. His last words hanging in the air "Thank you for loving me"

A lone figure stood beside him, unseen by all but the dying. You had been here before. You had walked these final moments with countless souls, guiding them beyond the veil of life. Yet, as you knelt beside Ace, you could feel it - something more, something deeper.

Luffy’s sobs tore through the air, his hands trembling as he clung to Ace’s still form. He could feel the warmth of his brother’s body slipping away, and in that terrifying moment, a quiet presence seemed to weave through the chaos, unseen to all except the one who was about to cross over.

The figure, a shadow of both light and dark, stepped forward, guided not by physical sight but by the very essence of the dying soul before them.

You had been summoned by fate itself, here to do what you had done countless times before: to guide the lost, the dying, to the other side. But this time, it wasn’t a nameless soul that you’d be guiding. No, this one was special.

Ace’s final breath rattled in his chest. His eyes flickered, not in panic, but in calm acceptance. His spirit had already begun to leave his body, as the hands of death tugged at him with gentle inevitability.

You had done this once before.

Decades ago, atop the execution platform in Loguetown, you had stood beside another man. A man who had worn a devil’s grin even as he faced death.

"So, it's time, huh?" Gol D. Roger had said to you, voice rich with amusement, even as his life bled away. "Guess I’ll be seeing what’s beyond the horizon after all."

Even at the end, there had been no fear in him, only the spirit of a man who had truly lived. He had turned toward you, that roguish grin never faltering, and walked into the afterlife as if it were just another adventure.

And now, years later, you stood before his son.

Ace’s spirit was flickering, hovering between life and death. His face was calm, his smile peaceful, yet there was something heartbreaking in the way he looked up at you - like a child who had barely begun his journey but had been forced to stop too soon.

"It’s not fair," you found yourself thinking.

Gol D. Roger had chosen his fate. He had walked toward death willingly, laughing in its face. But Ace… Ace had fought to live. He had burned so brightly, only for his fire to be extinguished far too soon.

And yet, even now, there was no anger in him, only quiet understanding. His eyes, so much like Roger’s yet so different, met yours. He could see you. He knew what you were.

"You came for me, huh?" Ace murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

You nodded.

"I guided your father once," you said, your voice softer than the wind. "And now, I will guide you."

Ace blinked slowly. There was no shock in his expression, only a quiet sadness mixed with something you couldn’t quite place.

"I never wanted to be like him," Ace admitted. "I spent my whole life trying to prove I wasn’t him." He exhaled, the ghost of a bitter laugh escaping him. "And now, that I've found a place, now that I wanted to live, I’m dying ."

You said nothing for a moment. Then, gently, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his spirit. He felt warm, so much warmer than most souls you had guided. Ace had always burned bright, after all.

"You are not your father, Ace," you said, your tone firm yet kind. "But you are loved, just as he was."

Ace’s breath hitched slightly, though there was no more air in his lungs. His expression softened, and his lips curled into the same smile he had given Luffy just moments before.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Guess I was, huh?"

You watched as the last flickers of life faded from his body, but his soul… his soul remained as strong as ever. He had died young, but he had lived fully.

You held out your hand to him.

"Are you ready?"

Ace looked past you, toward the endless horizon that stretched beyond life itself. For a brief second, he swore he could hear something - laughter, distant and familiar, carried on the wind.

Gol D. Roger was waiting.

Ace closed his eyes, inhaled deeply as if he could still breathe and took your hand.

"Yeah," he said softly. "Let’s go."

And together, you and the son of the Pirate King stepped beyond the veil, into the unknown.

The world of the living faded behind you as you led Ace beyond the veil, yet something within you refused to let go. You had done this countless times, guiding souls, ferrying them from one life to the next, but this time, something felt different.

You glanced at the young man beside you, his spirit as vibrant as the flames he had once wielded. Ace walked beside you, steady and sure, his face calm as he accepted what had come to pass. But when you looked back, when you turned your gaze to the battlefield that had fought so hard to keep him, you felt something stir within you, something you had not felt in a long time.

A pull. A weight. A quiet ache.

You had seen grief before. You had watched countless lives crumble in the face of loss, but this… this was different.

Below, Luffy was in complete shock, his mouth was open in a silent scream, raw and broken, his tears mixing with the blood on the ground. His small frame trembled, the weight of Ace’s sacrifice crushing him.

You felt the pull again, deeper this time.

Whitebeard stood tall even as the battlefield burned around him, his massive frame unmoving. He had lost sons before, but never like this. Never him. Ace had been more than just a commander, he had been a son, a legacy, a future. And now, that future was gone, leaving only a hollow space where his fire had once burned.

The great pirate did not waver, even as his heart surely cracked beneath his skin.

And then there was Garp.

A man torn between duty and love. You could feel it, the weight in his chest, the suffocating grief in his bones, the guilt gnawing at him.

You should have turned away. You should have kept walking. You had a duty to fulfill.

But for the first time in centuries, you hesitated.

Ace had noticed.

"You’ve never looked back before, have you?" he asked, his voice softer now.

You clenched your fingers around the edge of your cloak, watching as the battle continued to rage. Even in death, Ace had left so much behind. People who had fought for him. People who had died for him. People who had loved him.

"No," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Ace followed your gaze, his own expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a small smile formed on his lips.

"It’s a lot, huh?" he murmured.

You turned to him then, studying the way he carried himself. There was no bitterness in his eyes anymore, no self-hatred or doubt. He had spent years questioning whether his life had any worth, whether the world would have been better off without him.

But now, as he watched the people who mourned him, who had fought desperately to save him, he finally had his answer.

"All these times you thought about your life being worthless, of me thinking now was the time for me to come and collect your soul, you not once realized how much you were loved Ace. And everytime you got pulled from the edge i was glad for it because whether you believe it or not you were never a failure, never evil, never alone. And i always hoped you'd finally see it," you said again, the words heavier this time.

Ace nodded. "Yeah. I guess I was."

The pull in your chest lessened, but it did not disappear. You knew you had to keep moving, to take him where all souls eventually went. But as you looked upon the wreckage left behind, you allowed yourself this moment to acknowledge the weight of what was lost.

You had guided his father once. And now, you guided his son.

But the difference was that Ace had never wanted to be like Roger. He had never sought a grand adventure, never yearned for legend or fame. He had only wanted to exist, to matter, to be loved.

And in the end, he had been.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and turned forward once more.

"You didn’t make it easy for me Ace but I promise you will be fine and those you left behind will cherish your memory and carry it with them - always" you said softly

Ace paused at your words, his gaze lingering on the battlefield one last time. The weight of his short life pressed against him, but it no longer felt suffocating. Instead, it was warm, carried by those who had loved him, who would never let his memory fade.

Ace exhaled, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. He had spent so long doubting his worth, questioning if his life had ever truly mattered. But now, in the face of death, he knew.

"Thank you," he murmured, though he wasn’t sure if he was thanking you, or them, or maybe just the universe for letting him experience love before the end.

You squeezed his hand, a fleeting gesture of comfort, before nodding forward.

"Come," you said softly. "It’s time to go home."

And so, with a heart lighter than he had ever known in life, Ace stepped into the unknown, his fire eternal, his name forever carried in the hearts of those who had fought for him.

The light surrounding you grew brighter, a soft, golden glow that seemed to draw from the very essence of the world itself. It was not a light of warmth but of release, the kind that only came when one’s soul was ready to transcend.

Ace stood beside you, facing the horizon that stretched into infinity. He could feel it, deep in his chest, the tug of something greater than himself. A place where his flames could burn freely, a place beyond the struggles and the pain of this life.

He had been ready to die in the heat of battle, to face his fate with no regrets. But now, as he stood here at the threshold of the unknown, he realized it wasn’t just about ending. It was about beginning again, somewhere new, somewhere where the pain of his past couldn’t follow.

"I know you're ready to rise and sail home," you whispered, your voice carrying the weight of eternity. Your eyes, usually solemn and detached, softened as you looked at him.

Ace’s chest tightened, his heart swelling with something he hadn’t expected to feel: peace.

He nodded slowly, understanding that the life he had lived, the fire he had carried, was a part of something much larger than he had ever imagined.

The room, if one could call it that, began to fill with light, a light that washed over him like a cleansing tide. He felt weightless, his spirit no longer burdened by the world he left behind. There was nothing here but the light, and the feeling that he was leaving something beautiful behind.

"It's time to say our last goodnight, isn’t it?" Ace asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil that had gripped his heart moments ago.

You nodded, your eyes glistening with an emotion that he couldn’t quite place. You had guided many souls, but something about him - about his journey - had touched you in a way you hadn’t expected.

He turned to you, his expression calm, yet filled with a quiet gratitude. "Thank you for everything."

You smiled softly, a flicker of something warm behind her gaze.

"You don't have to thank me," she said. "You’ve done it all yourself. And don't worry your flame will never burn out as long as those you left behind will carry your memory"

As Ace stood there, he realized that he had lived the way he always wanted: not in pursuit of greatness, but in pursuit of love. His journey had been one of trials, of struggles, of painful truths. But it had also been one of deep, unwavering connections. And as he felt the light envelope him, he knew it were those connections - those bonds - that would carry him forward.

"Are you ready?" You asked gently, your voice a tender thread in the vastness of the unknown.

Ace nodded, his face serene, and in that moment, he knew that it was finally time to leave the world behind.

"I’m ready," he whispered, his heart open, his spirit free.

As you stepped into the light, the warmth of the sun that he had never truly known on this earth filled him. It was as if the very fabric of his being stretched outward, soaring toward something brighter than he could have ever imagined.

And I still believe in the good... and I still believe in the light. And I wanna feel the sun. I wanna free you tonight

And as you disappeared into the horizon, Ace's soul felt lighter than it ever had.

[spr1ngpvrinbwunnie]

DESPERATE REQUEST:

what would happen if Stella, Leith, and Eddie forced Harley and his partner to join them in a game of hide and seek in the factory where every location is open after hours in the middle of the night and s/o has to be the hider and they are absolutely impossible to find meanwhile the executes are paranoid and terrified (especially Harley) knowing that a/o won’t be able to resist jumping out and scaring them!? Headcanons?? :3

A hide-and-seek game in an abandoned toy factory at midnight? With a partner who thrives on scaring people? With executives who are already on edge? And with Harley being the most paranoid of them all?

This is going to be so much fun.

Headcanons – Midnight Hide-and-Seek in Playtime Co.

(Or: How to Give the Entire Executive Team a Heart Attack in One Night)

🌙 The Setup

This whole thing probably started because Eddie and Stella were bored out of their minds and somehow convinced (read: pressured) Harley into participating.

Leith, being the reasonable one, initially refused. But then Eddie threw in some corporate-level guilt-tripping like, “C’mon, Pierre, don’t be a killjoy. You already make us suffer during work hours—let us have this.”

Harley, naturally, thought this was the stupidest idea imaginable and was completely against it.

“This is a waste of time.”

“You do realize we work in a factory known for its many mysterious disappearances, yes?”

“If any of you so much as touch my lab, I will make sure you regret it.”

He only relents when Stella, in all her unhinged glory, insists it’ll be “fun” to see who lasts the longest before they start losing their minds.

🦇 The Rules

Your job? Hide. You get a full five-minute head start.

Their job? Find you. But there’s a catch:

No lights—only flashlights are allowed.

No splitting up (because even THEY know that’s how horror movies start).

No chickening out halfway through.

…Harley is already suspicious. Way too suspicious.

👣 The Game Begins…

As soon as the game starts, you vanish. Completely. No sound. No trace.

The factory is massive, labyrinthine, and filled with shadows. The further they go, the more uneasy they get.

Eddie, at first, tries to play it cool. “Okay, okay. This isn’t bad. We just gotta—”

Something creaks.

Leith freezes.

Harley pulls out a scalpel like it’s going to help.

😨 The Executives Start to Panic

Leith is the most vocal about his regrets.

“This is a terrible idea.”

“I knew I should’ve stayed in my office.”

“I don’t get paid enough for this.”

Eddie tries to stay rational, but his nerves are showing.

“Okay, but seriously. Where the hell did they go? They couldn’t have just disappeared—”

Stella? She’s THRIVING.

Absolutely living for the tension.

Is the only one laughing while the others are actively regretting their life choices.

🔦 Where’s Harley in All This?

PARANOID.

ON EDGE.

CONVINCED YOU’RE GOING TO JUMP OUT AND GIVE HIM A HEART ATTACK.

“This isn’t a game. This is psychological warfare.”

“They’ve been waiting for this moment. I know it.”

“This is a calculated attack on my well-being.”

Every slight movement? Every distant noise? He notices.

His brain is in overdrive.

If they were hiding in ventilation shafts, they would’ve had to access it from…

If they were in the old testing chambers, there would’ve been a slight reverberation in sound…

If they were in the prototype storage area—

Oh, wait. The door creaked.

HE KNOWS.

And yet—he still jumps when you finally strike.

👻 The Grand Reveal (AKA: Your Victory)

When you finally decide to end it, you wait until the absolute worst moment—

They’re huddled together in some darkened corridor.

Their nerves are fraying.

Harley is visibly tense, Leith is done with everything, Eddie is regretting his life choices, and Stella is just watching chaos unfold.

Then?

You jump out.

With zero warning.

Directly behind Harley.

🎤 Reactions:

Harley?

JOLTS like someone just defibrillated his soul.

Immediately turns around, ready to commit a crime.

“I should have you thrown into a furnace.”

Leith?

Screams.

Not even an ashamed scream—just pure, unfiltered terror.

“I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN.”

Eddie?

Nearly drops his flashlight.

Tries to act like he wasn’t scared.

“I— I wasn’t scared. I was— I was just—”

Stella?

CACKLING.

Absolutely delighted.

“Worth it. Every second of it.”

✨ The Aftermath

Harley refuses to speak to you for the rest of the night.

Leith files an unofficial complaint against you.

It goes directly into the trash.

Eddie still insists he wasn’t scared.

But he is now suspiciously avoiding dark hallways alone.

Stella? Already planning the next game.

“Next time, we blindfold Harley and make him the seeker.”

“NO.”

…And you?

You have a new favorite pastime.

[catsushinyakajima]

KLANCE FIC RECS FOR THE NEW YEARS RECAP PART TWO

Ghost of the Future & Shadow of the Past by wittyy_name/@wittyy-name, Zizzani/@zizzani | 300k+ | Time-travel | Dual fic

These fics were genuinely so. What the fuck. Oh my god. I came into it not expecting too much and I came out of it like ahjhsihfs. I’m so so upset that it isn’t finished, that too right before the last chapter. There are so, so many good aspects to this fic. First off: the plot and its delivery. The idea of switching places with a past version of yourself is not an uncommon plotline. However, having the story be split into two stories following both the past and the present with each chapter parallelling each other was flawlessly executed. I would read one chapter where they would do xyz which affected the past, and then be so excited to see what happens next, and then be even more excited that I could simply read how it happened in the past. It felt like I was time itself, reading through parts of these characters' lives non-linearly. The KL chemistry is beautiful, the plot is beautiful, I sincerely love it.

it’s five o’clock somewhere by soulreapin/@soulreapin | 8.1k | Bartending AU | First Date

This fic was so so soft and funny. There were parts of the fic where I was so floored by the comedic writing that I was like damn why didn't I write this? Also, their first date is just so cute!

Run into the Bright Lights by peanutbutterapple/ https://hugoweasley.tumblr.com/ | 36.8k | April Fools Day | Canon Compliant

I've never seen an april fools day fic before and omg I wish there were more. The miscommunication between KL is so genuine and not a product of stupid actions. There's beautiful hurt/comfort. I've reread this two billion times.

AITA by perfchan/@jacqulinetan | 34k | Post-War

This fic is so so funny and just. It sums up the whole let down of returning back to civilian life after war very well and the way Lance shuts people out. So so good.

to breathe in this mirage by existwound/@existwound | 34k+ | Time-travel | Domestic KL

This fic is so good!?!? Astra writes KL fighting so well and it leads up to beautiful ANGST which leads to beautiful hurt/comfort. This fic is not finished but I love it so so so much.

Spider-Man Klance AU by iwriteshipsnotsailthem | 102.6k | Spider-man!Keith

This author captures the essence of spiderman in a fic so much. Many other spider-man aus will focus more on ships than the spiderman aspect, but this author balances it so well. There's a perfect blend of action and romance.

finally, you're mine by nezueye/@nezueye | 7.2k | Friends to Lovers | Modern AU

This has to be hands down one of the best fluff fics ever. Every scene with KL, which was all of them, was so satisfying and cute. I loved it so much I reread this all the time.

Even the People in Your Dreams Will Lie to You by popering/@roylustang | 314k+ | torture | angst

This fic is INSANE!!! Literally!! There's so much thought and detail that goes into the worldbuilding of the fic despite the world literally being canon VLD! This is a fic where every detail counts, and where you yourself might doubt your hindsight and knowledge too. I feel so bad for everyone in this story, and I eagerly await the last chapter (author take ur time w it tho plz)

my my, how can i resist you? by nikkiRA | 1.7k | Est Relationship | Watching Mamma Mia

This is a follow up to a fic where KL get together, but this snippet just has my heart. It's so beautiful to see the way Keith loves Lance.

what makes you beautiful by seventies | 4.5k | MMA!Keith x Nurse!Lance

The funniest fi in the world. I wish I knew the author IRL so I could laugh at their jokes everyday. They're so funny. This fic is so so funny.

I love you more than fried chicken by AsterikaMay/@catsushinyakajima | 9.1k words | Asexual!Lance

This is one of my fics...I included it cuz I'm ace and I LOVE ace fics LMAO

part one here