#VILLAIN GETS THE GIRL

[mmkin]

get you some arlong

Snippet from the Arlong x Reader fic I am working on rn. (Still working on the title... or maybe I should just call it 'get you some arlong' lol) Enjoy this little treat, fellow Arlong and OP fans. You gulp down the rest of your drink, feeling the burn as it slides down your throat and tasting the notes of coconut and tangerine. For a moment, you look down at the glass, seeing the light reflected through its various facets, a touch of light brown at the bottom from the last drops of rum. Such a mundane thing to notice when there are far more pertinent matters that come to mind.

“More?” Arlong asked, lifting the bottle. You look up at him, at that row of shark teeth ensconced firmly behind the impressive sawnose that is but one of the many things that add to this pirate’s fearsome reputation. You remember the first time you laid eyes upon him in person. He was not the tallest fishman you’d ever seen, but by god, he was the most impressive. All muscles and angles and points in what seems like a perfect combination, seated in a bulk that most anyone would have good reason to be cautious around.

Despite being conscious of all that, you had also become keenly aware of your attraction to him. What might his body feel like, pressed against your own? These big, strong arms wrapped around you? Would he let you run your finger lightly along the serrated edge of his nose?

“Y/n, do you want more?” he asks in a slightly louder tone, thinking you did not hear him above the music. Your gaze fixes upon his.

“What I want is you,” you say quietly, the words sliding past your tongue. The hand holding the bottle goes still, as does the rest of him, for a moment. You fear that you have made a gross miscalculation, that his stillness is one of horror or disgust. Already, your mind is formulating apologies, finding a way to try to backpedal and try to salvage whatever respect this sawnose shark fishman had for you. One did not earn his respect so easily, and it honestly grieves you to think you might have lost that.

His lips pull back to reveal the rows of teeth that bring terror to many. There is a glint in his pale blue eyes as he leans forward, his face drawing close to yours, though the tip of his nose is still a few inches away. Your gaze darts down its length before looking back in his eyes. The chatter of fishmen talking or splashing around, the music, the waves all seem to fade away in the background.

His tongue slides past the serrated teeth, running slowly along his upper lip as the corners of his mouth curl up into what is unmistakably a hungry grin. (Edit - the rest of the story is now available for your reading pleasure on my AO3 here...)

[skull-spit]

“Grace hadn't seen her sister in over a decade when she gets a letter in the mail imploring her to come visit her at the place she has decided to make her permanent home. Grace scrapes together the rest of her savings to fly down to Louisiana to see her. Grace's stay wasn't meant to last more than a week, but strange event after strange event prevents Grace from going home and the longer she stays, the stranger the already strange community seems, and soon, Grace begins to realize, the man they call Father, has no intention of letting her leave.”

(Mind the tags. 18+)

[thebabblingbrookenook]

Hahaha I have never related to anything more in my life 😅

[chloesimaginationthings]

The death of Vanessa and the birth of Vanny in FNAF

(Inspired by this art by Yuto Sano)

[dinathalawriter]

Please write a story with the characters from the Medici: Girolamo Riario actually manages to get his wife back and she doesn't betray him.

Girolamo Riario was a man with a singular focus: to reunite with his wife, Caterina Sforza, whom he had not seen in years. He had lost her to the Medicis, who had kidnapped her in a brazen attempt to weaken the Riario family.

But Girolamo was not one to give up easily. He had spent years planning his revenge, building alliances and gathering intelligence. And finally, the time had come for him to make his move.

Girolamo launched a surprise attack on the Medici palace, his troops sweeping in and overpowering the guards. In the chaos, he made his way to Caterina's chambers, where he found her waiting for him.

At first, Caterina was hesitant to trust her husband, fearing that this was just another ploy to gain power. But as Girolamo begged for her forgiveness, she saw the truth in his eyes. He had risked everything to be with her, and she could feel the depth of his love.

Caterina threw her arms around Girolamo, and they embraced for the first time in years. As they held each other, they knew that they had won a great victory, not just for themselves but for their family.

With Caterina back by his side, Girolamo's power only grew. He became a key player in the tumultuous political landscape of Renaissance Italy, using his cunning and his connections to forge new alliances and build his family's wealth.

But this time, Caterina was not just a pawn in his game. She was his partner, his confidante, and his true love. Together, they ruled with an iron fist, but also with compassion and fairness. And while there were still those who sought to bring them down, they knew that as long as they had each other, they could conquer anything.

[sunderwight]

disciple luo binghe, running errands for his shizun one day, somehow manages to be in the exact wrong (right) place at the exact wrong (right) time and catches shang qinghua meeting with mobei jun

in order to keep luo binghe from tattling right away, shang qinghua dissembles in a panic and claims that his clandestine meetings with mobei jun are happening because they're lovers and definitely not because shang qinghua is betraying the sect and handing their secrets over to demons in order to save his own hide. when that almost doesn't work, he also tells luo binghe that he knows he's part demon, and that if luo binghe rats him out then shang qinghua will take him down with him. mutually assured destruction

it works, and even though luo binghe threatens him quite a bit (jeez kid calm down, you might be the almighty protagonist but also you're like sixteen) he agrees to keep shang qinghua's fraternizing a secret. but if ANYTHING BAD should happen to the sect or especially to luo binghe's shizun because of this, luo binghe will take shang qinghua down even if it does ruin his life too

shang qinghua, now sweating even more bullets about the impending immortal alliance conference: cool! cool cool cool sounds great cool yeah

so shang qinghua can add "being blackmailed by the punk ass brat I sort of created" to his list of stress-inducing woes. which gets even worse when luo binghe keeps somehow sensing if mobei jun is around for more than a couple hours and showing up, and picking fights with him?? kind of??

wtf has the protagonist been taking tips from liu qingge or something...?

shang qinghua feels like he's gonna have a heart attack when mobei jun just snorts and tosses luo binghe by the scruff like he's an annoying yappy dog

mobei jun actually knows what's up though. teenage half-demon who has never been around his own kind has become spoiled by the lack of competition on this front, and now his hackles are all up because he wants to claim the whole mountain range as his territory, and his instincts are screaming at him to challenge mobei jun about it so that they can decide who is actually top dog. since mobei jun could easily kill him, especially with his blood sealed, and has been clawing rocks and pissing on trees along the borders of an ding peak since before luo binghe was born, he's clearly got seniority here

and since qinghua doesn't want mobei jun to just kill the little shit (fair enough -- that sealed bloodline does look kind of interesting) that means it's up to mobei jun to teach him how to do things like interact with other demons without making a complete fool of himself. lesson one: what to do when you challenge someone out of your league and they win, assuming they don't just kill you

so luo binghe reluctantly gains another demon tutor

meng mo actually approves. he's been out of the loop on demon high society for a long time, and has lacked a body for long enough too that he's forgotten a lot of the particulars of socializing. it'll be good for luo binghe to pick up some manners that aren't just silly human tea ceremonies and things. maybe he'll start addressing meng mo more respectfully for a change!

(lol no)

luo binghe is partly like "I don't need to learn demon social skills since I'm spending the rest of my life as a disciple of qing jing peak" but partly like, well, if shizun knew about this and didn't freak out about it, he'd probably say that knowledge is power and learning how to handle politics and diplomacy of all kinds is important. and despite himself luo binghe is also interested, because this is a whole perspective on his own nature that he's never really gotten advice about

also, mobei jun is the lover of shang qinghua? mobei jun is a demon who successfully seduced a cang qiong peak lord? does he have any advice about that?

(he does -- all of it very bad)

anyway all of this sort of fucks up the immortal alliance conference developments really good, so the system kind of gives up and settles on some other big transformative achievements that luo binghe has to complete in order to be suitably heroic

but shen qingqiu has no idea and so the reprieve just seems to come out of nowhere until several years later, when he walks in on luo binghe with his claws out and huadian gleaming in the company the demon king of the northern desert, the two of them playing weiqi or something while they wait for shang qinghua to get back from some random logistics crisis he had to rush off to

shen qingqiu: ...?!?

luo binghe, panicking: wait shizun I can explain it's not what it looks like SHIZUN I SWEAR I WAS GOING TO TELL YOU PLEASE DON'T BE MAD--!

shen qingqiu: all this time I thought you were sneaking out to meet a girl, and this was what you were doing instead?!

luo binghe: WHAT?? shizun no I'd never do that I swear I don't even like girls!

shen qingqiu: that's not -- wait what do you mean you don't even like girls?!

mobei jun, unperturbed and still focused on the weiqi board: he's gay

[novelconcepts]

One of the most fundamentally interesting things to me about YJ and writing fic, specifically, is how the blame changes hands depending on the story. On whose perspective you're writing from. On whose story it is at a given moment. The very thing I dislike about viewers missing the point becomes so fascinating to me from within the narrative. Who are these characters when seen through the eyes of their peers?

Who does Jackie become? If you're Shauna, she's the love of your life, and your greatest rival, and the other half of your soul, and the person you blame for your dead dreams. If you're Van, she's the respected captain who earns none of your respect in the woods, the one who left you to die without blinking, the easiest target for teenage malice. If you're Natalie, she's competition for affection, the blabbermouth who can't leave well enough alone, the hands putting themselves to no good use. If you're Jackie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You're losing face a little more every day, and you're made of despair, and you can't even trust your best friend. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.

Who does Lottie become? If you're Natalie, she's your direct foil, the splinter under the edge of your thumbnail, the smart mouth to match your own, the confusing amalgamation of normal friend and mad ritual. If you're Misty, she's the first shred of obvious power in months, a leader who might need to be nudged back into line, a fascinating exercise in hitching your wagon to the right star early on. If you're Taissa, she's flat-nuts and endlessly frustrating, she's got your girlfriend's full attention, she's incredibly dangerous. If you're Lottie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You've built a pedestal you can't keep your balance on, and you're not sure if you're right or going crazy, and you didn't want this. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.

From outside the narrative, there is no bad guy. There is no blame. It is no one's fault. It is Man v. Nature, they are doing the best they can with an impossible situation. They're all trying to contribute what they can to the story, for better or worse.

From inside the narrative, you are a teenager trapped in a society constructed entirely of bare-bones-survival with the wildest assortment of girls. From inside the narrative, to stay human, you have to love and fight, respect and judge. Every story changes the game. Every story shifts the blame. A hero in one has the bloodiest hands in the next. And that, to me, is such a thrilling sandbox to play in.

[eedaeth]

🎭🎪✨

Chippin' away at her design slowly. I love drawing her so much already HOLY FUCK Harls is always fun for me to draw tho so that's expected teehee [im obsessed with her actually]

Once I design her outfits I can FINALLY get on with designing her some wigs for said outfits. I want her to have some options + she's the type to actually like dressing up so having funky wigs just makes sense for my version.

These looks are just roughs and will probably change a lot but im just fucking around rn and yall deserve to see

[mmkin]

Get You Some Arlong - new chapter up!

Pure fun and smutty chapter. Very NSFW. Arlong has sex in his chair... yes, THAT chair. (Link and snippets as well as a few more fave screenshots under the cut) Reblogs, feedback, and shares are always appreciated! Oh Arlong, you magnificent bastard...

Arlong is in his chair, and as soon as he sees you, a smile spreads across his lips. You can not help but smile back as you approach the dais. The chair is simple, a lounge chair made of wood and painted white. You would see pool chairs and lawn furniture of similar design around the world, though the difference is that Arlong’s chair is much sturdier, designed to bear the weight of an almost 9-foot tall sharkman.

There's nothing fancy about it. No gold leaf, shiny jewels, or even ornamental carvings to grace the white paint. Yet after your time here, you know that chair is Arlong's throne. Everyone here does. No other fishman would be stupid enough to try to sit on the throne of the leader of the Arlong Empire.

He beckons to you before patting his left thigh, and you quickly comply. He positions you so that you are now straddling that thigh, facing him as he shifts himself so there’s room for both of your knees.

“I want you to do something for me, Y/n,” he purrs. You smile as you place your hands on his chest, sliding them along his neck and solar plexus. He sighs in approval before one of his hands slides to your ass, cupping it and using it to keep you anchored to him. His other hand travels to your chest, and even though you are wearing a binding, he can still feel how hard your nipples are if he applies enough pressure to the area. And he does, massaging his thumb across one nipple, feeling it push stubbornly against the binding.

“This gets you all hot and bothered, hmm?” he asks, continuing to rub the nipple while massaging and rubbing your ass. Like he even needs to ask…

“Yes," you breathe, knowing that when he asks questions like that, he wants verbal confirmation. It excites him to hear you beg and plead, to acknowledge that you are his, that you need his touch and attention. "How could it not? You feel how I ache for you.” You arch your back, pressing your breast into his hand.

He chuckles at that, and his thumb moves to the other nipple, ensuring that both of your tits get attention. “I can tell you’re getting hot… be careful that you do not burn a hole in my shorts,” he adds with a lewd chortle. You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at that. Arlong might be a mighty fishman, but he is still a man with a dirty mind.

“Maybe you need to take off your shorts, then,” you cheekily reply, running your nails along his abs.

“I am the Captain here, and I give the orders,” he scolds, but his ministrations continue, and you shift on his leg, pressing down with your pelvis to try to abate a bit of the pressure that his attentions have caused to build in you. “I think it’s your shorts that need to come off…”

You scramble to follow his directive – not easy in your current position, but when there’s a will, there’s a way – and his hand leaves your breasts to rub your groin through your underwear, causing you to arch against him, and he continues teasing you like this for a couple of minutes, sometimes pulling his hand back a centimeter or two, forcing you to chase after him with your hips. He hooks a finger against the fabric that covers your privates, tugging it to the side, and your aching pussy awaits the expert fingers that know how to manipulate it.

“Ride me," he says. For a moment, you wonder what he means as he's still fully clothed, and then you blush when you realize what he means. You blink and stare up at him. He grins and nods, keeping you in his lap while squeezing your ass, his other hand stroking his chin as he looks at you. Your hands go to his forearms, resting on them gently.

Your clit is aching, and Arlong has to know you're going to leave a wet spot on his shorts. He obviously doesn't care, so you start swaying your hips, complying with his desire. You bite your lower lip, feeling the dark canvas fabric against the most sensitive part of your anatomy, and Arlong watches you, a faint smile of self-satisfaction on his lips as he enjoys the show and your flesh at once. The hand that had been at his chin traveled to your side, reaching under your shirt to caress your back and waist.

“Arlong…” you breathe. “Please…” Your hips continue swaying as you seek to relieve the heat that only this sharkman could rouse in you.

“Such a good little slut,” he rumbles. He leans his head, angling his face so that he can capture your lips with his own, and you feel the scrape of his sharp teeth for a moment before his tongue forces his way into your mouth. There is a faint note of rum, along with the slight coppery taste of blood. He never told you to stop riding him so all you can do is be his slut, silently cursing him for being so damn sexy that you’re willing to literally hump his leg.

His forearms flex under your hands as he continues to molest you, and his lips move to the side of your neck, giving you several nips. You tremble as you feel the scrape of his teeth against the junction of your neck and shoulder as he tugs down the collar of your shirt. A soft whine escapes your throat as you continue working yourself. With your clit so sensitive, the roughness of the fabric almost feels too much. But you need to cum so badly, so you keep grinding against him, barely conscious of him tugging your shirt further open after undoing the string that laces the upper front closed.

You feel his sawnose a couple of times making indentations against your skin as he nips fiercely along your shoulder. You grind as hard as you can, but you seem to be unable to quite get there.

“You want to cum very much, don’t you?” you hear him growl, breath hot on your shoulder.

“Yes. Oh yes, Arlong. Please…”

The hand that had been touching the upper half of your body mercifully moved downward, and you lifted your hips so he could slide his fingers under you. With expertise, he slides in two fingers before massaging your clit with his thumb, and you gasp and whine, putting your hands on his shoulders, the collar of his shirt gathering under your curled fingers.

“Sometimes it amazes me how hot you get for me…” He trails back up your neck, his tongue swiping against the areas where his teeth scraped you. “To see you writhe around under my touch. To hear you begging for me… tell me, can any other man ever please you this well?”

“Never, Arlong,” you reply firmly. You raise yourself a few inches higher to give his hand more maneuverability “No other man could ever compare to you.”

A pleased rumble makes its way out of his mouth, feeling almost like a growl as he still has lips on your skin. His other hand is still on your ass, preventing you from pulling back as your hips buckle against his hand, your breath hitching as you finally sense your approaching orgasm. You muffle your cry by biting his neck. You do not have the sharp teeth Arlong has, but you make your point.

He continues rubbing you for a bit, drawing out small tremors of pleasure, before nipping you at your jaw just below your ear. He pushes your ass with his hand so that your front is now flush against his own, withdrawing the hand that had been working you. There is just enough space between your upper bodies that you can look at one another’s faces without worrying about his nose. Amidst the glow of pleasure, you feel small twinges of pain on your neck and shoulder, but that is quickly forgotten as he brings up his hand into view, fingers slick with your juices.

“I bet my little cock-hungry woman is not satisfied with simply being fingered, hmm?” he asks with a knowing leer as he brings his fingers to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste of you.

“You are very skilled with your fingers,” you assure him as you watch him administer to his thumb. “But nothing fills me up quite like your cock, and you know it!”

“I know it,” he replies before he maneuvers you so that your back is to his chest, and he brings his knees close together so that you can straddle him in a reverse cowgirl position. His hand shifts under you, and you hear the rustle of cloth as he frees his members. Immediately, the upper cock prods at you, and finds easy purchase past your slick folds. The second one is in front of you, its upper side rubbing against the front of your snatch as you sink to Arlong’s groin. You sink down with a sigh of satisfaction and reach down with your hand to ensure that his second cock is not left out of the fun.

In front of you is the vantage Arlong sees when he is perched on his throne. His hands are on your hips, and you feel his cocks twitch inside and against you as you squirm to get fully seated.

(just imagine the arm is yours and Arlong is grabbing you for some sexytimes!)

[dovewingkinnie]

my beloved cats... they r all magical girls and protect a kingdom!! theres a lot of other characters i havent shared yet but these are the main 8 characters!! hope u guys like them

[simaraknows]

i see your "'does he want to lick my boots or chop off my hands' is a Nicki reference" and raise you "what if Armand's relationship with sex is so fucked that his two modi are total submission and 'don't touch me or I'll chop off your hands' and Louis is still clowning on his trauma" in this essay I will

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The girls are plottinggggg

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[dykedvonte]

I think the reason Benny designs are so varied and hard to pin is because some people remember the line that says he’s pretty and lean into it hard and others completely disregard it, do a 180 and make him like a Sopranos character.

It’s like he’s either someone’s uncles that laughs too hard at his own jokes while slapping you or random twink number 6. God bless those who have figured out how to merge the two.

[wallflowers-in-the-wind]

Odd question but has Feyre told Nesta what Rhysand did to Clare Beddor and her family? Has anyone told her? Cause that’s something Nesta deserves to know, Clare was her best friend in the human realm from what the books said. She is the sister in law to the man responsible for the Beddor family’s death and I expect all hell to break loose if she finds out.

I’d also love to read Nesta tearing into Rhsand and Feyre for the way Clare died. While it isn’t Feyre’s fault she did give Rhysand that name and he chose to bring an innocent girl to Amarantha to be tortured to death when there was legit no logical reason why.

[eromrevencrow]

Okay okay. Some are saying that iwtv is not about being in love with the monster, but the horror of the monster being in love with you, which I think it's too simple since it's more about 'the monster loves me, but what if I am a monster too? What if the monster is actually a mirror of everything I don't love about myself and the beauty of learning to love all this monstrous things about me, in you?'

[atlasshrugd]

no but the thing is, when the hero falls in love with the villain she is falling in love with the darkest parts of herself. she is owning her shadow and the owning makes her stronger. it is not about whether a ship is toxic or romanticising abuse because it’s not about two individuals. the struggle is not one between two people, just like the love is not between two people. when the hero falls in love with the villain she is loving herself. when she loves herself she is stronger, better, able to transform darkness instead of running from it. at the moment of loving, a person changes. the loved changes. and the love of the villain changes the hero. it’s all about this, don’t you see?