#ZZ Writes!

[desired-deity]

If your requests are open could I request Shxtou and reader playing a two player game and it went very well, that they get shipped by a bunch of people and react to fan art on stream or something sorry if it's too much

(　´)Д(｀ )

I love your works so much btw! ❤

Player Two?

SHXTOU x Gn! READER

Genre: Fluff!

A/N: Hehehehe 😈 so I add a sprinkle of Dacapo into this fic because I have a good idea for this order 😈😈😈😈 wish me luck~! Love you Honey! ((ALSO, my requests are open and so is a discord server👍 come talk to me and my friends! Love you all!!))

“ORDER UP!”

Discord call from…Dacapo

“You never call me Dacapo, what did I do now?” You asked with confusion, normally Dacapo never calls you unless you messed around a bit too much with Baabel or he had a question for you.

“So, I have a friend named Shoto, I can’t make the stream today due to some setbacks where I am at the moment so could you take my place instead???” What. You were known pretty well around the Vtuber community but you’ve never had to ‘sub’ in for someone.

“Are you insane Dacapo?? Just cancel on him, it happens to everyone at some point.” 

“Just join his VC already, Y/n.”

~ Present Time ~

Well, that’s how you got yourself into this mess. You knew of Shoto and he knew of you but you guys never talked. Both of your guy’s chats noticed the tension between the two of you, it was so thick that you could cut it with one of Shoto’s daggers. But, you got a superchat that might have just fixed the entire stream.

Zara_Zamura

$100.00

Why don’t you guys play Mario Cart together???

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea! Hey Shoto, wanna play some Mario Cart?”

“Oh you’re on Y/n!”

The stream was filled with laughter and everyone loved you guys together, even though this was the first time you guys ever met, it was still a lot of fun to just play games with him, you were starting to enjoy his company and soon everyone in chat started to ship you two. 

Chat:

Dacapo Ch. [ARP]: See, I told you that you would be fine, look at you now Y/n, you made a new friend!

“Dacapo, get out of my chat”

Let’s just say #/Shxtouxy/n was trending on Twitter for a few months.

[hedgehog-moss]

Writers who use imitative harmony + the movement of their language to evoke meaning are so great to re-read once you’ve learnt this language, if you’ve read them in translation before, it feels like the best reward. I’m reading Annie Proulx in the original for the first time, and so much of her writing style was just not salvageable by French translators (< my condolences), because she intertwines sound with meaning so often, at least in Close Range, and French just doesn’t sound the same! so by translating the meaning you’ll sacrifice a lot of the style... It reminds me of a haunted house book in French that also made me think “haha RIP translators” because it made great use of sound—a lot of “u / eu / ou” to create a sort of sinister howling effect in some sentences, and one sentence about a closed door used “i” and “rr” sounds to give an ominous “creaking open” sensation without actually opening the door in the text...

This kind of thing always makes me reflect despairingly on how many authors I’ll never get to appreciate fully as I can’t read them in the original, but I’m glad to re-discover Annie Proulx at any rate! I mean compare the sound of a phrase like “a hundred dirt road shortcuts” to the French “des centaines de raccourcis, des routes de terre”... First of all the English phrase sounds clippety-cloppy, it sounds like hooves on a dirt road in a way that’s very hard to preserve in a language without syllable stress, but also the French language demands that you turn it into ‘a hundred of shortcurts of roads of dirt’, so it’s best to dilute it into two phrases, and you just lose the clippedness. It sounds less tight, more leisurely.

Same for the phrase “the tawny plain still grooved with pilgrim wagon ruts” vs. “la plaine fauve encore marquée des ornières laissées par les chariots des pèlerins.” That’s a 54% expansion ratio and once again you turn the tight clippedness of ‘grooved with pilgrim wagon ruts’ into ‘grooved with the ruts left by the wagons of the pilgrims.’ You just can’t avoid it, French words have to hold hands in a long procession rather than being stacked like pancakes on top of one another. And sometimes it makes for lovely stylistic effects too (*), but it doesn’t fit the style of a text like this one, which uses rhythm and sound in a very un-French way—rhythmicality in French tends to rely on long flowy phrasings rather than the potholed ruggedness this story demands. (I saw a NY Times article describe it as Annie Proulx “mining the ore of language out of a gritty Wyoming rockscape”)

The rhythm of this whole bit is so neat, you can snap your fingers along with it: “hard orange dawn, the world smoking, snaking dust devils on bare dirt, heat boiling out of the sun until the paint on the truck hood curled, ragged webs of dry rain that never hit the ground, through small-town traffic and stock on the road, band of horses in morning fog...”

The French version is not finger-snapping material but you can tell the translator did her very best to preserve the author’s intention by creating interesting rhythms in French as well. For “hard orange dawn” she could have kept close to the original with, say, “la dureté orange de l’aube” but instead she chose to turn ‘hard’ into a four-syllable adjective (éblouissante / blinding) to end up with a noticeable rhythm—“les aubes orange, éblouissantes,” one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four (and she made ‘dawn’ plural for the same reason.) She wasn’t able to preserve the g/r alliteration of “GRooved with pilGRim waGon Ruts” (although her translated phrase also has a lot of R’s) but she did preserve the ‘sss’ alliteration of “Smoking Snaking duSt” (“pouSSière Serpentant Sur le Sol”). Even with languages as close as French and English, for every stylistic effect you can save you have to sacrifice a few, or replace them with opposite effects which align better with your language’s notions of literary style (like with the orange dawn bit, doubling the length of a tight phrase so it can sound rhythmical).

You can tell all throughout the book that a lot of thought and care went into respecting Annie Proulx’s writing choices and you still end up with sentences that sound and move so differently. You get to see the limit of translation when authors fully lean on their language’s syntax and melody to help convey meaning, like poets do!

(*) Re: English stacking words and French linking them—this reminds me of an essay I read by an English translator of Proust who despaired of this difference in the opposite direction—saying some long, descriptive phrases in Proust with articles & prepositions linking words, and commas linking phrases with regularity, read like telling the beads of a rosary. And the sensation (or a lot of it) had to be sacrificed because English just does not use as many linking words as French, information is conveyed in a more economical way, so a lot of these sentences with a hypnotic rhythm like “the A, of the B, of the C, whereby the D, of the E, on an F” were often not achievable with English syntax or created redundancy (e.g. having to use ‘that’ or ‘which’ 5 times when French used different tool words). But he said he did try to form sentences that had this continuity, and meditative quality.

I don’t have a conclusion to this post other than to say something precious will be lost if human translation is replaced by AI translation, because literary translation involves creativity and ambiguity and aesthetic considerations and a dimension of instinctual feeling for your own language and the original style, and I don’t think any amount of data and processing power and artificial neural networks will yield the flavour of literary quality that emerges from human sensibility and care, from someone reading a sentence and thinking “this feels like hooves clippety-clopping down a dirt road” or “this feels like rolling the beads of a rosary” and starting from there...

[steviesbicrisis]

Eddie and Half-Italian Steve get together by mistake. It happens when the only things he knows in Italian are a few swear words and "I wanna fuck", but he wants to ask Steve to be his boyfriend.

He wants it to be special, so he asks Robin for help and she teaches him. Unfortunately, she needs practice with her pronunciation and Eddie has a terrible memory.

[after a dinner date, in the car]

Eddie: Steve I have to tell you something

Steve: ... sure what is it?

Eddie: sei li mio arazo (you are my tapestry)

Steve: *confused* could you repeat that?

Eddie: *frustrated* sei li mio garazo? (Are you my *nonexisting word*?)

Steve: *concerned* Eddie, are you okay?

Eddie: *in tears* si il mio gargarozo? (yes my gullet?)

Steve: *panicked* I have no idea- yes??

Eddie: *instantly calm* great!

It takes Steve three weeks to realize he had agreed to be Eddie’s boyfriend.

He doesn’t complain.

[lusciniiax]

since you dont have any ideas, how about I give you one, cheeky kitsune heizou x bunny reader, just thinking about the times kitsune heizou will tease bunny reader, bunny reader whos so afraid him and doesnt like his teasings one bit <333

☾ . . poor bunny.

dom!heizou x sub!reader. 1.6k words. warnings include everything included in the ask, gn afab reader, a little mean/teasing heizou, ig dubcon if you squint, pet names (bunny), dacryphilia, fingering, creampie - also was written at 1 in the morning, there may be typos or grammar mistakes

notes: hello mocha ~ thank you so much for the idea , i've had vague thoughts but nothing good enough to really build on recently , so it's much appreciated <3 i just love heizou

written by a minor [15]. dni if uncomfortable.

you were out on the streets of inazuma, hastily doing your shopping. right now, your only goal was to get home without encountering that terrible heizou and his cruel antics.

for the past few months, you and him had had this ongoing . . game of sorts. it wasn't very funny to you, but no matter what you did, he seemed to adore your every reaction. you couldn't deny that you did care for him to some extent, and almost missed him when he wasn't around on some days. but for the most part he caused more trouble than help.

the shopkeeper handed you a package containing some bottles of dango milk. you dipped your head in gratitude with a small 'thank you' and rushed off back to your home.

when your house came into sight, you let out a soft sigh of relief, having seen no signs of heizou.

it was as you were unlocking and opening the door that you suddenly felt a tug on your cotton-ball tail and hot breath on your ear as an all too familiar voice whispered 'boo!'

the appearance was entirely unexpected - the kitsune's attacks usually came while you were in town, so you'd let your guard down. with a shriek, you jumped and dropped the package, a loud crack coming from it as it hit the ground.

trembling, you whipped around to face heizou, who was now laughing meanly. as usual, you felt hot tears start to pool in your eyes, trying your best to stand your ground and hold them back.

"i-i paid for those . ." you sniffled, meekly fidgeting with your hands.

"awhh. poor bunny." he mocked, smirking down at you. "perhaps i could accompany you into town to get some more?"

"no way!" you retorted, scared out of your wits but determined not to let him push you around.

he only gave a light-hearted shrug, and you felt somewhat dejected that he hadn't acknowledged your efforts. "suit yourself. i'll make myself at home, then, while i'm here.

before you could protest, heizou had pushed past you, already inside your house and inspecting anything he could get his hands on. "stop that!! those aren't yours!"

"hm? i'm only taking a look. it's only natural i'm curious what my little bunny keeps around." he complained as you snatched a decorative figure out of his hands.

"stop calling me that, i have a name - and for archon's sake, get out!" you grumbled, giving him a quick whack on the head with the back of your hand.

without missing a beat, he'd shapeshifted into you. "for archon's sake, get out!" he repeated, grinning as your face grew a bright red out of frustration.

"you're not funny!" you retorted, feeling more powerless against his non-stop teasing by the second. as expected, he echoed you again. "whatever. i'm going to my room - at least let me have that to myself." you said with a defeating sigh and a crushed look on your face.

he shapeshifted back into his usual form as you brushed past him to the bedroom and continued practically ransacking your house.

you buried your head in your pillow with a groan, praying he'd get bored soon and go - you hadn't heard him quietly slipping into your room.

"hey, bunny." you heard as he grabbed your rabbit ears and pulled your head up by them. a sudden, sharp pain shot through the sensitive parts and you let out a choked squeal or sob.

the tears finally started to fall. you got more stressed every minute he was nearby, and this was the final straw. you cried and cried, exhausted from the constant worrying. heizou had managed to slip into every aspect of your life, always somewhere in your thoughts.

after a few seconds, he released you, standing by your bed and silently watching you with an intent gaze.

when your crying had finally reduced to a quiet whimpering, you sat up shakily, looking down at the floor with puffy eyes.

"please g- go away . ." you whispered, pleading to the archons he'd oblige. they must've not heard, for heizou ignored you, instead taking your chin between his thumb and fingers and raising your head to look him in the eye. you could almost feel him scrutinizing your expression.

"hm . . poor thing." he cooed lowly. you swallowed, throat feeling dry. you hated the man, truly - he was childish, rude and just a bully - but in this moment he was almost . . attractive?

"you're so pretty when you cry, y'know?" you blinked, more tears falling as you did. your vision was somewhat blurry, and all your senses felt hazy - was the room getting warmer? "i want to see you cry more." he breathed, moving his hand away from your chin to cup your cheek in it. such a gentle gesture for such cruel words. instinctively, you found yourself leaning into his hand.

he moved forward, and you allowed him to, ending up with your back on the sheets and him above you, both of you breathing heavily. heizou pushed up your shirt and grabbed your waist with a grin, running his hands up and down and gradually going up to your tits, taking the shirt off all the way and keeping his eyes on your face the whole time.

you squeezed your eyes shut as he groped them, twisting the nipple of one between his fingers and licking at the other. he took it in his mouth, skillfully swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently. you startled with a small yip when he bit it lightly and he snickered.

he moved up again, pressing kisses to your collarbone and the side of your neck. you shivered under his touch, pressing your legs together as some strange feeling surged through your stomach. having him so close was both terrifying and arousing.

you tentatively opened your eyes as he stopped, now unbuckling his pants and taking off his shirt. he sat back and gestured for you to come over. after a brief hesitation, you complied, crawling over. he pulled you into his lap when you were close enough and earned a squeal from you. you could certainly feel his dick poking you through your skirt, but he didn't appear embarrassed or ashamed in the slightest.

the kitsune rested his head on your shoulder, arms around you and holding you tightly to his bare chest. "take your skirt off, will you, bunny?" he asked tauntingly, a hand snaking up to brush fingers over the base of one of your ears.

you nodded, everything tense as you clumsily maneuvered it off. he brought his remaining hand down to your pussy, slipping a finger inside. your breathing quickened, already feeling overstimulated from one hand stroking your ear and the other fingering you.

he added another finger inside you, stretching you out with the two. you let out a small contented sigh and relaxed a little, beginning to feel more comfortable with it all. he noticed and gave your cheek a quick kiss, a triumphant smirk on his lips. "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do these things to you." he said, and you gave him a soft, distracted hum in response.

heizou pulled his slick-coated fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, giving one a quick lick before moving them to yours. "open." he commanded, and you reluctantly complied, knowing he'd get his way no matter what you did.

he placed his fingers on your tongue, lightly pressing down, and you licked the fluids off of them, face flushing red in embarrassment.

"an indirect kiss." he purred, removing his fingers from your mouth with a quiet pop.

". . gross." you muttered, wiping your mouth. heizou only laughed, squeezing you tighter for a moment and pulling you up further onto his lap.

"may i put it in now?" he asked. you glanced down to his dick, the tip swollen and pink with precum glistening on it.

"mhm. please be gentle, heizou . ." you murmured, absentmindedly running one of your fingers along it, collecting the fluid that stuck to your fingers. he let out a breathy grunt as you did and carefully picked your hips up.

you inhaled sharply as he slowly eased you down onto his cock, trying to take deep breathes. "f-fuck. you're so tight - feels so good, my dear bunny . ." he groaned once he'd completely filled your hole.

heizou gave you a minute before starting to rut into you, starting out slow but quickly speeding up. it wasn't long until he had you bouncing on his lap, crying out his name.

he grabbed your ears roughly this time, carelessly yanking you towards him and giving you a long kiss on the mouth this time. tears were streaming down your cheeks rapidly now, and after pulling away he peppered smaller pecks onto them.

you hated how his mistreatment of your sensitive ears got you so riled up, hated how you absolutely ate up his little grunts - and yet it was perfect. the moment was entirely perfect.

"oh- oh, heizou, i-i'm cumming!" you cried, and he moved his hands down to your hips, slamming them up and back onto his cock. "go on, cum for me, bunny." he cooed as you rode out your orgasm, creaming around him while he thrusted.

he hardly slowed after you came, incoherent babbling and pleas spilling out of your mouth from the extreme sensitivity.

"sh-shit, i'm cumming-" he warned, his speed faltering as his sticky cum filled your womb, a white ring appearing where his dick was inside your now ravaged pussy.

he laid back against the bed frame, huffing out a sigh. you didn't hesitate to fall onto his chest, ears twitching and panting. heizou reached down a hand to play with your hair, soothingly running his fingers along your scalp.

"so, bunny," he asked after a minute of the comfortable silence.

"are you ready for round two?"

[toaster-fire-art]

finals are eating me alive but beiyuan

[maalidoesart]

watching his moon

[tearsoftime0086]

I was talking about this to a friend a few weeks ago, but I love how Kamille basically starts and ends Zeta Gundam with the same motive - righting a wrong - but the way he internalizes it shows how much he's grown (spoilers below).

Like, when he goes awol and steals the MK II, he's solely in it to pay back the MP who physically assaulted him (which also I could go into a whole other conversation about... dude why did you turn back around when a gundam crashed into the military facility???? anyway). He wants to get revenge for being looked down on, from being toyed around with by the officers on the sidelines. It's a very self-centered and almost egotistical drive.

By the time he's fighting Scirocco however, the rationale is different. Yes, he's still calling out Scirocco for doing much of the same as the MP - watching from the sidelines, messing with people - but Kamille's a changed man. He's now a formal pilot, but he's also learned to love and to lose people, and he's learned that he has the potential to be something more for them. And so he couches this intent in the framework of "sacrificing his life" for it - for a bigger cause, for the people who he cares about.

Until it swallows him whole.

[newty]

nyc 3! no pics of anew for tumblr but it was AMAZING getting to hang out w another turtle!!! the met was beautiful and way too large. im still a puddle on the floor for hamauzu 😭

[bl-bracket]

Posthumously adding Zhou Zishu to my personal list of guys in the Gender Envy bracket. I recently watched all of Word of Honor and I'm still in awe of that guy's gender. It's crazy I want it so bad.

[desired-deity]

Because I Love Him

KENJI x Gn! READER

Genre: Fluffy fluff

Warning: A few swears. That’s it 👍

Summary: You and Kenji decided to play a horror game and let’s just say…it ended out with screams (and laughs)

A/N: Ah! Another Kenji post after a few!! Also, the Krisis poll is up until July 13th! Go and vote on the poll now!!💜

“KENJI GO— KENJI- GO BITCH! AAAAAAA” You screamed so loud that you might get a noise complaint from your neighbors. You were known for doing videos with Kenji, most of them being horror just for the fun of it.

“DID YOU DIE?? Y/N?! DID YOU FUCKING DIE- AAAAAAAA!!! BITCH GET AWAY FROM ME HOLY SHIT- Y/N!” Kenji yelled for you but you didn’t answer to try and scare him. “Y-Y/n…you are here right?” He said, fake crying but you just decided to drop it and blame it on chat. 

“I’m sorry Kenji! My chat told me to do it!” You lied, little did you know while you were talking to Kenji, your chat went wild.

Chat:

KKLizzy: uhm. WHAT

BlankSpace: AYO! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!

ThatSwifty: THEY’RE LYING KENJI! WHY YOU PUTTING THIS ON US Y/N?!?!?!

You looked at chat and your avatar’s eyes widened as yours did too. “I don’t know what you all are talking about chat! It was you!”

A super chat came in:

Kenji

$150.00

Wow, You blamed it on chat. How could you

“OKAY KENJI OKAY I GET IT! But thank you for the super chat.” You said laughing at the act Kenji did, you looked at chat again.

Chat:

ItTakes4: LMFAOOOOO

haienhakanen: HAHAHA KENJI LOOKIN AFTER US

ThatSwifty: LETS GO KENJIII!

KKLizzy: KENJI KENJI KENJI!

You smiled with soft eyes. This is the person that had your back. The person that makes you happy. And you started to cry, sniffling and wiping your eyes. Kenji’s avatar stiffened and his eyes went wide. He didn’t know what to say.

Chat:

KKLizzy: Y/n?

Zara_Zamura: Hey hey, Y/n, are you okay?

FNaFLover: Y/n??? What’s wrong???

“It’s nothing…just. I’m happy that you all enjoy this and I’m happy that you all like me and Kenji just joking around and…sniff sniff…just let us be, us. I’m so happy that I have made it here and that you all make this environment here enjoyable and  you all make me feel loved. Thank you all so much.” You said. Your chat could hear the love and happiness in your voice. They were there for you and you were there for them.

“Thank you all. You too Kenji. You got me here in the first place. You got me to where I am today. So chat, go show love to Kenji. Please, I beg of you.” You said, your avatar looked at the camera while Kenji was just staring in shock. You smiled and decided to say something else.

“Because I love him.”

Maybe a part 2????

~Love ZZ!💜

[falselyemmit]

I think my favorite part of the post game in fossil fighters champions is the fact that there's an attraction where you can pay to beat up Zongazonga's corpse.

Like that's one way to deal with your trauma ig Joe

[fanghuas]

wait, hwz thought of the day. so a time-travel au, right, where all three of them get sent back, to a little while before canon begins. wkx finds himself in ghost valley, zzs and hy in tianchuang.

the catch? none of them know that the other two are their future selves too.

wkx calculates that at this time zzs must have already started with the nails, and decides the best thing to do is get a-xiang out of the valley and take a trip to nanjiang.

zzs starts planning how to get himself and hy out of the capital and then track wkx down before he starts his revenge scheme.

hy decides to investigate jw and find proof of the siji members' deaths being foul play so he can talk zzs into leaving tianchuang.

three hypercompetent, scheming men from the future racing against the events they know are to follow, having no idea that they're not alone.

[lusciniiax]

☾ . . jealousy.

top!scaramouche x bottom!reader. 0.8k words. warnings include gn afab reader, scara might be ooc, jealously, possessiveness, office sex, a bit of physically rough stuff, crying, degrading terms (dirty and slut), fluff at the end because i'm a whore for tooth rotting sugar sweet shit. sorry

notes: this is short and was written as i went, so the direction is a little weird, i'm very sorry for that. i assume you don't really care that much however if you found this on the smut tag

written by a minor [15]. dni if uncomfortable.

"s-scaramouche?!" you yelped, trying to keep quiet although your face was burning a bright, crimson red. your lover had shoved you against the wall of his office, wrists firmly held over your head.

"listen to me closely." he hissed into your ear. "you're only mine. i don't want you ever even thinking about that scumbag."

what..? all childe had done was accompany you on your way back to scaramouche's office. the situation was moving too fast for you. maybe it was childe hugging you right in front of him once you'd reached the door that had caused this .. you hadn't noticed how scaramouche's eyes had instantly darkened when it happened.

"scara .. it was only a frie-" you were cut off with a sharp gasp as his grip on your wrists tighted.

"you're only mine!" he said, louder now. you took a few deep breaths, averting eye contact. scaramouche noticed and freed one of your wrists to take your chin instead, harshly turning it towards him. "look at me and say it."

tears were now starting to form in your eyes as you gazed into his, and you were just barely holding them in. "i - i'm only yours." you managed you squeak out.

there was a moment of silence, and his eyes softened only slightly. "only who's?" he prompted.

".. scaramouche's." you whispered. he smirked, pushing you from the wall to bent over his desk in a quick motion. almost as quickly as he was off, scaramouche was close to you once again, and this time you could feel his clothed dick against your ass.

"good." he said, and you could practically hear the cruel smile on his lips. "now why don't we let childe know?"

with a vague idea of what the harbinger meant, you gave him a slow, nervous nod. right away you felt your skirt being pulled down, where it fell to the ground around your feet. a lithe finger began prodding at your entrance.

it slipped in, then a second did as well. his thumb brushed quick circles over your clit, and you buried your head in your arms in embarrassment - archons forbid any other harbingers walk in on this.

"so needy - and all for me." he murmured with a short and mean laugh. "i- i- scara!" you whimpered, dripping hole beginning to clench around his fingers as the familiar warm feeling pooled inside you.

you can't say you hadn't expected it, but still let out a disappointed and incoherent mumble as he quickly removed his fingers. there was the sound of more clothing falling to the ground as scaramouche undressed himself.

soon you felt him above you once more, his hands on either side of you. "you're ready now, aren't you?" he asked, although the leaking tip of his dick was already touching your hole made it obvious he knew the answer.

"mhm .. please fuck me, scara." you pleaded quietly. with a scoff, he pushed himself in suddenly and you let out a cry. scaramouche gave you only a brief moment or two to adjust before plowing into you at a fast pace.

your cries soon turned into loud moans, almost screams of pleasure. "you dirty slut!" he laughed, only getting more rough as you got louder. "always such a slut, and only for me - only for me!"

"yes, yes! fuck, i - i'm all yours, scara .. !" you wailed, stumbling over your own words and repeating his name or jumbled promises of devotion and love like prayers.

the only time he stopped was for a short second to flip you over on his desk, sending a few papers fluttering to the floor. "let me see your face. h - hah .. so pretty, and for my eyes alone." he groaned.

your head spun as moans flew out of your mouth without any filter. surely, anyone in teyvat could hear now .. you thought in a daze, although it was soon forgotten as your attention was once again returned to scaramouche's throbbing cock inside of you.

tears were falling fast now. he hit every sweet spot, filled you up perfectly. once again, your stomach felt as though it was twisting itself into knots. "s - scaramouche, i'm g-" you tried to stutter out.

"hold it. not until i do." he commanded. his thrusts were slowing some, and getting sloppier. scaramouche fucked his cock deep into you once more, and with a low groan, his thick cum filled you up. you finally allowed yourself release, fluids mixing with his as you went nearly limp against the desk with exhaustion.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

you now sat comfortably in his office chair, skirt back on and huddled with your knees to your chest. "mm, you know," you murmured, gazing at your lover's back in pure adoration as he got redressed. "you should fuck me like that more often."

"oh, really?" he hummed, finishing and turning around to look at you.

"yeah." you said with an absentminded nod, and he walked over to give you a short kiss.

a small smile crossed your face. "i'm glad you're okay." scaramouche added after a pause. ".. tell me if it's ever too much."

a light laugh came from you and you pulled him into a close embrace. "of course. anything for you." you assured him.

[vinyl-connection]

BROUGHT THEIR ZZ GAME

Through the 1970s, Texan trio ZZ Top played music blending the boogie of Canned Heat with elements of Southern rock to produce an infectious style of blues rock. With hits like the irresistible “La Grange” they became a popular live attraction as well as selling plenty of albums. But that was nothing compared to the success they achieved after incorporating aspects of synth-pop in the early 1980s…

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

a difference between post-tianchuang zzs in the show vs in the novel that fascinates me is that the zzs from the show is miserable but unaware. hes got all these ideas as to why he deserves to be miserable but hes unaware as to why he might got all these ideas. hes, in a way, ignorant to his own fatal ways. zzs from the novel reads to me as fiercely resourceful. he would survive any catastrophe and come out with an educational experience. he is so agonizingly aware of himself i wouldnt put it past him to hold mental conferences on how to proceed on any and every thing. that means, his decision to fuck life and drink himself to death while enjoying everything he never could is calculated and conscious. his struggle with letting ppl in is, therefore, not just a struggle to grow but also to let go of an alternative life led in solitude that, if u ignore that hes slowly decomposing to death, wasnt going to be bad at all. so its absolutely incredible that he DOESNT take the easy road, the secure road, the safe road. and maybe thats the crucial point; its a challenge and its fun. and zzs is nothing but a gambler who likes fun and wkx. and the unexpected camradery and connection wkx brings. and being chased by wkx. and actually he doesnt want to die he just wants to find a different way of living. but its difficult and pointless to think about this when its set in stone that youre GONNA die. why ponder smth that won‘t change anything, thats a waste of time AND painful.

[antique-forvalaka]

Just making sure everyone knows im still obsessed with wenzhou/tyk, i feel like i dont talk enough about them but they still make me go