#but hey i desire to draw again so thats something

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ch99 LETS GO WOO--!!! this ruled I love it here at the aidairo!! Man I feel like I have such pretty tame expectations of things often as I don't expect 100% of a work to be to my taste and interests, but I get blown out of the water every single twist and turn.... HOO HOO HOO HOO *running around in a circle*

couldn't be off to a better start.. I feel like Aida loves to draw these first person PoV Tsukasa is leaning down to talk to you direct eye contact panels... and I luv to see them (: babygirllll

Ah... a lovely, shining example of Tsukasa's ability to peer through people... he struggles always, to understand when, and why, people don't act upon their honest desires. Why not do something, if you want to do it? Why not stop doing something, if you hate it?

He looks so strikingly like Amane here, it's incredible. A rare Tsukasa with semi-lidded eyes, a more shadowed expression, so his pupils are cast in the amount of shadow we see in Amane's (at least, thats what I see it as!)... situationally the Yugi's eyes resemble one another's purely due to lighting conditions, since their eyes only look different 'cuz of how they hold their gazes on things... Tsukasa's natural wide stare... I just love when we get to see him pulled closer to Amane's sortof glance...

Cutting to the point... ugh. LOVE it. Love Tsukasa's interest in intentions and emotions. The truth of you... LOVE IT. Love Mitsuba really looking so crazy... love him being RIGHT!!! You just HATE that you crave it and it's so delicious to you.... mmmm. Ah its a perfect Tsukasa situation ♥

anyway, I LOVE this setting, what an absolutely scary and atmospheric space to be in, the goddamn tech and sump and whatall backend of the aquarium.... pipes and tubs and gauges and tubs. Really claustrophobic and perfectly 'trapped'. Feels so yabai. yabai yabai. Perfect little box they're sunken into....

sorry, incredibly funny mitsuba oogie boogies into a pile of bugs. Extremely laughed out loud.

love this irrational moment of jealousy lol. Why can't you just be grateful someone out there kept Mitsuba together </3 stupid caveman.... </3

a perfect reveal... couldn't be a more 'oh... oh, gosh' moment... as this all is, it felt like, "how incredibly crazy to go TO the Minamoto household-- if Teru had bolted out the house and not Kou, Mitsuba would simply be kerplooded...." how miserable that Mitsuba aimed for that outcome. Was relying on it. What an interesting feeling, to see Kou, instead, and have to shift gears... the monumental suicidal vibes of the outings... and frankly I love Mitsuba's impatience and fussiness in light of that... it reminds me of suicidal Rasphard Ambrose from AidaIro's old VN ahaha, telling the tsundere neige "comfort me better." lol. Good on you Mitsuba.. you need to boss and bully Kou right now, it is your right...

could not be a more perfect situation to test Kou. agog at how artfully wonderful. Hey bitch who wants to be an exorcist soooo bad, I'll give you something to exorcise..... ooo how about you think about your dang profession critically for a moment!

I love the 'beat' where Mitsuba tries to read, judge, very carefully, Kou's response. He doesn't trust him to really understand this request. He's not willing to endure humiliation about this! None of Kou's idiocy. Either willing to 'help' or not.

Freakin' reminds me of Rasphard too, with the 'joking' after saying things that belie the real intent, deflecting fast...!

Kou's response... wuh, lol.

SO funny that Kou is experiencing this epiphany selfishly, processing it almost as a kind of rejection! You lied to me </3 Extremely AidaIro actually.... (well, again reminds me of how Estelio in Narisokonai Snow White takes his twin brother's suicide as a kind of abandonment/rejection of him... and I have a theory that Amane and Tsukasa, and the shinjuu, also may tie into an emotion like that-- that perhaps Tsukasa attempted to kill himself to alter fate, but Amane perceived it as Tsukasa 'leaving' him, and killed them both to stay together....). Its funny that Kou was so fussy and shitty the whole time, but, he's mad to learn you had an ulterior motive and weren't engaged in the same earnest way. The sweetness of the day's been overwritten by this hidden agenda. He feels betrayed-- but it's not really the time for that, now is it? It's not a very sweet reaction to Mitsuba's confession of being self-destructive.

I really didn't know it mattered so much to Kou that it be an authentic experience, and that this taints it. Really funny its his priority, emotionally, here ... it's genuinely interesting though. He's a very childish/immature person, so this being his reaction fits well.

detour, Mitsuba looks really nice with his hair unpinned and disheveled! My favorite look for him thus far. Nice and raggedy... I don't really like his groomed up look, this messy one's much better....

he handles all conflicts with screaming, bullying and bullrushing </3 as expected of Kou.... but I like how awful this all is

really freaking visceral! fighting fuckin hard! Lol, 'I said no!" ... love the claustrophobic setting coming home to roost. Mitsuba's wobbling, haggard, weak, amputated form up against Kou's real wild gorilla tactics. It's so dreadful lol! Grabbing him by the god damn ankle! Slamming him to the ground!

we here at the Aidairo love to make panels that look like this lol.... you know all I'm thinking about is that shinjuu and how lit its gonna be!! feel like this sorta stuff is 1/10th of what the shinjuu will be....

like a caveman. blunt brute strength, force, aggression... it makes Tsukasa feel graceful and friendly.

insulting his very reasons for being ~suicidal.... you suck sooo bad Kou! Screaming and throttling and berating for being stupid, 'so what'ing his reasons for feeling dehumanized and self-hating, HOO you wonder why Mitsuba tells you nothing? Its just like in Picture Perfect... just hollaring like an ape defensively. But this time it's so incredibly horrible it's more interesting than ever. So obliquely a defensive emotion, brought on by insecurity (you don't rely on me), jealousy (you rely on Tsukasa, you talk to Tsukasa), betrayal (you intentionally mislead me). Taking out his anger and frustration on Mitsuba! Its a panic response, but it speaks to Kou's handle on his impulses.

absolutely incredibly reveal ♥ VORE MANGA VORE MANGA VORE MANGA!!!!!!!! GET BIT, KOU!!!

What a PERFECT thing to saddle Kou with-- a kaii that is his friend, that is DANGEROUS. That is a DANGER TO HUMAN BEINGS. Its time to learn some sympathy for complicated beings and situations, the very sorts of things your job exists to exterminate!! But it's also crazy human-centric, that Kou just can't understand the problem up until here. As if killing/eating kaii is no problem and easy-- like, geez, Kou, eating live bugs or mice or something would be ENOUGH to make someone horrified and feel like a monster, plucking apart bloody bodies and digging through viscera in excess would make most people mindbroken after long enough! Never mind the sheer amount and the inhuman sensations of desire and need for it going on here, the deep satisfaction and the grotesque nature feeling like its destroying Mitsuba's entire self-image.

WELL, ANYWAY, KOU BEING AN INCONSIDERATE ASSHOLE ASIDE, what a wonderful moment. I find it funny that Kou really needs his own personal little buddy kaii to learn any kind of sympathy for the struggles of being something 'dangerous'. The Minamoto family take it upon themselves to determine 'dangerous' and exterminate it. It's effectively like the friend of a cop revealing they hold criminal intent, lol.... time to see how much destructive possibility YOU will tolerate, how about ;) Nene-chan will put up with quite a lot ♥ is it so simple to determine when someone's 'too far gone' ♥? Mitsuba is trying to tell you he is.... ♥ he's scared of himself.... ahhh its so delicious ♥ decadent situation to put Kou into. We need to put the Minamoto dogma thru tests! YOSH

jealous that Tsukasa gets access to what he doesn't </3 extremely funny of Kou, and EXACTLY what I wanted to see revealed. All his spite and aggression towards Tsukasa has layers! Ugh, so petty it's funny and delicious. Hoo hoo hoo!

boohoo </3 you think I'm weak </3 you trust Tsukasa more than me </3 you run to him in danger </3 or maybe its that Tsukasa chases down Mitsuba, has knowledge of what he needs, is willing to do a fat lot of work to assist him, explain things gently and calmly and honestly, while all you ever do is forget he exists, until he shows up in front of you :)? Why wasn't he your first priority after the severence? You want Mitsuba to do all the legwork? You distractible oaf....

after all that though, I'm glad Kou WASN'T rewarded for the screaming beast tactics! I'm glad that shit got him bitten!! I'm glad that CRYING and whining gets him much farther! I swear to GOD, Mitsuba isn't even so sure you LIKE him! He's really receptive to this...!! But, really, who is ever crying to Mitsuba? Tsukasa, Natsuhiko, Sakura, Nene, Hanako? Who is begging him for attention, who is crying for him? Nobody....! Mitsuba is always sinking fast into a 'victim' schtick and crying and whining, desperate for attention himself... seeing this, its like-- ah!-- it would be so ideal if someone else could be more pathetic than him....

after all that fuss, I love this for Kou's delayed, final 'crash' response.... his immediate response to it all is just a frenzied high of anger/aggression/violence... I like that finally voicing the root insecurity/inferiority complex (all Kou is composed of....) and upset that Mitsuba relies on Tsukasa (how does it feel to always hear that name from his mouth, time and time again, after a crisis like the Picture Perfect, Severance?), instantly renders him so inert. I like the pathetic crossed legs here lol.

boy. and I think Hanako is childish with his feelings about Nene-chan. If Hanako is a true blue 13-year-old-boy in his emotional expression and fussiness, Kou is like a freaking 5 year old. Sheesh. He really. Has the lowest maturity. This is the rawest, most vulnerable Kou we've seen!!! He's REALLY been coddled and never challenged for his life! His brother REALLY sheltered him but GOOD. Kou's an absolute mess! It's interesting the extent of it. I mean I'm always here to tell you Kou is The Dumbest One Here, but, awoof. Well I'm satisfied by it all. Its best when things are so extreme (: He makes Mitsuba feel so worldly and respectable lol.... Kou, you kid.... child.. big baby.

I'm glad Mitsuba can see past the defensive stuff easily at this point... Kou really can't let it go.

I've never really known how the Mitsuba and Kou dynamic could go anywhere-- two tsundere really don't make a match to me, and in every interaction, in the past, they really felt at a standstill with one another's stubbornness, and compulsive rudeness. Both of them don't express vulnerability in a productive way. They both leap to insults and yelling. It often feels like no headway occurs. But I like to see Mitsuba have to interact with someone emotionally wrought over him, even jealous and feeling robbed of a moment/opportunities of closeness. It's really what Mitsuba needs... he needs to see he has an effect on anybody, it's his entire complex. Seeing it all laid out like this, I can see how a guy with an inferiority complex (Kou) and a guy with an attention deficit (Mitsuba) could be interesting and ultimately feed one another, if ONE of them could just take the hit of being vulnerable first. Mitsuba's just so massively socially neglected and feels insignificant. Kou feels insignificant, too. Mitsuba feels nobody seeks him out, or wants him, while Kou also feels nobody seeks him out as someone to rely on. It's pretty fascinating to have one person have such a wealth of attention/coddling, but no sense of value despite it (Kou), and another person with a dearth of attention, with no sense of value due to it (Mitsuba).

I mean, in defense of Kou, Teru has been lying to him so profusely for his entire life, he may as well not know him at all. It's not a meaningfully intimate relationship, despite being his most dominant presense in his mind. It's majorly built on performances and facades on Teru's part, and then Kou meets Teru's undercurrent of pain and suffering with an utter 0 perception stat. Rather than being trusted with being an exorcist, Kou really oughta beg for Teru to trust him with his trauma and the weight of it ... I think Teru tried to in that conversation and, maybe he will continue to. I think Teru realizes how badly he's set up his and Kou's relationship to fail... fail brocon

ahhhhhh all really exciting stuff. I really prefer a Kou chapter like this to the sword-fightan shounen-hero-catchphrase-spoutan ones (: his extremely stunted emotions are an intrigue. Such a busted little idiot. And, I really like how Mitsuba took the first shot with being vulnerable. Proud of him. It's a bit sad Kou met it with a sense of rejection, because it's so beautiful Mitsuba would try to trust Kou point blank with euhrrrr euthanizing him. That really is, in Mitsuba's mind, in this state, begging Kou to help him. It's trusting Kou with his entire existence. It's hoping Kou will be able to understand his pain. Kou,, doesn't,,,, emphatically so, but at least he got somewhere by the end of it all :B and you know. He shouldn't give up yada yada.

Wonder if we'll pop over to a B plot or stick here....

[what-the-floofin]

places a single crumb

[insufferablelust]

Revelation (Spencer x Reader)

imagine thats Older!Spencer :)

Warnings : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, heavy daddy kink, belting, shameless smut, a bit of size kink i suppose, pet names, degradastion by name calling, punishment, squirting, gagging, just a dirty dirty daddy Spencer smut, subspace and huge  fluff! and reader is his goddess. :)

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All you could feel was exhaustion, exhaustion that lingered from the very tip of your skin to the rattling of your bones. The soft musk of Spencer’s scent filled the room so nicely, bringing you to an edge of calmness, you are home— with your love, your baby, your daddy.

You smiled as you tug your scarf down , placing it gently above the couch before you call out to the very man that owns your body and soul, “Spence?” the exhaustion was prominent in your voice, even though tried to brush it off.

“In here, kitten! wait a sec.” He yelled, jogging down from the kitchen to where you were sitting at the couch, He smiled tenderly with the kitchen towel perched on his shoulder, he looked so domestic, so much of the boyfriend-ness of him yet the way he holds himself is daddy, your daddy.

He immediately gathered you up on his arm, plopping down next to you and bring you to straddle his waist, “So pretty, so so pretty, i miss you, kitten.” He whispered, pressing a delicate kiss on your lips as his hand rest on your throat- the very side of your pulse.

You giggled a little, nipping his lower lip, pulling back only to whisper a tiny “i miss you..” kiss “daddy.” Heaven is what you are, he thinks. Because here he is, having the knowledge of everything, absolutely everything this word has to possibly offer yet.. nothing, nothing feel as complete as you. as having you perched on his lap, being good.. such a good little girl.

“Look at me.” His voice changed a little, it was deeper, huskier that it caused the sweet nectar flowing down south from the heat of your belly. God, your eyes snapped to his.. your socks covered feet tucked under his knees as he gently, just gently press his palm against your pulse, tightening his grasp— not enough to choke you yet enough to draw a pleasure filled gasp emitting from your sinful lips. “daddy—“

“Shush, been a good girl, haven’t you?” He cooed gently, his other hand slide itself around your waist to gently rub your back with calming warmth. “Uh huh.. The test went well today..” You murmured, eyes still focusing to his as you latched onto his strong arms.

You are 10 years his junior, you practically met when he was holding a lecture on the academy where you trained to be an agent.. an FBI agent just like him. The first gaze you laid upon each other, ignited the fire like no other, the desire and lust and.. gentle itching feeling of blossoming crush embedded deep inside both of your insides, practically screaming at yourselves to just.. get to know each other.

Getting to know each other, you did. It started off as a nervous filled dates, though he was a proper gentleman, bringing you on classic dates to libraries where you would borrow books you both haven’t read or something you just want to read and then reading it together on the window sill. Your first kiss was over a cup of coffee perched on the sill with Anna Karenina on your lap and Russian Literature on his, the kiss was magnificent that you were sure that if soulmates were real, he was— is your soulmate.

The first time you were intimate with each other was a rather cliche experience, cliche and romantic. After the 5th official date where he asked you to be his, you both went to his place which funnily was only a block away from where your apartment building sits. Rounds and rounds, you both savored the moment like you were made for each other; Ares & Aphrodite, Apollo & Calliope, Orpheus & Eurydice. The first one was gentle, desire filled love making against the bed, where he touched your skin like he touched your soul, where he kissed your lips like he kissed your fluttering heart, where he thrusts into you like a mad man, your mad man.

The next round varies, from the one where you were both on the edge of the bed when you accidentally slipped out the word “daddy.” which only made him thrust harder with an impossibly loud groans of “Call me that again—fuck!”. There was one where he choked you, fucking the soul out of you that you both ended up on the floor— not even bothering to stop by then. After the 4th round, you were both spent.. spent and absolutely basked in heavenly reality— reality that will always engulf you both.. Soulmates.

“You’ll nail it, i know you will, daddy knows best doesn’t he?” He chuckled, but his gaze darken, his grip tighten, and his head.. his head tilted in a mocking way, not mocking your ability of course but rather.. ‘Daddy Knows Best, Doesn’the?’ You knew then he found out, found your dirty dirty little secret that you tried to keep hidden (or at least for the most part)

You see, a week ago, Spencer left for a case— a pretty short one though you were desperate every time you separated from each other. You missed him so much, missed spencer but also.. you miss your daddy, your rock, your dominant. You missed his touch, missed his cock, missed his kisses, fuck you missed him so much that you were willing to break one of his most important rule. ‘No touching yourself without daddy’s sole permission, and no cumming without his permission too.’

You knew you could’ve asked, could’ve begged for him to make you cum over the phone but you couldn’t.. one part because you knew he was busy, and you had to wait at least until midnight to get him to call you.. but the other part of you, the nasty brat he calls it, was eager to be punished, to be settled back on its place. You craved the way his palm.. those genius palm slapped your ass and cunt raw until they sting so painfully that you knew you wouldnt be able to sit down tomorrow. You craved the way you were on the brink of consciousness as his hand choke your neck like he owns you.. and yeah.. he truly owns you.

So you did the most obvious, you touched yourself, you came without his permission, and you used the new vibrators he specifically asked you to not use it until he comes back. 3 rules broken and you were happy.. giddy about it. But know that he knew, you felt.. almost guilty, lust still covered you, the severe thrill still clouds you but you feel guilty, guilty that you have disappointed your daddy.

“Daddy, I—“

“Shh, Good girls gets to speak, Brats like you gets nothing.” He hissed, demeanor changed 180 as his grip tighten as much as he could and his palm goes from giving you calmness to slap your ass cheeks like you were his punching bag. You mewled and whined, before he hoist you up his arm, to move both of you to the bedroom.

“Gonna show you just what nasty desperate kittens like you get, gonna ruin you like a rag doll.” Thrown you into the bed like a rag doll is exactly what he did, you bounced a little before propping your body with your elbows to watch him sauntered over to the closer. “Was going to make you a nice dinner pet, romantic and shit, but you just had to be a slut.. for daddy huh?” He said from the closet, making you bit your lip in guilt.

“Please daddy, i’m sorry!”

“Told you to stay fucking quiet.” He rasped, pulling a few things from the closet, then making his way back to where you were laid, clothes already off. “But, i was just—“ He cuts you off by pinching your nipples hard as he placed a handcuff, a belt, and a gag— a ring gag to be exact.

“Since you can’t keep your filthy whore mouth shut, i’m going to place this—“ He grabbed the gag, carefully scurrying it around your head, “There you go, looking like a cute slutty brat that you are.” He pats your head, before securing the handcuffs around your wrist up above your head.

“Aw my baby drooling already? You’re practically begging to get your face fucked, princess.” He cooed, god he’s so different in private like this, he knows every one of your weak spots, every word that makes your heart leaps and your pussy clenched, every damn move and touches that have you begging for more, yearning for more, and being so needy over it. A man like Spencer, thrived in the feeling of having control over something for extensive amount of time, he doesn’t mind not being the typical alpha male on the streets, but here in his sheets every night— he’s the predator, and you my darling, is his frail prey.

The only thing you could let out is a pathetic mewl as he slapped the skin of your gorgeous breasts, his gaze hungry as he trailed them down your body, your gorgeous curves, it almost as if he’s worshipping every damn mark and inch of skin— silently thanking whoever made you possible for how your body just as it is.

“beautiful, could be eating you out right now, but you decided to be bad.” He tsk’d, causing you to whimper and buck your hips which he slapped your thigh for, “No buckin’ up on daddy. Be good.”

Be good,

Be good,

Be good, Y/N.

Suddenly, suddenly your eyes droops just a little, you were still so still you held in your breath, your cheeks warmth as you feel yourself entering the very very fuzzy space where the only thing that exists is Y/N and Daddy. Be good, she has to be good for him because she has disappointed him again for being a— your thought were cut short as he cup your cheek, noticing how your body language changes, your daddy always knows after all.

“Shh, you’re good princess. hey are you with me? want me to stop? take the gag off, little one?” He cooed, as you momentarily shake your head with such eager, gesturing for him that no.. no you don’t want him to stop, you did a bad naughty thing and you need to be punished. Spencer has spent all his time studying your behavior, your every little detail— expression, body language, every damn thing to know just what it is you want, you need, you.. crave.

“Alright but if you feel any discomfort you’ll tap daddy with your legs okay? you can even kick him, daddy won’t mind..” He chuckled, which earned a strangled laugh from you— “Oh go and speak now angel, love watching you all messy and drooly.” He laughed, before flipping you so that you were laid face down with your ass up as your hips being propped up by a pillow.

Crack!

So sudden , it was so sudden, the loud impact sound of his belt against your skin echoed on the very walls of your room. Your head thrown back as your saliva steadily running down your chin, your eyes breaming with tears, and you let out a very very adorable strangled cries. “Fuck, thats it, take it, take your punishment and maybe, just maybe daddy’ll be a little lenient towards you tonight.”

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

You didn’t count, you lost track of how many times the harsh leather has hit your skin, now burning with tremendous guilt and burning lustful desire. Your tears soaked the pillow case like a damn river, yet he didn’t relent not until he felt like you’ve learned your lesson.

and honestly.. you wouldn’t ask for anything else.

-

“Pretty girl, so so good for daddy shh, come here.” He wrapped you up in his arms as he remove the gag and handcuffs altogether, you were a panting drooly mess as he presses tiny loving kisses on your forehead— body completely engulfing you in his warmth. “D-daddy.. am i.. am i forgiven?” You hiccups, looking up at him to seek for comfort.. for his forgiveness, his his his.

“Oh sweetheart, i wasn’t mad at you, was just putting you back on your place. You’re so so good for me.” he cooed, gently easing you up his lap, trailing his fingers from your hair down to your arms, your tummy, and heading further south. “I love you daddy... thank you for correcting me.”

Spencer could drown, drown inside your pretty eyes, just get lost in it forever, until he suffocates and die a happy man. He would be the prisoner in your version of heaven no doubt, he was never a religious man, but if there’s a higher power— it’s you, a damn goddess— his true revelation.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Let me take care of you okay?” He whispered, positioning you properly, your back against his chest, your head adorably tucked under his chin, and your thighs spread with his knees below yours. You were a giggling mess, hazy in your space but so so drunk on pleasure, “Please please please!” You whimpered greedily, trying to grind down on his bare cock.

“Patience is virtue, angel. Let’s get you nice and ready hm? know you’re too tight to take all of me.” He whispered, which resulted in you yelling— cutting him off a little way too loudly.

“But i can! i can take it, daddy! please let me show you!” God you didn’t know what you did to him, what your damn gorgeous eyes did to his psyche, to his cock. Begging like that, making him wants to ruin you, making him wants to release the very very hungry beast inside of him— ruin ruin ruin you oh so beautifully.

“Alright, you asked for it. Don’t go blabbing about being too full, you brat.” He smacked your thigh before positioning his hard, thick hard long cock on your entrance, slowly pushing his impossible length up your tummy. “Oh! oh oh! daddy!” You cried, cried and mewled like a kitten.

His length was not even halfway in and yet you were filled so fully that your head spins. “Take it, just a lil more, doing so good.” He rasps, feeling your cunt impossibly tight around his cock, warm and snug. “Please daddy...” You whimpered, not even know what the pleading was for but you pleads for him— with him.

When he finally got all his length stuffed deep inside your weepy cunt, his mouth nip and bite at the skin of your neck, trying to hold back the grunts as he moves slowly, thrusting up to your tight cunt.

“Fuck so damn tight, kitten.” You shuddered as the tip of his cock hit your spot perfectly, he was in so deep that all the sound that dripped from your lip was ‘ah! ah ah! d-‘

“Take it, take it, take it.” Was all he chanted as he settled you so you seated up right on his lap, before bouncing you up and down his length. Spencer was deeper this way, way way deep inside your walls, massaging every pulsing need you’ve held for awhile.

“So big! so— oh! please daddy faster!” You moaned wantonly, bouncing yourself up and down his cock, gasping as he places his palm on your tummy where the imprint his cock nestled deep inside you was so prominent that he cried out loud. “Feel it huh? feel it deep inside your tummy?”

“Yes yes yes oh fuck! S-Spencer!” You knew just how much he loves it when you moaned his name, so even in your fuzzy space, you moaned it, because you love him and he was practically fucking the living soul outta you. “I love you— fuck me i love you, gonna cum hm?” He whispered, moving his hand down, down down down then pressing his thumb on your clit to rub it.

“Daddy no! no i-i’ll make a mess!” Of course he knows this, knows that the burn on your ass constantly slapping against his thigh turns you on like nothing else, knows that his cock was filling you up so good that you could practically feel him inside your throat, knows that the rubbing of his thumb will have you squirting on his cock in no time.

“But daddy— shit, daddy wants you to make a mess, go on little one.. make a big mess.” And so you did, you did hard— squirting on his cock like river was streaming down your cunt, your walls pulses around his cock like a vibrator and the grip was like vice, sending him to absolute bliss himself— cumming inside you shortly after as you shake and writhe above him.

“I love you Y/N fuck— fuck i love you so fucking much.” He fucked you through your and his orgasm like a mad man, burying his face on your neck as his cum was buried inside your cunt. You were panting so hard, body still shaking as he leave trail of kisses on the column of your throat before tilting your head to kiss your lips softly.

“D-Daddy?” You meekly whispered, lips trembling as you spoke after he hummed, “can you stay inside? want to keep you inside please..”

And who’s Spencer Reid to deny his goddess’s wishes

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xx,d

[joannasteez]

Hey!! So, I have an idea. Could you write a fic about EZ and the reader’s wedding night? With smut of course 😏. I feel like he’d be so sweet and he’d be giving so much praise. You’re a wizard at combining fluff and smut, so I know you’d do amazing with this! Sending you lots of love 😁🥰

Short Summary: You and EZ turn in earlier than planned from your wedding reception.

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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒

It was a quake in his belly, ravenous, spreading wild and untamed, free, like fire, just a hairs breadth away from desperation. Starvation. It was hunger, jolting tingles prickling, crackling the tips of his fingers, an electric feeling of desire, need. He knew then, knows now, in his soul he’s got to have it, reach out to it, grab at it. Hunger, it’s a shift in his breath, his whole life stuck on the upturn of an inhale but now, finally, feeling free enough to fall, to breathe. And then without wait, breathe again. The body, his body, aches for it --always has-- needs it, this little thing called love. Craves it, so much so that it trembles, forlorn in the way that it lays, stands, sits, exist, till it has it. Till he has it. Has love. Till he can touch it, hear it, smell it, feel it, taste it, hold it gentle in the palm of his hand because... 

“Remember Ezekiel, love is a vulnerable thing, don’t waste it”. Felipe’s voice always so mellow and coarse. Reminiscent. “Don’t waste it son, don’t waste it”. 

“Can you go three weeks without me Reyes?” You were such a damn tease, even if he could hate you he wouldn’t. 

He felt like a madman for saying yes. Just a heel - toe away from insanity. 

Three weeks of sweet faint kisses, the taste of your lips ghosting, melting no where else but the very tip of his tongue, and barely felt touches, like a breeze born at dawn too busy moving, flowing, to cascade along the leaves that live for its graceful feel, all because you wanted him needy for you. Hungry. 

He couldn’t say “I do” fast enough. “Lets get out of here”. His whisper breathy and warm at your ear. Feet shifting with his, fingers in each others embrace, dancing beneath a chandelier sky. 

You’d said “I do” so perfectly. The phrase rich off your lips, dripping like honey, so bright, warm and embracing, a promise. Like some sweet summer melody. It was heavenly. 

“You still with me?” The question just above a whisper, your fingers ruffling aimlessly through the hair at his chin. 

“Of course”. 

“What were you thinking about?” His lip becoming the object of your thumbs affection. The rosy pink flesh so demanding to the eyes, tantalizing. 

“How much I need you”. 

But it’s a painful longing Ezekiel has, burdening him more than he’d ever be able to tell, one that aches well and deep at the heart of him, melting away bone and wearing the strength of his nerve, leaving him open to the air of you, raw and helpless, but it’s good all the same. He’s weak in love. It’s exhilarating nonetheless, the type of yearning he works tirelessly to sate but begs also never to leave him for fear that he would never feel so wholly, so deeply for another this way again. Finding such pleasure in this love stricken pain, he realizes as he stares into your eyes, only you could do something like this, possess him to feel such an adoration for the way you weaken him. And the silk dress helps him none, the soft white fabric draped along your body drawing him in, persuading his fingers to ruffle beneath, the dig of them measured as they stretch over your thighs, inching towards the sweetest place he knows. 

His gaze never leaves you, the straps of your dress slim and dainty as you slip them away over your shoulders. 

The shake of his head is a mixture of wonder and disbelief. How were you so beautiful, and he so lucky? “Goddam”, he whispers, the white lace accessorizing your skin calling him, pleading for his strong, gentle touch. 

You slip easy into his lap, the end of the plush bed dipping. 

Your lips feather over his, breath as soft as your caressing hold along the sharp edge of his jaw. So close you could taste him. “I know how much you love me in lace”. 

He groans, placing a hand at your back before he turns to lay you at the heart of the bed. Present himself properly your beauty. “You’re incredible. So perfect”.

Drowning, after three weeks of nothing you’re neck deep in a passion far too great just to be your own, the faint taste of champagne running fresh, swirling on your tongue from his. Three weeks, and finally, he gives you a breathless kiss. Deep, demanding, and addictively unbearable in a way that makes you want to fall into it, wander into the heart of it till you’re lost forever. But what does it all mean?, to be so unearthed in this moment, to fall and fly at the same time? Delve face first into heaven and earth, what else does it mean if not becoming weak in love too.

“I missed you”, his lips lazy at the lace dressing your breast, tongue drawing slow till they’re twisted hard and aching, but he doesn’t stop. Of course he doesn’t, because when has Ezekiel ever given up the opportunity to tease you? Cause your body such an alluring grief. “I missed this”. Wet kisses swirling and melting into your skin till he’s suckling hard at your lace covered slit, wetness pooling in an instant. “She missed me too”, he chuckles, before it slips into a moan at the roll of your hips. Rosy lips traveling, mapping the underside of your thighs. His eyes blown, glazed over with want as they peer into yours. “You’re so pretty baby”, a small kiss to the peak of your right knee. “So beautiful”. Another just above your navel. “All mine”. 

“You can stare and admire me later. I need you now”, you fight the whine threatening to wrap smooth over your words. Fingers reaching for him, wanting him close. 

He’s at your ear in seconds, the weight of him pressed well into you, hand strong as he takes one of your legs to wrap secure around him. “How do you want me hermosa?. Tell me”. 

“Slow. Make love to me”

He’s moving like the earth has stopped so generously for this moment, calloused fingers relieving you of all the beautiful lace like you’re some precious gift, and then his bottoms are gone, clothes forgotten like everything else that isn’t you. If nothing else in the moment, it’s his sudden affinity for patience that’s most agonizing, but deep down you know you deserve it, leaving him touch starved for three weeks was a bit low. But even patience, with the right touch, wears thin quick, the heel of your left foot settling at the base of his back, both legs now warm at his waist. It’s the creeping roll up his spine that gets him, like a call to action, a firm hand that makes him fall to you with a fluidity, such grace in motion you haven’t seen in weeks. ‘Again... three weeks... why’d you make him wait?’, the small pieces of you wonder, till he’s sinking in hard, hot and thick inside you. 

“That’s it”, he encourages. Reveling in your tight fit, utterly dazed in the way it satiates the heat reddening his skin. “Let me in baby”. Another groan escaping all drawn out into the hot skin of your neck when he bottoms out. 

“Oh fuck”. Your moan slurred in that delirious way. Eyes daring to roll, your jaw clenched, hiss smooth sailing out and into the air. 

He’s moving slow like you asked him, but his hips are digging deep, really giving you the type of passion that glazes your eyes, ears heating, whimpers broken as your fingers press into him. He’s as close as can be but you need him closer, but you’re not really sure what you’re looking for with your fingers, what you’re digging for. Maybe some grounding? Yeah, that’s what it feels like. That’s what shuddered breaths and parted lips tell you anyways. ‘You need grounding’, because he’s determined to imprint himself inside you, mold you to him, make your tight heat recommit him to memory till it’s unrecognizable where you end and he begins. 

He’s heavy, within and without, a strong, uncompromising force rocking into you so perfect every time. Your wetness pooling with every filling push of his hips, sounding sweet. “You make me feel so full baby”. 

He’s fluid still, the delicious grind he works into you at a steady pace. Thats it, that’s it, that’s it, a mumbling chant parting off his lips, close to yours. They meet and fall off your own, tongues slipping lazy, coming together with every push of his length, walls slick and warm as they hug him in, pulling and sucking so fucking good before his waist rears back, lips breaking for just a moment, before he’s home again. Your foreheads are a resting place for the other, right hand of yours meeting his chest, the other nailing gentle at the nape of his neck. “You’re always so good to me”. He’s at your ear again, whispers soft, but still ringing so loud, your thigh gripped in his left hand, his body anchored on the weight of his arm at the right, the digging turned into a brute snap. “So good for me”. His hearts pounding hard, matching the beat of yours, you feel it, like thunder under your touch. “Fuck”, the slim ring of golden brown in his eye meeting yours. “I’m never letting you go”. 

A tear slips slim off to the side of your cheek, pressure in your belly building strong. “I love you EZ”. 

He thinks it’s enough, hearing it the one time. It rises, saturates his skin, breaks him down, builds him back up, makes him whole, and then it dissipates. He needs it again. “Say it again. Tell me you love me”. 

You hold him close, lips brushing. It’s sweeter this way, always has been, always will be. “I love you baby, I love you so much”. 

A tear and a whimper, but it isn’t yours. Another kiss brushing your lips, thigh tight in his hold. “I love you so fucking much”, trembling between the gentle intensity of another whimper and the soft sincerity of a whisper. Either way, it’s truth all the same. 

His hips rear back again, hitting once, twice, and then a third final time. The coils winding in your bellies unraveling sharp. Bodies burning in white hot bliss. 

Falling and flying face first into heaven and earth. It’s amazing. 

[harus-lucidream-archived]

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕪

Imagine: When the seven brothers yearn physical affection

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

He won't say it, but you can see it in his eyes; he yearns for you. The way his eyelashes flutter whenever you look his way, wearing a sweet smile and greeting him. He just needs to hold you. But he won't ask to touch you or anything of the sort, he's far too prideful to admit that. However you can feel his longing when his hands wrap around your body, pulling you close until you can hear his heartbeat.

The way his fingers feel the warmth of your body, how he sighs in relief when you hug him back as tight. The way his lips find yours and pull them in a sweet kiss, his hand cupping your cheek. Everything about you drives him crazy, from the way you stroke his cheek, to how you fix his hair or suggest to massage his shoulders after a long day. He just loves you so much.

Just so we're clear: he never asked you to hug him or anything. And he absolutely doesn't need a human's affection. How hard is it for you to understand?

However, you just can't help cuddling up to him when he looks so bashful. He's the cutest thing and you just want to stroke his cheeks and kiss him.

"H-hey! Get off me!!" but his hands pull you closer against him. You throw your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He blushes, looking away, trying to avoid an eye contact. You giggle, cupping both his cheeks and pulling him in a kiss. Instead of pushing you away, his hands land over yours, and he kisses you back. A soft moan escapes his lips, which he quickly regrets. When you're almost breaking the kiss, he grazes your lower lip, softly pulling on it, not wanting you to leave.

Is it the way you're so excited for testing out this new game with him? Or is it the fact that he's losing on purpose just to see you jump off your seat and do that small victory dance he loves. He doesn't know, but if there's a lot on his mind, it all goes away when you get put your switch down and pull him in a hug. You shake him around so much, that he's just standing there, but when it finally hits him, his cheeks turn bright red. He's so grateful the lights on his room are dim, or you'd be able to see how embarrassed he looks, and maybe make fun of him forever.

"Levi? World to Levi!" you tease him, and he finally looks at you. You giggle and sneak up to him, your lips quickly landing over his. You've done it. He's frozen in place, and you take this opportunity to stay like that a little longer. You're almost pulling away, your lips have left his, when he grabs you by the collar, and kisses you again. He didn't know he needed you this way, but he feels so happy.

When he yearns your affection, his voice becomes quieter, lower. He'll say something, anything, and you'll have struggle hearing it. He'll see you get closer and closer to him, and it will be so hard to resist. When your face is near his, he'll close the space between you and kiss your cheek. Its not just a regular one, because this one is filled with longing.

The way they gently land on you but refuse to let go in a second, the way he takes in the smell of your skin, its all you need to melt right there. Your eyes move up to meet his, and his sapphire eyes lower down to your lips. This time you're first to make the move. He traps you in his arms, heart beating fast as he finally gets to feel your lips against his. You draw back, barely an inch away, and you hear him whisper "Not yet. This is not enough."

If he gets needy, he'll start touching your hand or shoulder. He'll softly trail a finger down your arm, see how you blush under his touch, and oh does he love your expression. He'll intertwine his fingers with yours, then pull you to face him. Impatient, his lips will want to taste your neck, feel the pulse quickening as you try to push him away. A soft laugh will escape him as he'll pick you up and excitedly hug you side to side.

"Awe my little bird is so cute. Are you embarrassed? No need to be shy, I know you liked that!" Whether you deny it or admit it, he'll see right through you. A strong desire burns in both of your hearts. He's never ready to let go after a kiss, so it almost always ends in his bedroom.

This guy is a classic romantic one. Except for, he doesn't even try, it all comes naturally. You'll be watching a movie, and he'll see you bending over to his side to grab a popcorn out of his cup. He'll wrap a strong hand around the small of your back and pull you over to sit next to him. What worse for your heart is, his hand stays there. Now we have Beel engrossed in the movie, and you, blushing all over, unable to concentrate on anything except for the heat of his hand on your skin.

"Why do you keep staring?" he asks after a while. What have you done? You've been staring at him this whole time!

"Oh, I know!" he exclaims as he bends over to kiss your lips. He takes his sweet time to taste your lips, then slowly pulls away as if nothing happened. "Do you want more?"

You're internally screaming but he just goes back to watching the movie. Good times.

If he needs you, he'll let you know. Belphegor is too lazy to go the long way, and he doesn't want to beat around the bush, plus, by being blunt he gets to see you flustered. "Come, I need you." Man doesn't know what those words do to you. Especially because he's lying in his bed when he says them. You'll just stand at the door, and he'll look up to you again.

"Please just come, I really need to hold you." he'll only feel okay when you snuggle up to him, his chin resting on top of your head. The way your hot breath hits the skin of his neck, makes him feel dizzy. His arms will tighten around you and eventually he'll fall asleep. Well, he has to pretend he's asleep, because thats when you leave your guards down and peck his lips. Don't worry, he secretly loves it and always wants more.

[honeyalchemist]

Thats probably something people ask all the time, but how necessary would you say it is to actually start a legit note taking grimoire before you start getting into witchcraft? I have been on and off on witchcraft since my teens basically and honestly it doesn't really ever feel like I am actually... Practicing....anything whenever I do it and I actually thought that "Hey maybe writing would help" , but at the same time imagining myself sitting down and writing it down like a schoolbook also already feels....not quite right for reasons I can't explain (I guess it's partly because my thoughts are always very disjointed and note taking basically devolved into writing things over and over again until I didn't need the notes anymore in school so....yeah)

Also if you have any advice on how to approach all of this withouth already feeling like you are not gonna accomplish anything.....would be great, yeah. I am sorry this got so negative at the end but I genuinly feel like I myself am just fooling myself with all of this, not because it's not real but because the problem is me and.... Yeah not a great vibe.

Hello sweets! First, thank you for feeling comfortable enough to ask me of all people about this!!!

This is question I really have to take the time to answer because different things work for different people.

Some people will say you need to accomplish years of studying like school before you cast your first spell. I'm not in that party but I do see merit in that belief. Witchcraft can be VERY dangerous, so it's important to get all of the basics down and mastered before you really delve into it.

Personally I believe you can only master your craft by actually practicing it. It may seem boring, but early on in your craft you should be repeating the same basic skills until you have them near perfect. But I don't think you should ONLY be practicing basics. Sometimes there isn't a need for the basics to be practiced constantly. But they're the basics for a reason. You should be able to slowly branch out from the basics as you get more comfortable in your craft and your abilities.

I do think it is important to RECORD your practice in any way you are comfortable with. If it's writing, more power to you. But you can also video record, audio record, and even collage (with appropriate notations). But I believe witchcraft is closer to science than people assume, so I find it important to be able to repeat your spells/rituals/etc. with necessary modifications to achieve your desired results. You cannot grow in your craft without changing what doesn't work, and even what works but is too costly (be it time, materials, or even energy).

Now onto the topic of study itself. It takes a lot of time and trials to find out what study method truly works for you. It sucks but think back to your schooling days, and ponder what kind of learning method best suits you. Are you better at learning by sitting and reading through sources, and writing information down? Then do exactly that. Are you better at learning through visual shows and being orally walked through the steps? Head on down to YouTube and find some witchy YouTubers to learn from.

Once you've got that down, consider how you best retain that information. Is it better for you to sit down and copy lines? Is it better to actively practice what you learn? Is it better to "teach" others? You can record yourself "teaching others" to help you better retain and recall the information you've learned.

If you really feel you must write down the information you've learned, then I don't really recommend just writing down pages and pages of lines of notes. There's a variety of methods that could make the information more digestible and even fun to interact with and refresh if necessary.

One of the reasons you see so many grimoires filled with pictures and diagrams and interactive parts is that it makes relearning and refreshing that information more fun, do you're more likely to do just that. Use diagrams and pictures to help fill your pages and make the information stick a little better. You could even reduce your words even more by creating a picture heavy grimoire with just necessary words to help understand a little easier. Think of this. You have a Potion you want to make. Draw or print out pictures of the ingredients and insert them in your grimoire, with labels to identify what is harder to identify. If there's a specific order in which these items must be added, or a set of steps for a ritual that must be followed while making the Potion, draw or print out pictures of these steps and insert them in the correct order and perhaps draw arrows indicating order, or even write down the numbered order of steps.

If that's not really your style, then consider mind mapping. There's a variety of mind mapping methods you can use, but for me I typically write a word or phrase indicating the main topic of something I'm studying and put that in the middle of my page and circle it. From that circle, branch out into smaller circles with topics directly related to the initial phrase. And from those smaller circles, branch out even smaller to flesh out the idea of the initial phrase further. Here's a cute visual to explain a little better:

Witchcraft is a lot of trial and error. Try and try again to find out what method works best for you. It may seem like you are accomplishing nothing in this time where you are trying to find your suited method, but keep in mind each failure is a step closer to finding what works best for you.

I really hope this helped!!! If anybody has some further input, please share 💖

[unbury-the-gays]

(hello, zkretchy but on my main blog here to throw out a little, kinda even, package of those ask meme asks into here and simultaneously stopping myself from just asking all of them)So I politely ask for Numbers 2 (and 3 actually add that in), 13, 17 and uh 25 or 27 idk how far you all are with any possible future dealings - also congrats on 45kwords! Thats a lot of them holy shit and well done!

Hi, zkretchy, thanks for the ask! We had lots of fun brainstorming these.

2. If they could each describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?

So I know you said one sentence, but we'll do you one better: one word.

Kiyan about Adrien: Bastard. Adrien about Kiyan: Mine!

That about sums them up at the moment, really.

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?

Kiyan would make a sour face and insist he saw nothing worth complimenting in the bastard, but if you made him be honest he'd admit he's attractive and smart and fun to argue with. But he would struggle to say it to Adrien directly, for a couple reasons. The first is that Adrien would be absolutely insufferable about it. He'd just be so incredibly happy about the slightest compliment from Kiyan and that much extrovert energy is just Too Much for Kiyan. Also, he has difficulty forming compliments because they're not really something he's familiar with, either giving or receiving.

Adrien is a bit cautious about giving Kiyan compliments directly at the moment, because he correctly identified that Kiyan does not know what to do with them. But he's getting bolder about it. He tells Kiyan he's beautiful when he finds him in the waterfall. And he's absolutely talking Titus's ear off about how awesome Kiyan is 😂.

Ultimately they both suffer from self-esteem issues that make compliments complicated, but they respond very differently.

Adrien needs to hear compliments. Knowing Kiyan finds him attractive, interesting, and smart would absolutely thrill him. Adrien wants to please him, wants to be wonderful to him, wants to be admired and take anything and everything, even the smallest praise.

On the other hand, accepting a compliment would make Kiyan uneasy, at least initially. That would be something he would have to learn. It's not that he finds receiving compliments unpleasant. It would just be strange and new to him and would require him to deal with his low self-esteem.

13. Name something they would never do for the other person.

This one was interesting! Considering that they both have a selective morality and don't hesitate to either kill or die (Adrien is almost looking for an opportunity to get himself into a dangerous situation, and Kiyan may not want to die, but he shielded Adrien with his body without hesitation, so), the usual limits don't really apply. They would burn the world for each other, and the people living there, because neither the world nor the people have offered them anything that they would consider valuable so far. So they would kill and die and do other bad things for each other. And it would be disturbingly easy for them. But what they wouldn't do for the other is change who they are.

Kiyan's instance of this is practically canon: Adrien offers him a position as his kept man and Kiyan runs away. That offer is what breaks the hold that his fascination and attraction to Adrien have, the bond they are forming. He wouldn't give up on going on the Path, he wouldn't give up being a witcher, because it's an integral part of who he is. Neither his pride nor his temperament would allow him.

Adrien is more complicated. Despite being overbearing and possessive, he is willing to make concessions for Kiyan. He is willing to change so that this relationship can work. Despite the fact that he doesn't understand many things and does many things wrong (and from wrong reasons), he is willing to cooperate as long as he sees that he can gain something from it. But submission is not in his nature. The more Kiyan tries to take control, the more he will fight for it. He understands relationships entirely as a play of dominance and control because those are the only relationships he's ever known. Adrien is afraid of being controlled, but the only way he knows is to control back. He can't really conceptualize a relationship that is equal and doesn't rely on control. So he understands that Kiyan doesn't want to be controlled, but he pushes because he doesn't know any other option and he needs to be in control more than he wants to be what Kiyan wants. The thing is, Kiyan doesn't actually want to dominate the relationship. He just wants Adrien to stop treating him as a possession and be his equal. But Adrien doesn't know how, and so he rebels against what he perceives as a threat to the one thing he won't change.

17. What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other?

For Kiyan it's definitely scent. Adrien wears a rich scent with a combination of Ofieri spices that reminds him of his mother, and Kiyan has definitely noticed. Also because witcher senses mean the scent is very strong and he's used to keeping track of scents like that. Adrien also smells of horse a lot, which is comforting.

Adrien likes to keep Kiyan's drawings, when he eventually is allowed to see them. And seeing drawings by other people always makes him think of Kiyan. Also he's a collector and has a gift-giving love language even once he gets over the whole possessiveness issue somewhat, so he does a lot of "oh, Kiyan would like that" type thinking, building a little Kiyan catalogue in his head and then gifting the things (slowly so Kiyan doesn't run off, he learned his lesson with the strawberries and courtesans offer 😂).

25. What moves do they know work on the other?

I know you said 25 or 27 but we answered both 😅. They were fun to think about because we hadn't thought about sex a lot with them since they have such a long way to go before they're in a place where they can do things like explore kink 😂.

In general, something that works on Adrien is when someone needs him. Not just sexually, but with everything. This applies not only to Kiyan, but also in a way with his relationship with Gisbert and also in a way with his guards - these people need him; without him they would have nowhere to go. So even if Adrien weren't in the mood for something (not just sex, though Adrien not in the mood for sex is hard to imagine) if Kiyan admitted he needed it, it would chang the mood. Kiyan doesn't know this yet, but it's not that hard to figure out. What Kiyan knows at the moment is that it is really enough for him to be alone in the same room with Adrien. But that's more of an action of unresolved sexual tension than of an actual thing that would work. Playing hard to get or making something into a challenge also seems to work. Right now it's because of the UST, but once they resolve it they could probably have some fun with playing with that deliberately.

With Kiyan, it annoys him how arrogant, possessive and pushy Adrien can be. So the more Adrien shows these traits, the more Kiyan will say no. But when Adrien shows more humility, as he sheds his arrogant asshole mask and shows his more vulnerable face, Kiyan doesn't quite know how to fight it. Kiyan has a hard time saying no to an actual vulnerable honest request because he genuinely does care for and desire Adrien. If Adrien can be vulnerable enough to say "please," Kiyan can't resist him. (Adrien noticed this but, being someone who sees everything as a power struggle, thought it was about humiliating him. It's an exhausting way to live. He needs so many whacks with the "be a better person" hammer.)

27. Do they have any kinks/fetishes that they share?

Ok so overall, they defintiely get kinky but don't go in much for the D/s side of things. They both need control of their own mental state too much to ever really give that over to each other. But Kiyan's witcher senses make sensation play very fun, and Adrien is totally down for being tied up. Adrien's active imagination also makes for some fun roleplay, which Kiyan indulges.

Also for Maximum Angst, Kiyan used to enjoy bondage and pain stuff, but after Ireneus he can't stand them 😭. Only soft gentle things for our witcher, which Adrien is more than happy to provide.

And then we got side tracked by a scenario and had two very different responses to it.

The scenario:

Kiyan tying Adrien to bed, gagging him, Adrien all horny, and instead of going into action, Kiyan takes this opportunity to finally go to meditate in peace.

Gav's thoughts (aka what Adrien is thinking):

Adrien tied and gagged and impossibly turned on and all he can do is lay there and watch Kiyan meditate, completely serene. Reminds them of all the times Kiyan kissed him and ran away at the beginning. Only now Kiyan is still there, Adrien can see him, and he can't touch or talk or do anything. It's not about Kiyan being in control of Adrien, it's about Adrien accepting that he has no control over Kiyan. He just has to wait and hope Kiyan will choose him

Advena's thoughts (aka what Kiyan is thinking):

Kiyan comes back from the Path tired, but Adrien missed him a lot and doesn't give him peace. So they have sex once, twice, three times, Adrien is generally insatiable and Kiyan is finally like: Hey you wanna try something different? And Adrien, all excited, of course he wants to. So Kiyan ties him up, gags him, and finally has a moment of peace.

So that was amusing. Basically, extrovert boyfriends are exhausting and like to read symbolism into your attempts to get some peace and quiet 😂.

Thanks again for the ask! These were fun to answer!

[grahamcarmen]

Hi, so I just finished the new season today! I have so many thoughts, the last few episodes felt kind of rushed? I wished they had gone about the whole situation between Gray and Carm at the end differently. More so on seeing them reunited. My biggest question, is why was he so quick on going back to VILE? He knew what they were capable of yes, was it to feed his criminal impulses? Why did ever want to steal in the first place? What led him to that conclusion and how did he learn of VILE? I was keen on seeing more of his backstory, and still need time to let the story simmer so I can analyze it more. It's just confusing. I guess it's just because the show ended that I feel so bittersweet y'know. What do you think Carmen would've done after they all disbanded? How could she leave them so quickly after she just got back to Team Carmen in the end? Besides wanting to see her mother. I was hoping they'd at least stay together.

i think that more than a few people feel that ( the knee jerk incredulity at her just leaving them a note and yeeting was real)

like disclaimer again: i do love carmen and this season this is just expanding on some little ??’s

on gray and “thinking gray.”: I was also feeling the lackluster on the payoff motivation wise for gray returning to VILE ( which was definitely needed as he was the secret weapon needed to finally get evil carmen back and at least partially inevitable due to ownership of the choices yadadadada )but like when he finally got his memories back he just repeated some things that i never really doubted. that gray did this of his own free will, he probably is of a lower empathy in general (which does not mean incapable of caring and doing the right thing. just that..~~~), that he regretted hurting carmen. in s1 he says his primary motivation as making more money and i was like”mmhmm fits.” being a thief and all and why not since they hadn’t introduced the big “needs to be able to tie up loose ends.” as a operative qualifier to anyone, including some of the recruits there. the only newer thing was his video that he seeked them out. which is interesting and all but sets him up as a go-getter so its so confusing that he’d choose to return to VILE ...a place where he was hurt and is so freaking selfish with what capers they choose to pursue. i kinda went on a tangent on another post that there is a theme of using a false sense of bonding to give them a little more loyalty which is like really heavy considering that means offering a “home” to what looks like operatives who might all be orphans but i don’t think it was highlighted enough to say “HEY YO” even tho GRAY LOOKS SO TIRED TO LEARN ABOUT HIS PAST WITH VILE

its really interesting because of the 3 people who had access to him/nature we got; carmen who only encouraged his desire to help (for the kiddos, for her safety, for assuring her that they were in...whatever... together, and make sure that they weren’t being secret spy jerks) ACME who got like...0 usefulness (riperonis ma guys), and VILE with maelstrom just hammering home all his shadier deeds with  “YEAH THIS IS YOU.”  AND HIM JUST ACCEPTING IT AFTER SITTING FOR A LONG AF TIME ALONE.

and when this was happening I was thinking about this analysis from another fandom about characters who resign to the law of the strong which could have been a reason for why gray doesn’t seem to hold the consequences for his failure against VILE even though he really should. (if they bothered but listen-)

its something that happens when characters choose to live in worlds they know are unfair, know that they choose to lie and steal and cheat, and thus should not be surprised or hurt when it happens to them in return. which of course lead to them not knowing where to draw the line on what happens to them...and i mean this in like some narratives usually go (hahaha no thats messed up please gtfo being treated like that is not ok and in allowing others to define your limits you are whittling yourself away). and they decide to live in resignation that. i am capable of bad... so i AM bad. (I am that guy. i’ve always been that guy) and makes them absolutely ripe for the (but you’ve been good . you can choose to be better.  it won’t erase the wrongs of the past but it will make for a better future)

but that still leaves exploration of “WHY WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO LIVE BY THE LAW OF THE STRONG??” and you know...not having anyone to rely on, poverty, or what was simple rebelliousness turning to darker and darker paths, are some easy reasons to put a spotlight on maybe our operatives having depth and like..arcs. especially any of those reasons combined. ESPECIALLY SINCE THEY’RE WHAT VILE CONSISTENTLY IS SHOWN OFFERING. (shadowsan really is their s-tier character huh)

which i really thought this show would go for when a shivering brunt who is loyal and protective asked if she was really going to be left behind or remember how unsympathetic most of them seemed to see carmen chloroformed because “she did interrupt our heist.” meaning that they understand this world. probably have understood it for longer than anyone should. (antonio being content as a “pawn” is the tenant in my head today) and why shouldn’t more money be important. or honestly how simple it was to accept that someone would just need more money.

with gray they introduced that he could be good and he could be bad but like leaned into “no all that niceness was fake and he’s bad.” due to the hyper specificity of the mind wipe apparently? which also leans into really flat interpretation of evil!carmen (i just mean that there is a lot there ...) meaning theres no really exploration of him and more of a judgment (even though he’s shown to be kind, snarky, and upfront, as himself without a mind wipe.) and then we wait...

the pacing of the last 2 episodes: adrenaline bebe!!! but also there were so many concepts being introduced and resolved and skimmed past so that it is a little confusing at some conclusions. like the scene you’re talking about where carmen just leaves a note and ghosts is like 30 seconds and thats a lot to unpack because ?? i’m really thinking that it might have been insinuating that carmen left them the pen specifically to give them a new home to wait for her because she was going on that little break like she planned (and they knew was the endgoal) because it was behind her note and presumably placed by her but because i was focusing on the letter goodbye like ??? i thought for some reason that it was zack saying he would now like to try ACME because HE thought of it and i was like ??when did you consider this?? and 3rd watch i was finally “ahhh ok ok i think i get it.”

another bitten off scene i think might have been when gray in his first mission is already exhibiting signs of going...”huh this is not good.”

from stopping carmen from unprofessionalism to seeing that new carmen is willing to up and leave the group for mental gymnastics instead of relying on them 100% to going to the ferris wheel where he DEFINITELY SAW HER TRYING TO KILL A CIVILIAN since it showed his reaction after ivy’s. and then it turn to team red because how they feel about it definately matters more than gray but its also so easy to miss that choosing to have gray witness that as the start of what makes him turn himself in (maybe this is just a possible interpretation and its midnight ok)

evil carmen! lost her empathy. ok. so then like thats a static judgment about how they’re gonna make her do bad stuff and she still absolutely cares about her history and VILE still needed to enforce bonding and giving her memories that they comforted her and gave her her coat so thats why she cares about it and her anger at betrayal and sense of loss that she still throws right in shadowsans face when “evil”

carmen thought she crossed a personal line?? like jeeeeeez that’s 6 months of crossing lines and the most recent and horrifying one happened like not even a minute ago and then 5 seconds later we get chief and her reconciling because yes it needed to happen so we’re not gonna address how traumatizing it was or

VILE JUST WENT ALL THE WAY DOWN HUH??

and all these things are important and have the groundwork for happening but man they just happen one after the other and its like

before moving on to the next thing and like let me breathe omg

and yeah that means that so many people were left confused because the show about family (carmen’s family that SHE built ) seemed to disband for carmen to go to see her mother at last alone, shadowsan to go to his brother and a heartbroken pair of red heads to join ACME

and we get a time gap before reuniting but only a few seconds to decide if reuniting was the plan all along(the pressure point)

and there is a lot of actual IN TIME that is broad strokes that many people have already picked whats going to haunt them that wasn’t explored more...

TLDR; i get it on both counts (gray and rushed)! glad there was some sweet in your bittersweet and since canon definitely had team red in the same place they absolutely reunited and moved back into the shop and carmen talked to them about how great her mom is and planned a dinner

[happikattwuzheere]

ok i was gonna try and actually draw out noah’s first time meeting gansey in this au but then i realized idk how to do that without like actually scripting/drawing out basically a whole actual comic complete w/ background and everything and like, i might do that someday but not today so we’re just gonna do this in text BUT 

more deer boy au, this time feat: Its My AU And I Want Noah To Get To Be Happy And Safe So He’s A Fey This Time 

SO. out somewhere in a forest in eastern europe/western russia possibly, the nearby people know that the forest is ruled by a powerful entity that they call Czerny. he’s a leshy--the old man of the woods, a king within their own lands, mischevious and capricious with travelers, but Czerny in particular is known to despise humans. Most leshy just mess with them, trapping them in their forests to wander in pranks that are harmful but in a very fey-dont-know-how-fragile-people-are way and which can be subverted by turning your clothes inside out which is frankly very fun but ANYWAY. Czerny will do that too but he’s also just in general far more likely to be unkind to humans who pass through. people aren’t sure why, it’s suspected some personal grudges may be in play; he’s a very old entity with a long memory.

there’s one sort of exception to this, though--leshy are known to guide children cursed by their parents to a group of people called the forest people, but czerny in particular is known to take a very direct interest in the lives of the castaways; he’s more or less outright adopted some before and at the very least checks in. any kids who choose to leave and rejoin civilization are warned that, while the forest will always be kind to them, they will never see him again if they do so. 

anyway so the point of all this is to say that barrington “certified asshole” whelk manages to get his hands on czerny’s true name, which is unfortunately still written down somewhere despite his best efforts to wipe all those out, this is why he hates humans, but the point is, whelk manages to trap and imprison czerny and drag him back to england with him, use his power for some nefarious purposes for a while, czerny is DEEPLY unhappy. 

meanwhile ronan and gansey are just setting out on the road to head toward the village most of the story takes place at, and they run into All This Nonsense, and gansey catches on to Whelk having forcibly bent some powerful magic entity to his will and, being gansey, is like, well that’s not nice at all let me just set you free

and the moment he does all the candles in the room snuff out and the air gets very heavy and ronans like “gansey that may have been very stupid” 

czerny won’t even physically manifest at first. he is VERY grumpy and absolutely planning on screwing the person who freed him over. he doesnt like owing ANYONE a life debt, but that’s what this is now, and he’s had a VERY bad time being forced to work for whelk, let’s get this over with

so his booming terrible voice echoes through the room all “state your request, what favor would you ask?” 

and ganseys like oh gee i wouldnt dream of asking anything of you, i just felt bad with you trapped in there 

and czerny pauses. and goes. “you. you know im a fey right”  gansey: the possibility had occurred, yes? oh wait shoot thats a thing with fey, isnt it, uh. cant we. cant we call this one a gift? 

czerny: 

czerny: ok i will give you some credit here i haven’t laughed that hard in ages 

gansey: i didn’t....hear anything?? 

the conversation basically continues like that and czerny slowly realizes that this guy really is seriously trying to get out of being owed a life debt, which has czerny utterly flabbergasted and very quickly revising his opinion on the guy. at the very least he’s fascinated and curious enough that hes like. well now i have to see what happens. so he ends up agreeing to travel with them, since, no, the life debt is non negotiable--he does, however, leave out the bit where he doesn’t actually have to stick around, he could very easily just go home and gansey could come and call on him whenever he DOES think of a favor for czerny to pay him back in kind--gives them the name “noah” when they ask what to call him, because, hey, that guy with the boat and the animals was pretty cool, it works, and disguises himself as a boy about ronan and gansey’s age 

but there’s a bit of a joke in his disguise; a dual-layer glamor, basically--the primary glamor is making him look like, you know, human sized, instead of a giant man with moss for a beard and huge horns like gnarled branches and so on and so on, but he gives himself pointed ears as a private joke and places an additional, very minor glamor over those so that it’s not that people don’t see them so much as people don’t notice. basically whitelists gansey though so that minor glamor doesn’t work on him. 

he does not, however, whitelist ronan.

ronan notices the pointed ears anyway, because he’s a cambion, not that gansey knows that yet, and nor does noah. 

ronan does point them out and say “hey those might be a problem” and noah, now immediately VERY suspicious, goes, “oh sure i’ll put a glamor on them” but doesn’t actually change anything about his setup, and, upon figuring out that ronan hasn’t told gansey what he is/that gansey seems to be under the impression that ronan’s human, decides, “well ok now it’s a game” 

so noah’s playing a game of “we’ll see who gives the game away on what we REALLY are first” with ronan that ronan doesn’t know about at all

ronan, as a result of this exchange, assumes noah must be a really weak fey to have made that kind of rookie mistake. like, a brownie or something. noah’s happy to leave it that way indefinitely but noah’s p terrifyingly powerful and kept in check only by the force of fairy law and also his desire to continue using the life debt as an excuse to hang out in england as long as he wants and watch this very interesting human and the also extremely interesting people he seems to be able to keep finding while slowly revising his very old very set in opinions on humanity as a whole 

bonus pic for reading all that which was gonna be part of me drawing out the scene before i realized that wasnt gonna work: 

[thequeenb]

Hi! I've read all of your fics and you're really good at this... 😍😍😍 I dunno if you could but.. your fic about Priya and Kamilah in a poly relationship with MC, it would be nice if you could make a sequel of that.. like you know they're both proud and stubborn women.. I would like to see them try to one up each other to get MC's attention? 😂😂 That would be hilarious considering... Well it's Priya and Kamilah... Please?

I am writing this after so long anon my apologies lol

Pairings Kamilah x MC

It has been a month since Priya and Kamilah realized that they both desired Amy. Priya seemed to never be late to the council meetings. Sometimes she would even arrive earlier just so she could see Amy and chat before the meetings started.

Kamilah on the other hand made sure no one was around and grabbed those opportunities to arrange dates with Amy. She would usually invite her to her office.

Amy was on the phone with a client arranging a meeting but her thoughts were on the stunning women craving for her attention.

For Kamilah she was always a secret, a fling. Priya on the other hand never hesitated to flirt with her publicly, call her names and focus completely on her. And of course Amy didn't knew what turned her on more.

"Ugh i cant choose" she whispered completely forgetting she was in a middle of a serious conversation

"Excuse me?" the man on the other line said offended

"I said i will make sure Adrian will see you tomorrow!"

She cursed herself hanging up getting lost in her world again before Kamilah exited Adrian's office. She walked so gracefully. Her heels clicked in sync as she approached her desk

"God just step on me" Amy breathed out grabbing some papers pretending to be busy

"Amy" Kamilah said with her steady sexy voice.

"Oh hey Kamilah" she said writing pointless words just so she won't have to look at those beautiful caramel eyes.

"I was wondering--"

"Oh thats very tempting but you see i am very busy" Amy managed to say almost breathless at Kamilah's sight

Kamilah lifted one of her eyebrows scanning the paper Amy was holding almost laughing out loud

"Ah! I see, may i take a look on what you are working on?"

Amy swallowed, her eyes betraying her. Kamilah had her hand extended waiting patiently for her to give her the paper. Embarrassed she did so eyeing Kamilah's expressions carefully

"I didn't knew your work included a VIP invitation to Priya's show" she said turning around leaving without another word

Good job Amy she said under her breath watching Kamilah exiting the building. She couldn't choose who to give in to. Kamilah constantly invite her to her office and penthouse, taking out on luxurious dates and restaurants. Priya on the other hand always treated her special. Inviting her to her shows, sending her Lacroix dresses to wear, shower her with jewellery.

She sighed focusing on her working trying not to think about it much for now.

___

The weekend arrived and Amy accepted Priya's invitation to her show. As always a limousine picked her up, a bodyguard led her to the VIP lounge and her favourite drink was waiting for her on the table, next to Priya.

Making her way to the lounge Amy scanned the woman Infront of her from head to toe. She was wearing a stunning black revealing dress. A delightful smile spread across Priya's lips when she notices Amy walking to her direction.

"Darling! How wonderful to see you" she purred against her face as she was kissing both of her cheeks.

"Hey, what a wonderful show" Amy said gesturing at the stage above them full with models representing all the stunning Lacroix dresses

"I like this view better" Priya said placing her hand on her bared lap, the grip was possessive and it goes without saying that Priya never likes sharing

Before they could start chatting Kamilah emerged to the Lounge interrupting them. Amy looked shocked noticing the jealousy on Kamilah's eyes

"Grandma. I don't think I invite you did i?" Priya rolls her eyes annoyed

"Oh i couldn't lose this..show" she said sitting on the left side. Amy was now between the two women who made it so hard to choose.

She took a deep breath trying to even her breath but then Kamilah put a finger under her chin making her meet her eyes and her heart started beating like a drum.

"I thought you had high standards Amy" Kamilah said smirking

Priya gripped at her lap more tightly making Amy squirm "And i thought you dont like old hags" she said smiling sharply

Amy felt all the air on her lungs abandoning her. The thought of these two women fighting for her attention was turning her on in a way she couldn't describe.

She took her glass and downed her whiskey immediately knowing its going to be a long night.

"In all seriousness why do you prefer an immature show off?" Kamilah said making Amy's cheeks pink

"Because i know how to make her scream my name" Priya says chuckling softly

"Oh please, she is in my office every night" Kamilah says clearly annoyed by the thought of Amy being intimate with another woman especially her enemy.

"Then how does she end up every morning on my sheets?" Priya now bared her fangs as a warning as Kamilah's eyes turned crimson red

Amy glanced between both women clearly lost. She knew she had to choose but this situation was so amusing and one in a lifetime.

"Both of you stop, i am not a trophy for any of you to win"

Kamilah cleared her throat as Priya sat down on the couch thoughtful. Without another word she exited the lounge leaving the two women behind confused

"Great look what you did" Priya said sighing

"Oh me? If you didn't--"

"Oh please did you see the way--"

"You didn't let room for her to breathe"

"You disrespected her when you-"

"Ughhh i had enough!!" Kamilah said standing up leaving as well.

___

The next morning Amy was usually working when she saw a boy approaching with a large bouquet of flowers.

"Are you Amy Parker?" He said holding out a clipboard

Amy nodded as she signed the paper watching the boy leaving. She sat on her chair smelling the beautiful red roses she held on her hands. She took the card reading

I am sorry for last night. I should have known grandma would get jealous and follow you. Come to my mansion tonight and i will show you how sorry i am

Yours, Priya xoxo

Amy smiled thinking the ways Priya will show how sorry she is. But before she could finish her thoughts another boy with flowers approached

"Yes i am Amy Parker thank you" she said holding a bouquet with unique flowers. She chuckled knowing already it was Kamilah's taste. Without wasting a minute she read the card

I will come pick you up after work. I want to apologize to you for my behaviour last night. I just wanted to protect you

Kamilah♡

She smiled at Kamilah's effort to draw a heart beside her name. Sighing she sat back on her chair looking at the two bouquets thoughtfully. On one hand there was Priya a woman full of passion that made Amy's adrenaline level high whenever they saw eachother. But there is also Kamilah. A mystery that cant be solved by just anyone. There was something about her trying to give Amy this opportunity that made her heart skip a beat

And thats when the realisation hit her. Priya is just a desire that she has, an attraction. Kamilah is so much more than that. She radiates safety, devotion.

Without another thought she dealt Kamilah's number smiling

"Hey you, isyour proposition still available? I am getting off at 11pm"

"I will be there" Kamilah said from the other line and Amy could hear on the tone of her voice that she was smiling

Hanging up she ran her fingers with delicate soft moves on Priya's bouquet one last time before throwing it on a near by bin. Because she knew well that we should never throw something we love for something we like.

[wheres-everyone-going-bingo]

Heyhey! How about some Yancy x reader where reader has fangs and Yancy gets real flustered about them. Like if reader smirks and shows there teeth yancys just like could bite me with those? I'm just big monster fucker hours tbh. When will I find a vampire husband or become a vampire husband :/

Behind Unlocked Doors

Pairing: Yancy x Male Reader

Warnings: swearing

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Tapping my knuckles against the large wooden door, I smiled to myself, excited to see my boyfriend. The door was opened, to reveal a disheveled Damien on the other side, probably having answered the door after having to break up a fight between Bing and Google, again. I flashed him a smile.

“Y/N, it’s nice to see you use the door for once” He greeted me, stepping aside from the doorway to allow me to enter the building.

“Well I figured with the amount of complaints I get when I enter through a window or something, I thought I might as well try the door” I replied, recounting the amount of times I’ve startled an ego by suddenly walking into the room without telling anyone I had arrived.

“Yes, and we’re very grateful. I assume you’re here for Yancy?” He asked, I nodded, saying goodbye and heading towards Yancy’s room.

Turning the door handle after announcing myself, I entered Yancy’s room, the familiar sight of musical posters strung around the room made me smile.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see youse!” Yancy welcomed, running towards me, and jumping into my arms “I missed youse”

“I missed you too Yance” I chuckled, looking down at the man holding onto me like it was a life or death situation.

“I’s been workin on a new song, youse wanna hear its?” Yancy enquired, pulling away from my arms and making his way over to the desk in the room.

“Yeah sure Yancy, I’d love to” I smiled at him, flashing my fangs. Yancy stumbled over his words as he searched for the music sheet, all coherent thoughts thrown out of his mind.

“Ah he-heres it is” He returned to me with a few pieces of paper clutched in his fist. Yancy handed them to me “Youse gotta remember thats it’s only a draft”

“I know babe” I responded, eyes flicking over the words and notes. I smiled to myself, admiring the passion he had for music. Looking back up at him, I was met with a red faced Yancy, I presumed it was from the embarrassment of sharing his draft. “It’s great, no need to be embarrassed” I assured him, giving him a quick kiss.

“Oh it’s not the drafts that I’s worried about” Yancy admitted, sitting down on his bed. I tilted my head, wondering what was bothering him. “But thats don’t matters. Has youse done anything exciting recently?”

“I mean I got to see your gorgeous face again” I spoke, earning a giggle from Yancy

“Youse so grossly sweet, youse know that?”

“Aw c’mon, you know you love it”

“Youse not wrong theres” He replied, making me laugh “I’s would also love for youse to bite me with those pretty fangs of youse” Yancy mumbled under his breath, assuming I couldn’t hear him.

“If you say so love” I purred, Moving my face to be only a few inches from his

“Youse weren’t supposed to hears that”

“I’ve got good hearing babe, comes with the fangs” I grinned, hovering my lips over the skin of his neck. Feeling Yancy squirm under me, anticipating the pleasure of my teeth on his skin.

I pulled away from Yancy’s neck, instead pushing my lips against his. I nibbled on his bottom lip, drawing a few drops of blood. Yancy obediently opened his mouth, allowing my tongue entrance. Tongue fought against tongue, as I came out victorious. Separating my lips from his, I trailed kisses down to his neck. Finally giving into his desire and dragging my fangs against sensitive skin.

“Oh fuck, that feels so goods” Yancy whimpered, as I nibbled and bit down on his neck, loving the way that he instinctivley craned his neck to give me better access to his skin.

Yancy and I pulled off our shirts, our bodies pressed against each other, along with our lips. I was on top of him, while Yancy bucked his hips towards mine, already needy. I started to grind my crotch up against Yancy’s tight pants. My hands trailed down to his trousers, unzipping the fly.

“Hey Y/N I baked some cupcakes, do you want-” Yancy and I’s head turned to the door, a scared looking Wilford stood in the doorway. He blinked a few times at us, trying to process what he was seeing, I cursed at myself for forgetting to lock the door. “HOLY SHIT IM SO FUCKING SORRY!” Wilford shouted, covering his eyes with his hands, screaming as he tried to turn around and run out of the room only to run face first into the door frame.

“Wilford uncover your eyes and then run” Damien informed the screaming man, watching Wilford run down the hall. “I apologise” Damien spoke, reaching in a closing the door.

“I- what- why” Yancy fumbled, trying to form a sentence. My mouth was open, I was as flabbergasted as he was.

“Let’s just uh, pretend that never happened” I advised, Yancy nodding in agreement.

[thewritingginger]

8. “Like what you see?” - Kenshin x Reader

Thank you lovely anon for your request!

I got really excited when I saw someone requested for my bb :3

Although it did take a while to think of it cuz I wasn't quite sure where I wanted to go with this one, but this is what I figured out 

Enjoy ~

A/N: Oiran (were considered as a type of yūjo “women of pleasure” or prostitute)  this has a purpose lol and I just googled this so if its wrong sorry >.<

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“Come on Ken, loosen up a bit.” The suave warlord whined hitting the white haired mans shoulder. The two men where sitting on a large cushion on the back wall of a gentlemen’s club of sorts. 

“What do you mean? I agreed to come here with you already didn't I?” Kenshin’s monotoned voice cuts the air like a blade, sitting there with his leg popped up sipping his sake stoically. 

“Yeah you did. So since you’re out you gotta indulge yourself in the decadent wonders this place holds.” Gesturing with his arms open Shingen releases a hearty laugh putting his arm around the beautiful women propped up next to him. “All I wish to indulge in is my sake.” the cold dragon’s words make his friend shake his head. 

“Well since you’re gonna do nothing but pout next to me how about I get you a room that you can sit in by yourself. I’ll order you a bottle of sake and pickled plums.” Shingen offers. “Fine, if it means you’ll shut up.” “Great.”

Stopping at the entrance of a unoccupied room Shingen opens the door allowing Kenshin to enter. Before he closes the door Shingen leans in with a smirk playing on his lips, “And hey, if you find yourself a bit bored just give me a holler and I’ll hook you up with a real sweet lady.” With a wink and a click of his tongue he leaves Kenshin to roll his eyes. 

About an hour of time has passes and Kenshin is resting against the wall with his eyes relaxed closed, sake glass in hand. The sound of muffled laughter and music suddenly becomes clearer as if the door is being opened. Without even opening his eyes Kenshin speaks. “What do you think you are doing? This room is not open for occupuense, Get out!” His demanding words harsh enough to startle anyone. 

With the anonymous figure’s back turned to kenshin’s relaxed body. A soft voice breaks the silence, “I was hoping to serve you with some company, My lord.” “tsk” In annoyance not wanting use the energy it would take to scare the women off, Kenshin sternly reiterates his demands. “I have no desire for you women, now get out before I throw you out.” The sound of grit and furry is obvious in his words.

Waiting to hear a response or the door open, there is just silence. Then the subtle rustling of fabric is making its way closer towards Kenshin. Sensing the mystery women has drawn near he releases an irritated sigh. Not in the mood to play games, without even looking up Kenshin softly places his glass beside him and stands up and walk towards the unwanted guest, towering over the young women. About to ruthlessly throw this women out for pestering him, he’s temporarily frozen in place. Cause when he lands his gaze on the unknown women, he see’s you.

“Y/n?” 

A confused quirk of his brow and your name falling from his lips, you give nothing but a smile. Now with both of you standing you begin to stroll in a circle around his stunned form. Quite amused with his reaction, you chortle. “What seem to be the problem Lord Kenshin?” Standing behind his shoulder, your breath hitting his ear, “Do you wish for me to take my leave so soon?” You question sweetly. Still wracking his brain for what you are doing, you saunter over to where Kenshin was residing in moments prior. Sitting with your legs to the side you lightly pat the open spot next to you. “Wont you do me the honor of joining me my lord?” You ask with an innocent curve of your lips and a gleam in your eyes. 

Taking a seat next to you Kenshin starts, “Y/n what are doing here, dressed like that.” Questioning you while his gaze trails down your body admiring the high quality silks in brilliant colors that adorn your figure. “I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong person my lord. I’m just simply here to be your subservient oiran for the night.” With a mischievous glint in your eyes, Kenshin sees the game you are trying to play. This sparked his intrigue.

Reclining himself back onto his hands, Kenshin sighs, an amused toothy smirk pulls at his lips, “Oh my mistake. So what exactly are you going to do to keep me company?” His words come out oozing in sexual energy. 

You smile, “Well, that's up you to decide.” You state, still playing your innocent facade, but he can feel the way your eyes are carving themselves into his body. Taking a moment, feigning to be in thought. The anticipation building, his lips part. 

“Stand up!” 

His words come out flat with no room to argue. Looking at you expectedly, you stare back trying to figure out what's going on in that mind of his. And growing impatient he states again with more force, “I said, Stand. Up.”

Not breaking eye contact you begin to rise on your feet and move in front of him. Before you can say anything in return he speaks again, “Stand back a bit I want a good view of you.” Still confused at what he trying to pull, you oblige. Taking a few steps back you cant help but let out a small chuckle, “Is this want you wanted?” Paying no mind to your question Kenshin speaks again, “Stop!” not moving an inch further you see a slight shift in the way Kenshin is looking at you. 

Before, his stare was soft and light hearted, seeing him play along with your little scheme was exciting. But now? Now his orbs are scanning your body with a predatory gaze, feeling as if he is devouring you inch by inch with that sadistic glint in his eyes. 

“Strip!” 

With just that one word you felt your body start to move on its own. Undoing the obi around your waist Kenshin intervenes again, “Slower!” With each single worded command you begin to feel warmth brewing deep within you. “Of course my lord.” Your submissive words stoke the flame beginning to burn in Kenshin. His eyes following every movement you make, unable to escape that domineering look, your heart continues to beat fast. Meticulously watching the way the rich fabric seems to glide against your skin, noting how perfect your flesh looks, smooth and untouched. 

The rise and fall of your chest, the small parting of your plump lips and that enthralled haze in your eyes. All of that just inflating his pride, he's got you right where he wants you. 

Fluidly dropping your arms to your sides, you allow the exquisitely crafted kimono to pool at your feet, to be forgotten. 

Standing there in all your glory, baring yourself to the God of War, that seems lost in your beauty. You pull him back to you with your words, “You like what you see?”

Tilting his head to the side, with an eye brow raised examining your appearance. Standing there watching as his eyes hungrily roam your delicate physique, you begin to feel your cheeks become warm with embarrassment.

The seconds of intense silence feel like hours, not knowing whether to say something or not Kenshin beats you to it. 

“I’m quite pleased.” An amused grin accompanies his words as he stands up.

Making his way over to you, arms crossed, his eyes still scanning you as he makes a circle around you. Standing completely still, with only your eyes to follow his movements. You feel him stop behind you, nothing but the sound of your heart beat to be heard. 

In this thick silence you feel a large rough hand begin to trace a line down your spine, you feel your legs wobble. His voice so close to your ear, his hot breath setting you on fire. “Tell me, how experienced are you in being an Oiran?” You could hear the underlying teasing tone in his question. As he sweeps the hair thats cascading down your back over your shoulder your response comes out a bit shaky. “N-not very. You are actually my first customer.” Trying to even your voice became noticeably difficult due to the excitement coursing through your veins.

“Is that so.” Pleased by your shaken response he continues his way around you, hand softly gliding across your waist. Now back in front of you, hand on your waist, his form seeming to tower over you. “Than I intend to be gentle with you this time.” His words dripping in sadistic intent. You feel a burst of lust irrupt within you. Feeling giddy for what those words could entail.

Looking up at him through your lashes you speak, “You’re very thoughtful my lord. Please allow me to repay you in kind for your generosity.” A sweet smile paints your lips as your hands move towards the belt holding his Kimono closed. 

Your small delicate digits working the knot out smoothly. Slowly pulling it with one hand till you can drop it to your side. You watch as the front of his kimono slacks and begins to open. 

Taking a step closer, running your palms up his clothed chest you reach his collar. Hooking your thumbs with the fabric you start to strip him of his clothing, drawing your hands over his shoulders and down his arms. As the fabric falls to the floor, you slide your fingertips lightly up his strong arms. Your eyes roam his chiseled figure. you begin to mindless trace the small scars that scatter his battle worn body. Admiring the peaks and valleys of his well trained build.

Every subtle caress of your fingers electrifies Kenshin and drives his desire for you wild. After you’re done admiring his body your eyes meet with his. A playful smirk appears as you trail your hands up his torso to wrap around his neck.

“I guess they don't call you a God for nothing.” Your words wrapped in an air of seduction, that innocent facade completely gone. That burning look in your orbs sets Kenshin ablaze. 

Standing silently in this locked gaze, your faces inch towards each other, your lips just a breath away. “There will be no guessing once I'm finished with you!” His words so close and hot, you feel them almost searing into you.

Then as if something had snapped, your lips crash together. In this fight for dominance, you are pushed back against the wall with a thud. Your raging passion bouncing off one another, your energies intermingling. Hands begin to wonder and explore the most intimate parts of each other. 

Sinking to the floor, his weight now on top of you. He pulls away, heaving. Trying to catch the breath you both lost in the moment . Both hands firmly planted on either side of your head, “You’re so beautiful.” His right hand comes up to caress your flushed cheek, his fingers tickling your hot skin down your neck and to your chest. “So perfect.” 

Leaning down till his face is level with your neck he starts placing small kisses between each word. “I wonder what would happen if I were to bite this supple skin. What kind of wondrous marks could I leave behind to prove I was here? How long would they last till I would need to add more?” 

The bass in his voice, the meaning behind each word, and the passion exuding from each syllable was all enough to make you become undone right then and there. But Kenshin isn’t just satisfied telling you, he wants to show you. He needs to show you!

His breath tingling your neck, “How many would it take to show others that you have been claimed? That you are mine.” Wanting so desperately to find out, to get answers to those burning questions that are swirling around in your head making you dizzy, you say “ W-why don't you find out.” 

Granting him entrance with your muttered words he begins his attack on your neck and shoulders. Gentle suctions and teeth grazing your skin, small pink and purple marks start to appear. Being carful to leave no surface untouched. Trailing marks down your torso, one by one inching closer to your core. The anticipation is exhilarating looking down to see his animalistic stare locked on you. Observing every reaction you have to his tactful caresses. 

Reaching your heat he pauses for a moment, taking in your state. The way you are so open to him, showing him a part of yourself that no other man gets to see. Taking his hand his drags his finger along your folds. Feeling how wet you are, gathering your essence on his finger making your whole being shudder. Eyes thoughtfully watching his digit playing with your heat. Enjoying the soft mewls falling from your mouth. “Your arousal is so incising.” He speaks, his eyes looking up to meet with yours as he licks your slick from his fingers.  “It’s sweet like nectar.” aligning himself with your entrance he take a slow drag of his tongue, savoring your taste in his mouth. 

Needing to hear your voice he begins to suck your sensitive bud. Holding your legs tightly with his arms, your thighs pressed against his ears, the increasing moans and pleads you’re making all just making Kenshin more hungry for your pleasure. Plunging two fingers into your core, commanding your body to bend to his will, needing more from you. Curling his fingers, stimulating your g-spot he begins to feel your sex clench around him indicating your first release of the night. Intending to have you cum on his tongue fuels his aggressive desire. Your hands tangled in his locks, the slight sting of your pulling mixed with pleasure of hearing you call his name makes all his efforts worth it. 

The intense sensation of the pleasurable stimulation brought you to your end. The coil within you finally snapping under the pressure, and your release consumes you. Your mind goes blank as you squeeze your eyes shut in immense pleasure, your legs trembling and your voice flowing out of you filling the room. With Kenshin’s Fingers and mouth continue to bring you higher and higher, unable to control the sounds and movements of your body. 

After a few moments of complete bliss you begin to come down from your high, trying to catch your breath, your body still experiencing aftershocks of your orgasm. 

Kenshin surfaces to be face to face with you. Bringing you in for a kiss you taste yourself on his lips. Laying there flushed and exhausted gazing up into his eyes Kenshin sits up and states, “You think the was all I was going to do with you? I’m not quite satisfied with your performance.” 

Before you can respond Kenshin is already rubbing his tip at your entrance. Warming himself up to immerse himself in your body.  Pushing his girth into your soft insides, he releases a guttural groan. Beginning to pump strong powerful strides his head falls back in euphoria. The way your body pulls him in and squeezes his length. How your body is able to give him such paradise is beyond him. Words of praise begin to mindlessly spew from him mouth. 

“God, you body is immaculate. The wonders it bestows upon me is unimaginable. To think that such an exquisite being could exist in this world.” 

Hands fondling your hips and breasts, his lips occupying as much of your neck as possible. Burying his face in your hair, taking in your scent continuing to worship your body and all the fruits it bears for him to taste. 

His movements become sporadic as he desperately grasps for his climax. Wanting to release himself deep inside you, to mark you as his. With the finish line in sight his motions pickup speed, His grunts and moans become louder in your ear. “Oh Kenshin.” Your words spoken like a preyer, encouraging him over the edge. Your nails digging into his back, Feeling as if you cant get close enough you wrap your legs tightly around his waist pulling him in more, assisting in his thrusts. 

All you could do in this moment is chant his name as if it’s the only thing keeping you on earth. Moments later you feel a blazing warmth spread within you, feeling his seed fill your womb. His body jerking from the intense waves of stimulation. 

A few minutes have past, nothing but the sounds of your gasps and the people outside the door fill the room. His body relaxed in your touch you gingerly caress the side of his head bringing his attention to your eyes. 

Propped up gazing into each others eyes as you bask in the afterglow of your passionate sex you break the silence,

“Aren't you glad I stayed.” you say with a cheeky grin.

Shacking his head with a laugh as he flashes that smile you love, “Immensely.” Flipping over so you are on top of him he adds, “But I do believe I was told you were mine for the night.” Those words tied with that mischievous look in his eyes tells you that you’ve got a long night ahead of you.

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Golly gosh that took a while to make lol

I spent a few days writing this and taking breaks idk I just kept getting a bit stumped but I did it 😄

If you’re reading this, I hope you enjoyed it 

And if you have any suggestions of what I should write in the future just send me a message and I'll try my best to deliver :3

💛 ~

[indipindy16]

Heyyyyy, so about that doc with the AU ideas.... (Please feed me I yearn for content)

im obsessed with the idea of monoma and aizawa being related to afo lol. you only see like 3 quirks in the whole series that are based on other quirks - what i would call ‘meta quirks,’ that would only have any function in a world of quirked people. so ofc these 3 quirks have to be related:

afo decided to have a bunch of kids, to see if he could make noumus out of them which retained their brains after being given a bunch of quirks. he impregnated a bunch of women lol, but he kept tabs on them. as soon as the kids turned 4 and presented their quirk, they would be kidnapped by the doctor and brought into the lab. most of the kids had quirks based on quirks (seeing quirks, stealing quirks, copying quirks, erasing quirks…) and are various ages. aizawa, monoma and midoriya were some of them, but aizawa got saved by his badass mother when he was still a kid, so he was already gone by the time midoriya and monoma came around. the two of them manage to escape while afo is still recovering from his fight with all might, and since monoma’s mother was killed by afo, he goes to live with midoriya and his mother. they go off the grid and run away from afo. in this au midoriya is quirkless, up until he meets all might and it goes as usual. umm could be from monoma’s pov, and include monoshin because that’s cute. basically after the sports festival, afo finds monoma again and in the summer camp they kidnap him instead of bakugou. (the reason why aizawa was never caught or taken back by afo is because he won the whole sports fest and became too famous/well protected to be easily stolen back - since monoma didn’t make the fight rounds, he’s a perfect target. afo only knew the kids by their quirks, he never actually met them, so he doesn’t realise that midoriya is one of his kids as well because mido has a quirk now.) anyway so after they kidnap monoma back, he and midoriya spill the beans to the ua faculty, aizawa has a midlife crisis over the fact that he now has younger siblings, and afo continues to be a dick who doesn’t pay child support.

just some sweets stuff as well:

Christmas cake: Japanese slang for an unmarried woman over 25 who is considered undesirable as a wife, in the same way that Christmas cakes are considered useless after Christmas Day.

Good thing for Jirou, she never cared much about being ‘desirable’ to the opposite sex anyway.

-> a momojirou story about jirou’s 26th birthday and momo reassuring her that she is the best gf ever, and that she loves her very much. pro hero gfs <3

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like. the trope of aizawa adopting shinsou? well what about instead… hawks adopting tokoyami?? maybe he comes from a super religious family and they tried to exorcise the ‘demon’ from him, protective services put him in the foster system, and he ends up with really shitty foster families, and his quirk is considered ‘dangerous.’ but then our boy hawks swoops in and goes ‘u know what? i’m not letting my intern get disrespected like this’ and adopts him. obviously hawks is still young himself (22 i think), so he’s not very good at the whole parenting thing, but miruko helps him out. he becomes an older brother figure for tokoyami. gen found family fluff ensues

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bEST JEANIST AS A TEENAGE FASHION ICON

thats it, thats the idea

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HAIKYUU AU - no quirks. just volleyball

so the ua boys volleyball team is on the rocks. its been pretty much non-existent and turned to dust at this point. but, it once own the nationals.

izuku’s mum runs this second hand / antique / trinket store, and izuku helps out sometimes. one day, he finds some old sports tapes in the back and watches them - they’re of the year when ua was at nationals, and their striker, yagi toshinori, inspires izuku to play volleyball.

bakugo is on the school team and he threatens / bullies izuku not to join, so izuku has to train on his own. he learns shitty technique, but he ends up building some muscle by clearing out the beach.

izuku gets into ua, and when he goes to apply for the volleyball team, ofc bakugo picks a fight. the other first-years who join the team are todoroki, kaminari, shinsou, kirishima, and iida. there aren’t any second years - they all got expelled - but mirio and tamaki are on the team as third years, and nejirou is the team manager. their teacher sponsor is a new teacher this year, and it’s left ambiguous. there’s the whole ‘get over ur differences if u want to join’ thing, and then woohoo! team!

turns out their teacher sponsor is aizawa. he drags in the now-retired-due-to-injury yagi toshinori to be the coach. when aizawa went to ua, the volleyball team was too small to go to any tournaments - he’s determined to turn it around and let these kids live their dreams.

some ‘canon? what’s that?’ ideas:

just a really wholesome story about inko and mitsuki being besties. met in middle school or something, supported each other through everything… just gals being the best of pals...

or i mean u could make it gay, that’s always an option (and have izuku and katsuki grow up as actual bros, and actually be friendly to one another? what a shocker) - like, the two of them get sperm donors and are pregnant at the same time so the kids can be twins or something. and ofc you’d expect katsuki to be closest to mitsuki and for inko to be closest to izuku, but then to make it a TWIST add some great bonding between inko + katsuki and mitsuki + izuku!! i’ve never really seen any mitsuki + izuku bonding in stories before, so that’d be pretty cool

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izuku gets hit by a villain’s quirk during a big villain attack when he’s 7, turning him part-cat. the villain dies during the attack, so they can’t erase his quirk’s effects - they’d have to surgically remove the ears and tail, or get an expensive quirk specialist in. izuku decides he likes being a nekomimi, so he keeps them and gets being part-cat officially registered as his quirk. he has better senses and agility, and he can talk to cats now i guess. also his eyes are cat eyes. he doesn’t pass the ua exam, so he goes into the general department instead, but he does really well in the sports festival and gets transferred into the hero course with shinsou. (this is all just because i need a valid excuse to make izuku have cat ears.)

some ‘future au’ ideas:

all of the pro heroes merch lines - deku’s ’t-shirt’ shirts, tokoyami’s edgy emo/goth hoodies, iida’s ingenium trainers, bakugou’s popping candy chocolate, todoroki’s own brand of scar cream, HAGAKURE’S CAMO COLLECTION OMG the possibilities are endless  

---i made hagakure’s camo for her bday drawing

(i use a strikethrough so i know which ideas i’ve used or posted anywhere. i think that once i put an idea on the internet, it’s probably free reign, so if you want to use any of these for fics or art go ahead. i’d just appreciate it is you could link back to me haha)

5 years after graduating from the General Studies department of UA, Hitoshi opened his own agency. As a private detective.

By the time he’s 25, he’s settled in and relatively comfortable with his career choice. So when his work phone rings one day and he’s still half-asleep he easily opens with, “Shinsou Detective Agency. Before you ask, I do not investigate cheating spouses or missing dogs and I do not screen potential employees for companies.” He paused. “I’ll investigate missing cats, though.”

The person on the other end took a harsh breath, like an almost-laugh, and responded gruffly, “Hm. Good to know if Jelly ever gets lost.”

-> aka shinsou is a PI and aizawa contacts him for help on a case. aizawa never sought out shinsou after the sports festival, being too busy with 1-a’s insane antics, and so shinsou went on to never become a hero. maybe he’s also a vigilante on the side? idk. anyway so yeah aizawa gives him temporary permission to use his quirk during the case. they investigate, blah blah, the point is that afterwards aizawa gets shinsou a licence and takes him on as a sidekick (the same way ingenium offered to koichi in vigilantes)

i have new ideas on the daily. this doc is just growing

keep in mind, i have given to you here only a few of the shortest ones. there are several huge paragraphs of full-au ideas (like where izuku has a quirk, and the entire story follows canon)

these are, ostensibly, ideas for fics that i never write because i’m lazy. but some of them i do end up using for art or comics, so... yeah. most of the comics i’ve posted were originally just little scripts in this doc. an example:

yamada and reformed!shirakumo are walking together, with coffees

shirakumo: so then i - oh, your phone’s wringing

(yamada’s ringtone is the nyancat song, and the contact name is ‘daddy’)

shirakumo: haha, you still call ur dad ‘daddy’? i thought you got over that in high school (taking a sip on the coffee)

yamada: (answering the phone, keeping eye contact with shirakumo) hey, shouta, what’s up?

shirakumo: (spits out coffee)

—- made this a comic on tumblr

damn this post is longer than i expected

whelp, i hope you liked it

[prismaticquartz]

So, new decade huh!

TIME TO GIVE SOME SHOUTOUTS TOO AAAAALL MY BITCHES THIS YEAAR YEEEEAA BABY!!!

(they’re under the cut since theres a lotta folks-)

@sol4r-eclips3

YES HELLO khkjlfshakljhLKJ- ok but fr suns I love you so goddamn much!!! When I first met you I really wanted to get to know you and be friends. You were and still are the funniest and rowdiest fuckin person I’ve met in a loong time!! And yet you’re so understanding and patient and honestly, there aren’t many people in the world like you, which makes me so happy that I found you. Tough, fiery, strong, funny and caring I love you more than words can describe! 

@nebulanudibranch

MY GOD you are such a sweetheart nebs you really are. Smart, sweet and so wonderful in so many ways. We have so much in common and that makes me feel a lot less alone in the world. When you joined the shit squad I never really knew what to make of you (PFFT I thought you were 17 for some reason and thought you were a compleTELY different person from quirky watercolors JHLKJDF), but meeting you again in shmeeps and in hell and other personal servers I really wanted to make a good impression!! And I really wanted to become closer! AND HOOLY SHIT DID THOSE DESIRES BECOME A REALITY AND I AM SO HAPPY  THEY DID HDSFGKAJ!!!! I love you man I do!!! you make me so happy you sweetie!!! I hope for the best of things for you in the future!!

@jackie-from-the-seafloor

*GRABS YOU* JHKJH ok but we have such a long history together nauti and I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. You’re such a vibrant and funny personality, you radiate such a vibrant and colorful prescience wherever you are and it lifts the mood of any conversation!! your art and stories are a majesty to behold and a testament to your colorful personality!! You’ve always been honest and dependable and there for me whenever I need you most.. and I can’t thank you enough for that. I love you my gay fish fillet!!!

@glitch-betch

dani devitoooooo you are a fantastic person to hang out with!!! Your stories and art have been getting better and better and better every time I lay my eyes on em!! You were there for me at a period of uncertainty.. I cut ties with my old friends and was unsure about the future.. but you, tony and simon helped me so much more than all 3 of you could ever even know. You’re funny and smart and just- a treasure to hang out with!!! I hope I can bring you the amount of joy that you brought me chick.. I love you!!! 

@jsab-fujii

hello :thot: you’d better not be surprised to see yourself here JHKLJF BUT ANYWAYS YEAH DUDE YOU’RE SICK AS FUCK!! You’ve always got my back and I promise I’ll always have yours!! You bring such a calming atmosphere everywhere you are and are a trustworthy and intelligent friend!! I can also confide in you to talk to about anything and you’ll listen and understand!! Thats something I really value!! You’re so chill and hjdhkajhdkj!!! you’re fuckin epic bro gosh bless,,,

@mother-of-thots-returns

EHE hi- I know we haven’t spoken all that much until recently, but honestly bro, you are a gem!!! An actual gem!! Your writing is superb, you’re one of the sweetest people on the face of the planet earth, you’re talented, charming, *COUGH* gorgeous, and you bring such a warm prescience and are overall just fantastic to talk to!!! From the moment we started chattin, I’ve been wanting to know more and more about you and become closer!! And I hope that we can in the new decade!! Love you mot, gosh bless,, 

@hexaforce678

YEAH YOU’RE ON HERE TOO LITTLE HEXAGON COME HERE- Since we met in shmeeps I’ve been interested in gettin to know you bro!! And I’m SO HAPPY I COULD YO!!! You’re a rabid feral knucklehead and I couldn’t be happier to have you around!!! And honestly bro, I’m super proud of your work with Out Of This World. I’m not much into jsab anymore, but you’ve done something not alot of people have done yet, took an idea, made a story and made it real!! Alot of peoples passion projects have been worked on for years and only some have really been released, but you? You’re crushin the game!!!! And thats a rare, sight!! And I’m so proud of you!!!! I hope for more attention to OOTW in the coming years bro!! (if ya start sellin merch tho you gotta give me 20% off cuz we’re friends :thot:

@natto-axolotl

HAHAAAH YOOOOU!!!! Before we added you to the group chat all we could talk about was how much of a delight you are!!! You’re talented, kind, funny and creative and we HAD to throw you in there!!! I know we’ve not known each other for long but I can tell that we’re only gonna become even better pals into the future!!!! Whenever you pop in everyone is always so happy to see you!! And why wouldn’t we be?? You’re amazing!!! And I hope that life will be even more amazing for you in the next decade!!! godspeed you funky axolotl,, godspeed,,

@myserbale

*SCREAMS AT YOU* I STILL CAN’T GET OVER THE FACT THAT I WAS ABLE TO MEET YOU IN THE FLESH!!!!!! Mys I still have those drawings you made hung up on my door and so long as I HAVE  a door they will STAY hanging there,, because getting to know you was a fuckeeen trIP!!! I see this breathtaking artist with an interesting jsab blog on my dash, give them a follow then I get a message from nipp saying they’re freaking out because they know about me too??? DUDE I WAS SCREAMING!!!! And even through some rough ass drama related shit you were always there to have mine and our friends back through it all!! All leading up to that magic day where I could give you a bear hug and wander around the museum with you!! Me and my dad couldn’t stop talking about that experience!! He said it was almost like we’ve known each other since kindergarten!!! I really hope to meet you again.. gosh bless Mys.. you funky man,, 

@charmed-wonder

Ahh yes the 8th wonder,,, You’ve done nothing but bring comfort and joy you funky mongoose. You’re super funny (and horrifyingly cryptic at times-) and sUUPER talented!! I’d absolutely adore hearing about your original stories n shit bro!!! And I’d love to be able to get to know you better and talk more!! And I hope we will in the new year!! You’re epic as fuck bro!!!!

@krys-lil-corner

Ah yes, the serotonin woman, right here right oon time. That my friend is my thought process everytime you enter a room!! Seeing how supportive you are of so many people?? Honestly I have no fucking clue how you do it?? Either way, I’m so happy to have been able to talk with you!!! I’ve seen you around for a long time, but actually talking with you was a delight!!! I hope that one day you’ll be given as much support for your original series and other creative projects as you’ve given me and so many others. You really deserve it!!

@4n4kin

YOUNG MAN- It’s been pretty tough, I recognize that, but I’m glad that I was able to get in contact with you!! I’ve actually known about you for some time!! But like with many people, I was nervous,, and really intimidated. But after getting to know you it’s been confirmed in my mind that you are actually a mASSIVE DORK!!! It makes me really happy to get a message checkin in on me every once and awhile!! It always reminds me that you do genuinely care!! I thank you so much for our conversations and I hope that we’ll have many more on the road ahead!! bless you!! 

@oddlyoglingowl @suna-bara

HEY MOM!! HEY DAD!! JHKJHSK- No but fr you two are actually such parent friends gosh bless- Hanging out in the server with you \two has been such a great time!! The minecraft shenanigans, the voice chat shenanigans and more have always been such memorable things to me and I thank you both so much!! Rose!! I’ve been so intimidated by you for the longest time and when we spoke my brain just lit on fire djhkjAHK- I was stoked to be friends with such a sweet and awesome creator!!! Playing minecraft with you that day was such a wonderful time!! I hope we can do it again sometime!! And yOU Lecter!! Your voice acting is sooo goood!!!! I’d really like to do something like a comic dub of some kind together!! That’d be fuckin epic!! You are such a lighthearted a goofy guy and I hope for more shenanigans to ensue!!!! 

HOOLY FUCK THAT TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR TO TYPE I NEED TO STOP JDFHLKAHFLKJASHFLKJ

There are a lot of people I missed here, but if I were to include everyone I’d be typing for another TWO hours hjfdslkjf- To everyone, friend, foe, or mutual.. thank you all so much for making this year what it’s been. From last November to present day I can say that I’ve been living in a golden age!! I’ve experienced things that I could have never DREAMED of experiencing before. All of this feels like life has rewarded me for pushing past the strife I’ve faced, the ignorance and ineptitude I held, and the knowledge and wisdom I’ve gained. Thank you so much to you all, these past months I will never EVER forget.. And thats a promise. To everyone, even those I don’t talk to as much, thank you for everything you’ve taught me, and for the memories you’ve gifted me. I love you all, each and every one of you. 

[cnchoebaby]

One Shot - Erick Brian Colon

A/n: This is for @girlbabyvelez ‘s writing challenge im posting a few minutes late im so so sorry i had to repost it 20 times im so sorry i hope its okayyhh. I had one shot by prettymuch i hope i did it justice, my lyric prompt is in bold <333 congragts bbyyyy ily and you deserve it and much more<333333

word count: 1508

warnings: slight smut

You laid there, his chest pressed against your back. His hand sitting on your hip, his fingers lightly drawing patterns on your hip, soothing you. Your bodies sticky with sweat from your previous actions, this was just a regular friday night you had with Erick. For the past few months he’d decided that you hadn’t been given enough attention from your boyfriend.

Your phone began to ring on bedside table beside you, picking it up you saw it was your boyfriend. You panicked, Erick looking over your shoulder and groaning when he saw who it was. You shushed him and answered the call.

“Hey Alex.” you said a little overly enthusiastic, as if a way to compensate for the situation.

“Hey y/n, are you home? I was gonna stop by an-”

“Oh I’m not home. I’m at, uhm, Melanie’s house.” Erick stifled a laugh. You gave his arm a shove, telling him to be quiet. He took this as a challenge.

Suddenly you felt Erick’s hand move from your hip down to your thigh. He began to softly stroke up and down, moving closer to your inner thigh. Slowly, he moved his hand between your legs. His fingers found their way to your clit having been there moments before. It took everything in you not you moan at his actions.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were seeing her today, okay, I’ll stop by and see you.”

“No,” You practically screamed through the phone. “Actually I’m about to leave soon, I’ll be home in about an hour.” As soon as you said this you felt his finger slide into you, he pumped in and out.

“Okay then, can I come over later? I miss you baby I feel like I don’t see you as much anymore.”

“Yeah, sure, I miss you too. Come over at 8.” As if almost to mock you, Erick added another finger. “Actually make that 9, um Melanie needs me to stay a little longer.”

“Alright, I can’t wait to see you. I’ll bring over some snacks and maybe we can watch a movie or something, okay?”

Erick quickened his pace, causing you to bite your lip to silence a whimper threatening to escape.

“Mmhm,” just to make things harder for you Erick began leaving open mouth kisses down your arm. “That sounds fine baby, I’ll see you then.”

“I love you y/n.”

And just like that, you couldn’t bare to hear those words while having Erick doing what he was doing. You move his hands away from you and sat at the edge of the bed, hearing Erick scoff.

“I love you too. Bye baby.” You hung up before hearing your boyfriend say bye back.

You heard Erick get off the bed and walk to the bathroom. He returned moments later with a pair of boxer shorts on and a disappointing look on his face.

“Im sorry Erick, I just-” you tried to find the right words. “I couldn’t hear him say ‘I love you’ while you, you know. It’s like my heart broke for him.”

“It’s been months y/n, when are you going to break up with him. Why won’t you just be with me and only me?”

A lump began to form in your throat. What were you supposed to say? Things were complicated. You had been with your boyfriend since you were fourteen, four years later and he was all you had known. That was until Erick came along. 

Throughout your relationship you and Alex had your ups and downs. Countless fights about him not giving you enough attention, or him constantly blowing you off for his douchebag friends. When you met Erick he quickly became your friend, a close confidant. You told him everything, your secrets, desires, troubles. He secretly began harboring feelings and one day, whilst you were in the middle of ranting about Alex, he just couldn’t take it anymore. He placed his hands on either side of your face and pulled you into a kiss. A kiss filled with more passion and electricity than you had felt in the past year and a half with your boyfriend.

“Erick you have to understand, I love you I do, but I love him too.”

“How do you expect me to believe that? You say you love me but every time you leave me you go back to him.” you could hear the hurt in his voice. “Am I not enough for you?”

“Of course you are. I-I just,” You didn’t know what to say. You did love Erick, and he had treated you better than you’d ever been treated.

“I know he knows about me y/n. Maybe he doesn’t know what we do but he knows. Why else would you lie and say you were at Melanie’s?”

You were caught. “Okay, so maybe he might suspect something. So what?” Erick let out a dry laugh.

“I bet you told 'em we were nothing, so why'd you tell me we were something?” 

You placed your hand on Erick’s cheek, looking into his bright green eyes. Your heart was aching, you could see the pain in his eyes. You tilted your head up and kissed his forehead.

“I gotta go, I love you.”

Getting up from the bed you gathered your clothes, picking up Ericks grey shirt along too and shrugged it on. You quickly finished getting dressed and left.

You drove home in silence trying to work out the situation in your head. On one hand you had your first love, your first everything. Although he wasn’t perfect you two had been through everything together. Alex had seen you through some low points and still been there. He was your best friend, your longest friend.

Then there was Erick, the man who made you forget about those four years the second you see him. The man who loved you, cared for you. Every single second being with him made you feel alive. Every kiss filled with passion. Every touch sending sparks throughout your body.

When you got home you still hadn’t made up your mind. You’d only been alone all of 30 minutes before you heard a loud knock on your door. You opened it to see the joyous face of your boyfriend. A pile of snacks in his hand, some of them almost falling. You let out a tiny laugh.

“A little help?” Alex chuckled.

You took a few things from his hands and walked to the living room, him following shortly behind you.

“So, I was thinking we could watch that new movie that Netflix has, the stand something.”

“Uh huh, sure.” you fake smiled.

Alex smiled and leaned over, placing a kiss on your lips. It was a quick peck, which was all you two had given each other lately. He grabbed the remote and began to put on the movie.

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The movie was already halfway over, Alex had laughed at a joke the main character had made but you hadn’t been paying attention. Alex noticed you we in your own thoughts.

“Hey,” he nudged your arm, “you okay?”

“We need to talk”

“Oh boy, this isn’t gonna end well, is it?” he laughed. When he saw the seriousness on your face, his smile dropped.

“Alex, I think we,” this was harder than you imagined. Another lump forming in your throat. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yes, and I love you too baby.”

“But I think, I think we’ve run our course.” He was about to interrupt you before you spoke again. “Just hear me out. I love you and I always will. You were my first everything and you’ll always have a special place in my heart. But I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep acting like I don’t deserve better. You’ve been so distant and I deserve more. I’m sorry.”

He just sat there. For a moment you were scared what his reaction was going to be.

“I’m sorry. You do deserve more.”

You two talked for a while, ending on a soft note. The first thing you did when he left was hopped into your car, speeding over to Ericks. You jumped out and ran to his door, knocking furiously.

It took him a second to open it, “Y/n, what are you doing here? Its 1am? Arent you supposed to be with Alex?”

You just smashed your lips into his. He was surprised at first but quickly kissed you back.

“Its you Erick. I choose you.”

He smile and picked you up, bringing you through the door, kissing you again, spinning you around. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize. I love you Erick, so much. So much that it hurts me. I haven’t felt like this in so long but its worth it, just to be with you.” 

“I don’t care how long it took, you’re here with me now, thats all that matters” he smiled and looked into your eyes. The amount of emotion in them made you feel safe, happy, loved.

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Hi guys! So I have a prompt idea, but I don’t know if it’s sth you’re interested in. I was thinking about David still being shy getting completely naked with Matteo and going “all the way”, but then it’s Matteo’s birthday on the weekend and he comes up with the idea of them going away together, maybe he asked Hannah for her grandma’s cottage, and Matteo being completely flabbergasted when David tells him that his present is basically all of David. Plus for lots of nervous but sweet fumbling :)

i really love this but i kind of changed it a little if thats okay? i don’t know if other people will agree with me but i feel like David has more top dysphoria than bottom dysphoria idk? 

ps. sorry this got so long? it also didn’t get crazy smutty? sorry?

It’s been two months now and David still gets butterflies. He still blushes whenever Matteo sends him good morning voice messages in his sexy husky morning voice that David honestly could get off on so easily. He’s honestly so happy with Matteo and wants to have everything he can with him. That’s why when it comes to this one thing it’s so important that he gets to do it right. 

They’ve had sex, only really a handful of times though and David is desperate for more but also nervous. He’s scared every time that if Matteo sees him completely naked he’ll be disgusted and maybe leave. He knows it’s a little irrational but it’s still a fear. He’s stopped sleeping over with him because he hasn’t been ready to take his binder off around Matteo and Matteo being perfect like he is had found out it’s unsafe to sleep in a binder and had told David he’d rather never sleep next to him again than be unsafe. David really wants to be ready and let Matteo see all of him but he just needs to find the right time. He knows once he gets over that hurdle it’ll be easier, he trusts Matteo enough to not do anything that will make him uncomfortable. 

He finds a time. Matteo’s birthday is coming up in two weeks and he has been trying to plan for them to get away and just have time for the two of them for a weekend. He understands that Matteo would prefer to have time alone or doing slow activities then partying in a large group of people. He talks to Hanna about borrowing her cabin that he’d only just found out about and she agrees, telling David he’s sweet for wanting to take his man away for a romantic weekend. He also makes her promise to not tell anyone because he knows half his friends are shite at keeping secrets. 

The two weeks fly by quickly and before he knows it he’s waking Matteo up at 5.20 in the morning on a Saturday and wrapping him in pretty much all of his jumpers to get on a bus up to the cabin. Matteo falls back asleep against David again but he really doesn’t mind, he spends the ride trying to draw without moving around too much. He wakes Matteo again when they get there, telling him he refuses to carry him and their bags. They’re staying to Tuesday afternoon so their bags are kind of full and heavy. 

It’s later when David decides he’s going to show everything to Matteo. He knew he was going to at some point this weekend but he didn’t expect the desire to hit him so early on. They’ve been making out for ages now, David on top of Matteo grinding steadily in his lap. He sits himself up and pulls his shirt off. Matteo’s hands trail down his sides, something that took him a while to be comfortable with but now he loves it. David leans back down to kiss Matteo before stopping to talk. He wants to let Matteo know what he wants to do before he does. 

“Baby.” He says to get his attention. “Hmm? Everything alright?” Matteo drags his hands back up David’s back. “Yeah just want to, shit.” David stops. He is usually confident in his words, happy to be open with Matteo but now he feels nervous and unsure. “Do we need to stop?” Matteo asks. “No no, I just want to do something but different. I want to take my binder off and wanted to talk about it first.” David says. Matteo doesn’t say anything at first, but he holds David closer to let him know he’s just trying to figure out words that will convey his thoughts properly. “If you’re ready then I’m not going to stop you, but I don’t want to do this just to make me happy.” 

“It’s a little for you but also for me. I want to be comfortable around you without it sometimes, it’ll make this stuff easier as well. Won’t hurt my chest then.” David grinds his hips down a little to emphasise that he’s talking about how sex makes his chest hurt because of how his breathing changes, something they have talked about before. “Okay, shit, okay. You should do it then if it’ll make things easier.” Matteo stops and grins a little cheekily, “Plus it would be really nice to get to see all of you.” He’s trying to tease to ease the tension and David really appreciates it, he wants to have Matteo look at him as well right now. 

David sits back up to get his binder off, something he knows is not going to be graceful because yes it’s a lifesaver but Jesus Christ it’s a pain in the ass to get off. He looks back at Matteo once he’s got it off and dropped it on the floor, he’s got his eyes closed which is really adorable. Like he’s waiting for David to tell him it’s okay. David just starts pushing his hand’s up under Matteo’s shirt, “It’s only fair if I’ve lost mine that you loose yours too.” Matteo opens his eyes now and David’s fear comes back in a quick flash through his body. “Wow,” Matteo says softly, “You’re so fucking hot. Shoulders? I’m dead, fuck me.” Matteo has got his signature ‘I’m turned on by what I’m looking at and I’m going to get what I want right now.’ look on and David really can’t help but kiss him hard. 

They’re really quick to loose all the rest of their clothes. Matteo spends time literally worshipping every inch of David’s body and he feels a little guilty because this was supposed to be for Matteo’s birthday but it feels like it’s his. He makes David come twice with his head between his thighs before David pushes him off and rides him until they’re both out of breath and can’t keep kissing through their sounds anymore. 

After they lay together for a few minutes before David goes to get up. “Hey no where are you going? Are you going to blow my mind with earth shattering sex then leave me?” Matteo whines after him. “No, I can’t leave anyways we agreed to four days here remember? I’m just going to get a shirt.” David explains, hoping Matteo won’t ask him to explain why. “Oh okay cool. Can you grab me a pair of undies too?” Matteo shrugs. David smiles because wow, it really is that simple with him.