#but idk holes in his plot i guess

[zomandfriends]

Orochimaru centric fic reccs?

Hi hi! I’d love to read some gen fic(as in little romance) for Orochimaru, or him and any of the Sannin if anyone has any suggestions? Mostly absolutely intrigued by the possibility of Sandaime washing his hands of Oro after the human experimentation... that he absolutely should’ve known were happening. I’ll write out some interesting plot musings later but it’s only been recently that I thought about his revenge on the Sandaime, working for Danzo/in Anbu, being left behind by his teammates etc. Just that descent into where he was in Shippuden, after being an upright ninja for the village for so long (I wanna see him snap, essentially.) Absolutely enjoy the thought that his relations with his teacher + Danzo were like: Executioner and Jury, with him taking the fall for the other two to remain in power. I’ll write my headcanons/plotty ideas eventually, but if anyone has reccs, I’m all ears

(also, someone wrote Anbu orochimaru and my brain is like making the connections with that seal on his tongue for a time or something and just OOGH plotty ideas on why the supposed “ninja uninterested in wars/fights” grew a grudge big enough to attack Konoha)

[hyperfixation-hideout]

So we're not getting rwby tell 2023

I knowwwww I saw that :'( like damn RT, stop working on a million side projects like the fairy tales series and arrowfell and just let us have the main show 😭 (I say this knowing it takes a ton of time and effort to put a volume together and I far prefer waiting a bit longer to crew members being overworked! Especially with how animators at RT have been treated in the past)

I just can't help but feel a little jilted somehow cause we all assumed "it'll be in 2022!" meant it'd be like, Jan-April 2022 at the latest and now they waited till RTX to tell us "sorry, one more year!" Wish they'd've told us when they knew tbh, corporate reasons be damned

And yes I am biased because every character arc I'm invested in right now is in Vacuo, and I'm terrified of a possible time skip brushing over everything they've set up for them. I want to have more faith that they won't do that, that they know how bad that would be for a litany of reasons I won't ramble about yet again... but given how the show's been written thus far, I can absolutely see them doing that for a surprise factor. I don't wanna wait till 2025 only to find "hey the merge happened offscreen 🙃" at least that'd be consistent with most of Oscar's other major plot points who said that?

[dilfkuza]

staring at my google docs as if itll make me actually pick something to work on faster lmao. at this rate ill be posting Sagawa content before im even finished editing my kazumaji fics

[cherrycrushes]

messy - oneshot (18+)!!

jschlatt x reader.

a/n: idk if its bc im ovulating or something but i have so many inappropriate thoughts in my head im so sorry guys but yeah this was inspired by a vid i saw on twitter ifykyk and also guys this literally doesnt have a plot its just straight up smut. this is my first time writinf this stuff so go easy on me please

your hips bucked against schlatt’s mutton chops. whines and pants of overstimulation filled the dark room. it was your fourth time cumming because of schlatt’s tongue. and it was about to be your fifth.

“f-fuck jay…”

you moaned out in a breath. this only egged on the man more. your plush thighs squeezing around his face as he held your legs open. he hummed at the taste of you, making a vibration you very much enjoyed.

despite the almost pleasureful numbing feeling between your legs, you could feel his pointed tongue circling your bud. he flicks his tongue back and forth between it and the space of your hole. he starts tracing his name, ensuring you knew the spelling.

j - you felt weaker than ever, like putty in schlatt’s hands.

s - a desperate whine came from you

c - you need to cum. badly.

h - you started hearing grunts from the man

l - a warmth bubbled up in you, desperate for an eruption

a - you’re sure schlatt has nutted in his briefs just from the taste of you judging from the noises hes made

t - you felt the same feeling of riding a steep rollercoaster that was on the edge of falling

t - waves of overwhelming hot pleasure rippled throughout your stomach and you pulled on schlatt’s hair, who was making eye contact with you

jschlatt laps up the clear-ish white nectar that came from you. he gets up from kneeling as you heard some bones cracking. in your view was a wet spot on his underwear.

“oh honey,” you panted. “you got a little something there.”

on his mutton chops was leftovers of your juice,

“i guess i got kinda messy toots,” schlatt lowly chuckles.

[salaciousdoll]

Giving erwin head seems like a dream to you especially while he watches your sextape featuring the men of your dreams

· · " Says It Feels Like Heaven To Him" · ·

･˳ . ⋆ Featuring Professor! Erwin Smith with Guest Appearances of Levi Ackerman, Miche(Mike)Zacharias, Nile Dok ( even threw in a little Zeke and Eren Kruger for a second) x Fem! T.A. Reader･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings: Smut, fivesome( just in the video), Apple Vision hasn’t come out yet so work with me here on the little research I did, Erwin is rich, double penetration in both and one hole, fucked dumb, deep throating, oral ( m receiving while watch the video on the Vision Pro), aot au/ modern au, sloppy top for Erwin cause he deserves it, I think this has plot, idk, spit roasting, pet names, big praise kink, some degradation here and there, I may make another one with Zeke and eren Kruger( don’t know yet, throat bulge, big and heavy cock Erwin, tears( dacryphillia), Levi being a mean and nice Dom, black reader in mind but anyone can read, Dom Erwin, chubby reader, may be considered dc, first time writing for him so he may be ooc, overall nasty nasty stuff

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Word Count: 3.7k

18+, Minors do not interact

Credit for art in header

Psa: the italics is the video playing on the Apple vision pro headset

With the void, black space and sparkling little dots in the sky, you traveled home in your car listening to the radio play hits of the month. Tonight was heavenly for you, you loved hot summer nights ever since you were a kid, don’t even get you started on spring or fall nights. Summer nights were filled with people walking on the sidewalks talking with their friends, relatives, and partners. They were filled with loud music blaring from bars, clubs, and people sitting in their cars.

As you drove to your professor's house as his T.A., You passed lots of entertainment and that made you smile so much. You couldn’t wait to collect the test answers so you could grade your students' tests. You wanted to be able to enjoy this adolescent night. You were planning to go to a restaurant that stays open until 4 am with your friends since they needed to catch up with you. All you need is the test answers and then you’re set, probably should be finished by 12:30 am. Your friends should be coming out of the club by 2:30 am, so you’ll even have time to shower and get ready. You all decided to pull an all-nighter because you missed the days when you used to do it.

You passed a few big houses before you made it to his large house, the house always brings up memories you held deep inside of your memory. Memories that you shared with 4 other men including Erwin Smith. You stopped your car and got out after turning the headlights off. Your keys jiggled and moved as you walked up to his door proudly with a small smile on your face. Once you made it to the double entry wrought iron doors that stood taller than you. You have no idea how he could afford this but you had a guess in mind since he wears a lot of expensive tailored suits to work.

You pushed the doorbell, rocking back and forth to calm your nerves of being here again. You haven’t been here in a month, couldn’t face them outside of work. You were glad you only got to see Erwin instead of Levi, Who was in the same department as Erwin but had a different subject— which was Writing while Erwin had History. Miche was in the art department while Nile was in the science department with Hange. Hange, a person you wished you could’ve had there as well since you’ve always eyed them.

You rang it again before deciding to knock on the door when you didn’t hear an answer. You moved to the side and peaked through the glass to see if you saw anyone and you didn’t. So you stood there for a minute until you decided to just go in. You twisted the doorknob and it opened, it was almost like someone left it open for you. Erwin definitely did because he always used to say let him know when you’re on your way and you did, only two hours ago. You shrugged your shoulders and walked inside— closing the door softly, avoiding the slam the door always did when you used to come here freely.

You walked to the entrance of his living room and heard his groans loud and clear. He was too occupied in pleasuring himself out in the open to even realize the door bell had rang. He had on the new Apple vision pro vr headset and the noise coming from them was so lewd that you were speechless. You could hear it from where you were standing, so you slowly put your purse/bag on the table an arm length next to you and slowly walked to him.

Once you got closer to Erwin, you heard the slick noises of him stroking his dick up and down with , from the smell of it, strawberry lube you brought over here from the last time you were here. He kept it with him and you wanted to know why, soon you will find out. Just as you were about to speak, you heard your voice speak from the headset in a needy tone.

“ Fu-ah-ck~!! I can’t take it anymore Miche, please please please.” Your moans were so pretty and you almost wanted to pat yourself on the back from how pornographic they sound. You slowly walked around the couch and stood on the edge of it looking directly at Erwin.

“ shit! Welcome, Miss { reader’s last name}. Your…”. Erwin was stuck when his dick pumped in excitement in his hand. You didn’t know if the excitement was from the video, the adrenaline of being caught, or from your stare on him. His body was sweaty and you could tell he’s been at this for a minute now because of the smell of strawberry and cum around him. The saltine air was doing something to your senses and it went straight to your now tingling pussy.

“ Is this how you greet all your past T.A.’s, Mr.Smith. If so I’ll begin to think of you as a horny pervert. Wouldn’t want that now would cha’?”. Your whispering was getting to him as you now noticed he paused the video with his finger pressing into the air. “ How can you even see out of those? Hmm, wanna give me an explanation as to how that is and what I just walked in on.” Your voice was so alluring to him, it didn’t matter if you had a gruff velvet tone or soft tone, he loved hearing your voice.

Erwin showed you his small smile as he began to talk again after searching for his voice for about 5 seconds, “ I would gladly explain this futuristic device to you later, miss { readers last name} but I’m a little preoccupied with trying it out right now. If you’re looking for the test answers, they’re in my office down the hall. Specifically on the desk.” He then lifted the device off his eyes, setting it on top of his blonde, unruly hair. Sweat built upon his forehead as the lines from the device formed on his red face making him, surprisingly, look very enticing to you.

You looked back at the hall he pointed to prior to looking back at him with low eyes, “ They’ll have to wait for now. After all, we have a three day weekend starting tonight, so why don’t I show my appreciation to Professor Smith. Put back on that VR set, sir. Want you to focus on that video and that video only.”

He almost let out a low groan at the pet name he so desperately loved, especially when you called him that. School or not, he’s always gonna feel something when you call him that. You slowly took off your top as he slid the car set back on his face. After your top came off, your bra followed— gently falling to the floor. You walked up to Erwin and slowly got on your knees in front of him. His cocked open legs were so thick and muscled, you were planning on riding them sometime in your life, maybe tonight. Who knows. You trailed your acrylic nails up his thighs— dragging them close to his trimmed pubic hairs. You watched as he bit back a moan and as his dick jumped against his lower stomach. The red angry tip was having a stare off with you and you were winning because of his twitching.

Your knees hurt on the carpet but you were gonna ignore it for now. You wanted his cock in your mouth and you were gonna get him in your mouth. You tried to enclose your right hand on his dick, but it didn’t fit around the entirety of his cock. Thick fingers trying so hard to wrap around his thick abnormal dick, you then pressed his tip on your lips giving him a little peck prior to rubbing his wet tip across the lower half of your face. You wanted this to be messy and you were gonna get it even if he was caught by surprise when you did that.

Erwin was bigger than Levi and close in length to miche whilst being close to Nile in girth. You could tell he started the video over because you heard your whimpers which meant you were being teased by Levi.

“ How long have you dreamed of this, little girl? I’m sure you even day dreamed about being used like a little slut by us. Such a shame really. Such a pretty little shame.”, Levi says on the video. Erwin watched on the big screen he had on his Vr set. He was so glad he got this VR set because he could watch this video in 3d with a fake background of the ocean.

He watched your eyes look up in a squint as you looked at Levi, “ I’m not a little girl. So don’t call me- hnngn.” Two fingers were placed inside of your pussy by Levi who looked at you with low sharp eyes, “ what was that? Couldn’t hear you over you being a slut for my fingers.” The camera panned to Miche, Nile, And Erwin before he set the camera up on the tall night stand in his room.

Erwin moved next to you to plant his kiss on your buttercream scent lips as Miche whistled at Levi words, “ Come on, Levi. You gotta give the girl credit for seducing each one of us with those pretty brown eyes of hers. Eyes that told stories without talking, we’re now experiencing another story of hers.” Leave it to Miche Zacharias to bring his perception into this, reasons why he’s an art teacher.

You, on the other hand, took the tip of his cock in your mouth causing him to let out a low moan. The way your lips instantly lock on his dick should be awarded. The sucking sounds from you was enough to cause him to put down the VR, but he’ll never be able to get to his favorite part if he does.

Erwin's body shuddered when he heard your pleas in the video and felt your lips swallow more of his dick in your wet, hot mouth. You almost vomited on his dick, but you controlled your breathing and throat to take him in completely. Both of your hands were now on the lower part of his cock as spit slowly glided down his dick and onto your hands. Erwin held your head in one of his hands as he tried so hard to keep his eyes on the screen like you said.

The convulsing of your throat was enough to make him want to snap his hips up, but he resisted and let you take control, just this once.

“ Ummph, your dick is stretching me, Nile. Pl-”, you moaned as he slid inside of your wet pussy with the help of miche holding your legs open from underneath you. Levi let a small smirk display in his face in the video. Erwin just now noticed that little smirk and he was so gonna tease Levi for it later but right now your moans plus your lips wrapped around his cock was the only thing on his mind.

“ Ease up a little, Nile and Mike. Don’t want my little TA to call off work just because we broke her.”, Erwin said as he played with your pretty nipples in a clockwise motion making you squirm even more. Levi stroked himself on the side of you while sucking on your neck. Nile was too busy trying not to cum because of the way you were squeezing around his dick, “ Looks like she needs to ease up on me before my dick breaks. She’s fucking tight. So please, sweetheart. Ease up for me, will ya’ ?” Nile held your face in between his hands— looking directly in your eyes.

You couldn’t even think straight because of the fullness you were feeling in both holes. They complimented each other all too well, but you got pulled out of your daze when you felt a kiss on your mouth from a different man. The man in front of you, Nile. His kiss was ruff but a little passionate which suddenly made you loosen up around his dick causing him to move back and forth with ease. Miche groan loudly when you convulsed your other hole around his long cock, “ Fuck, pretty girl. You’re treating my dick so well.” His deep baritone voice sent shivers down your horny spine and you couldn’t do anything but moan, loudly too.

Levi rolled his eyes when he heard you repeating curse words with a whine laced in your whimpers, “ Erwin shut her up before I do it.” He was such a mean Dom and you loved it. Nile and Miche shared a choked moan and groan because you tightened around them at the same time when you heard what he said. Erwin chuckled and turned your head to his standing cock, “ Come on, my princess. Don’t wanna upset him any further now, do we?” His tone was chilling, almost like a threat and you loved it. Erwin took his cock in his hand and tapped your plump lips, “ Open up wide for me, darling. Want you to open up nice and wide for me.” You looked up at him through your lashes as your body thrashed up and down due to Nile and Mike’s movements. They were so in sync with each other as you parted your lips as you could go. Next sounds that were heard were your slurpy moans and the moans of all the men around you as you pleasured them.

Levi was in love with the way you twisted your hand around his cock, “ such a pretty view to see you filled up in all of your holes. Shit! Your fucking hands are working me so perfectly. Being such a good girl right now, baby. Keep it up for me, got that?” Your moans on Erwin’s dick told everyone everything they needed to know. You were gonna be a good girl for them after all.

Erwin couldn’t handle the way your head bobbed up and down on his cock with ease now. Your throat warmed up to him and he couldn’t be more proud of you. You were struggling to take him in the video but now here— it’s like you were a new person or spirit. He loved every second of it, paying attention to the dick sucking sounds you made as you devoured him. “ Mmm” and “ hmm” were heard all around his living room. Teary eyes was something he saw after rolling his eyes to the back of his head in pure lightness. He looked down at you slurping his cock up like you were drinking out a small straw with a thick ass milkshake.

Erwin reached to the top of your head, setting a shaky palm just over your hairstyle, “ May I?” You bobbed your head up and down to answer his question and he sequenced after moving whatever hairstyle you had in your hair out from your eyes, so you can really see. One of the small things you noticed about Erwin compared to the others is that he knows the boundaries and doesn’t over step them without thinking about it. Bare minimum? Yes.

He tasted so good in your mouth, salt with a small hint of used cum. You couldn’t describe it exactly but you knew his dick had just the right flavor to openly want to suck his dick up the way you’re doing it right now. Hollowing your cheeks caused him to spring up and try to knock his knees together but you scratched at his stomach letting him know to sit down and take it like he told you plenty of time on his desk, bed, etc. “ Ah, Ah, swee-sweetheart, I’m going to cum soon if you keep doing - oahh- that.” Erwin was never this vocal before and he needed to start being this vocal because now one of your hands dropped from his dick— moving down to your undergarment. You rubbed yourself in slow circles feeling the wetness spreading on your fingers like it was honey.

You removed your other hand and dropped that one to his balls to play with them in a soothing but pleasuring way. Your moans were getting louder on the screen and off the screen. It wasn’t just only your moans though, Erwin’s moans were off screen. He was enjoying himself too much and honestly he didn’t care. He was mouth drunk in a sense. Could wait for it to end no matter what. He didn’t want this memory to end at all. Miche was right, you were a part of the memories he had to reminisce about when he gets older and wither away like all older people do.

The sounds of gagging were heard when your mouth moved further down his cock up until the little blonde hair on his pelvis. Your moans from playing with yourself were stuffed so good with his cock deep down your throat. “ fuck! Sweet girl, your mouth and hands feel so good. So. Damn. Amazing. Keep going for me, my sweet doll.”

The video now showed you now taking him and Levi inside of your pussy together. Your screams of pleasure were one for Erwin’s history books. “ Fuck, she’s fucking swallowing my dick right now. Erwin you choose the right one to be your damn T.A.” Erwin chuckled as he focused on holding your thighs— you were in the cowgirl position on top of him.

“ You should see her face taking both of us right now, Levi. So damn beautiful.” Erwin kissed your neck wrapping both of his arms around you— Levi wrapped his arms around your arms pulling your upper body up a little bit, “ beautiful huh? Maybe Mike or Nile could take a picture and send it to Eren Kruger and Zeke, let them know what they’re missing.” Tears fell down your eyelashes as they battered their dicks inside of you with soft little kisses from Erwin to comfort you even more than you already felt.

Miche chuckled with his head tilted back before getting up to come hold your chubby face in between his big hands, “ such a beauty indeed. Even more beautiful with a fucked out expression on your face. Such a pity they couldn’t come, huh.” Nile came up beside him, both with their dick standing on full hard, “ I’ll take the picture only for me, then two don’t deserve to see this masterpiece of a woman, isn’t that right my little bunny?” Just then Erwin snapped his hips up as Levi followed after, both spilling inside of you as your mouth fell into a silent O as you came on their cocks— That silent O soon got filled with a thick tip of Mike’s dick.

“ God, I wish you could see how pretty you look right now. Gonna- mmph.” Erwin groans turned into moans when you let out a little moan against the sensitive part on his dick, his veins. The video stopped and you notice he snatched off his Apple Vision Pro headset and grabbed your head to make you engulf all of his dick without any room to breathe. Erwin grabbed your throat to feel his bulge against it and nothing could ever satisfy him the way your throat bulge did. You stayed where you were until you felt thick salty fluid in your mouth. You had no choice but to swallow all of his cum inside of your gagging mouth. Small Snot flowing down your nose with Spit and the rest of his cum you couldn’t swallow flowed down this dick to his ass. “ Holy shit! Fuck, m gonna cum in that pretty little mouth, don’t run. Don’t run. Breathe through your nose for me….” And you did to which he responded with a lazy smile after he came down from his high, “ good girl. Such a good little slut for me.”

He let you go when you tapped his thigh and you automatically lifted your throat off his cock, coughing a little prior to a small smile displaying on your face, “ Next time, could you do that during the intercourse. I liked it, especially if it’s from you.” Erwin body slumped against the back of his couch as he peered down at you with low blue eyes, “ You’re so pretty. I need you to say it back to me, pretty girl.” You didn’t know where the serge of affirmation came from, but you were living for it as you looked at him like he was the only man in the world. Little did you know, you were always the only woman in his world.

“ I’m pretty— your pretty girl.” Your voice was so low and he knew it was because of his dick. Erwin pulled you up by your hands, kissing them. He then pulled you down on top of him and kissed you on the mouth, “ Yes, my pretty little butterfly. Thank you for giving me the best I ever had …. Now about those test answers?” He lifted up his eyebrow at you. Somehow, you had forgotten about them because your jaw hurt. You’ll have to grade tomorrow and make sure the girls make it back safely. You’ll have to reschedule everything all because of Mr.eyebrows with the big dick chuckling at you waving your hand whilst laying on his chest.

Tagging: @shunsuist @simpingfor-wakasa @happygoluckyalexis @mastermindenoshimaalicia @emomanswhore @honeybleed @angelshub

[frudoo]

A Moth Into Flame — Simon “Ghost” Riley

Y’all… this one is sloppy and kinda lazy??? Idk I had a plan but then it kinda crumbled. If there are plot holes or it just doesn’t make sense… it is what it is LMAO. 🫶

Warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, unprotected PIV, creampie, Simon giving poor reader whiplash but she’s fine with it I guess

MDNI

You can smell his cologne even over the pungent aroma of your whiskey, and you suddenly wish that you had just stayed home. Your body tenses at the sound of those all-too-familiar combat boots hitting the floor. He doesn’t allow himself to be heard unless he wants to make his presence known—he always has been deliberate. You feel the unmistakable coarseness of his hands resting themselves on your shoulders before gently grazing their way down your bare arms. You try to hide the shudder that runs through your body, but he sees. He always sees.

“Save a seat f’you,” he whispers, his voice a soft breath against the shell of your ear.

He trails his hand down the curve of your spine to give your ass a firm squeeze, and as quickly as he had approached, he’s gone. You choke down the rest of your whiskey quickly, ignoring the searing burn it leaves in your esophagus. Your eyes scan the bar for the large, imposing figure you’ve grown to know far too well before finding him in the round booth near the back. He’s with his mates, of course, the ones he never lets you say hello to before he’s pulling you out of the bar and taking you back to his apartment.

Those deep molasses eyes beckon you over without having to say a word. Yeah, you should’ve stayed home, because you know exactly how this night is going to end.

Silently you approach, grimacing at the feeling of the cracked red leather of the booth scratching the backs of your thighs as you slid in beside Simon. He wasn’t having that. A strong tattooed arm wraps itself around your waist and pulls you onto his lap. His mitts unashamedly squeeze your supple tits before ultimately resting on your waist. You jab him in the gut with your elbow, but he only gives you an amused grunt in response.

“Finally lettin’ us meet yer lass, LT?” The mohawked man raises an eyebrow, sucking his teeth as he looks you over. “She’s bonnie.”

Simon shrugs, tilting his head to press a kiss to the side of your face through his mask. Despite the fact that the guy had been looking at you like a piece of meat, there was something charming about him, blue eyes holding a boyish innocence, but the smirk he wears gives away his true nature. There’s something captivating about all of the roguish men, but none quite as… alluring as the enigma whose lap you sit on.

The other two men say nothing about your presence and instead shift the conversation back to something you can’t understand. Not that you’d be able to focus, anyway, with the way Simon’s grasping your hips to move you over slightly when he wants to take a drink or add something to the discussion. His hands are so warm that you can feel it through the thin fabric of your dress, and it excites you more than you’d like to admit. You know what those hands can do.

He’s distracted, taken a break from tormenting you with those gentle touches, but it doesn’t help the white-hot desire that’s been building up in your belly, fogging up your head. To go from too much attention to too little won’t do at all. You can beat him at his own game.

You pretend to listen to whatever the bearded man with the weird hat is saying, not looking to draw any attention to yourself—at least, not from anyone other than Simon. You reach forward to grab a pretzel from the bowl on the table, pushing your ass back to deliberately rub against his crotch. He grunts and gives your hip a squeeze, a warning. Bingo. You feign ignorance and lean forward again, this time rolling your hips to add some more friction.

Simon tugs on the ends of your hair to tip your head back, a threatening undertone in his murmur.

“Playin’ a dangerous game there, bird.”

You snicker, giving another grind of your ass against his growing erection—pouring gasoline onto the fire. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips almost painfully, and his bark is a little sharper now, more akin to a bite.

“Fuckin’ quit it.”

A moth into flame.

“Make me.”

That’s all it takes before you’re forced out of the booth, his large hand splayed across your lower back as he ushers you through the crowd, toward the bathroom. You turn to look at his mates over your shoulder, and the one in the ball cap gives you a cheeky wink right before the door slams shut and the only thing in your view is Simon with his balaclava pulled up just above his nose. Without warning, he slams your back against the wall and kisses you with a fervor you’ve only felt in more private areas with him. You moan against his lips, moving to wrap your arms around his neck, but he’s quicker, pinning your wrists above your head to keep you in place.

“Gonna teach y’some bloody manners,” he grumbles against your skin, nipping his way down your jawline and neck. “I like my pets domesticated.”

You gasp as he delivers a particularly harsh bite right to the middle of your throat, spit-slick tongue scalding against the wound. It’ll leave a nasty bruise but you couldn’t care less, clenching your thighs together in an attempt to get some much-needed friction. Simon tuts, briefly nibbling on your lobe before muttering into your ear.

“Spread ‘em.”

A simple command, but you scramble to obey, a soft whine escaping your parted lips. He’s quick to move his free hand down your stomach and between your thighs, cupping your mound roughly. You buck your hips, clothed clit rubbing right up against the heel of his palm. He groans, releasing your wrists to cusp your jaw instead.

“Knickers are fuckin’ soaked, lovie. All f’me?” His dark eyes bore into your own, fingernails leaving creases in the flesh of your cheek.

“All for you,” you reply breathlessly, grabbing onto his biceps to brace yourself for what comes next.

Simon pushes your panties aside and swipes the tip of his middle finger through your slit to collect the sticky dew of your arousal. He circles your clit a few times before teasing your entrance. He swirls his fingertip before pushing inside, all the way to the knuckle. He huffs amusedly at the mewl you let out.

“Mm, she’s droolin’ f’me, baby,” he whispers, his other hand cupping the back of your head and pulling you in for another kiss.

Without warning, he slips another finger inside, curling them to hit that sweet spot perfectly. You let out a keen moan and tilt your head back, too absorbed in pleasure to acknowledge the dull pain that comes when you hit the wall. Simon smiles, licking the tip of your nose teasingly.

“Tha’s the spot,” Simon coos, mouth falling open in the same fashion as yours.

His eyes never leave your face, transfixed on every twitch of your eyebrows and quiver of your lips. He’d argue that he’s more drunk on you than the whiskey he’d been enjoying just a few minutes ago. He pumps his fingers quicker, harder, attacking your neck with more soft kisses and nips. He chuckles when he feels your gummy walls clamping onto his fingers, your nails digging into the flesh of his biceps and leaving half-moons as a result. Simon doesn’t mind.

“Y’close, baby?” He hums, pulling away from your neck to press his forehead against yours.

“Y-yeah,” you pant, opening your eyes to stare into his, deep, dark with desire and burning with passion.

“Cum f’me,” he whispers, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and massaging your g-spot in mind-numbing thrusts of those thick fingers. “There y’go, lovie, squeeze m’fingers jus’ like tha’.”

Simon moans alongside you as you reach your peak, lips curling into a pleased smirk. The second he feels your walls ease up he pulls his fingers out, causing a whine to slip out of your throat. He clicks his tongue, fingertips wrapping around your throat and squeezing gently.

“On your knees.”

You do as he says, glazed eyes just barely making out the sight of his veiny hands unbuckling his belt. Simon pulls his cock free of its confines, hissing at the sensation of cold air hitting the sensitive skin. His tip is an angry fuschia, dripping rich pearls of precum, and fuck—he must have been just as desperate as you. You’re still in a daze from the blinding ecstasy he put you through, staring at his pretty dick with your hands resting in your lap. He cocks an eyebrow beneath his mask, snapping his fingers at you.

“Well? Y’wanted this fuckin’ cock so bad, so suck it,” he spits, pulling your hair into a messy ponytail and guiding your head towards his throbbing erection.

Pulled out of your hazy state, you stick out your tongue the way you know he loves, grabbing the base of his dick and pulling down the thin layer of foreskin to reveal the thick crown beneath. You smack the tip against the middle of your tongue, moaning in unison with its owner as you stare up at him through fluttering lashes. Simon looks so fucking good like this—one hand tangled in your hair, the other bracing himself on the cool wall behind you. Unable to resist any longer, you wrap your lips around the tip and suckle softly, swiping your tongue through the slit to collect all of that delicious, salty precum.

“Oh, hell yeah,” Simon grunts, chin falling to rest right above his clavicle, drooping eyes focusing on your own. “Always take me so well.”

You smile the best you can with your mouth full, resting your hands on his muscular thighs before taking him deeper. You’re always surprised by his girth no matter how many times you hook up—such a fat cock that your lips have to stretch almost painfully to accommodate. He grunts as you flatten your tongue on the bottom of his dick, massaging the bulging vein and hollowing your cheeks for better suction. One of your hands moves up to cup his balls in your palm, gently squeezing. He shudders and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth; he’s already so close.

“Enough,” Simon pants, tightening his grip on your hair and carefully pulling your mouth off of his cock with a wet pop. “Fuck. What the ‘ell are you doin’ t’me, woman?”

You smile as he cups your cheeks in his hands, pulling you in for a feverish kiss. His tongue prods your mouth, running across your teeth and tongue and everywhere he can reach. Then, he stops, giving your ass a sharp smack.

“Turn around and bend over tha’ sink,” he instructs breathlessly, before deciding that would take too long, instead grabbing your hips and manhandling you into position.

You barely get any warning before he’s shoving your dress up to your waist and tearing off your panties. You gasp and turn to glare at him over your shoulder, but he’s already pocketing the ruined fabric.

“M’sorry, lovie. I’ll buy a new pair f’you… ‘ell, I’ll buy anythin’ y’want. Jus’ let me… ah fuck!” Simon throws his head back as he slides to the hilt inside of you in one blissful, searing stroke.

“Fuck!” You whimper, the painful stretch of your cunt struggling to suck him in causing you to hold onto the cold porcelain for dear life.

Simon wastes no time before starting to pump in and out slowly, giving you just a pinch of time to adjust. Then he takes hold of your hips and ruts into you with reckless abandon, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood trying to stifle his moans. You’re not so careful about your volume, squealing and babbling with every thrust he deals. He grunts, moving one hand to cover your mouth, pulling you back into his chest.

“Tha’ whore mouth o’yours is gonna get us in trouble,” he grumbles through gritted teeth though makes no effort to let up on his devastating thrusts.

“Drive me bloody fuckin’ insane, y’know tha’? Perfect, pretty baby, no fuckin’ good f’me.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the fat tip of his cock kisses your sweet spot with perfect precision. Every stroke, every whisper, every smack of his hips against your ass has you seeing stars. You can feel the mascara and sweat dripping down your face, and you get the feeling that your hair looks just as fucked. You turn your head to look at yourself in the mirror, wiping away the fog to watch as Simon fucks you absolutely stupid. You meet his gaze in the reflection and he snickers, pulling the straps of your dress down so that your tits spill out from the fabric.

“Yeah, y’know you’re fuckin’ sexy,” he mutters, alternating between roughly palming at your breasts and tweaking your pert nipples. “Such a hot mess f’me.”

You’re dangerously close, teetering on the edge of that earth-shattering euphoria, and you know that Simon knows—that’s why you let out a defeated sob when he pulls out of you completely, leaving your pussy to clench around the newfound emptiness.

“W-why did you-?”

“Haven’t learned your lesson yet, bird,” he sniffs, grabbing a handful of your disheveled hair and tugging your head backwards so that his lips meet your ear. “Apologize for teasin’ me in front o’my mates like tha’.”

“Simon, please,” you beg, hot tears streaming down your rosy cheeks.

Simon tuts, giving your ass a couple of sharp smacks. You yelp, body jolting forward with each painful contact.

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry!” You whine, fingertips prying at the sink as he glides the head of his cock through your glistening folds.

“For wha’?” He kisses his way down your neck, giving both nipples a rough pinch.

“For teasing you in- in front of your friends,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as his tip catches on the hood of your puffy clit.

“There’s m’good girl,” he purrs, running his hands down to your waist and giving it a soft squeeze. “Next time y’act up like tha’, you’re not gettin’ off this easy.”

“Please make me cum,” your bottom lip quivers as your eyes meet in the mirror once again, desperate for him to tame the fire he’s ignited in your belly and heart.

“Turn back around,” Simon whispers, stepping back to give you room to obey. “Wanna see tha’ pretty face when y’do.”

You turn to face him and wrap your arms around his neck, gasping softly as he cups your bottom in his hands, hoisting you up. He presses your back to the wall with your legs around his waist and kisses you again, but it’s much more tender than the previous ones. He gasps into your mouth as he pushes inside of you again, hands still firmly on your ass to keep you secure as he builds up a pace once more.

“Fuckin’ love you, y’know tha’?” He murmurs against your lips between kisses, his groans turning into softer moans as he gets closer to his climax. “Never jus’ a bloody hookup t’me.”

“S-Simon-” you furrow your eyebrows, pulling back to look at him, shocked by his confession.

“M’sick of actin’—shit—like this is jus’ a good fuck. We both know it’s no’,” he heaves, lewd wet sounds bouncing off the walls as he quickens his pace. “No more fuckin’ lyin’. You’re mine.”

The back of your head falls against the hard wall as you feel the coil in your tummy about to snap, walls contracting around his cock so tightly, like they’re trying to force him out.

“There y’go, pretty baby. Cum f’me, yeah? Fuck, please cum f’me. Cum on my cock, lovie, y’can do it.”

That’s all it takes before you’re crying out his name, your entire body feeling weightless and whole all at the same time. You think that Simon’s moans might be louder than your own, whimpering into your ear and you swear that you heard a sob right before he came. He holds himself deep inside of you as ropes of hot, thick semen fill your womb, refusing to move until the air finally settles between the two of you. He presses his forehead against yours once again, honeyed brown eyes staring into your glossy ones.

“I meant tha’. Every bloody word,” he admits, nuzzling his nose against your sweaty cheek. “You’re m’girl.”

Simon carefully pulls out of you with a gross squelch, helping you back onto your feet. He repositions your straps so that your breasts are in place and covered once again, as you tuck his softening cock back into his pants and buckle his belt. He cups your face in his hands and grins softly, wiping away the black-stained tears on your face with his thumbs.

“Come home with me tonight?” You ask gently, leaning into his touch.

“Always.”

[star-suh]

not-so-opposites attract

na jaemin x male reader

cw: some bit of chest worshipping, nipple play, rough sex, enemies with benefits, porn with no plot, breeding, a sparkle of dacryphilia, kinda 3rd person pov at the final sentence.

an: this was rushed and short, idk what i did but i love jaemin and his chest so….

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everyone knew m/n and jaemin were mortal enemies since day 1 at university, they're both smart and started to compete against each other to always be the first. bit not everyone knew that they been fucking behind doors like bunnies. it all started in one of they usual bickering "aww does baby y/n gonna cry again for not being the number 1 again" mocked jaemin, "shut the fuck up stupid asshole, I will never gonna cry for something related to you… you can't make me cry dumbfuck" replied y/n angrily… "I'm sure I can make you cry dumbo" jaemin said while pushing y/n's shoulder to the back, "bet" said y/n with a mocking smile.

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"come on, don't hold back those pretty tears y/n, let them out" jaemin teases y/n while pounding hard his ass. y/n was doing everything that has never been done before to don't cry and hold back his moans, but it was impossible with jaemin's big dick brushing his prostate, making him roll his eyes for the delicious sensation…

y/n decided to just give into the pleasure and just enjoy the exciting sight he has in front of him. "yes, that's a good boy" jaemin kissed and licked y/n's tears and the kisses him "fuck it jaemin, fuck me hard and deep, make me cry for the pleasure" y/n demanded and jeamin decided to just follow the order and started thrusting at an animalistic pace. meanwhile y/n's stare was fixed onto jaemin's chest looking how big is it and how it bounces everything he pounds him… "like what you see?" jaemin asked you looked at him and it was the most perfect view you have ever seen, jaemin looking directly at you with his pretty eyes, covered in sweat and showing you that goddamn perfect smile, y/n just nodded, "then do something with them" winked the older.

y/n starts to just squeeze the older's chest, pinching his nipples and sucking on them "fuck you're pecs taste so good jaemin, I might get addicted to it" moaned the younger sucking on one nipple with playing with the other, "you can have them every time you want nasty boy, and i am gonna keep excersing them to keep 'em plump just for you" replied jaemin and immediately kissed y/n.

both keep fucking for more than an hour, y/n abused hole was red, gaping and oozing with jaemin's cum "it feels so good inside you fucker i might get addicted to it too" whispered jaemin who was laying on top of y/n after pulling out his dick, "you can have it anytime you want too I guess…" whispered y/n too who was kissed by jaemin. both fighting for dominance with their tongues, a battle that obviously jaemin won, drool falling for their mouth while they kissed so desperately… "I hate you so fucking much jaemin" said y/n, "i hate you too fucker" smiled jaemin kissing y/n's forehead "now let's get clean and keep fighting, sex with you is better when your angry, you know" the older winked making y/n blush "stop talking bullshit motherfucker" the younger punched jaemin who helped y/n getting dressed.

since that day the pair keeps fucking while they still swear they hate each other… maybe at the end of the day they're both dumb because they don't know that what they feel is the other 4-letter word…

[hoe-for-hopper]

So Good For Us

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: SMUT. SMUT. SMUT. Unprotected piv, oral (f receiving), rough sex, I guess?

Word Count: 1125

Summary: Idk okay, this is just pure Stuilly filth. No plot, just vibes.

A/N: ending is a little rough, whatever, still hot.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SMUT BELOW THE CUT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A gory movie is playing on TV as you rest your head on Stu’s lap and slowly circle the bulge under his sweats. He’s rubbing one hand on your shoulder and the other making its way in between your cleavage. Billy is paying no attention to the both of you as he sits in the chair opposite you, his eyes fixated on the large screen.

Billy is transfixed by the movie and doesn’t notice when Stu pulls you onto his lap. Back pressed against the large man’s chest, he drags his fingers down to your folds, you’re already dripping. “No underwear? Dirty girl.” He whispers into your ear. 

The other man still hasn’t noticed when you let out a low breath as Stu caresses your sensitive bud while pulling your top down with his other hand. Reaching behind you and turning your head, you grab his neck and pull him down to your lips. He nips at your bottom lip before moving to suck a mark onto your neck eliciting a loud moan.

Billy turns his head, as if finally noticing what you and Stu are up to. He arches an eyebrow before leaning back in his chair and folding his arms to watch you. He watches Stu’s long fingers slowly dip into you as his other hand tweaks your nipple. He stares silently as you lean your head back against Stu’s shoulder, pulling his mouth back to your neck.

Stu inserts another finger and pumps faster, curling them to reach your most sensitive spot. He says over your moans, “She’s so wet, Billy. Come feel.”

The other man shakes his head, “I was trying to watch a movie.” But he’s still watching his best friend's fingers move in and out of you. Your eyes shut and mouth open in a moan.

“You sure you don’t want a taste?” Stu is licking a stripe up to your ear as you grip the back of his neck tighter. You open your eyes just in time to see Billy give a nod before motioning for Stu to bring you to him. 

Stu removes his fingers from your hole and you’re left feeling empty. He slides his arms below your legs, gripping your thighs and lifting you up, back still pressed against his chest. He walks you over to where the other man is still sitting and Billy lifts your skirt and leans forward to attach his mouth to your core. 

Throwing your head back on Stu’s shoulder, you let out a long moan. Billy is dragging it out, licking slowly up and down your folds. You’re desperate for more friction, more roughness, but he’s teasing you with just the tip of his tongue. “More, Billy.” You’re pleading and he glances up at you before inserting two fingers while he sucks at your clit. His fingers pumping in and out of you, you feel yourself clenching trying to hold off your orgasm. 

Stu can feel your body tensing, “Let go, baby. Cum on his fingers.” He’s gripping your thighs so tightly, you can practically feel the bruises already forming. “That’s it, good girl.” He kisses the top of your head as Billy removes his fingers and leans back into the chair.

Stu sits back down on the couch, still holding you to his chest before leaning you forward so he can pull his sweats and underwear down to his knees. He pulls you back before lining himself up and pushing you to slide down on him. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust to him before bucking up into you, gripping your hips tightly. 

You grip his knees as you moan out his name. He looks around your shoulder to Billy and pulls your head up by your hair making you face the other man. Your eyes are locked with Billy’s as you watch him pull down his own sweats and stroke his cock, a bead of liquid on the tip. He doesn’t glance away from your eyes as you continue to utter Stu’s name. “Feel good? You like the way Stu is fucking you?” You nod and he gets up to stand before you, lightly patting your face, “Words.”

You look up at him, his gaze penetrating you. “Yes.” You choke out, out of breath from Stu relentlessly pounding into you. Billy kneels down to lick your peaked nipple, still stroking himself, Stu’s hand reaching up to pinch the other one.

Stu is panting beneath you, out of breath from the intensity with which he thrusts in and out of you. You know he’s probably not going to last much longer with the way his movements grow faster, more erratic, his hands gripping you harder.

Without breaking eye contact, Billy moves back to the chair, still moving his hand up and down his length. Watching you as you come undone on Stu once more. “You’re taking him so well, baby. Always so eager for us.” 

Stu follows close behind you, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. His mouth nipping at your neck, hands moving to wrap under your thighs once more, he walks you over to Billy, setting you on the other man’s lap. Billy moves his hands to grip your ass, lifting you up to thrust himself into you. Rougher than Stu, he fucks into you at a faster pace. Moving his hands to your chest.

Now Stu is the one watching, sitting on the couch watching you bounce up and down as he redresses himself. 

Billy moves to yank your skirt up to your stomach, giving him access to rub your clit. You’re overstimulated in every sense. Stu’s liquid mixed with your own, seeps onto Billy’s length. Not letting up, he fucks into you almost forcing you to cum again. 

You try to lean into his chest as you feel another orgasm wash over you, but Billy moves the hand circling your clit and pushes your chest back up. “No. Take it.” Billy is the rougher of the two, always needing to feel control over you. 

His hand finds your hair to pull your head back and he leans forward giving you a rough bite to your neck. You feel his cock twitch as he fills you. 

Pulling your skirt back down, he picks you up and places you back on Stu’s lap. The other man pulling you in to cradle you against his chest. 

Pulling his clothing back up, Billy sits back down in the chair, “I’m finishing the movie.”

You’re out of breath and exhausted from being passed between the two of them. You curl into Stu, head resting in the crook of his neck, he traces circles on your back as you fall asleep. 

“Always so good for us.”

[mrsrookhunt]

Not me forgetting its Mermay until the last day of May. Anyway, idk if it really counts but now I don't have time for plot planning so have an Azul X Reader.

I really love the idea of present day chubby Azul. Maybe he gained weight over stress, I'm not sure. But you still think he's more than adorable when you see him again a year later.

Leave Me Be

Chubby!Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Self-shaming, Depression, reader is probably also chubby but maybe I'm just projecting

Traveling to the deepest depths of the Coral Sea was less than easy. Honestly, the amount of potions and formulas you had to drink from weaker mages made you feel like shit. Azul could've done far better for you, but upon your accidental return to Night Raven College through some portal you'd found in a puddle, you'd found that he'd left the school and decided to take a year for himself at home.

You were shocked, but there wasn't much you could do; he wasn't returning your messages. You waited a couple of weeks for school to let out, and had Jade and Floyd take you to his home.

You quickly found out that Azul had moved out of his family's home, into the outskirts of town, apparently, according to the rumors, depressed and ashamed of himself.

Alone, with Jade and Floyd already gone to their own destination, you swam unguided to where you hoped was at least the general direction of his new home.

The other Mers had said his home wasn't easy to miss, but for someone as unsuited to water as you, particularly in these dark depths, a serious worry that you would get lost ruminated in the back of your mind.

Around 30 minutes of aimless swimming later, you saw a dim light in the gloom.

It seemed to glow a dim purple, somewhere off in a hole in the side of a massive rock formation.

Bracing yourself to swim upwards quite the distance, you realized just how massive this wall of rock and sediment was.

It was just a guess.

No one had mentioned Azul's home as being on the human equivalent of a mountainside. But then again, it didn't seem like many people had visited him. They spoke strongly of his gloomy, irritated demeanor, and unwillingness to use his magic anymore. It seemed that shortly after he moved, he began rejecting visitors all together.

You pulled yourself along the rough rock wall with your hands, following the light, which became clearer and brighter the closer you swam.

It was just a guess, but you were certain if there was any place the Azul you knew would hide, it would be far away from others, holed up in a spot where he'd be safe and unbothered.

The relatively small opening to the cavern you were less than a few feet from fit the definition to a tee.

Maybe 12 feet across both directions, the mouth of the cavern felt tucked away.

You took in a deep breath when you reached the edge, seeing the gauzy purple light brighten from within, relishing the strange feeling of water filling your lungs instead of air.

"Azul?" You called out, unsteady and feeling small in the vast ocean around you, hands still tightly gripped on the rough rocky surface.

A small flurry of bubbles, and the light turned off with a tick.

"I'm not accepting visitors at the moment." A voice called from within, annoyance pricking every syllable.

You sighed and valted yourself into the entrance of the cave with relief, not going any farther.

"Did you not hear me? Step out of my home, I have not invited you here!" His tone was sharp and outright angry.

You couldn't see a thing in the dark now, but you could feel the soft swish in the water of Azul's swift movements nearby.

"Zullie, it's me." You called into the dark, feeling unsettled.

A silence seemed to fall over the small space.

"...Yuu?"

His voice shook, a little weaker than he had clearly intended it to come out.

"I've missed you." You said tentively, hoping he would turn the light on already.

"Why are you here?"

His voice was composed and sharp again.

"W-well," it was your turn to stutter. He seemed almost angry that you were here. "I found a portal back to school and.. I found out that you had left, and I just..." Though you tried to keep yourself together, tears began to flow freely into the ocean. "I couldn't leave you alone. The first person I went looking for when I came back, was you."

You could hear the heavy breathing from what you could now identify as across the room.

That swish of movement again, and--

"Leave me be."

"What-?"

"You heard me." He sounded solemn. "Go, Yuu. Go back to school, or go back home." His voice was softened and shaky; you could hear small sniffles.

"Azul, please, I've missed you so much!" He must have heard the panic, the hurt in your voice, but he only sank deeper into the depths of his cave.

"I don't want you here." He mumbled. "I don't want you here, and I'm not coming back to school either. Don't wait for me."

"Zullie, please! What happened? What's made you like this?"

"You have," He grumbled into the waves.

Your voice dropped to a whisper. "Me? What did I do?" You sat at the edge of the cave.

He didn't respond.

"I'll sit here until you tell me," you warned, in a voice softer than you thought you could manage.

The silence answered you.

"Azul.. I'll go. Just, listen for a moment. I'm sorry if I hurt you... I.. I really missed you. I'm so, so sorry, I'm--" You were crying into your hands at this point.

A single tentacle wrapped around your arm and gently tugged it away from your face.

"It's not your fault.. I shouldn't have hidden it from you. Yuu.. there was something I neglected to tell you before you left. I.. love you. And I didn't tell you. And I've regretted that every day since. I didn't think I would ever get the chance to tell you again."

The tentacle tightened around your arm.

You wiped your tears away, a wry laugh escaping from your mouth amongst the remnants of sobs.

"That's.. what I regretted too. I didn't tell you either.. I love you too, Azul."

You crawled closer to embrace him.

The tentacle rapidly whished away, and you heard him scoot back. You stopped in your tracks.

"..Azul?"

"Yuu.." You could hear the pain in his voice. "It would still be better if you left."

"Absolutely not! You can't j-just confess and expect to escape it now!" You protested. "I've missed you for far too long. Please, I don't want to leave you right now."

You grasped in the dark, coming into contact with a tentacle you gently pulled toward you, sensing Azul moving closer with it.

"You.. you won't like me anymore." His voice is breathy and he sounds pitiful.

"Who said that?"

"You don't understand... I'm not.. what you remember."

"What does that mean?"

"I look different."

"Your mer form, you mean? I've seen it before."

"No.. I looked different in.. other ways."

"...What do you mean?"

The air that hung between you was dampened by the cold, lonely feeling of sadness.

"I used to be fit, and beautiful, for a time... but I couldn't keep that up after you left. Now I'm just a disgusting remnant of who I was when you knew me. I've done nothing but indulge myself in treats, forgotten all about ideal caloric intake, I've not exercised or--" His voice was tangibly anxious, fast and unstable. You could guarantee his eyes were glazed over with tears.

You squeezed the tentacle you were holding tighter, watching him quiet as he wrapped it around your hand, shaking and softly crying.

"Azul, are you trying to tell me that you've gained weight?"

"I look disgusting."

You cast your eyes downward with solemn understanding. "I doubt that, Zullie. I can't imagine you could ever look anything other than perfect in my eyes." Your voice was whisper quiet, but his breath still caught at the sentiment, whimpers lessening as you gently ran a finger back and forth over his suckers to calm him.

"Don't hate me." He muttered, suddenly pulling away from you and shuffling to the other side of the cavern again.

Click

The light revealed your beautiful octo-mer, still as wonderfully entrancing and gorgeous as you'd remembered.

He took your breath away. You could hardly even see any imperfections, even now. His stomach was rounder, his arms were less toned, his jawline was softer and his tentacles looked more full than before. But he was still the most beautiful man you'd ever lain eyes on.

His icy blue eyes were filled with tears you couldn't overlook, and before he could say another word, you launched yourself upon him in a tearful embrace, soothing him with soft whispers while your tears intermingled with his into the open ocean.

His tentacles wrapped against you, words of love and passion falling from both your lips.

You put your hands on each side of his face, guiding him to look into your eyes.

"Azul, I don't see any difference. You're still you. And I love you because of the Azul up here--" you pushed a finger at his forehead. "Not because your body has changed. I love you, Azul. And I won't leave you again."

He buried his head against your neck.

"I love you, I love you so much, Yuu..."

"Zullie.. I'm here to stay. Do you hear me? I'm never leaving you again."

He pulled you tighter to him, sobbing once again.

"Thank you... thank you for coming back, Angelfish."

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May 31st, 2023

Yeah, this was healing, I know I'm not fat but damn I feel horrible about my body :(

-Kaori

[olderthannetfic]

why do some popular things have such small fandoms, in your opinion? like, John Wick is incredibly popular but has less than 2k fics on ao3 and there doesn't seem to be a big fandom presence on tumblr. there's shows with 10+ seasons that have incredibly small fandoms as well.

i know not every fandom is going to be, say, Harry Potter or Supernatural levels (especially if it's an older show and fics have been lost to time- i've heard ER lost quite a lot) but it's just... odd to me, i guess.

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The majority of things don't get fanfic fandoms.

There are some trends though. Certain genres are more likely to generate them than others. SFF is pretty likely. Crime dramas are reasonably likely, whether that's people slashing buddy cops on AO3 or lead canon het on FFN.

Incomplete-feeling canons are a bit more likely, usually due to plot holes or a crappy ending that people want to fix—but not so crappy that everyone just gives up in disgust.

Relatedly, things where the art part isn't too intimidating are more likely than ones where the big draw is that author's exact way of writing or the fantastically subtle and moving acting in some arty movie about social issues.

Serial media are way, way more likely to generate a fic fandom than one-offs, and having a certain number of hiatuses but not ones that are too long helps. You want some gaps where people have time to make stuff before it's instantly jossed, but you do need new canon to reinvigorate a fandom periodically.

Things just being well known by lots of people does help relative to a similar canon that few people saw, but exact audience size isn't the main factor.

Some tasty character dynamics help a lot. Maybe shippy, maybe more found family. A world that people want to play more with also helps. Even the gen-focused fandoms tend to care a lot about the latter two. They don't just write about any old canon. There have to be certain hooks.

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John Wick does seem like it fits some of the standard criteria. There's more than one movie. It's fun, dumb genre stuff, not super high art.

TBH, having more than like 5 fics already means it's a success as a fic fandom, so part of it is just your frame of reference. I know you say you don't expect HP, but you should be expecting the norm to be way under 100 fics, not nearly 2k. That's part of it.

But I suspect the big reason is that a lot of people find the films relatively complete as-is.

They're set in the real world (-ish), so the setting isn't that interesting to explore with a bunch of OCs in the way that people write their own HP or Naruto casts. People like the lead, but I don't think they fixate on his relationships to other characters. (Checking AO3, it looks like some people are writing basically John/self, which makes sense.)

For much of the audience, it's all about watching him use a lot of guns. So many guns. All of the guns.

Once the big screen spectacle is done, I don't know that people really want more unless it's more action movies with more visual awesomeness.

IDK, I don't think I've seen any of these beyond some clips, so maybe I'm missing something.

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter twenty five

close to home | chapter twenty five

plot: the reader and Maggie have a heart to heart about a certain archer, and Eugene tells everyone the truth about his devious lies

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,259 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!! How's everyone liking dead city? Idk how I feel about it tbh

You stared around, dripping wet with water and blood. The smell of decayed bodies was revolting, and Tora was digging into your back through the bag. 

You and Maggie shared a look as Abraham laughed and congratulated Eugene on his quick thinking. You were too annoyed by Abraham’s controlling nature to really be paying attention and just followed Maggie into the truck. 

Despite the group’s hopefulness on the truck, it broke down a mile or so outside of town. You were frustrated and hot and missed your friends and family at the church. You wanted to lie down and cry and just give up on everything.

You were sitting on the road, watching Abraham work on the truck and ignoring the pain on your side. It was better again today, and you didn’t need more painkillers. Still, it hurt. But it was easier to ignore. 

“You okay?” Maggie asked, sitting down next to you. 

You shrugged, playing with the hole in your jeans. “I guess so.”

“Thank you. For coming with me. With us. I know I asked something big of you; I just….” She trailed off. 

You looked at her, shielding your eyes from the sun. “You don’t have to thank me, Maggie. You didn’t have to ask. I’d follow you anywhere.” 

Maggie smiled and hugged you quickly before handing you a water bottle. “Drink.”

“Yes, mom,” You sarcastically said.

“Daryl’s alive. I don’t know where he went, but… he’s alive.” She said, nudging your shoulder. “I know you’re worried about him.”

“I’m worried about all of them.” You said. 

Maggie smiled and looked at you, “I know. But you worry about him more.”

You didn’t reply as you thought about him. His blue eyes and pretty smile--when he did smile. His hair was always in the way of his eyes. The scruff on his chin. You did worry about him. And you missed him. You’d only been reunited for a few days before he disappeared, and you left. You missed being around him. You missed just sitting in silence with him. That was your favorite thing. How comfortable you were with him. You’ve never been able to just sit in silence with anyone until you met him. And you loved it. You loved being able to just sit with him. 

“Did anything ever happen…?” Maggie asked. 

You glanced at her before you realized what she meant. “No. We’re just close. He’s…”

“Older than you?”

You shook your head, “No, no, that’s not what I was talking about. I just meant that he’s like my best friend. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Did you ever want anything to happen?”

Your cheeks reddened, and you shook your head. “It doesn’t matter if I did or didn’t. I doubt I’ll see him ever again.”

“They could be right down the road from us. What would you do if you saw him right now?” Maggie asked. 

You glanced at her. “Yell at him for leaving like that. I don’t know, Maggie, it was never like that. I know what you’re hinting at. I don’t think he was interested like that, and besides, he and Carol are really close too. And she’s closer to his age.”

Maggie laughed and stood up, dusting off her backside. “He doesn’t look at Carol the way he looks at you.”

You snorted, “Like I’m a pain in his ass?” 

She smiled and shook her head. “Like Glenn looks at me.”

***

Your cousin's words were still on your mind as you stared at the thousands of walkers a mile down the road. Like Glenn looks at me. Surely that isn’t true. Maggie didn’t know what she was talking about. She was blinded by her love for Glenn. She looked at everything through love-tinted glasses.

It was silent, and you didn’t really want to voice any opinion on the matter. You didn’t want to be the one that Abraham pointed his fury at. 

When Glenn started walking away, you all followed him. 

“Let’s go. We gotta do.”

You had only walked a few steps when Rosita started calling for Abraham, and you groaned in frustration when he started talking about going straight through. 

“This isn’t going to work.” You said, agreeing with the group as Abraham, again, continued to talk about not stopping. 

When the redhead grabbed Eugene and started pushing him forward, you all started yelling to get him to stop. You were nearly at the truck when Tara tried to get him to stop, and he pushed her away. 

That sparked a rage in everyone, and Glenn attempted to get him to stop again. You glanced backward, hoping that all the yelling wouldn’t attract any walkers in the woods. If enough were there, they could pull that massive herd. 

Rosita knocked into you and you both fell, and you cursed loudly as she landed on your leg. But neither of you took a second to breathe before you were back up and trying to get Eugene away from Abraham. 

Over the screaming of you all, Eugene started yelling. “I’m not a scientist! I’m not a scientist! I lied. I’m not a scientist. I don’t know how to stop it. I’m not a scientist.”

It was silent. And you were too shocked to say anything.

“You are a scientist, I’ve seen the things that you could do.” Rosita said. 

“I just know things.”

“You just… know things?” Glenn asked. 

You let out a disappointed sigh and looked around, a hand pressed against your forehead. Eugene started to explain why he lied in an insulting manner, and you looked back as Rosita almost started crying about people dying to get him there. 

You looked at Maggie’s face; the devastation made your heartache. You wanted to say something to her, but Abraham stood up and attacked Eugene. 

You immediately jumped to help in, but everything happened too quickly, and Eugene was on the ground. You and Maggie quickly knelt down, and with Glenn���s help, you rolled him over. You looked over his facial wounds, your stomach dropping at the sight. His head took a huge hit and you tried your best to see what kind of damage he had. 

“I think a concussion…” You said, looking at his glazed-over eyes. “Or shock cause of the pain.” You said to Maggie and Rosita. “I think he’ll be okay. His body needs to fight it off. We don’t have anything else….”

***

The next few hours were uneventful. You stayed with Maggie to watch over Eugene and Abraham while Glenn, Tara, and Rosita looked for food. You and your cousin had nothing better to do than to sit and wait, so that’s what you did. 

Tora was sleeping in the truck with the windows pulled down, and you were sitting at the back. Maggie was trying to talk some sense into Abraham, but he couldn’t hear a damn thing. So instead, she grabbed a ladder, and you jumped up to help her. 

Once Eugene was in the shade, there was nothing to do but wait. And wait. And wait. 

“What do you think?” You asked Maggie quietly. “We go back to the church?”

“No sense in going to D.C.; probably the smarter thing to do.” She sighed. 

“You okay?”

“I didn’t want to get my hopes up about all this… because it was hard to believe. But to know. For sure. That it isn’t. Well…”

You nodded, understanding her completely. There weren’t any other words to say. 

[comradekatara]

Hello! So this is not quite an ask but THANK YOU for doing god's work of injecting some actual nuance, defending bolin (among other things), critiquing the comics, and all the plot holes/things that just don't make sense which become glaringly obvious if one thinks about any aspect for more than two seconds (lol but you know this already duh) and am only annoyed I did not stumble upon this blog sooner, since I am so done with this show (but also I keeping at it like the scabs). Also, your art is delightful! If you still require an ask, do you perchance write fanfic? (it's possible you might have mentioned it but sometimes I can't read lol)

Have a good day!

hello, and thank you! also it’s funny that defending bolin is the first thing you list because I thought I made it pretty clear that I think his character is direly poorly-written and that I do not care for him. but… you’re welcome I guess? but yes obviously critiquing the comics and imbuing nuance and all of that I will definitely gladly take credit for. and thank you for liking my art! i do occasionally write fanfic, but i’ve only ever shown it to my friends and never actually posted it anywhere, so functionally, my answer would be no. i have debated posting it in the past, but idk, i don’t think that would be a good idea. maybe someday i’ll snap tho who knows.

as for your other ask…

Also because I clicked on the ask button before I had a brain fart (so if this would come off a bit deranged for posting an ask right after the first my apologies), I also want to mention the commentary that Iroh being 'everyone's favourite sexist' is gold because we just gloss over that and no one ever seems to mention that scene. Another thing about atla is that the reason given for Zuko's constant internal struggle and conflict is because he's descended from the previous avatar and the fire lord but hello, Azula?? Did Ursa have an affair now?? Isn't she just as worthy of redemption, or the fact she's just as abused anyhoo ok im done

I mean I’m assuming by “that scene” you mean the one with june, but tbh his misogyny isn’t relegated to simply one unpalatable scene. it’s reflected in how he treats azula (versus zuko) across the show. and I know that zuko is softer and more amenable than azula, and he has demonstrated a desire to do good that azula hasn’t, but it’s also quite troubling that iroh just writes off his fourteen year old niece as a lost cause when she is also the sibling who most resembles him. and he somehow just can’t seem to understand that she is worthy of the same empathy and compassion and understanding as zuko is, that playing favorites like this isn’t good or normal. and I actually think that azula has it way worse than iroh, both because she’s a girl and because azulon seemed to love iroh conditionally (despite clearly not feeling the same about ozai), whereas ozai’s love for azula is incredibly conditional and does not exempt her from his violence. but you know. her hysterical wandering womb is outta control she needs to go down she cant be trusted she’s a sickopath!!!! like. ok old man.

as for your next point, I do think that what iroh says about zuko’s ancestry reflecting the ideological battle within him is fully bullshit, but I do reconcile that by interpreting iroh’s claims not as what he truly believes, but as a rhetorical point he thinks might get through to zuko. because he’s really run the gamut of wisdom and guidance, some of it even being contradictory, just in an attempt to pierce through zuko’s thick, stubborn skull. and it does pay off, eventually, but it takes ages to get there. like how much do you wanna bet his first approach was to just straight up be like “your father is an abuser and you shouldn’t adhere to his dogmas.” and then when that didn’t work he started getting creative with it. and like, the reason it gets through to zuko isn’t even because roku was his great grandfather, but because he was ursa’s grandfather. and realizing that he too can be good and stand up for what he believes in, like her, his true role model, is his ultimate takeaway from that lesson. but I really do think by that point iroh’s rhetorical strategy was really to just throw vaguely pertinent metaphors at the wall to see what sticks.

[chillwildwave]

TWK AU / Antares’ Angst

Sooooooo, um, guys, guess what? *inserts drum roll*

I’M FINALLY GIVING MY STARBOY SOME ANGST!!!!!!! *woop woop*

Go Wave, go Wave, go Wave! Okay, okay just pulling your leg but I always though that giving Antares angst would be a bad thing (idk why but don’t ask) but actually it’s quite a great idea since this could give a purpose of the whole theme of the rewrite.

You know, I was especially intrigued by @oh-shtars depiction of StarBoy aka Sueño aka the most tragic boy ever written in the fandom, okay yeah, you get the point that he’s tragic because he’s been under Magnifico’s wing for a long time so yeah, I don’t know if Antares would follow the same path but I guarantee that it will be quite different from a few of the star boys, so Sueño, if you’re seeing this, you’re not alone, Antares has tragedy too! Sooooo, angst buds forever, right?

*Anyways, on with the show!* 👐

So we know in the rewrite, Antares plays a key role where he guides Asha on a journey to find the dark truth that the royal couple had been hiding all this time to give the wishes back to the people, but also, you’ve seen that Antares’s personality is energetic and naive like Aster but unlike him, he lies a lot, like, he lies about everything, this is only in the beginning of the rewrite but as the story progresses, he learns to tell the truth but this is an angst post, so I’m going to write about why Antares lies and why his naivety is affected in the whole plot…

Prepare For Sympathy!!!!! 👹

So the Kingdom of Rosas is depicted as a dystopia where people are manipulated into believing the king and queen have the same power as the stars of Starfell, however, Starfell is depicted as a utopia where everything is just about perfect for every single star, as a tradition, every 4 days, when a star turns 18, they get given a crystal which is actually a little seed that goes inside their brooch as used to use their magic to grant wishes for their people, that tradition has been held since King Xanthos entered the realm.

Speaking of Xanthos, as a child, Antares looked up to Xanthos as his father figure ever since he combined clouds and cosmic dust as explained in the prologue, he was described as someone who is calm and collected and was always willing to let the stars have a chance of pursuing their own path and he’s also a master of the star ceremony, he always chose the right stars to go down to grant people’s greatest desires.

Antares always dreamt of being with the humans, he always sensed curiousity of what the world would look like from Starfell, so much so that he mostly creates human style sculptures using his magic (in the style of Ember from Elemental), as much as Xanthos appreciated his curiousity, he said that Antares was only a young star and that he knew tge dangers of the human world since the king and queen unleashed power to rule Rosas, causing such outrage from Starfell, as it would release a black hole, and Xanthos wanted to make sure that Antares was safe, he knew as well, but this didn’t stop him from curiousity.

And ever since the black hole came around, Antares didn’t seem to bother, neither did the rest of the stars, since they though they lived that perfect life in Starfell, but one fateful day changed everything…

On the day of Teletì (ceremony in Greek) which is an annual star ceremony as stated before, there was a green rope aimed right towards Antares, poor him, he was close to being caught by that green light, but luckily, Xanthos covered him with his power, even though his power was far too strong, the couple’s magic was far more stronger than ever imagined, but it was much stronger to tarnish one of the stars, so with the couple’s power, they chanted a mysterious spell that PIERCED Xanthos’ seed… In front of Antares, with the other stars hiding in place.

From there, he was already close, close to death, Antares held him in his arms, tearfully begging for Xanthos to answer him, until he saw his whole body transforming into loose ribbons, drifting themselves apart from one another, announcing his dissolve into existance, distraught, Antares wept while he watched Xanthos’s body drift away up into the dark night, as ribbons and angel wings.

Antares’ tears were so strong and powerful that every time he cried in a tragic event, a golden tart would land on a cloud as it turned black and was replaced with vines which would be a metaphor of danger and low-self-esteem, and when that happened, the stars hid even further, claiming that Antares must’ve came from the Black hole, this was a major threat in his lifetime, the first time he was called a monster, not a star, not a star…

Ever since that event, Xanthos’ daughter, Evangeline decided to take over as Queen of Starfell, but this time, it was where she didn’t allow any star to go down to the human world because of what happened to her father, which was suspected when the couple unleashed a power so destructive, it could destroy any star’s inner being, so she was strict and overprotective but always reliable on keeping her habitat safe.

And as for Antares, that’s why he lies so much, it is because his entire life he thought was a blessing but after the infamous event with Xanthos’s death, he was blamed by everyone because of a secret power with his golden tears, resulting into faking a smile and pretending everything’s okay but he knows he wants to be safe, he wants to find a home where he can feel comfortable, so when Asha wished on a star, he darted down to Earth and the story goes on from there!

Thanks for reading!!

Also some sketches I did when coming up with the idea since I wanted to join the angst table, it looks like Sueño isn’t the only one.

The Teletí ceremony.

Xanthos’ death.

Antares feeling low self esteem after Xanthos’ death.

Plus a bonus for the fandom as well, cuz why not, just me and Flicker witnessing Sueño and Antares crying as he’s introduced to the angst team.

@annymation @uva124 @flicklikesstuff @signed-sapphire @your-ne1ghbor @tumblingdownthefoxden @thisnameisnotspokenfor @rascalentertainments @rylxdreams @ceyasstuff @frogcoven88 @mythartist21 @spectator-zee @peapeapeapa @ryoli @hopeyarts @emillyverse @gracebethartacc @gracebeth3604

[mellowwillowy]

Pet (Kakegurui AU)

Yan!Childe with childhood friend fem reader

Pet play, manipulative Childe, idk if I should tag corruption since Childe didn't really enter you(?), 50% plot 50% lemon (HAHAHA), depressed reader (suicide thoughts), life schedule, reader is called as sister, mentions of past relationships in the end

If you are not familiar with Kakegurui then it's basically... gambling *peaces out*

"Hee, I didn't expect you to be here at all sis~"

Childe says as he playfully traces his finger over your Mitten tags. Ajax, your childhood friend is now one of the members of the student council? You are not sure if you really want to know what power he has in his grasp.

"Let me guess, you failed to pay up during fund collections right?" The Ajax you remember used to be a shy boy that is scared of almost everything. His current smile can be compared to the current toothy smile he used to give you although there seems to be something unhinged from it. His eyes seem to contribute most of it, you guess. You shouldn't have left that day maybe? Maybe that way he'll help you out right now?

"Don't look at me like that sis~ I'm just guessing given how you don't look like someone who indulges yourself in gambling"

You look away from Childe. Perhaps you should have played with the other students when you have the money and chance to? Even if you have the money right now, who can guarantee they won't use this Mitten tag? You grip your tag tightly, knuckles turning white at the thought of how low you've fallen. Should you ask him to help you? You two have a good history after all...

"Ajax... I..."

"Hmmm~?"

Childe cocks his head to the side, his eyes never leaving yours. Should you really ask for his help? To someone who has grudges against you? You shake your head before bowing down to him, muttering a small apology before walking away from him. Something feels wrong and you're not going to take any risks by involving yourself with a member of the student council.

----

You are currently hiding in one of the academy's most hidden and unattended spots. This garden has always been empty which makes it a perfect spot for you to hide from everyone. Maybe you'll survive in your school days by hiding away from people? The debts increase with each funds collection and game the students proposed to you forcefully to the point that a life schedule has been given to you.

You dare not read the life schedule. You wonder what kind of disturbing things are written inside. You've heard from people how their life schedule has trampled down every aspect of their life. And now, you are one of them.

You sob to yourself, hiding your face from the sun ray as you ponder what you should do now. To follow all that is written in the life schedule or to find a way out now even if it'll only throw you down into another rabbit hole.

"It's not rare for the life schedule to ask you to become a prostitute even if your face is mid-good you know~"

You jump up from the voice. A familiar voice with a hint of... playfulness? You look up and find the source, Childe. You shake your head in disbelief, you know that the schedule probably asks you to become one even if it's not directly stated. The last sugar-coated statement it'll give you would be a 'marriage' with someone who'll gladly wash away your debts in exchange for you.

Childe smiles at you before patting your head while giving you words of reassurance, contrary to you, his hand is warm with affection but you can feel him shaking a bit just like you. You look up at him and shoot him a questioning look,

"Ajax, why are you shaking?"

Childe was startled for a while before bursting into laughter, saying how random and straightforward you are as a person. You couldn't comprehend what he means and only look away with red washing your face. Are you not supposed to ask him why?

Childe looks at your curling form, as round and small as a hamster. How does it feel to hold you up like a hamster? To place you inside a cage and provide everything you need. An adorable and comfortable cage home, endless stock of food and water, countless toys for you to play with and-

"Ajax, I feel like things would be better if I disappear right now..."

Childe's eyes widen at your statement. This is bad. You can just disappear without a worry in this world because you are an orphan, no one is bound with you and no one is dragged down with you. If only there was still someone who's somehow related to you then you'll have to think twice about everything. But your only supposedly family had been left rotten under the snow.

"Hey hey, come one now. What will be left of me if you were to disappear?"

You look up at him again, his eyes are empty as usual although this time hints of fear and anger are evident in his eyes.  But why? You shift your gaze to the sky, engraving the beauty into your memories. Maybe you'll jump down facing toward the sky instead of drinking some candies?

"I won't allow that"

Oh, did you say it out loud? Childe's face looks so much in pain now. Do you matter to him that much to the point he's really upset with you? Childe crouches in front of you, his form blocking the view of the sky. With a shaky hand, he cups your face gently, his thumb circling your cheek as though trying to calm you down.

"I'll help you out"

He'll help you out? He'll save you? Childe takes the life schedule and keeps it inside his blazer while muttering out endless reassurance for you.

"While I can't just sweep your debts away, I can... show to everyone that you are in fact, mine"

"But... how?"

Childe smiles at you again, his eyes glinting in excitement this time.

----

The collar is not tight but it's not loose as well. With every move you make, the chains will dangle as Childe holds the leash with pride. On the other hand, you are trying your best to cover your face with your hair, is this supposed to be a way to save you or humiliate you? Your hands gripping the hem of your skirt tightly, your lip bleeding from the amount of strength you've bitten it.

Is this the right thing to do? Childe did say something about showing them who you belong to will scare the other students from toying with you. You figure that this is probably some kind of public announcement that you are his now although you are not sure if all the students really understand it. What would happen to those who didn't get the hint? Well, they are in fact out of a sudden, lost in a big game and a fido or mitten tag is on their neck now.

You look up toward Childe, his smile never leaving his face as he walks with you in pride.

----

"I demand... a public match... with you!"

Your voice booms as you glare at Childe with your mitten tag in your hand. While Childe enjoys gambling, the last thing he could think of would be you demanding a public match with him. Don't get him wrong though, he loves the idea of gambling with you, in fact, he's actually aching for it. Will it be a game of luck, bluff, or skill?

But why so sudden?

He examines his surroundings, and there he sees familiar figures, Rosalyne and Zhongli. What are they planning? Doesn't matter, at least for now. Either way, he has to accept your request although feeling a bit bitter about the fact that you've been deceived by them to turn against him.

"Then shall we play like the old times, Sister?"

Childe's smile reaches his eyes for the first time.

----

"Ahh~ it's a shame you lost Sis~"

Childe's hands are on your tense shoulder while you shudder in disbelief. You lost? You lost despite cheating your whole way during the game? There's only 1 possibility for this and that is Childe figuring out the cheats earlier than you expected and using it on his own. And yet those student councils said-!

"Sister~ it's time for you to pay up"

Childe yanks your face toward him by your cheek while cooing at you. His finger occasionally taps your cheek as his eyes bore into yours. The grip on your face starts to feel painful with each second you leave him unanswered. It doesn't take long until Childe lets go of you and wrap the collar back on your neck, tugging you up with the chain leash. He tugs it strongly, strong enough to make you fall from your seat.

"Doesn't matter, I'll still be the one who sweeps your debts away anyway"

You look up at him from the floor with a puzzled look on your face. What did he just say?

"Ah, right"

Childe takes a book out of his blazer, your... life schedule? Childe crouches down at your eye level as he opens the first few pages of the book before placing it in front of your face, allowing you to read it for the first time.

You should have read it that day.

"Do you understand it now, Sister? The moment you failed to pay, the moment I saw you, the moment you stepped into this academy, your whole life is all mine to claim and plan already~"

For the first time, the chains on your collar feel way too heavy for you.

----

You've lost your mitten tag but the collar remains there. You are not sure if it's actually to warn people or to just show people off that you, in fact, are claimed already. You scoff to yourself, it's definitely the second. Who in their sane mind doesn't know about your public match with him and how you lost terribly. How you lost everything the moment you stepped into this academy. The public match was nothing but just a pastime for him.

The life schedule contents, on the other hand, are filled with Childe's names, from the beginning until the end.

Marriage, career, children, preferences, everything. Should you be grateful that the person you've been sold to is Childe himself and not someone else? The person who you'll spend the rest of your life would be him. The person who you'll share your bed with is him. The person who you'll create a family with would be him despite not wanting one. The person who your children will call father would be him. Him. Him. Him. You bring your hand to your mouth, your throat and guts itching for vomit. Your little Ajax has tricked you.

----

(NSFW, MDNI *doubt*)

"They tricked you into having a public match with me"

He tricked you, not them.

"And you just agreed with it"

Why wouldn't you when you finally learn about how he's the one who has been pulling all the strings?

"They are pulling strings behind my back"

He is pulling strings behind your back, reducing you into nothing but a puppet.

"They are targetting the president by making the housepets gamble with all the student councils at the same time"

And they failed, horribly.

"Signora was not a part of it so there's nothing I can do about her"

The woman who whispers endless encouragement for you to take him.

"But Zhongli... I have to be certain to blow him fatally. For going against the president despite being a member of the student council..."

Childe leans toward you, his face barely away from yours before he licks your lip.

"And for making my beloved Sister go against me"

That is your last straw before you slap him, his face thrown to the other side, savoring every moment of the pain on his cheek.

"I'm not... your Sister... nor your friend!"

You yell at him hysterically. Childe only chuckles at you before making his advances on you, his lips crashing with yours. You try your best to not give in and open up but the way Childe nibbles with your lip and how his hands travel all across your body makes you give in to him in the end. In the end, you give in and let him in, savoring every inch of your mouth as his hands work with your uniform. No matter how many times you hit his chest, pull his hair, kicking him, he won't budge. Instead, he takes pleasure in having you struggling under him. His hands travel down to your skirt, caressing your thigh in a circular motion before cupping your heat. You know where this is going and your tears start to flow down from your eyes as you shake your head while begging him to stop.

"Mmh, not gonna. If you are no longer my Sister nor my friend then that'll only mean one thing, you are my pet"

Childe tugs you by the collar before biting your exposed clavicle, littering it with bite marks.

"I doubt you are ready to abandon your pride to become my Sister again hm? If so then allow me to treat you like how I would to a pet"

Childe starts off easy and gentle, rubbing your clit over and over while he undresses you. You try your best to contain your moans, familiar but unfamiliar with the sensations. It doesn't take long for you to drench your panties and stocking, tempting Childe to rip it and put your panties aside. You gasp at Childe's finger entering you, familiarizing itself with your gummy walls.

"Mmh, so tight. Say, have you ever touched yourself pet?"

Coos Childe as another finger enters you, the stretch isn't as painful as you expected because Childe makes sure that you are wet enough for him to enter you. His tongue dances from your jaw toward your ear, nibbling it like how one would with candy. His fingers curl knuckles deep inside you, feeling something blocking him he knows what he has to do now.

"So it really is your first time..." he mumbles to himself before retreating his fingers. What you expected to be a break for you was cut short when he starts abusing your clit. He doesn't want your first time to be like this but he doesn't feel like leaving you unattended as well. You lean onto Childe's chest as his fingers move at a crazy speed, your stomach filled with butterflies while your moans slip out from your throat. Childe's cock twitches at how your hands hold him in place tightly as your support, he didn't expect you to abandon some of your pride and cling to him for a false sense of security. It only makes Childe even happier as his fingers now tease you in a circular motion while nipping your neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks here and there.

"Toi.. toilet, toilet, Ajax, I-"

"Toilet hm? Ah, it's okay, just do it here. As an owner, I'll clean up your mess later hm? Aren't I a good owner?"

Childe finds it adorable how you are not aware of the fact that you are in fact squirting right now. He'll make sure to use this to his advantage before you finally know what's going on with you. Your eyes roll back as you moan out loudly, your toes curling while your hands never let go of Childe.

"Mmh, good girl good girl, you've done well hm? Look at all the mess you've done too"

You look down at the puddle below you, ashamed, you bury your face into his chest whether you like it or not. Childe slides his pants down, his boxer showing a huge bulge restrained under the fabric. Childe slides his boxer down and his cock springs out immediately, making you flinch at the sight. That, entering you? That large, veiny thing? You look at Childe in horror as you let go of him. Seeing this, Childe's hand yank your hands back and place it on his chest,

"We won't, we won't~ I prefer doing it somewhere much more romantic although I can't help but show you what this little guy can do"

He starts by collecting the precum on the tip before spreading it all over his shaft. You try to look away but Childe's hand says otherwise, forcing you to watch him pump himself as his grip on your jaw tightens every time you try to look away from it or shut your eyes close. Every now and then, he'll kiss you or touch you again.

"Haah.. how do you think... this will enter you? Stretching you... ripping you apart from the inside... your blood... on me... on the bedsheet..."

Even when chasing his high, he still manages to make you squirm in embarrassment from all the details. His tip looks painfully red now while his thighs start to spasm. What surprises you is how Childe places your hand on top of his red tip as he strokes himself even faster. You try to pull away but his hand won't allow you to as he tightens his grip on your hand, making you cup his tip.

"Com- coming, coming- ah!"

And that's all you get as a warning before he spurts out all over your palm, his mouth wide open as his eyes and head roll back. Your face flushes red as he lets go of your hand, letting you observe how he has tainted your hand.

"Hehe, I'll make sure to book a room for us two soon, pet"

Right, you are no longer his Sister nor his friend. Until you are finally ready to abandon your pride, he'll be treating you like a pet. The collar and leash's chain serve as a reminder. A pet.

"I love you... ,______"

Another kiss to seal your fate.

(Yeah I'm using a Kakegurui Futago ref here)

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Grudge

"Where is Sister?"

Childe asked his mother. His mother only looked away from him while ushering him to sit down. Childe's eyes roam around the whole room, looking for you.

He couldn't find you.

"...her butler... came and took her away when you were missing"

Childe's heart dropped. You left him. You left him while he was trying his best to survive the abyss? You left him despite him begging for you to stay? He was only gone for 3 days and you couldn't even wait to properly bid farewell to him?

"The butler said that something urgent came up"

Is it truly that urgent to steal you away from him?

"That she is in danger..."

He was the one who's in danger and not you.

"That someone might... "

Kill you? As much as he hates you leaving him without any farewell, he'd rather have your butler killed instead of you.

And she was. As a result of it, you had to stand all by yourself without anyone guiding and protecting you anymore.

An orphan without anyone as your guardian.

Possible scenario

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OCs Note: Zili couldn't find you in this world after she was resurrected so yeah, you are pretty much an orphan without a guardian.

[gretchensinister]

Babylon 5 rewatch, S1 E8: And the Sky Full of Stars

IDK if it's how I'm watching it or what, but the lighting on B5 seems dimmer than I would expect in public spaces

Okay okay plot: guy needs money for shady reasons, other guys have Sinclair as a target for who knows what

Oh, it's not notable shady reasons, it's just a gambling problem

The guy with the longish gray hair that's going to do Something to Sinclair has a very 90s energy, I can't define it but it's so notable

I like Dr. Franklin and Delenn's scene here with the practicality of getting information about other species brought up.

Yeah Delenn what DID you do during the war?

The design of that weird chair is good, I definitely believe that they built it out of smuggled in pieces and that it's going to be used for nefarious purposes

Ignoring the plot to wonder about Sinclair's kitchen area not appearing to have a sink or any appliances (I know it's just a set but I think about trying to redesign my tiny apartment kitchen a lot)

Sinclair is in the Torment Nexus

At least it's hard for the commander of an entire space station to disappear without notice

Of course it's a simulation that's what happens to guys in charge of space stations/starships, other weird guys show up to fuck with your head. Notable employment hazard.

Sinclair's Mysterious Day! Yesss let's find out about it (shame the exposition has to come through the Torment Nexus)

Sinclair is 39...I guess that makes sense. (Maybe I just know so many people in that age group with so much less responsibility.)

The angelfish-looking Minbari ships <3

If you believe in yourself you can punch your way out of the mind prison (I mean...it didn't work yet, but it might)

I think B5 as a show does well with naming things. I mean, maybe it's just familiarity at his point, but the Battle of the Line is simple, evocative, and IMO gives you an idea of what it was about

Goodbye Benson we hardly knew ye

Yeah where exactly are these "Knights" from?

I think the guy playing the interrogator would be great to see on stage.

Another human supremacist conspiracy theorist, boooo

"Maybe the universe blinked" I do like that line

"There is a hole in your mind" that was from the pilot movie we missed on the rewatch schedule, wasn't it?

:D :D :D (my reaction to the triluminary [did I remember that correctly?] appearing)

I know who that waaaaaaaas

YES you CAN punch your way out of the mind prison if you love your station enough

Delenn we (the audience) still want MANY more answers about what you were doing during the war

I have a feeling this guy is going to be interrogated by psycops as soon as he gets back to Earth

Secrettsssssss I love this dynamic though

It's an interesting 90s thing that Sinclair is comfortable making a electronic/digital recording of this EXTREMELY sensitive information, these days my perspective is if you want it to be secret it's on paper hidden in your mattress or something

[httpseiki]

jisung brainrot

✧───TONIGHT'S TOPIC: HAN+HENTAI───✧

CAUSE Y'ALL CANNOT DENY THIS MAN AIN'T A WEEB AND A HENTAI LOVER!!

tw: smut, masturbation, mentions of porn and hentai, hints of roleplay, mentions of tentacles(?)

note: yes I'm alive and jisung is wrecking me gooDBYE--

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he loves anime, so naturally he's gonna find out about hentai too. maybe he was trying to use an illegal site to watch his daily dose of anime when an ad to a hentai popped up. curiosity killed the cat, as they say, in our case a quokka. so he clicked it.

jisung's fingers fidgeting with his bottom lip, as he scrolled down, reading some titles.

'tentacle monster' is what got him. what kind of idiot gets horny over that? he laughs to himself, reaching for his headphones.

jisung plays the video, scrappy animations filling his screen. for some moments, the plot made him forget this was actually porn that he was watching, and not just some regular anime.

the plot captivated him - some crazy scientist wanting to do some research over his created monster so he tests out its compatibility with humans.

blood rushed south the moment a girl in a real tight lingerie came in. her curves were covered in baby pink lace, complimenting her delicate body so well.

instinctively, his fingers pressed against his bulge, letting out a deep sigh. the girl started stroking the monster's tentacle, some kind of slick appearing on top of it.

fast forward, and han is jerking off to the scene of the monster aggressively pushing his limbs inside the girl's cunt. the angle was all, to be honest, the view of her bare pussy stretching out and her tits bouncing with every push along with the high pitched sounds she was letting out was making him crazy.

the details were deadly, from the sound of her wet, tight hole to the cum dripping out of it. it was probably one of the best times he came. yeah, he's the idiot that gets turned on by skimpy sexual animations.

now, every time he needs a stress reliever, he pops a hentai. besides the tentacles, he's very much into the maze plot. but he's not picky, he could get off to every single scenario.

if he had a s/o, I'm 100% sure jisung will make them roleplay some stories with him ;D

extra thoughtcause I'm feral today I guess... imagine one of the members -specifically thinking of 2racha idk why- casually opening a discussion about the recent porn they're currently into, and they all bash jisung for being into hentai, cause what kind of weirdo likes it right? until he confidently proposes to watch it together...

but that's another thought for another day ;]]]]

in conclusion, han + hentai = boom!!!

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