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veephoenix · 9 months ago

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IKIGAI — ADDITIONAL CHAPTER

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Lia Parker

Summary: Lia tells Noah she had sex for the first time, and the news doesn't sit right with him. She doesn't feel very thrilled about it either.

Word count: 2.7k | Reading time: 10mins aprox | SERIES MASTERPOST ✨

Tags & trigger warnings: best friends to lovers trope, lia has a boyfriend, talks about sex, about lia's first time, disappointment, lia being infatuated with noah, mentions of noah having had sexual encounters before but still being a virgin, sexual innuendos, noah feeling jealous and confused.

This chapter takes place between chapter 13 and chapter 14 of Ikigai (part one of The Inevitability of Love at Second Sight Series). Lia and Noah are 21/22.

The moment his phone started ringing and the screen lit up with Lia’s name, Noah paused mid-typing, slipped off his headphones, and answered. Her hurried voice hit his ears before he could say anything.

“Noah, are you home? Is anyone else there?”

Noah frowned, taken aback by her urgency.

“Hello to you, too, Gremlin. Yeah, I’m home. Why?”

“Are the boys around? Jolly, Jesse?”

“No, I’m alone. What’s up?”

“Good. I’m coming over.”

Noah’s eyebrows shot up. The way she spoke—it almost sounded like she was asking for permission to come back to her own home.

“Lia, what’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you when I get there.”

Lia disconected the call. Noah remained frozen in place, still perched on his studio chair, staring at his iPhone as if expecting the screen to offer some explanation.

It didn’t.

This was Lia’s house, too. They’d been living together since she’d turned eighteen, so why was she acting like a stranger? She hadn’t been home last night, though. She’d gone out with friends, said she’d stay over at Emery’s. Now it was barely eleven in the morning, and this call felt... strange. Something was off, and the knot of unease tightening in Noah’s stomach told him whatever it was, he wouldn’t like it.

Twenty minutes later, the front door burst open. Lia stormed in, her backpack slung over one shoulder, her hair tied in a very messy bun, her face set in agitation—not fear, not hurt, just stress. As soon as her eyes landed on Noah, standing in sweats and a t-shirt in the middle of the living room, her expression shifted to disappointment.

He raised his arms, wordlessly asking what the hell is happening? She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she dropped her bag and rushed to him, wrapping her arms around his chest with a sigh, melting against him as though she’d been holding her breath for hours.

“Lia, are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

It took her a moment before she spoke.

“I slept with Leon last night.”

Noah’s blood ran cold. He pulled back, grabbing her shoulders, but she clung to his shirt, refusing to let go.

“Lia,” he said, his voice strained. “You...” His head shook. He blinked rapidly. “You had your first time with Leon?”

She nodded, avoiding his eyes now.

His mind reeled, thoguhts scrambling in every direction.

“Lia—We said we’d do it together. That we’d have our first time at the same time.”

Lia sighed, already anticipating his reaction. It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about it, too—their weird, half-serious pact, made when they were younger, with all the naivety and awkwardness of two people trying to make sense of their feelings. But now, standing here, it felt like a relic of something neither of them could hold onto. How could that have ever worked, anyway?

She took one step back to look him in the eyes, trying to be practical.

“Noah, how did you think that would go? You in one room with some random chick and me on the other side of the wall?”

“No, but—” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing. He hadn’t been expecting his quiet Sunday morning to turn into this; whatever this was. “Fuck, Lia.”

It hurt. It hurt a lot. But why? Was it just because she’d had sex? Because she did it before him? Or because she’d done it with someone who wasn’t him?

Lia sighed again and walked to the open kitchen, reaching for the kettle. She hadn’t eaten breakfast and was starving. The subtle ache between her legs didn’t help her mood, either. She reached for the kettle, filling it with water. Behind her, she could hear Noah collapse onto the couch.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, fingers drumming on the counter as she waited for the water to boil.

Noah stared blankly ahead, his thoughts a mess. The idea that Lia wasn’t a virgin anymore—it didn’t sit right. It felt like a puzzle piece has been shoved into the wrong place, forced, stuck forever. His jealousy, or whatever it was, mixed with confusion. But then, an uneasy thought surfaced, shifting everything inside him.

He stood up abruplty, the sudden clarity jolting him.

“Shit. Lia, did he hurt you?”

She whipped around, startled by the sudden sharpness in his voice, kettle in hand, steam rising.

“No,” she said flatly. “He didn’t hurt me.”

Noah studied her face, unsure if he believed her. Whether or not she was telling the truth, one thing was certain—he would have never let that happen. He would’ve made sure she felt safe, cared for. Even if they were both inexperienced, they would’ve figured it out together. They always trusted each other like that, in ways that seemed to run deeper than words.

“Then what?” he asked, his voice softer now but still loaded with confusion. “Why do you look like this?”

She turned back to the kettle, her movements robotic, avoiding his gaze.

“He just... finished, and that was it.” she said, pouring the water into a mug, her tone hollow. “I’m not hurt. I’m disappointed. I didn’t know it would be like that. I thought it’d be more... exciting. There was some thrill at first, but then it just... faded into nothing. And...” She bit her lips, her cheeks flushed a little. She was glad Noah couldn’t see. “I didn’t come,” she added quietly.

Noah stood frozen a few feet away, his mind scrambling to process what she was saying.

“He didn’t notice. Or maybe he didn’t care.” Her voice cracked with frustration. “He just thought it was over.”

Before he could react, she crossed the room, collapsing against him again, her forehead resting against his chest. Her arms hung limp at her sides.

“Oh, God. Noah, it was so disappointing,” she said. “You wouldn’t let a girl feel like that, would you?”

Noah stiffened. He wasn’t sure how to answer.

“I know you wouldn’t,” Lia murmured softly, her voice thick with a mix of frustration and resignation.

“Lia, I...” Noah began, but the words faltered. He had no idea what to say. He wasn’t much more experienced than she was. Sure, he’d gone down on a few girls, fumbled with his fingers and his mouth. Some cheeky girls had touched him, but that was it.

“You don’t have to be experienced for that,” she interrupted, looking up at him with a spark of hope in her big brown eyes. Noah felt a familiar weight press against his chest. Lia had always seen something in him, something pure, as if he were some kind of angel or hero, when in reality, he was full of flaws, just like anyone else. If she was so infatuated with him because of how he treated her, she should know by now—that kind of treatment was reserved for her.

“You just need to be considerate,” she continued. “You are considerate.”

“Lia,” he said, his voice firm as he gently grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back again, creating a bit of distance. She frowned at his authoritative tone.

“Promise me,” she blurted, before he could say more.

“Promise you what?”

“That you’ll be considerate. That you’ll make her come—whoever she is. Any girl. Every time. Always.”

“Jesus Christ, Lia,” Noah groaned, turning away and heading back to the couch, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

Lia trailed after him, relentless as she picked up her cup of tea and sat next to him on the couch, close enough that their legs touched.

“You can’t just ask me that,” he muttered, snatching the cup from her without asking and taking a sip. The hot liquid burned his tongue, but he didn’t care.

“Why not?” she pressed. “It’s advice. It’ll be good for you.”

“Maybe I don’t need advice,” he snapped, a bit sharper than he intended.

Lia raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

“Your ego is showing, Sebastian.”

Noah rolled his eyes and handed back the cup.

“It’s not about ego. I’m just saying maybe it’ll go fine without us having to talk about it like this.”

Lia sighed, slumping slightly against the cushions, conceding the point, though she wasn’t fully convinced.

“Maybe,” she mumbled, her voice quieter.

She hadn’t expected him to feel uncomfortable discussing this—especially with her. But his attitude suggested otherwise. She bit her lip, a twinge of regret flickering across her face.

“I just needed to talk to you,” she said a bit ashamed, and the tenderness in her voice caught him off guard.

Without thinking, he placed a hand on her knee, squeezing lightly through the fabric of her black leggings. His head lolled back against the sofa, eyes locking on hers. Once again, it hit him—how beautiful she had always been. As a kid, she’d been cute and full of energy. Now, as an adult, she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

“I know,” he said, voice low. “I know.”

“I just got worried. I don’t want other girls to go through that disappointment. I know, sometimes, it’s part of the experience, of growing up, learning, but...” She hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t want it to happen when they’re with you. You can’t be a disappointment, Noah.”

“You’re setting the bar really high, Lia. I don’t know if I’ll ever reach it.”

“You’d never let me leave the room like that, would you?”

Noah let out a heavy huff, shaking his head.

“Lia, I’ve already warned you. Don’t make this weird, please.”

“It’s only a question. You can just answer it. Or don’t. I know the answer. You wouldn’t leave me unfinished.”

He gave her an exasperated look, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“You’re so much trouble, Lia Parker.”

"I’m not, I promise. I’m just a girl asking for equality,” she replied, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “But if you have your doubts, I could give you more... detailed advice, if you want.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“All right, your loss,” she concluded, raising a hand in mock surrender.

Noah couldn’t help but laugh, rolling his eyes. He gave her knee a light pat.

“You’re so dramatic. You know that?”

“I’m not. I’m just... unsatisfied,” she admitted, shaking her head at the memory of how disappointment last night had been. “I need release,” she uttered before she could stop herself.

His eyes widened as he processed her words. She wasn’t playing around—this wasn’t some offhand joke or a ploy to shock him. She was genuinely frustrated, still reeling from the lack of fulfillment the night before. For a brief moment, a flood of inappropriate thoughts ran through his mind—ways he could help her, ways he could get involved. But he quickly pushed them aside.

“I’m breaking up with him,” she declared, her voice decisive as she lifted the cup of tea to her lips and taking a slow sip. “I don’t care if he thinks I just wanted him for sex. I definitely don’t want him for sex after that.”

Noah could have told her it was only her first time, that things could get better with practice. She could talk to Leon, communicate, learn together like couples were supposed to. They’d only been together for a few months, after all. But deep down, Noah felt a sense of relief. He didn’t want to give her advice on how to fix things with her boyfriend. He was content with her decision, and he wasn’t going to argue with it.

It might’ve been selfish, but single Lia meant more of her at home, more of her for him. Leon could learn how to get a woman to orgasm with someone else.

“Can we spend the day watching movies and eating junk food?” Lia asked, her big puppy-dog eyes making it impossible to say no. She was the queen of that look, and she knew exactly how to use it on him.

Of course they could. He would never deny her anything. But where was the fun in giving in so easily? He leaned back, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips.

“Didn’t you say you needed... release? Don’t you wanna go to your bedroom first?”

“Oh, Noah!” she gasped, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder, her laughter tangling with his. “You’ll never know when I’m doing it. I’m very quiet.”

She was, indeed. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t strained his ears a few times, hoping to catch something from her bedroom at night.

“Really? So, when you get wet, you don’t go full Gremlin mode?”

“I swear, Sebastian, if you don’t shut up, I’m spilling this tea all over you.”

“I’m already hot enough, thanks.”

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“You’re pushing it.”

“Says the one who barged in talking about sex and orgasms.”

“Ugh, you might be right, but—”

“I am right.”

“All right, fine.” She paused, then leveled him with a serious look. “You have to promise me, though, that you’ll think about them—not just yourself—when it happens.”

“Ooookay.” He lifted his pinky finger toward her, the smirk still lingering. “I promise.”

She laced her pinky with his, sealing the deal.

“Happy now?” He asked.

“Not really. It’s still weird thinking about you with other girls, but yeah, better than I was thirty minutes ago.”

Noah narrowed his eyes, studying her face, trying to read her thoughts. There was something unspoken between them, an invisible thread that always seemed to pull tighter the closer they got.

He let out a breath, feeling the subtle shift between them. It wasn’t the tension that was there earlier; it was something softer, more familiar. With Lia, things never stayed too heavy for long. It was one of the things he loved about her—things could be strange, awkward, but they never broke.

Lia settled next to him, nudging her shoulder against his as Noah turned on the TV. He suggested they play some video games instead of watching a movie, and she agreed, completely unaware of the storm brewing in his mind. Inappropriate images flashed through his thoughts—images of them together, naked, her soft commands in his ear as he obeyed, eager to make her feel as good as she deserved. He wondered what it would be like if she said the words, if she let him, if they crossed that line. How much would he give to her? Everything, if she asked.

Not long after that day, Noah lost his virginity. It was with a girl he’d met at a friend’s house—a black-haired girl who had sparked some fleeting interest in him. He hadn’t thought much of the girl at first, but when they started dancing together, he felt… attraction.

The night they had sex, they had all been out at a club, Noah, Lia, Matt, Jolly, and their usual group of friends.

Lia had seen them on the dancefloor—caught a glimpse of the girl kissing Noah’s neck, her lips lingering too long. Something twisted inside her, an unwelcome feeling she didn’t quite understand. She told herself to get a grip and finished her beer in one quick gulp. When Noah and his new girlfriend passed by her on their way out, Lia winked at him, already tipsy, her face flushed from the alcohol.

Noah hesitated. He wanted to stay, to make sure Lia got home safely like he always did, but the girl tugged on his arm, pulling him away. He found himself torn between the pull of his present and the weight of his responsibility to Lia. But for the first time, he didn’t stay.

Later that night, with the black-haired girl in his bed, all Noah could think of was Lia. He tried to focus, to be in the moment, but her presence was a ghost in the room. Every girl after that night would carry the same haunting thread—because every time he had sex, Lia was there. Her promise, her words, lingered in his mind.

He had sworn to her that he’d be considerate, that he’d make every girl feel special, and he did. But what Lia didn’t know was that every girl he touched, every one he pleased, was just a stand-in. No matter whose legs he was between, no matter who whispered his name, his thoughts always circled back to her. Lia was always in his head. The promise he’d made to her—it was her name, her face, her pleasure, that guided every move.

And that secret was one he’d carry with him, long after the girls were gone.

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ravenstargames · 1 year ago

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✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #12 | 06.09.24

And it's time! 💜 Another month, another devlog, and this one comes with great news!

First of all, we FINALLY settled everything with our studio's bank account, which means we can start sending the necessary documentation to Steam so the demo can be approved. Beta testing has almost ended and all that's left is a bit more of anxious revisions and getting the paperwork together.

We will announce the demo release date very very soon; as soon as we can announce our Steam page! We are hoping that can be settled this upcoming week, but let's see what happens. As the finishing line approaches, we have less to show mainly because we are saving some juicy things for our Kickstarter Pre-Release, so bear with us for a minute! ; v ;

Also, let's be real—paperwork is boring. No one wants to read about me fist-fighting Steam or the Spanish government.

So let's jump into it! 💜

PD: I have a lot of asks left to reply to, so let me apologize for being a bit on the slower side! T_T

This month, for mermay, we got a wonderful shrimp prince! 🧡

Seriously, though; he's supposed to be a lionfish, but the shrimp joke was too funny. Just look at this shrimpy beauty! 🦐

When it comes to the sprites, Raquel wants to add some touches to a few expressions, but she's now focusing on getting our merch art ready. We are so so excited to be able to show it! :')

🎉🎉All the backgrounds have been finished!🎉🎉

Well, all the assets have been finished, should I say! Everything is animated, programmed, and ready to go.

Programming wise, the beta testing process has been going great. Special thanks to Allie, our editor, and Lem (@crescencestudio) for offering their help in beta testing the demo! Also, A.J, Narjs, and Ela, our other beta testers that have given us invaluable feedback! 💜 I think we are almost finished; we are still waiting for one of our VAs to deliver their lines, and I want to give another round of testing to the mac version of the game.

The mobile version will most likely come later than the PC one, as it's stated in our masterpost! 💜 I'll start working on it as soon as the remaining voicelines are incorporated and the betatesting for the PC version is completely finished.

This month we started to reveal our amazing cast! 💜 So far you've met Amon (Brian Vaughn), Envy (Aaron Moy), Xal (Francfil Pontañeles) and our Mysterious Seer (Callum Sanders). Everyone has been wonderful to work with, and we can't wait for you to meet them all in game!

We are also starting work on our teaser trailer; if we are lucky, we'll be able to work with a wonderful artist!

We are sorry this devlog is a bit on the boring side—what's left for us is deal with the hell that is founding a studio and publishing a game. Taxes, build distributions, taxes, taxes, paperwork, reading lots of scary stuff...At the end of the day, we are just four little cryptids trying to stay afloat. I'm very proud of how far we've come, but now that things are getting very serious, I can't help but to shake in my boots a little! T^T

Our demo release date announcement is very, very close. We haven't said anything about it yet because we want to be certain everything is in order and as perfect as possible for the release. We know that's impossible (I mean, being first-timers, stuff is prone to happen), but we want to work as hard as we can to avoid oopsies.

And that's it, folks! We hope we can keep coming at you with good news, and we are very excited (and terrified) of what's to come. Thank you so so much for your support, for sending us asks, for your lovely comments, and for being interested in our game.

As always, please take care, stay hydrated and healthy, remember to eat and take breaks, and make sure to give yourself some love today! 💜

#lost in limbo #visual novel #otome #interactive fiction #oelvn #devlog

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britt-kageryuu · 7 months ago

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Those who came to the stream were greeted to an interesting sight. And not just the large stack of various boxes labeled 'Christmas/Winter' either.

Mikey is sitting on top of a stack of precariously placed chairs, boxes, and a few wooden planks. On top of multiple spread out drop cloths.

What was he doing on top of this stack? Painting the ceiling.

The audience sadly can't see what Mikey is painting, and he isn't telling them either.

Though he was chatting with them while doing so. Leaving them to guess based off of the colors used.

"While we don't really follow other VTubers, it's kinda impossible to not hear about things that go on, and I don't just mean some drama. I'm talking about those fancy full body mobile screens that came out more recently. Though Dee says they're kinda impressed, they don't trust leaving the thing alone at an event."

Mikey pauses to lean back a bit to look at his progress, "I need to grab some more Starry Blue, and Glow paints. BRB!" He then jumped off the pile, without knocking it over somehow, and went to grab the paints he wanted.

Suddenly the infamous Roomba started up, going slowly along the edge of the studio. The audience watched what they could of its movement, because they couldn't move the camera, no matter how much they wanted too.

They watch as the Roomba gets close to the stack of makeshift scaffolding, only for an orange blur to appear and smack the Roomba into going a different direction.

The orange blur turned out to be a lovely orange cat, known to many as Sunny.

So of course the chat is filled with many cat emojis, 'shouts' of Kitty!, and 'cat streams!'

Sunny prowls around making sure the Roomba doesn't get close again.

A few minutes later Mikey returns with multiple containers of paint, "Sorry that took so long. I had to mix some of these myself and that takes so much time. Hey Sunny! How's the most beautiful kitty doing today?"

He puts the paints down and gives the Kitty some pets, scratches, and quickly grabbed her a treat in the form of a big piece of dehydrated meat. Sunny accepted the offering and continued to keep watch for the Roomba.

Mikey grabs the Paints and gets back up the stack to continue with his ceiling mural.

"Yeah, Dee barely trusted having their 'small scale' setup at the Convention we did, especially after all those stories of theft that was going on at other events. Though given they put tracking devices on pretty much everything, the thieves wouldn't get far. Though getting Dee to not harm them will be the real hard part."

There are multiple emojis being thrown about like 'CainInstinctDee', 'DeeBite', 'FeralDee', though some newer people were a little confused.

Mikey moves over a bit to work on the next spot, taking care to watch his footing, while also freaking the hell out of some people watching that didn't trust the construction of the stack.

"This part is actually pretty much done, so in a few minutes I gotta move this over a few feet." Mikey says while crouching down and looking at his 'scaffolding', "I never planned on this kind of thing, so we don't have a 'scissor lift' that would make this so much easier."

The stream then watched Mikey dismantle the stack, and put it back together about 4 feet to the left. And continue with his painting while chatting with the audience.

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Masterpost

#vturtles!#vtuber au #rottmnt au #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt michelangelo #rise michelangelo #rise mikey #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #rise tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt rise

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heyyoungbloods · 4 months ago

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"Life is nothing if you're not obsessed." Ch. 13

Post-canon RadioStatic.

In the aftermath of a little home wound stitching, Alastor and Vox take whatever this is between them to the next level, much to their mutual surprise.

We've done it, the fic finally flipped from an M rating to E. This segment was so long that we actually had to split it into three chapters, and this portion of it was STILL over 8,000 words. This scene in total is like 22,500 words. Wild.

Anyway be sure to read the tags and notes for this chapter because we got a little fucky with it.

But what's this? We also have...

"You don't love me in a way I understand." Ch. 3

Post-canon ValAngel.

Takes place alongside "Obsessed."

Angel takes a chance at staying at the studio after work to see what Val will do. He expects anger, since he's been avoiding Valentino for weeks, and instead is met with kindness and passion. What Angel doesn't know-- or perhaps is trying to convince himself isn't true-- is that it's all an act to win his compliance back.

Took us a hot minute to finish this segment, but hey, it's over 8,000 words as well, so enjoy! This scene takes place at the same time as ch. 6 of "Obsessed."

As always, be mindful of the fic tags.

In all, "Go to Hell for the Company" is over 92,000 words. Wow! Really impressive to me, given we've only been working on it for two and a half weeks! Hyperfixation go brrrrr.

(Series Masterpost)

#radiostatic #valangel #voxal #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #vox x alastor #valentino x angel dust #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #mytexts

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annimator · 11 months ago

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What’s Your Name? (Masterpost)

It was stated via one of the former egg admins that Egg A1 and Chunsik were meant to be the same person, and this would have most definitely been a storyline for us to watch and liveblog about if it weren’t for the circumstances involving what happened with Quackity Studios…

And that’s where I come in!

This is a story about Egg A1/Chunsik, and shows events that include but aren’t limited to his first appearance as A1, his reappearance as Chunsik, the Carnival event, and even the Egg Picnic with him, Pomme, Dapper, Ramon, Sunny, and Empanada. All retold through the point of view of our favourite little Korean Egg.

[This Fic was originally relegated to Tumblr posts until I got my AO3 account. The original Tumblr post chapters & the art that goes along with them are under the cut, but now you can also read the fic here!]

This story will involve multiple chapters (go figure this is a masterpost lmao) and will be a little bit canon divergent. I’ve always wanted to see Chunsik meet YD and KongKong anyways. That and how the hell Chunsik ended up in the closet we first meet him in during Acau’s arrival

And as someone that posts their art onto this hellsite, I will also be drawing some art to coincide with the chapters I’ll post!

Something to also note is that I will accept any and all help with writing for Chunsik, alongside the rest of the eggs and islanders. This is the first ever fanfic that I have written for any fandom that I’m in and I really don’t want to mischaracterize anyone.

CHAPTERS

[Prologue: It’s All Unpleasant Things]

[Chapter 1: Something’s Changing]

[Chapter 2: No Turning Back]

[Chapter 3: My Heart Is Overflowing]

[Chapter 4: It’s Not All That Bad]

[Chapter 5: Your Heart’s Beating Fast]

[Chapter 6: Be Strong, You Have Time]

CHAPTER ART

[Prologue’s End]

[Chapter 1]

[Chapter 2]

[Chapter 3 Shitpost]

[Chapter 4]

[Chapter 6]

EXTRA DRABBLES

[Drabble 1: First Reflection] (This is separate from the other chapters since it depicts Chunsik as a human-dragon hybrid. In the actual fic, he’s just an egg like in the QSMP canon)

[Drabble 2: Festive First Meetings] (aka I watched Bad’s POV of the Carnaval event and shit got outta hand because I made this fic)

#qsmp WYN #qsmp #qsmp fic #<- sorta this is kinda a masterpost for one :p #qsmp chunsik #THE PROLOGUE AND ART TO GO ALONGSIDE IT WILL BE POSTED SOON!

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infinitel · 25 days ago

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"Who Are You?"

a MASTERPOST

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eleanor-bradstreet · 2 years ago

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The Field: Back to Autumn (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Modern AU Rated: G - grief, character death Word count: 1.8k

Part 3: In a Week Masterpost

Author's Note: The last in a four-part series based on songs about fields/nature that I associate with Benedict. This finale is based on the song Back to Autumn by Tall Heights. Thank you to everyone who has followed along with this lifelong love story 💙

Decades later

The snow would not deter him. He had planned on going to see you and so he would. And he needed to bring flowers. Nothing too delicate. Something beautiful that wouldn’t wither immediately in the cold winds. There was always Clyvedon lavender in the storeroom - it would be perfect. He selected a fragrant bunch, pulled on his boots and wrapped himself in layers before stepping out into the snowglobe. The entire world was white and muffled into silence despite the wind that swirled the soft flakes around him. The only sounds were his own breath and the crunching of his footsteps. It was rare to get such a blanketing snowfall, but then again everything seemed strange and out of sorts these days. He moved slowly, a solitary figure dressed in black, picking his way across the blank grounds of Aubrey Hall. His knees creaked. A walk of this distance was hell on his arthritis and he probably needed a cane, which was something you had heckled him about. But he didn’t want to acknowledge his decrepitude, not yet, and he would keep making the journey to visit you, snow, rain or shine.

The tips of his fingers and nose had started to numb by the time he reached the field but he couldn’t be fussed to care. Being there set his mind on other things entirely. A lifetime of memories. The paintings, the wedding, the annual dandelion harvest for the estate’s wine production - a quirky cottage industry you had started which was happily carried on by the subsequent generation of Bridgertons. So much colorful life had played out on the field as if it were a stage. Now muted, the curtains drawn for the winter, it seemed unremarkable, indistinguishable from the others surrounding it. Except for one hallowed corner tucked by the treeline where there was a rise in the snow.

Taking a deep breath, he moved to stand before it. The joyful kaleidoscope of his memories in the field had been fractured when it also became the site of your grave. Then it had grown to be a bittersweet place of memorial. He coped by visiting you every two weeks without fail. He reasoned it was good exercise but he also found something curative in speaking to you, giving you updates on the family, his latest musings and frustrations. But that sense of peace had been threatened by recent events, the kaleidoscope at risk of shattering entirely. Because now he had to adapt to the sight of the new plot beside yours, the freshly turned earth mounded under a light cover of snow.

Anthony heaved a sigh that escaped in mist. He had known it would happen eventually but had never allowed himself to envision it. Selfishly he had hoped to pass first so that he wouldn’t have to bear witness. But Benedict had been so utterly bereft after losing you, moving through life like a walking wound, that it was clear he wouldn’t linger without you for very long. The illness that had marked your final months had drained him of energy. The only fuel he seemed to still possess was the power to love. Anthony knew that if the force of his love could have lengthened your years you would have lived forever, well beyond any of them. Benedict had managed for just over a year, physically depleting while his heart only seemed to grow larger and encompass all of the family that surrounded him. But none of them could mend the hole you had left and at last he had joined you, never waking from a nap in his studio, a half-finished portrait of your younger self before him.

That was two weeks ago and now he had taken his designated spot beside you. When you had known you were facing the end, you and Benedict had requested Anthony’s permission to make the field your final resting place. Though his jaw clenched and his eyes grew haunted, he had immediately agreed. It had given you a degree of comfort in those final, painful days, knowing that you were headed for your favorite place. The irony managed to bring a smile to your face, that you would indeed lay in the field forever as you had imagined doing in such a macabre fashion years ago. You and Benedict had called a number of places home over your years together and had filled each of them with love, but no place was as dear to your hearts as the field and you knew that its private magic would be preserved by the Bridgerton family for generations to come.

Anthony stared at the grave. He was no stranger to grief but it was a new experience to lose a sibling. He supposed he should be grateful that he had held onto them all for as long as he had. But Benedict had left a particular void in his wearying soul. He had not only lost a brother, he had lost his closest friend, his confidante, his advisor. The man with such a magnitude of compassion that it forced his own better nature to show itself. Now without his gentle guidance, Anthony clung to the scant consolation that his brother would always be on the grounds with him. He was grateful that they would be touching the same tracts of earth and he hoped that would help him to channel Benedict somehow, to feel his force in a way that would help him steady the helm of the family for the remainder of his days.

He had never been prone to sentimentality, had never seen any use in being wistful about the past. But as he stood alone in the chilling winds he wished for one thing. He wished he could go back in time to certain happy moments in the hopes that they would soothe the gnawing grief of his present. Any moment spent with you and Benedict would have comforted him, but there were some that stood out as the most vividly joyful. He recalled one autumn when the entire family had gathered at the house. With all of his siblings married, it was becoming something harder and harder to accomplish. But everyone was there with their spouses and children, as well as his mother and her new beau. Looking around at them all, he was overcome by a novel sense of peace, almost as if he had achieved a milestone and could now release some of his anxiety. But the moment was short-lived as he watched you back out of a conversation across the room and slip through the french doors to the terrace. Benedict, Kate and Phillip stared after you awkwardly before Benedict mumbled something and took off in another direction through the house.

Anthony had been worried. It was unlike the two of you to look anything but blissful together and it stung a little that you had run off alone rather than come to him for help. Ever the unshakable leader, he had downplayed whatever was happening and guided everyone to happy distractions. But a fear had lingered. A fear that something was seriously wrong between you and Benedict. A fear that his sense of peace had been misplaced. It grew more insistent as the hours passed but was dispelled entirely when you and Benedict finally returned, glowing, with arms around each other. Your laughter and reassurance had calmed everyone and the family was made whole again. The entire Bridgerton clan gathered around a bright fire, drinks in hand with the children asleep upstairs. Every Bridgerton was entwined with their partner but none so tightly as you and Benedict. There was something reinvigorated in the way you looked at each other, a magnetism so evident that to doubt it felt akin to doubting gravity. It was then that Anthony’s heart settled, sighing contentedly as he wrapped an arm around Kate. His family was safe. His family was happy. And they had their whole lives ahead of them. He wanted to go back to that autumn.

Or if not that autumn, to another treasured day. The day of your and Benedict’s wedding, the first and only one he had officiated. He had been daunted by the request at first but saw it as an opportunity he could not waste to publicly ridicule Benedict. The details of the event were perhaps not to his taste, dressed down literally and figuratively as guests gathered in the field and you and Benedict traipsed in barefoot, the only ornamentation being the natural sea of dandelions and floral arrangements of lilac and lavender. He did his best to whittle you both to the quick, questioning why you had chosen such a starry-eyed sod for a husband, theorizing that you weren’t as clever as he had thought, and so forth until everyone was sore with laughter. But then as he stood between you both, his closest brother and one of his dearest friends, he understood what a great honor it was to join you together. He felt as if he were stitching you into the tapestry of his family. He allowed himself to be sincere in his wishes for your future and didn’t realize he was crying until you handed him your tissue which caused more good-natured laughter. It was a moment and a day he would never forget, gaining you as a sister and knowing for certain that his brother’s sensitive heart would be cared for without fail.

You had been married in May on a day so warm and colorful it seemed impossible that it had occurred in the same white wasteland where he now found himself. If he couldn’t travel to the past maybe he just needed to carry on until next May. Then he could visit you on your anniversary. He pledged that he would make an occasion of it and would bring brighter bouquets of flowers. But for now all he had was the lavender and he knew he needed to start making his way back to the house. The cold was sinking in and it was a long trek.

He murmured a few sentences, news he thought you should know and sentiments to Benedict that he wished he had said before. He hovered over the marker, a single stone laid deep in the grass, inconspicuous but enduring. No names, no dates, just a stanza Benedict had written after you passed. Anthony kicked the snow away then bent to brush the words clear with a hand. He placed the lavender alongside and paused to read them as he had so many times before.

Of all the flowers in the field You alone were sweetest Of all the joys my life would know Your love would be the deepest

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so-idialed-9 · 2 years ago

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Liam being bi again, let's not ignore it

On his IG live on 7.8.23, Liam said John Singer Sargent is his favorite artist. Sargent's sexuality is heavily debated; modern interpretations are that he was likely gay - at minimum, much more an admirer of the male figure than the female.

Sargent never married, was intensely private about his personal life. X He was a neighbor to Oscar Wilde and would have been very aware of his trial.

Sargent's paintings are often considered homoerotic or "remarking on the fluidity of human sexuality."

Many of his works are sensual portraits of well-built men in generally feminine poses - arched backs, heads thrown back in passion, etc.

His muse was Thomas Eugene McKellar, a Black bellhop at a posh Boston hotel. Every figure - both women and men - in Sargent's mural at the Boston Museum of Fine Art's rotunda - is McKellar's face - though with his race obscured, and who was paid only a small amount.

He also created many other images of McKellar, one of which he exhibited in his studio his entire life but never showed in an exhibit.

McKellar's family have said they suspected he was gay, and that's why he moved away to Boston.

Some of Sargent's contemporaries remarked about him having many trysts with men when he traveled to Venice and Paris, with a preference for men with darker hair and skin.

Andy Warhol named Sargent as one of his inspirations. Sargent's mural of Hell for the Boston Public Library is thought of as some of his least sensual work - yet when Warhol first saw it, he referred to it as a "gang bang."

On his IG live Liam also read a username that referred to Timothee Chalamet, and before answering the question, he remarked on his attractiveness, twice.

A few days earlier, Liam posted two photos on Instagram of him meeting British artist David Hockney who he called his "inspiration and idol." Hockney is LGBTQ and is known for his intimate portraits of gay domesticity:

Here is a video of Hockney talking about Harry asking to be painted by him and someone please link the masterpost about Harry queer coding through talking about Hockney.

I'd say Lima mildly flirted with Mark Wahlberg in his thirst trap IG photo comments also x

Besides Ziam, my favorite bi liam content here x

#bi bi bi #bi liam payne #liam payne #queer coding #Liam's sexuality #not even gonna mention ziam in the post #john singer sargent #andy warhol #david hockney #Thomas Eugene McKellar #lgbtq artist #lgbtq artwork #7.8.23

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rockanroller · 2 years ago

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WGA / SAG-AFTRA Strikes Masterpost

[ !! this post will be edited if there are any updates to info or if i discover i made any errors in my research, so i don’t recommend reblogging it !! ]

✤ TL;DR:

viv has now said in an interview posted October 26th, 2023 that the delay was due to Hazbin Hotel not having a streaming platform, and making arrangements with Prime.

prior to that, viv said on July 13th, 2023, that she felt it was "safe to say" the actor's strike "effects both (helluva boss and hazbin hotel)" even though she could only speak for helluva. [ link to post detailing her tweets & replies that mentioned the strikes ]

what i think is the strikes weren't the main cause but they caused minor delays due to their effect on the industry, and the main cause was Hazbin Hotel not having a distribution partner.

the timeline of WGA strikes and Hazbin Hotel's delay coincidentally line up with each other

✤ basic info about a24 and the unions:

A24 handles producing (funding, organizing) and distributing (marketing, release strategizing, platform seeking) of their products.

Bento Box is the studio that handled animation for Hazbin Hotel.

WGA is the union for WRITERS in film, TV, radio, and online media.

SAG-AFTRA is the union for ACTORS and RADIO ARTISTS.

SAG-AFTRA allowed A24 to continue filming MOVIES with SAG-AFTRA actors around late July 2023 due to A24 not being affiliated with the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers (AMPTP) that SAG-AFTRA & WGA were/are striking against.

the only thing i've found about A24 and the WGA was a Redditor saying that in relation to SAG-AFTRA's decision to allow A24 to use their actors, WGA hadn't made a decision about A24.

The WGA contract does not cover writing for general advertising, however the development of branded television/entertainment shows/projects that are using WGA writers most likely would've been put on hold. Non-WGA writers would also hesitate to work during a strike for fear of ruining rep/scabbing/ruining their own chances to eventually join the union themselves. (pic below)

Regarding the above; "development" usually means earlier pre-production work, so this may not be applicable to HH at all.

✤ timeline of strike updates, hazbin releases, and vivziepop tweets:

A24 picked up Hazbin Hotel in August 2020.

The Hazbin Hotel Twitter posted that it would be coming in Summer 2023 on October 27th, 2022.

Hazbin Hotel's Twitter continued to make general promotional posts with images & GIFs of the characters throughout 2023 starting with... January 31st - "it's going to be one hell of a year!" February 28th - "lovers in hell"

Hazbin Hotel's wrap-party was posted about on socials in late March 2023. [ As far as I've found wrap-parties generally are held once everything is completed & ready for post-production, but can still take months or years to come out afterwards, although the industry tends to want things out the door fast these days. ]

Hazbin Hotel's Twitter continued to post promo tweets... April 1st - Angel Dust's "birthday" April 30th - "Charlie is excited! Are you?"

The WGA strike began in early May 2023

Viv says in a reply tweet that the WGA (writer's) strike wouldn't effect a Helluva Boss episode that had already been written. (this is true.)

Hazbin Hotel's Twitter continued to post promo tweets... May 31st - "What's Alastor so happy about? We'll see!" June 30th - "Someone had a great month! #happypride"

SAG-AFTRA votes in approval of a strike on July 13th, 2023.

Viv tweets on July 13th, 2023 in support of the SAG-AFTRA (actor's) strike and explains the strike "will effect show marketing and promo so things might take longer" but doesn't specify if she meant for Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel.

The same day, in reply to someone asking if the strike would effect both shows or just Hazbin Hotel, Viv says she can only speak for Helluva Boss, but that she thinks it's "safe to say it effects both."

The SAG-AFTRA strike officially starts at midnight on July 14th, 2023.

Hazbin Hotel's Twitter doesn't make any further promotional posts or announcements for months

There were many developments and meetings on the WGA strike during September 2023.

The AMPTP met with the WGA to officially restart negotiations on September 14th, 2023

The WGA resumed negotiations on September 20th, 2023, with Disney, Warner Bros. Discovery, Netflix, and Universal Pictures.

The meeting on the 20th was followed by meetings on September 21st, September 22nd, and September 23rd, 2023.

VivziePop posted a tweet September 23rd, 2023, that an update would be “coming very soon”

On September 24th, 2023, the “writers and studios reached a tentative agreement”

On September 26th, 2023, the WGA leaders announced the strike would officially end.

The strike for WGA ended on September 27th, 2023 at 12:01am PDT.

The Hazbin Hotel trailer that announced its new release in January 2024 was released the very next day, September 28th, 2023.

Hazbin Hotel's Twitter resumes posting on September 28th, 2023 when they share the new trailer as well.

VivziePop posted that she had watched “through the whole season of hh” on October 4th, 2023.

On October 9th, 2023 the WGA successfully agreed to a new contract with AMPTP.

The Hazbin Hotel "Happy Day in Hell" preview was released on October 14th, 2023.

The SAG-AFTRA strike is still on-going as of October 13th, 2023.

✤ !! UPDATE !!

Viv has now said in an interview posted October 16th, 2023, that the delay was due to Hazbin Hotel not having a distribution partner (streaming platform), and once they made a deal with Prime they then had to make arrangements. (pic below)

✤ final thoughts

it would seem that they’ve been working the entire time/on and off since March 2023, and the delay was due to difficulty finding a streaming platform/making arrangements with Prime, like Vivzie claimed in this interview, and just happened to fall into a similar timeline with the WGA strike.

since she has said in reference to the actor’s strike she felt it was “safe to say it effects both (helluva boss AND hazbin hotel) then it’s possible that both caused a delay.

i.e. they were delayed while trying to find a platform, but there were ripples from the "drama" of the strikes throughout the industry that could've caused some other minor delays along the way while they were trying to find a platform, and/or as they were settling arrangements with Prime.

alright that's all the data and speculations i have, enjoy, and as always remember to take speculations with a grain of salt!

[ also feel free to send me any receipts you have regarding all this, you can always share your thoughts or feelings or theories in my ask box if you want to, but pls do not come to insist what is or isn’t true without including receipts/links pls and thank you! ]

#hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop critical #thoughts #speculation #research #wga strike #sag aftra strike

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veephoenix · 2 years ago

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“They look at each other like they were almost lovers, like they should have kissed, and made love and laughed in bed together, but they chose to stay friends instead. They look at each other with what ifs and could haves and hearts full of regrets.” —Nikita Gill.

Chapter tags & trigger warnings: best friends to lovers, alcohol intake, sexual content, p in v (protected). | Word count: 5k | Cross posted on AO3. | Series masterpost. ✧.*

General trigger warnings: This work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction and violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

I don't know how we ended up like that.

One moment we were fine, and the next we were drunk.

At some point, our brain cells had ceded control to the alcohol. We had lost all inhibition to the extent of finding ourselves in a situation from which, in other circumstances, we would have recoiled without giving it any second thought.

But this time, it was different, and I couldn't take my eyes off Lia, nor my body from hers.

We had started the night with a horror movie. We'd had dinner half an hour before and then settled into the studio with a bowl of popcorn and a couple of beers. For weeks now, I hadn't been in favor of Lia drinking, given her situation and her condition with alcohol, but it was Saturday night, we were alone, and we'd had a good day, especially Lia, who after weeks of not showing any sign of joy, had managed to smile and I'd even heard her laugh.

I had missed that sound, and every day that had gone by without it and that I'd had to endure seeing the reddened areas on Lia's skin had been days spent in a kind of banal Hell, only soothed by the knowledge that under our roof she was safe.

So we'd taken two beers back to the studio and had settled in on the pullout-sofa, which had remained open since I'd given Lia my room weeks before and I had moved into the studio. We had brought a few cushions from the living room and a couple of pillows from my bedroom.

Outside, a strong wind was blowing, but we didn't mind. However, the storm outside matched the mood that Lia and I had set up inside the room, where we lay sheltered under the LED lights and the scent of an incense stick that I had lit a while ago.

Halfway through the movie, Lia got up and stepped over my legs and hopped down to the floor. She told me she was going to get a bottle of water. She was only wearing the T-shirt I had lent her a few days before and it was huge on her. It was practically hers at this point. When she returned, she had a bottle of water clutched to her chest with one arm and two more bottles of beer in her hands. I looked at her disapprovingly, but I couldn't say no when she gave me that look with puppy dog eyes.

The second beer became a third, and the third, somehow I can't remember, became a fourth. And by then Lia was already under the influence of alcohol, and I was starting to feel sleepy and a little dizzy.

At some point, amidst the laughter that was overtaking us as we watched the movie that should have made us jump out of our seats and stop our hearts every random second, I noticed two glasses with half a finger of whiskey and an ice cube about to melt on the small table next to the couch. When had they gotten there?

When I asked Lia, she leaned forward to see what I meant. She shrugged, but her breath exuded the unmistakable smell of the same drink. She suggested, between funny gestures, that she would take them to the kitchen, as if that would get the drink out of our system, but as soon as she stood up on the mattress, she wobbled. I grabbed her calf, pressing my fingers into her skin. Lia, by inertia, grabbed onto my shoulders to stabilize herself, unsuccessfully. Her hair fell over my face. And finally, she fell on her ass in the same place where she had been sitting.

Two seconds later, her laughter flooded the studio. It took me a while to react. The part of me that still had my feet on the ground was telling me that I should be concerned and do something before Lia got worse. Since I had brought her home weeks before, she had been medicating herself practically every day to calm her restlessness and keep her nights from breaking down with nightmares of her being back at Mitch's house and her mother, a figure in the distance, reminding her that this was what she deserved, just as it had been with the women in her family before her. I hadn't behaved myself when it came to my drinking either. I feared that if I didn't do something, if I didn't stop her, Lia would continue down a path that rarely ended well. However, there was another voice in my head, the one that belonged to the part of me that had already succumbed to the alcohol that night, and I ended up bursting out laughing as well.

I let go of her leg. Lia said something about how hard I had grabbed her, and looked down at her calf, where there were now red marks where my fingers had been. Her hair was loose and tousled, but even through her locks you could see her smile fall, and for a moment I thought Lia would look at me with terror in her eyes and run away.

While the bruises on her arms and face had faded days ago, the scars were elsewhere on her body.

"What are you made of?" She asked then, taking me slightly by surprise.

I frowned and then raised my hands.

"I just wanted to keep you from falling flat on your face," I replied.

"That wasn't going to happen," she replied, a half-smile reappearing on her face.

"Of course it was."

Offended, she picked up the nearest cushion and threw it at me somewhat clumsily. It didn't hurt me, but I threw her an amused warning anyway.

"Hey!"

"I wouldn't have fallen face-first! I'm...!" She paused for a second, her eyes on mine, as if she had suddenly forgotten what she wanted to say. On the TV, where the movie was still playing, someone had just died, although the truth was that neither Lia nor I had been paying attention to the story for a while, and the sound was just background music. "I'm fine!"

"Oh, yeah? Prove it to me," I challenged her. I leaned back against the cushions on the headboard of the couch, and was tempted to cross one ankle over the other, but I didn't because I knew Lia was going to fall.

Grumbling, she braced herself with her hands on the mattress and made an effort to stand up. When I raised a hand to ready myself in case I had to catch her again, Lia pointed at me and told me not to even think about it.

Stubborn girl.

She struggled, and wobbled a few times, but managed to get to her feet and as she stood up there, she looked down at me with her chin raised and brought her hands to her hips, wrinkling the fabric of the t-shirt and making it ride up a tad, revealing more skin from her thighs. My eyes wandered there for less than a second. I couldn't stop smiling.

"See?" She muttered proudly.

"Very good," I replied, pouting my lips in acceptance. "Now get down from there and take those glasses to the kitchen."

See if you can do it.

I saw in her eyes that she was momentarily lost. She was blinking repeatedly.

"You underestimate me, pretty boy," she said haughtily, then. "I can do that and much more," she continued, raising a hand and pointing a finger to the sky.

I would have been lost in the thought of her looking adorable if it weren't for the fact that she was drunk, and that Lia was not the healthy, happy Lia I wanted to see.

"Which philosopher said that phrase about balance...? "

She was beginning to ramble. She scratched her chin.

I squinted at her from my position. Lia was looking around, as if the sentence she was trying to find in her brain was etched in some corner on the walls around us, in the room where the guys and I had so much stuff piled up, from various computer screens to guitars to countless wires and plastic vines that crossed from one end of a wall to another.

"The balance..." she said in a whisper. "The balance is perfect, I think. Or maybe... Wait."

"Lia..."

"No!" she exclaimed, raising a finger again, this time to stop me. She was off balance again, as the softness of the mattress and her inebriated state didn't match, and she made a couple of clumsy, automatic jumps to the end of the pullout-bed, inadvertently stomping on the TV remote and causing the TV to turn off.

My body immediately rose up. I grabbed her arm and pulled her up to keep her from finally going face-first onto the floor, and in doing so, I was the one who fell backwards. I took Lia with me, who let out a squeal as her body met mine. She lay on top of me, her chest against mine, and her legs over mine. She shifted until she was prostrate with her forearms resting on my chest. My hands found hold on her hips.

"I remember!" She exclaimed. Her eyes were wide open.

I couldn't remember what the hell we were doing, or what the plan had been that night. I felt dizzy and out of place. Lia's alcohol breath whipped over me, and it mingled with the vanilla scent of the shampoo she was using and that had found a place in my bathroom since she was living with us.

"'Perfectly baaaaaalanced, as all things should be.' It was Thanos who said it. We went to see the movie together at the cinema, remember?"

She smiled. She looked very comfortable on top of me.

I don't know how she was able to remember those things given her state.

I didn't give a damn who said what. I had long since stopped watching Marvel movies. The only thing I could focus on now was the light brown color of Lia's eyes, a lighter brown than mine and sometimes, depending on the angle of the light, turning the shade of sand at sunset on the beach. It was not only that that enchanted me. The closeness made me lose myself in the universe that was in her orbs, in the grandeur of them, the long, thick lashes that framed them and the flicker of them like the wings of a butterfly, the little wrinkle at the side corner that was pronounced every time she laughed, and the way Lia's gaze itself was softening.

Until I realized that she was looking at me as if she was feeling the same thing I was feeling.

A minute before, we had been looking at each other with the confidence we had always looked at each other with. Two friends enjoying an evening together. A good movie and a bowl of popcorn. Nothing more.

Now, there was something else that hadn't been there before, (or maybe it had been... but I had tried to keep hidden for both our sakes).

Whatever we had been discussing had been forgotten. It had been lost in some corner of the room until it had managed to escape through some slot leading to the outside and had mingled with the wind increasing in the streets.

That amusement and yet confusion that had been present in Lia's eyes had dissipated. What was in them was now unfamiliar to me, but at the same time almost well-known.

Her gaze had always been my shelter, although this time, what seemed different was that Lia looked at me as if....

She looked at me as if she had had me in front of her all her life but hadn't noticed; as if she had just found something she had been looking for for years; as if she had been given her breath back even though for a few moments we both held our breath when our faces met mere centimeters from each other.

As the maddening beat of her heart softened, her light breathing intertwined with mine. I could feel against my chest the rise and fall of her own; how it slowed as our smiles fell and our gazes met in an instant that hung in time.

Lia's eyes dropped for an imperceptible second.

They looked at my lips.

Hers parted.

It didn't go unnoticed to my gaze because my eyes also went to her mouth.

My hands were resting on her hips, her hair falling on the sides of my face, and the thought that crossed my mind at that instant was that I wanted to have her lying under me, her hair spread out on the sheets like a pile of silk, and my fingers itched as I wanted to reach out and touch her face, her cheeks that were burning from the alcohol and the commotion we had formed in the room minutes prior.

I sensed her hands seeking support on my chest, her fingers wanting to cling to the fabric of my black t-shirt, which clung to my skin as her fingers began to press gently. It was as if she wanted to pull me closer to her without giving it all away, as if she wanted to make me believe that maybe it was just my imagination.

The more daring part of me was the part that made me roll on top of her to have her where and how I wanted her. Lia held her breath. It was only two seconds.

One of my legs was between hers, and my knee was very close to her groin. Lia was only wearing my T-shirt, which was huge on her, but in that position, and having fallen on the couch and now having me on top of her, the fabric had slipped up her stomach and the only thing separating the wettest part of her body from my knee was the fabric of her panties and the fabric of my sweatpants.

The thought nearly made me lose my temper. I felt dazed and weak-willed, (at least in regards to the kind of will that made me make sound decisions), and I cursed myself for allowing myself to drink so much; for allowing her to drink so many beers that night and not even have the memory of watching her pour us two glasses of whiskey on the rocks up to the top.

My vision blurred for a few seconds. As it cleared again, I saw a gleam in Lia's eyes that hadn't been there before. Outside, the wind was rushing, swaying tree branches and blowing objects around the yard and down the street. It was as if the chaos we had created between the two of us inside the house had been replicated outside, and the exhilaration I felt inside me was also a reflection of what was happening outside. The sky had been cloudy for hours, and soon it would start to rain.

I didn't care, because at that moment, all I wanted was to be petrified, with Lia under my body, her huge eyes locked on me, her breath attuned to mine, her vanilla scent flooding every one of my senses, enveloping me, and the slight flicker of her eyelashes making me lose the last ounce of sanity I had left.

Lia slightly flexed one of her legs. Her whole body reacted. I don't know if it was on purpose or if it was unconscious. My knee brushed against her crotch. The next thing I saw was her tongue moistening her lower lip. I felt her hands press hard against my back, press me to her, and then she raised her head a little and her mouth caught mine.

The flare of fire she ignited shot through me from head to toe, and before I could reconcile how dangerous that was, what we were doing and under what conditions, my hands were already on her face, on her cheeks, in her hair, and my mouth devouring hers as if outside there was a hurricane and we didn't know if we would ever see the sun again.

At least I was aware that without Lia there was no sun, and after that night, I was sure there wouldn't be either if I didn't have her like that, trapped under my body, at my mercy, surrendering herself. Her kisses were desperate, as if she had just reached the surface of a sea in which she had been drowning. I kissed her hard, returning the same passion that seemed to run through her veins. I was aware that it was probably the alcohol, but she couldn't talk sense into me. I preferred to believe that Lia was the one in control, that she was the one who wanted me there, my body pressed to hers as the wind became increasingly aggressive outside, my mouth on hers.

I slid one hand up to the back of her head, to the nape of her neck, and raised it a little so I could make the kiss deeper, cocking my head to the side at the same time. My tongue brushed against hers, and once they touched, there was no turning back, and our breathing became ragged and labored. Little exhales began to escape from her mouth, tiny noises in which her body begged for air but to which she refused to pay attention, and as the seconds, or minutes, passed, the exhales turned to moans, and the choked sound of them almost made me lose my mind.

Despite the alcohol, Lia had to be aware of what she was doing. She had to be aware of how much she was turning me on, of the hardness that was crescendoing in my pants and would soon press hard between her legs.

Fuck.

Her hands moved desperately up and down my body. They went from my back to my neck, to my face, to my hair. Then they sought the warmth under my shirt, and an electric current coursed through me as her fingers stroked the skin of my back and rib area. I shivered, and almost jerked as her body pressed tighter against mine. This time I was sure it had been on purpose. My erection slapped the spot between her legs and Lia gasped over my mouth, eyes closed. I grunted as I saw her expression. A surge of pleasure had just swept across her face, and I could hardly believe it.

If it continued like this, it would make me lose consciousness, and I didn't want, being with her, to unleash that primal version of me that sometimes emerged when I was on stage and that people loved in my voice and in the movements of my body. I didn't want to be that person with Lia despite the number of images that began to fill my head.

She started pulling my shirt up, and I let her take it off me, shaking it off to get rid of it as it went over my head and down my arms. The two seconds our mouths spent apart felt like forever, and when I was naked from the waist up, I descended on Lia again vehemently, holding her face, my fingers tangling in her hair. I moved my body so that I was completely over hers. My erection throbbed in my pants, and it was beginning to ache from being held under the fabric of my underwear and sweatpants.

Unable to restrain myself despite the voice telling me to stop and get away from Lia, I slipped a hand under Lia's shirt, my own t-shirt, the one she had appropriated days before and had been torturing me with day and night, every time she walked around the house showing off her legs and revealing the curve of her ass every time she stood on her tiptoes to reach the cups and the tea boxes in the kitchen cabinets.

Damn you, Lia.

Her skin was soft, and I sensed it bristle under the touch of my fingers. When I reached for her bra, I slipped my fingers under the seam until I reached her breast and felt under my fingertips the feel of her nipple, which became hard as a pebble. Lia let out a moan into my mouth, and when I pinched her, her nails dug into the skin of my lower back, making me feel a pain that pleased me.

Lia's body was tiny under mine, and I didn't want it any other way. I could lie to myself all I wanted in the daylight and tell myself the opposite over and over again, but Lia was made for me.

And I was made for her.

The next morning her lips would be dry and sore, but I had no intention of stopping kissing her as long as her lips sought me out.

I played with her nipple between my fingers, enraptured by the little noises coming from her mouth. When she pulled her head back and rubbed against my erection, I attacked her neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin there. There were so many things I wanted to say to her... The voice in my head wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her, tell her that I was going crazy and that we shouldn't be doing that, that we were each other's best friend, that we had promised....

As I kissed her on the neck and branded her, I considered the semantics of our promise. We had promised we wouldn't fall in love with each other, but we had never talked about sex, and people had sex all the time without being in love.

Keep hiding it as much as you want, Noah....

I shifted my hips toward Lia to quiet the voice drilling me, and let myself go.

I thought I heard my name on her lips. A whisper. A moan. Her hands dug into the band of my sweatpants, and pressed the skin of my ass, drawing me to her.

We would only stop under one circumstance, and that was if Lia decided she didn't want to go forward.

Because I definitely did.

One of Lia's hands slid down the side of my hip and groped the front of my waist. She hastily unbuttoned the knot of my sweats, and probably would have slipped her hand inside without preamble had I not neglected her nipple and grabbed instead her wrist, stopping her.

I lifted my head. Lia opened her eyes, and what I saw in them did not please me.

I was afraid that wasn't my Lia there.

"Lia," my voice escaped hoarse and raspy from my throat. I was trying to catch my breath, my sanity and my willpower. It was too much, and Lia's body was still under mine, clinging to mine, soft and warm. Lia's eyes darkened, her lips moist, and her cheeks flushed.

I could have told her anything, reminded her that we were two friends about to cross a line from which there was no return, that she was drunk, that I was a little way too tipsy, and that my head was spinning and I was scared.

Instead, I asked her if she was sure, and her answer was my undoing.

"I've been waiting for this my whole life."

I kissed her fiercely, as if I couldn't breathe without her. I told her to give me a minute. I stood up and walked out of the studio, stumbling over my own feet and bumping into the wall on the way to the bedroom. Everything seemed different around me, and as soon as I entered my room I had to stop for a few seconds and lean against a piece of furniture to remember what I was doing there. I walked over to the nightstand on my side of the bed. The fact that I already saw my bed as a shared place with Lia should have set off alarm bells days ago, but I hadn't wanted to assume that, because I liked that one side was hers, that her things were on the other nightstand, her smell on the pillow.

The boys were right. How long it would take for me to acknowledge it in front of them, I didn't know.

I opened the bottom drawer and rummaged through the shit I had stored there until I found what I was looking for. Just before I left the room, I heard Lia grow impatient. Her voice carried down the hallway and reaching my ears, almost making me laugh despite my state.

"Noowaaah!"

There it was, that stupid and adorable way of calling me since she was six years old.

"I'm here," I replied as I returned to the studio, trying to keep my balance. I had to put on a fucking condom and I had to do it right. At least that had to be done right.

Lia was propped up on her elbows, and looked at me with eyes full of impatience and lust. There was, at the same time, something childish in them, as if by leaving for those thirty seconds I had taken a toy away from her.

I glanced at her from under my eyelashes. Seeing her there, waiting for me, rubbing her thighs because there was no other way to satiate the heat she felt between them, had me on the verge of bursting.

I got rid of my sweats and boxers, and when my cock jumped into Lia's view I saw her eyes widen even more if possible, darken, and her lips part. She was killing me. I opened the condom wrapper and put the rubber on, and it didn't take two seconds before I was back on the mattress. Lia dropped down, submitting, her hair creating a halo around her. She let out a little cry of surprise when I grabbed her below the knees.

"Come here," I said.

I pulled her a little towards me, and hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties to pull them off.

Lia was fucking gorgeous, and I don't know what I'd expected, or what I'd imagined, but she was a gift I'd held in my hands forever and hadn't dared to unwrap.

I lay on top of her. Her hands went to my shoulders, to my hair, and she pushed me by the nape of my neck so that I would kiss her again.

My cock brushed against her entrance. She was wet. Soaking wet. I rubbed against her repeatedly, slowly, feeling her, reveling in the heat emanating from her and how slippery she was. If only the latex barrier hadn't been there... I needed to find out if her insides were just as slippery in the next sixty seconds or I would die right there.

She spread her legs further apart, giving me access, and I moved my hips slightly away to position myself at her entrance. I held my cock with one hand and stopped kissing her to direct my gaze to the point where our bodies were about to merge. Lia clung to one of my shoulders. I pushed. She held her breath, her chest swelling against mine. I looked at her again, and as I sank into her, I wordlessly begged her not to look away from me. I wanted to be a bystander in how her pupils dilated, how her lips parted, how she held back the first moan of our union and then let it escape as she relaxed and settled into my length, into the sensation of having me inside her. Her muscles molded to mine so quickly that I considered whether everything we had been through boiled down to the fact that we were meant for each other.

From the time I had found her that spring morning sitting on the sidewalk in front of her ramshackle house to the time I had saved her from that bastard Mitch while I was battling an unknown disease, and every single thing that had happened in between, had led to that moment, to Lia and I lying on the sofa bed in the house I shared with Jolly and Jessie, naked, drunk, and lost in our own and each other's pleasure.

I was delusional, but at that moment I didn't want to think about any other possibility. I didn't want to think about tomorrow, about the time when Lia would wake up and the alcohol would have dissipated in her veins, when she would realize that she had allowed me to sink into her and that we had both touched heaven when we cum. First her, and then me, following her to a peak from which I never wanted to descend.

When I started to move, I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the pleasure that made me almost lose consciousness. I remember Lia's body under mine, trying to move in sync with mine, the moans escaping her mouth and sneaking into my ears as her hands caressed my arms and back. I remember my name on her lips, and how that was a drug I knew I couldn't live with if I didn't take it again soon.

Although a part of Lia was far from there, Lia was everything I had dreamed of. Those dreams where I had crossed the line and imagined what it would be like to feel Lia naked under my hands, trembling with my fingers inside her, with my tongue caressing her most erogenous parts, had been close to reality, but this was so much better. When she asked me to go faster, I replied with a "shh" in her ear. I pulled her hand away from my back and moved her arm until I held it above her head. I intertwined the fingers of our hands and continued to torture her in a leisurely, delicious rhythm, my face sinking into her neck, feeling the caress of her hair on the side of my face.

We didn't last long, and the last thing I remember was lying on top of Lia, in her arms, both of us trying to catch our breath, and hearing her little laugh sneaking under my skin. Her fingers touched my hair, and I think I fell asleep to her caresses.

#noah sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian x ofc #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fanfiction

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im-s0rry · 1 year ago

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Grimm's Deltarune Secret Boss Masterpost

I've decided to make a Blog specifically for my Deltarune Fanart, Ideas, Concepts, Etc so I decided to make a masterpost for all my Secret Boss OCs.

Get Ready for heeps and heeps of lore and ocs.

Sketchit, Main Secret Boss OC.

TL;DR - Secret Boss for my main Deltarune AU/sidestory about an art studio. She's a forgotten sketchbook and is a conspiracy theorist who needs to prove herself right. Eventually she turns into a sick spider god for her Boss fight thanks to an artifact.

Lore - Sketchit used to be the main bosses apprentice, some would say his favorite apprentice. Well, until she was thrown to the streets when she wasn't useful to him anymore. She was distraught and broken and looking for answers...and someone gave her a sliver of the truth. A mysterious man told her something about the truth...and left her to figure out the rest...and oh boy she's trying. She began making theories and fully believing them until the story she made seemed to devolve and become very, very complex. Eventually, The Fun Gang came along and got split up. Kris and Ralsei took a wrong turn and met her. She explained the truth of this world and Ralsei interjected, saying that she was way off. Sketchit was pissed and, after a fight, told Kris to bring her an artifact in the main boss's fortress. If you break into the Librar(b)y and find the artifact, Sketchit will break through the wall, steal it, and read through it to show she was right...but she wasn't...she was way off...Sketchit didn't know how to feel...but she knew what she had to do. If she wasn't right, then she had to make it right...and Sketchit absorbed the Artifact to turn her into the spider god form I talked about. You get the Purple soul and kick her into the ground until she dies and she can finally rest...

Fredde-E, funni little guy

TL;DR - Fredde-E is THE burnt Ice-E box that was buried in the graveyard and now wants to be the king of fear. He eventually does become the king of fear through a contrived series of events and you kick his shins.

Lore - Fredde-E once wanted to make friends. He was once a humble little guy who just wanted friends...until the friend he tried to make burnt him alive and threw him in a ditch. But he felt something during that encounter, a new feeling. Something bonechilling that he had to share. He felt fear, and he wanted more of it. He took up arms, getting his claw from a...very interesting character...and went to try and scare people. Unfortunately he's adorable and no one found him scary, which really upset him...until the Fun Gang arrived and he found out about something he could do to finally be the "Nightmare-E King"...if you do his side quest he knocks you out and drags you to his lair where you have an epic anime battle with him with the Orange Soul where you kick his shins in until he feels that same feeling he felt all that time ago...but this time I'd be his last...

Tumbal, Your Old Pal

TL;DR - Locked in glass when the show was over / his body stood still and his mind would wander / a mysterious man appeared one day / and took the last bit of sanity away. / unlock the Box the Gods had forgot / and walk inside for his end was for not / one last show would be his last / but this last show would be one hell of a blast...

*snaps from the audience*

Lore - Tumbal was once the sheriff in an old western show, but when the show got canned and the cast left, he stayed behind in that set and was locked behind a pain of glass. His mind was left to rot and wither until he was demented and violent...and a strange crystal from a mysterious man only increased this. Eventually, Kris came alone and saw him behind his glass, and if you do the side quest, you and the Fun Gang will enter the set and get to meet Tumbal for one last show where you use the Green Soul and kill him.

Snakeyes, A new face in the worst of places.

TL;DR - Okay so there's Snake and there's Eyes, they may be the same person but different personalities. Gaster gives Snake a Shadow Crystal which makes him extremely violent, crazy, and obsessed with gambling. After some casual violence and being kicked to the streets, Eyes locks Snake up and he'll only show up if anything gambling were to show up which would never happen...right? They gave him dice, didn't they? Damn it.

Lore - So Snakeyes is the secret boss of a Dark Web "Chapter 2.5" Dark World. He's a "Fluffy Pony" Video. Which if you don't know, watch Cupcakes HD, then you will. Snake actually hit it off with the resident gang of the dark world and was on a hot streak...until the House decided to kick him out and rob him. He was distraught and took a strange crystal from Mr. WD Man and went insane. After beating the living hell out of the gang that threw him out, Eyes took over and was beat up and thrown to the streets. Eyes tried to lock up Snake in their mind and would only get out if anything gambling related was shown to him...and if you want to fight him, you do. Snake shows up and SUMMONS THE DEAD and you have to fight him with the Blue Soul untim you beat him up and he and Eyes die ): .

Other Secret Boss OCs I've made.

-Hattyr - A lost hat that gain the power to control the shadows and wanted to take revenge when The Spooky Bois came in and made his Dark World Spooky. He has a cool Secret boss form and you use the Orange Soul.

-Sadedown - A Reindeer Pez dispenser that Susie bit in half that took revenge by role-playing as Noelle to trick Susie to kill her for mutilating her. She uses the Blue Soul in her fight.

-Shröd - My fursona as a Chapter 2 Secret Boss thats a old folder of bad cat memes. They are definitely not Temmie trust me bro and you fight them in their Paradox Forme with the Light Blue Soul.

And that's a fraction of the secret boss ocs I'm comfortable sharing in this masterpost. I will probably be posting about them here and I hope you enjoyed at least one of my characters (let's be honest, it's Tumbal.)

#deltarune secret boss #deltarune fan character #deltarune #deltarune oc #deltarune au #deltarune fanart #secret boss #Why did I write a whole poem for Tumbal?#One may never know the reason

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britt-kageryuu · 10 months ago

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The VTurtles! Clip Channel~

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Leo: I was voted 'Most Handsome' in school.

Donnie: We were homeschooled Blue, and that vote was rigged.

Leo: You just had to ruin my fun didn't you?

Donnie: Of course. It's my job as the Older Twin!

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Raph: Honestly strangest moment from our childhood, was probably when, a bit after we got our own rooms, we get woken up in the middle of the night by a loud as hell fart. Smelled awful too. No one would fess up. We were arguing for days before learning it was Pops.

In the distance a faint "THE STINKY RAT BLAMED ME! SO I HID ALL OF HIS SNACKS!!" could be heard from somewhere in the studio.

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Mikey: So I may have been almost fired for throwing something at a customer. Thankfully the customer was one Incident away from being banned. So everything worked out okay.

The visible chat is asking what he threw, and what the customer did.

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Donnie: I loved Mythbusters as a kid. Unfortunately the don't try this at home rule was enforced by Red. Though Blue, Mandarin, and I have tested some of the tamer paint related experiments.

There is a pause before Donnie continues.

Donnie: Besides it was on Staten Island, the place needed some improvement. Wish we could've gone to Jersey, but Blue is technically illegal there, being a Red Eared Slider and such.

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A clip of Mikey on a makeshift Balance Beam, performing some amazing stunts. Then the dismount. Pan to the judges, and it's a group if stuffed animals holding cards with random pictures on them.

Leo: Who hired these guys? I woulda given him at least 2 unicorns!

Raph: They're doing their best okay!?

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Sunny walking around the studio carrying her ribbon, then jumping onto a shelf and putting it on a small pedestal. Then sitting looking proud with herself.

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A video of the 'Hatchlings' fighting over pieces of paper that have different names on them.

Kendra: We let them pick their names from a list, and they can't make up their minds, stealing the papers even if they don't want them. Mine wanted to be Amethyst Wyvern, but then Wyrms keeps stealing the paper. Brave move from him honestly.

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Donnie swinging his hammer and then lightly bonks Mikey on the head with a spoken 'Bonk.' with a squeaky toy sound effect.

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From the concert:

Raph and Stars (Mona Lisa) models are noticeably close in height with Raph being taller. Star then without warning just fireman carries Raph off the stage.

Raph looks like he's had this happen before, and isn't surprised.

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Masterpost

I was a bit bored, and watching some meme videos, if only to get some inspiration for what to have the Turtles say. Only like 2 of these might be based on memes, I honestly can't remember.

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preaching-to-the-fire · 1 year ago

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Preaching to the Fire (HH Adam x OC)

Chapter 6 — Stitches

Masterpost (info, tags, index) | [~2 370 words]

Before they leave the studio, Adam makes a point of letting the rat demon know he is starving again. Fortunately, Valska succeeds to puppy-eye the favour out of Nicolas.

"Fine," he'd said. "I'll call them. What do you want?"

— Ensued a two-minutes-long list of Adam's cravings.

When they reach the flat, plenty of food waits for them at the door — and to avoid stepping outside even then, Valska has it all brought up to the flat via the goods lift. She insists that they eat in the bedroom again because, she says, the rest of the apartment is too much of a mess. Adam shrugs, not sure how it's a problem.

As long as he gets to feast on all the wonders they ordered, they could be eating in the fucking toilets and he wouldn't mind. And it's exactly what he does : he wolves down all the burgers, sushi, fries, tacos, fried chicken, flavours crackling on his tongue, coming close to foodgasm.

Meanwhile, he notices, Valska barely eats. They're busy with their phone, tail whipping, foot stomping lightly, she mumbles to herself, pauses, goes back to her phone, caught in deep thinking. When he's finally full, Adam starts to get annoyed that they're so dismissive of his presence.

He burps and scratches his chin.

"Watcha doing ?"

"Thinking of the concert," she mumbles. Then she seems to remember it's him she's talking to, and says, more light-heartedly. "Your first appearance on a hellish stage. Must be prepared! Must be perfect!"

She jumps up on her feet and starts pacing around the room.

"Tomorrow we gotta find the song you're gonna sing, practice it as much as possible, include you to the concert's routine, issue new posters, and !" She turns to him. "We really, really need to something about this."

Her clawed finger is pointing at his face.

"Why change the mask though?"

He doesn't mind that it's broken. It has an edge.

"Not that it freaks me and most of Hell's inhabitants out," Valska says with an apologetic smile. "Although, you know— it does. But for both our sakes, I think it's better no-one knows who you are when you'll be performing. Let's not forget you are the leader of a genocide, krkr. We wouldn't want some rightfully vengeful demon to jump on stage and slit your throat, uh? Accidents like these are rather commonplace here," they say, matter-of-factly.

Then they add, for themself, voice low : "It'd also spare me the backlash. Can't exactly bet the Overlords will be keen on the idea of me producing you."

Adam shrugs. Didn't like politics in Heaven, doesn't like them any more in Hell. Well. Unless it lets him have his fun.

"As long as I have a mask on."

"It's part of your persona. I wouldn't dare take it away."

Adam slips a hand under his t-shirt and rubs his stomach when he suddenly winces.

"Argh! What the fuck?"

He looks down at his hand and his heart skips a beat : red blood.

"... No," he lets out, breathless.

Valska immediately appears in front of him, although it's not really him they seem to be worried about.

"Aaah man, not my 50th anniversary t-shirt !" they whine. They inspect, not exactly daring to touch Adam. Then she raises a hand to calm him (or herself) down. "Alright, don't panick, I'll fix you right up, I just, just--"

She looks around and clicks her fingers. Adam opens wide eyes as a little queue of rats appear at the door and trott up to her, carrying compresses and everything.

He sticks out his tongue in disgust when the small rodents jump on Valska's legs and climb up on her shoulders and head. They grab the medical supplies from their little mouths and crouches before Adam. He notices their tail whips right and left in small, nervous movements. She frowns.

"Can you. Well."

She gestures at his body.

He wants to make a joke about how he'd usually make her beg for that kind of thing, but worry twists his gut, so he shuts up instead and raises the t-shirt up to his neck, swallowing hard. He doesn't want to see the red blood there.

He waits, feeling as they pull softly on the bandages to make an idea of the mess underneath. She doesn't linger.

"That's a really deep wound…" she says in a lifeless voice. "I expected your hellbirth to heal you, as it should've, so I only put a bandage to slow the bleeding but... I didn't expect it to stay open."

Adam risks an eye down at her. No half smile, no malicious eyes. The worry there doesn't reassure him one bit. She seems to notice his gaze and rakes a hand through her hair.

"Uhm... Let's just... I'll just stitch you up and we'll see how it goes."

"Ugh..." moans Adam, pulling a face. "Alright. Do what you gotta."

She takes a needle out of the mouth of one of her companions

"Woah, wait, isn't that supposed to be sterilised or something?" worries Adam.

"Hey! Rats are very clean animals, okay?"

"Sure."

He rolls his eyes and stretches one of his long finger towards the needle — a spark crackles at its tip, then disappears.

Valska's ears shoot up and their rats squeal and hide at their feet.

"Gner, fuck," Adam mumbles. He shakes his hand and tries again. The spark becomes a higher flame than expected, which surprises him and Valska both. Finally, he tames it into a smaller flame and drowns the needle in it.

When he's done, he winces and lies back. "Okay. Do your thing."

"Uh... Okay."

They shake their curls and lean in above him. First he feels their fingers push lightly against his stomach, around the wound. Again, he wants to make a joke to dismiss his vulnerability but can't think of any. Then, without warning, the needle pierces his skin.

"FUCK!"

He sits upright. Valska lets out a squeaking sound and raises both hands to rake her cheeks.

"DON'T MOVE YOU IDIOT, ARE YOU STUPID??!"

"THAT FUCKING HURTS, BITCH!"

"IT'S A NEEDLE, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT??!"

"JUST WARN A GUY, AT LEAST!!"

Adam looks down. The needle's still stuck right through two patches of skin, his skin. He lets out a high-pitched cry :

"Oh my fucking-- FUCK!"

"I know, I know !" whines Valska. "This is the worst… ! Your hellbirth will make all the pain so much stronger… But it was supposed to have healed all your wounds, too! I don't get it!"

Adam breathes in then out, loud. "Alright. Alright. I ain't no pussy. This is fine. Just-- get on with it."

"You sure?"

"Yep. Just fucking do it. I can totally take it, eh."

She leans in again, keeping an eye on him. "Okay but don't move or I'll slit your gut open. Now, I'm going to touch you. This is me warning you."

He feels their hold as they reach for the needle, so he lets out a long, loud, dry breath. He doesn't feel too much at first. Then--

"FUCK!!--okay no, stop, I can't take it, I can't take it!"

Valska steps backwards, claws raking their hair in worry. "But I can't just leave it like that. It'll only get worse." They pace around the room, tap their foot nervously. Eventually she turns to him and says : "Look. Do you do morphine?"

Adam shoots a look at them. His mask buzzes, and they somewhat recoil.

"Really bitch? What dyou think I am, a fucking schoolgirl?"

"That a yes ?"

"Of course I do morphine! For fuck's sake! Why didn't you start with that! Get it out!"

She exits the room with a frown and when she comes back a minute later with a small tray stamped with smiley faces, he questions :

"What, the rats couldn't do it for you?"

"Never," they shoot back immediately. "My kids ain't going anywhere near that shit."

He raises an eyebrow at that.

"Woah kids, really? Okay. Rat-hugger," he mumbles.

They walk up to him and hand him the tray like they're eager to get rid of it. He casts a critical look at the single line of powder.

"Uh--you're serious? What's that? I ain't fucking cherry, you're gonna have to double it if you want it to actually kick in."

"Hellbirth, moron, how many times do I have to spell it out for ya?" they frown. "It'll kick right in, trust me."

Maybe it's just him but he feels his bull-like ears shiver as his mask translates the hurt in his ego. "Don't call me fucking moron, bitch, shut the fuck up," he mumbles. He can't think anything else to come up with.

He raises his mask and sniffs the line in one go.

"Fuck," he groans, pushing on one nostril. "Didn't remember it stung so much."

Valska goes back to their chair and sits down. Two rats slide down her arms.

"Now wait," she says, petting one rodent. "It's your first time so it should kick in pretty quickly."

Adam lets out a shivery chuckle and waits, slowly grasping the implications. He doesn't remember the first time he did this. Hell, drugs didn't even exist back in Eden. So really he thinks, he's been a real saint all throughout his life.

And at least half of his death. Geez. These had been the boring days.

The rat demon was right; the morphine kicks in quickly and hard enough too. He feels a little lighter, or number. But he also feels unusually anxious. Suddenly he remembers he's not in Heaven, not with someone he knows — he's not in control, as he usually is.

His fingers start drumming on the bed.

"Where's my axe?" he asks all of a sudden, loud.

Valska raises an eyebrow at him and motions at the instrument laying by the bed, on his right.

"Oh. Uh, right."

He leans in, curses at the pain, grabs the thing and sits back up, cursing some more. He starts strumming, mechanical, automatic.

"You know," he sneers. "Usually when a girl got me screaming in bed it's for slightly different reasons."

The rat demon's ears first wriggle in confusion. Then, when they understand, their nose wrinkles and their tail whips faster, and Adam notices all of it with sadistic satisfaction. Valska jumps on their feet and casts a mean look at him.

"Strumming, breathing hard, feeling flirty — I'll take it one line was enough and it's working out just fine already. Let's get on with it."

She grabs the needle again and, as he's sitting on the bed, crouches in front of him.

"Cand you ditch the guitar or am I supposed to sew the strings together with your gut??"

Adam gives her the frown and smug smile he knows will drive them crazy. He strums louder.

"You--! Ugh. Ókei," she mumbles and shakes her curls.

Valska resumes the sewing with impressive skill, despite the guitar blocking much of her view. For Adam, it doesn't matter that he has to hold the guitar right below his neck like he's Johnny fucking Cash — he has to put up a front.

Especially when she's literally between his legs, he thinks, and somewhere he feels a twitch but he winces as his hand derails and the guitar screams. Valska stays remarkably calm, if not for their ears shooting up.

They're already halfway through and he didn't feel anything.

"Looks like you did that a lot."

The words stumble out of his mouth and he feels breathless. He stops playing, tosses the guitar aside and takes off the mask completely. Damn it, he thinks, he's done this more times than he can count but this really does feel like... The first time. Fucking hellbirth.

"I started in the sewers," the rat demon grins. "As every rat does. You better know how to fix yourself or ain't nobody gonna do it for you."

She glances up at him and realises he's ditched the mask. They stare into his golden-rimmed, red eyes maybe a second too long.

"You're fixing me up though," Adam says.

"I need my future rockstar up and running for the concert," they say focusing back on the wound. "Don't get attached, big boy."

"Pfft, sure."

And he ain't getting attached, really he isn't. But despite his better instinct, deep down, he likes being taken care of.

Eve used to do that for him. Wrap him in her golden arms, her long fluffy hair gently brushing his shoulders. She never had to stitch him back together though.

He presses a hand against his forehead. He doesn't want to think of Eve.

"I mean, you're the one between my legs."

This time it's not the needle but their claws that dig through his sides, and he winces slightly.

"Shut up."

"Why? It's alright babe, you're not the first one lusting all over me," he smiles smugly.

"You fucking wish!" Valska shoots back, ears drawn backwards. They crack a sadistic smile: "You couldn't handle this rat in bed even if they let you try, angel. And I don't do virgins anyway," they end on a teasing note, shrugging.

Adam frowns. The statement takes time to process. Did they just call him a virgin? He's about to bark back at her but she's up on her feet already.

"Aight, we're done here. Be careful with that. You just went through a rough couple of days so that fix is gonna knock you right out."

Adam grabs his guitars and lies back, starts strumming again, louder and faster. He's feeling sleepy but doesn't want to fall asleep before them.

Valska stands there a second too long. Their look strays across the fallen angel's body and they feel a shiver crawling up their spine.

Meeting his look, they immediately know he's dropping off. And something in those lethargic eyes trying to fight the sleepiness away, like a prey knowing there's danger around, wakes a craving in their own gut. The first man is at their mercy, it would be so easy to--

She shakes her curls and lets out a dry breath.

"Get some sleep. You better be up to my expectations tomorrow."

"Like I ain't already," says Adam with a twisted smile.

Crossing the door, she says :

"Haltu kjafti, angel!"

#adam/oc #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin fanfic #adam x oc

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the-whumpening · 1 year ago

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The Backstory Arc, Part 6 (not canon, but fun!)

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nobody said "no" to the fic about Ash getting pegged sooo...

[Three main context notes: 1) Ash sounds immature and silly in this one bc he’s just kind of a goofy guy and he’s still a little dumb at this point in the story (still an adult capable of consent, just goofy). 2) He and Uma met when he accidentally broke her sculpture and had to help her in her studio to repay it. And 3) this is sort of a very slightly alternate timeline where the two of them had more time together and, by extension, had more opportunities for sexual exploration. This is an old fic so it’s written a little differently than I’d write it now, but I still think it’s fun.]

Content: explicit sex scene, pegging, anthro-ish character, f/m pairing, slightly feral

Long post (around 3.2k words!)

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Steam rises from the large stone basin as the last of the hot water splashes in. Uma slides in the tub and pats the water to invite Ash. He grins broadly as he plods in, his ears and tail twitching with excitement and his body splattered with clay.

“You know, I found out that most cats don’t like water? Which is weird, since tigers love it!” Ash says as he sinks into the bath. Uma splashes him playfully and scoots closer.

“Well, I’m glad you like it, cause you really need a bath.” She cups a handful of water in her hand and dumps it on his head. “Next time, put down the clay slurry before you sneeze, dummy.”

Ash shakes the water off his head. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make a mess.” He turns to show the splotch of dried clay right between his shoulder blades. “Could you help me get this clay off my back?”

“How the hell did you get clay there?!” Uma chuckles as she wets a cloth and starts scrubbing. Goosebumps pop up all down his back, and his tail twitches. Uma swears she can hear him purring. “Oh, does it feel that good, Kitty?” She giggles and leans in to nibble on his ear. He gives a quiet murmur of enjoyment before snapping out of his daze.

“U-uma!” he laughs. “I really do need to clean up. We can play after the bath!” He tries to gently push her towards the other side of the tub, but Uma stubbornly scoots closer, trapping him in the corner.

“We can do both,” she says with a cocked eyebrow and a wry smile. Taking the cloth she used before, Uma carefully wipes the clay off Ash's face. She traces over his lips to the curve of his strong jaw, revealing his stripes from beneath the mud. “There. That's a start, at least. Now I can see your pretty face, Kitty.” At her comment, his cheeks flush and he chuckles breathily.

“Come on, let me just finish washing up,” he says, with a bit less conviction than before.

“No way! After the mess you made, I don't think I can trust you to clean yourself up. Stay still, Kitty—be good.” She gives him a quick kiss on his cheek before backing up to start scrubbing the rest of his body. Ash drops his protests as Uma’s hands drag across his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Her hands move further under the water, and he can feel the rough cloth against his thighs.

Ash tries hard to stay still, but this endeavor becomes increasingly difficult as Uma meticulously traces every inch between his legs.

“I know I didn't get any clay there,” he laughs breathlessly.

“Silly cat, you can always use a good cleaning.” A fiendish glint shines in her eyes, and Ash realizes he might be in trouble. “Actually, I have an idea. Flip over, Kitty. On your hands and knees.”

Although Ash is unsure and suspects her “idea” may end up humiliating him, he complies.

“Okay. Now what?”

Uma rubs her palm up and down his back a few times before speaking. “Relax. I want to try something. This might feel weird, but you know what to say if you want me to stop.”

Ash takes a breath, trying to relax his muscles despite his embarrassment. Even so, his tail instinctively covers him as it always does. It’ll be fine, there’s no need to worry, he reassures himself.

“I trust you,” he says as he sinks into the position, letting his bottom rise up further. Uma roughly grabs a handful of his cheek, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Good Kitty, just like that. Now let's get that tail out of the way . . . ” She pushes his tail off to the side, swatting it as it attempts to curl back around. Ash knows he's fully exposed now, but he just keeps breathing and reminding himself to trust her.

A warm trickle drips down between his cheeks as Uma wrings out the wet cloth against his skin. She tenderly traces up and down with the cloth, paying special attention to the hole he's never thought much about. Why is she spending so much time there? he wonders.

She submerges the cloth again to fill it with water, then plants her hand on one cheek, pulling it apart just a bit. The tiny, rough corner of the cloth swivels into him, and as Uma squeezes, water dribbles inside. He reflexively puckers, unsure of the sensation. She gently twists the cloth, corkscrewing in and out of his tight entrance. When she withdraws the corner, Ash feels a nagging need he can't quite put his finger on.

But he doesn't need to—Uma places her own wet finger against him, teasing the entrance.

“I’m going to push in, okay?”

“In whe—?” His question is abruptly cut short by the answer. Uma’s slender finger plunges into him, and he bucks his hips upward in response.

“U-uma! What’re you—!” He’s at a loss for words, stunned by this new and exciting sensation. His member stiffens greedily and he begins to loudly pant.

“Ooh, what a good Kitty! I didn't expect you to get worked up so fast! You can rock back on me, go ahead.” She presses deeper into him, almost the entire length of her finger now inside. Muffled squeaks sneak out from Ash, who has clamped his mouth shut to keep from groaning. He pushes back onto her finger and gently starts to rock. Why does this feel so good? This hole isn't meant for that, right? Even so, he can’t deny the electricity pulsing through him or the warmth in his face.

An unexplored part of Ash’s mind clamors to the front, and suddenly the single small finger inside of him seems inadequate. Uma can see his writhing grow more needy, so she gathers more water to wet her hand again and slips in a second finger. As before, Ash struggles to keep quiet, embarrassed at the sounds threatening to escape. She giggles at hearing this and uses her free hand to tease his thighs and exposed member. His knees buckle, and he barely maintains his balance.

“Uma,” he squeaks, his head spinning and stomach starting to swirl.

“Do you need a break, Kitty?” she teases. “Don’t worry, I have a toy for you to play with. Here, come sit on your knees.” She removes her fingers, a low groan slipping out from Ash, and steps out of the bath. As she cleans her fingers, she points to the mat. “Sit.”

Ash’s legs wobble as he goes to kneel on the mat, and his wet skin glistens in the afternoon sun. With his hair still soaked, he looks astoundingly similar to a drenched cat. Uma quickly pats herself dry with a fluffy towel and retreats to her bedroom, calling “Stay!” as she leaves.

What kind of toy could she possibly mean? Ash wonders as he waits for her to return. His nerves are still alive with energy, and his sex drips with excitement. It takes all his willpower to stay put, but he manages to wiggle back and forth just enough to stay focused.

When Uma rounds the corner back into the room, the first thing Ash sees is the protrusion several inches in front of her. Around her hips hangs a belted harness, stitched together with several strips of leather and heavy fabric. Attached to this harness is what Ash can only assume is some sort of rubbery . . . mushroom? However, as she comes closer and stops right in front of his face, he can clearly make out the familiar shape, no bigger than his own.

“Remember what I did the other day, when I put you in my mouth?” Uma asks, stroking Ash’s face with her hand. “Why don’t you try that for me? Suck on my toy, Kitty.”

His face goes red, and he darts his eyes away from hers. She picks up his chin.

“Ah-ah-ah, no looking down. Be a good boy and open wide.” She gently pinches his jaw to force his mouth open. “There we go! Now take this and get it nice and wet.”

Though he’s still embarrassed and struggling to keep his head up, he allows her to enter his mouth. For a second, he’s not quite sure what to do with it, and he tries to recall what Uma did to him. Seeing the hesitation, she just slightly thrusts her hips, letting it pass in and out of his mouth.

That same newly-found part of Ash kicks in like before, and he starts to bob his head to meet the member. He can’t quite place why, but this part of him seems to . . . enjoy sucking on the phallic toy. In fact, his embarrassment begins to fade the longer and deeper he takes it, and he nearly forgets that Uma is on the other end. The fullness in his mouth, the slippery sound, the pull of his lips across the surface—it all awakens an emptiness inside him, an ache he didn’t know he had.

Uma brushes his hair back from his face, catching a faint purring sound from behind his lips. She pulls him off, a string of spit tethered to his lip, and pats his cheek approvingly. He smiles, breathless and tipsy from the flood of emotion.

“Good job, Kitty! I’m impressed. You put your whole little heart in that, didn't you?” she teases. “How do you feel?”

Ash can barely talk; his head is swimming, and thoughts drift away as soon as they bob to the surface. He rests his cheek in Uma’s hand, still quietly panting, and looks to her with pleading eyes.

“I . . . I want more,” he begs through the faintest growl. There's something increasingly animalistic in his face, a wildness just barely contained. Uma smirks and lets go of his face, reaching over to grab the bottle of lubricant she brought with her.

“Of course, poor little Kitty. Come along.” She gestures for him to rise and follow her. He does so, leaving a splotched trail of water as she leads him to her couch. “Bend over the side, like that. Good boy.” She gives him a firm smack as he drapes over the couch, his entire backside left exposed and available.

Seeing his hips slowly squirming, Uma chuckles.

“You really like being bent over doggy-style, don’t you?” she says, kneeling behind him on the couch. He looks back at her, confused.

“You mean tiger-style, right?” His tail twitches impatiently as Uma lets out a peal of laughter.

“Of course, Kitty. Tiger-style. How silly of me!” Still snickering, she opens the bottle of lubricant and begins to wet her shaft and Ash’s tight entrance. He whimpers at the touch, unconsciously pushing back against her.

She gently grabs the back of his hair and gives it a tug. “I assume you’re ready, Big Guy?” she asks in a low murmur. He tries to nod, forgetting his head is being held, and she releases his hair to trace her hand down his spine.

“R-ready,” he pants, clutching the couch as his excitement builds.

Uma places the tip against him, barely poking into him. She lets his body pull her in, taking her time to let him adjust around her. As she enters him so agonizingly slowly, Ash attempts to stifle the groans rising in his chest. When he seems ready for more, Uma presses her hips forward, burying it deep inside of him. The effect is immediate: goosebumps rise all over his body, and his hair stands on end. He lets out a sound neither of them have ever heard from him before, somewhere between a choked sob and a primal moan. His nails dig into the cushions like daggers, and his back arches fiercely, the stripes down his spine stretching to their limit.

She is only barely dipping in and out of him, but Ash is already seeing stars, his mouth hanging open and his lip trembling. Although he’s experienced a lot of new sensations with Uma, each more scintillating than the last, the gentle thrusts of this member inside of him are beyond comparison. He feels so satisfyingly full, the empty ache finally remedied. His barely-coherent thoughts keep repeating one word: yes! Unable to contain himself, Ash begins to push back toward Uma, forcing the shaft deeper and faster into himself.

“Easy, boy,” she murmurs soothingly, massaging his backside. She is astounded at the change in his demeanor; this hulking man reduced to begging on his knees, yet the animal side of him is fighting to come out. As Ash feverishly sinks back and forth and Uma thrusts to meet him, she can hear the inhuman roar beneath his moans. Without warning, his tail furiously wraps itself around her waist, holding her closer.

For a moment, Uma is genuinely frightened of this enormous, feral man. It’s almost as if he’s in a rage; he seems completely out of control. With one wrong move, he could easily injure her. But, as he turns his head and drops even lower, Uma catches the desperate, pleading gleam in his eyes, and she remembers she has nothing to fear. She grasps his tail, unwinding it from her waist, and pins it to his back with her hand. With her other hand, she presses on his hips, holding them still as she pulls out.

His head pops back up, his mouth agape and eyes wide. “U-uma!”

“Ah-ah, Kitty. Calm yourself. You stay still; don’t be greedy. I’ll give you what I give you. Can you be a good boy for me, Kitty?” She tenderly grabs his face, kissing his forehead, then returns to position herself behind him.

He nods. “Yes! Yes, I can! Please, Uma?” His voice is quiet and breathless, intercut with small whimpers. His own member, teased from lightly grazing the soft fabric of the cushions, aches with stiffness. He can feel the tension building inside him, desperate for release.

“Good. Then stay still, like the sweet little statue you are.”

Again, Uma lubricates the toy, taking care to still insert it as slowly as she can. Ash clings to the side of the couch as if he were going to be swept away in the tide. Be still, be still, stay calm, he repeats in his head. But all his willpower begins to melt away as soon as she plunges back inside of him. It's somehow even more delicious than the first time, and he can't help but jerk his hips.

He's met with a stinging smack to his rear, followed by Uma’s soft hand soothing the pain.

“Still like a statue, Kitty. Make as much noise as you like, but stay still. Every time you move, I'm going to smack your plump little cheeks, understand? Here,” she says as she places a pillow by his head. “If you need something to bite down on.”

Ash frantically tucks the pillow beneath his chin and tries to lock down his pleading body. Waves of pleasure wash over him with each stroke, threatening to push him over the edge. He takes Uma’s advice and sinks his teeth into the pillow, letting it absorb his shuddering moans. His whole body is trembling, torn between the command to be still and the electricity surging through him. All he can do is cling to the pillow and helplessly whimper.

“Much better, Kitty,” Uma murmurs.

She rewards his obedience by speeding up and delving deeper into him. His rigid shaft is bright with arousal; it drips, creating a tiny puddle of clear liquid beneath him. Thunder rolls through his muscles as the pressure in him builds, a charge crackling in his mind. I can't take much more! He tries to speak up and tell her he’s nearly at the peak, but all that escapes is an unearthly moan. Burying his face back in the pillow, he rides the wave, desperate for the inevitable storm to rage within him.

“Oh, Kitty, you're doing so good!” She says in response to his outburst. “I know what you want, but you'll have to play by the rules. Stay still, no touching yourself. Just let me make you feel good, alright?”

Is that even possible? Can that happen without touching it at all? His body thrashes against the command, a current buzzing under his skin. He nods, knowing that if he tries to speak, he won’t be able to hold back the eager moans filling his throat.

She pulls his hips up toward her so the gentle caress of the couch no longer touches him. As her strokes grow faster and more frantic, what little self-control Ash has left withers. He bucks his hips, she slaps. He rocks back, she smacks. No amount of correction can keep his frenzied body in check for long. In fact, the repeated sting on his backside starts to become intermingled with the pleasure, enhancing it somehow.

Electricity crackles in his mind, his vision almost blurring as the thunder passes through him. With the next intoxicating stroke, lightning jolts through his shuddering body, his shoulders collapsing to the plush cushions.

“Evi—!” he starts, before shoving his open, drooling mouth onto the pillow. Where did that come from?! He wails as the crackling pleasure causes his knees to buckle and a trickle of white fluid to pool beneath him. He jerks and sputters as wave after wave crashes into him. When he’s fully spent, his body falls limp, another whimper slipping out as Uma removes the toy.

“Ash? Kitty? You okay?” She kneels down by his face, combing his damp hair out of his eyes. “I know that was kind of intense.”

His eyes wander listlessly to her face, but he finds that his vision is still blurred. He tries to rub his eyes, but his fingers come back wet. Am I crying? Why am I crying? Uma sees the panic set in and gently holds his cheek.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she soothes. “This happens sometimes; it’s okay to cry. Are you hurt?” He takes a ragged breath and thinks for a second, then shakes his head. Words just aren’t coming to him now. “Can you move? Why don’t we lay down and rest a minute, yeah?”

She helps him to his feet, his legs wobbling and his mind still a swirling blur. He stumbles alongside her to her bed, slipping beneath the blankets as she climbs in beside him. He curls into her, resting his head on her shoulder. She wraps her arms around him and places a soft kiss on his head.

“You were so brave; I’m really proud of you,” she murmurs. “Get some rest. We can talk when you’re feeling up to it.”

His body is exhausted and a fog hangs over his head. As he lays in her arms, tears continue to flow, though he’s not sure why. What does this mean? Why did I say that? Why, when I look at her, do I just see . . . him?

Through the fog, his bleary thoughts end up where they always do: a pair of golden eyes and a sickle-shaped tail.

#the caged tiger #ash and evius #writeblr #dnd fanfiction #it feels wrong to not tag and label mature but #i worry nobody will see these #my draft for this is titled “get pegged idiot”#rublewriting

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