#i dont mean to be so unresponsive

[autisticlee]

it always pisses me off when people start ghosting me and completely cut me off and think i'm annoying because I didn't ~get the hint~ all because they're too much of a coward to be straightforward and honest with me!!!!

i'll keep asking about a thing or when we are hanging out or try to converse with them, because their response is always excuses and not straight up "no" so how am I supposed to know?! either short responses of 1-5 words that I can't really respond to or things like "I'm busy this weekend/I'm too tired today/I forgot about it/we can try next time/I'll get back to you and le you know" are apparently all hints and lies to hide the truth. what they really mean when they tell me this is "no, stop asking. stop talking to me. I do not want to hang out with you or talk to you anymore"

why can't you just say that?! it will save you the annoyance of me asking you 20 times because i took your words at face value. your excuses sound temporary and you didn't get back to me so maybe you forgot. there are rare times people say these things and it's the truth or they really did forget!!!! when I say it, it's the truth. I also have a bad memory. you can't just suddenly ghost me for that! it's on you if you aren't being honest with me. it's up to you to be straightforward and tell the truth so you don't waste both our time. (what's worse is this is usually one of the first things I tell people when we meet. that I need then to be straightforward and honest. they promise they will but that's also a lie)

ghosting is so cruel (when the other person has no bad intentions/isnt causing harm). more cruel than telling me to my face you hate me and never want to speak again! i actually prefer that, so i at least know and can give up on your useless ass and stop wasting my time. don't give me false hope when i'm really excited to be friends and hang out, don't waste my time and energy and efforts, and don't lead me on with lies only to crush my entire soul when I find the truth much later. just say it and get it over with!!!! it's your fault if I annoy you by "not taking the hint" because there was no hint, lying isn't a hint. spill the truth and don't blame me for it!!!!!!

this is why i've given up with people and now only give attention to the ones who contact me first every time continuously, and I put little effort into anything anymore. I know that will end up making some people give up on me by thinking i dont care. but I'm tired of wasting my time and energy on the people who put no effort into me. you must prove yourself and keep doing it or I won't try at all. the people who ghost me and hurt me are to blame. yes, I live a very lonely existence with maybe one friend I talk to once every week or two for a total of 5 minutes at most. yes I wish I had more connections or closer ones. but i'm SO FUCKING TIRED. i'm tired of trying so much and so hard just for people to shit on my efforts and disrespect my needs and boundaries!!!!!!

why should I keep trying when it always ends bad and adds yet another layer to my trauma.

[roses-n-rads]

bein feelin weird

[simp4konig]

Okay okay I have to ask, what’s your fav head canons of Nikto then? I love hearing other people’s ideas and head canons of cod characters ^^ 💕

Ngl, i get inspired by other people's headcanons, and i make headcanons off THEIR headcanons 🥲👍… I'm unoriginal 😔💔

SOOOO, im “” Tagging”” (by that i mean putting // after the @ so the original creators dont get the notifcation for this LMAO=) blogs whose own works inspired me to create my own headcanons 🥰❤️

General Nikto Headcanons ❤️

Word Count: 1,584.

Tag List: ♡ @simpforkonig ♡ @rustic-guitar-notes ♡ @best-soup ☆ @lotionlamp ♡ @trepaika ☆ @luci4theminorannoyance ☆ @happy-mushrooms ♡ @nightlyvoids ♡ @skeletalgoats ♡ @aethelwyneleigh27 ☆ @arrozyfrijoles23 ♡ @dobaddo ☆ @the-second-sage ☆ @wil-xyz ☆ @revnatheshadow ☆ @feelya

Allusions to NSFW beneath the cut! Readers are warned.

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Blunt and straight to the point. Sees no rhyme nor reason in beating around the bush and sugarcoating his words. As a result, he can be viewed as insensitive and lacking in empathy.

Impatient, and has a short fuse, so blows up often. Only you are able to be the calm after his storm, subduing him with soft reassurances and whispered words.

To say that he is possessive would be an understatement — he is extremely territorial.

After his torture, he is wary of the few things that he posesses and can actually call his own (you). His biggest phobia is losing you, and his irrational fear is someone stealing you away. Any prick unlucky enough to not catch on to you two dating will be lucky enough to survive the beating that he is given.

On that note, he is simultaneously self-assured, and insecure.

His mask is a part of him, and personal. It will take him months for him to shed said part of him.

Constantly fears that you will leave him once he reveals his face to you, so puts it off for as long as he possibly can. The day that he takes off his mask, only for you to be so casual about it and passing it off as your day-to-day, is the day that became cemented in his hard, stony heart.

Has conflicting views towards marriage. On the one hand, is an official document declaring your relationship really so necessary? Isn't an expensive wedding superfluous, and too sensational? To him, all of that is redundant — he's yours, and you're his…

…On the other hand, a glistening ring on your finger invokes a primal desire to make you more his than you are already. It would be a declaration of a love which even death wouldn't do part. Maybe he should pay more attention to the rings on display at the jewellery stores you pass by when shopping occasionally together.

An introverted man, who finds solace in solitude; excluding you, his partner, he has no companions, and rarely associates with anyone else. The voices in his head are bothersome enough, so why does he need additional voices bothering him? With that said, you would think that your presence would be a bother — especially with your mindless chatter when Nikto doesn't grunt at the idle small talk at times, wholly unresponsive for the majority of the time — but the moment you give any indication of leaving, he seizes your wrist, his cold, icy eyes silently pleading for you to stay. And you do. You always do.

Bringing me onto my next point: he is a good listener. Your ramblings are all that to you; ramblings. To Nikto, however, it's his chance to unpick all the information about you, down to the littlest of details. You wrongly assume that your words fall on deaf ears, but he listens, and he memorises every opinion you have, every statement you make, and even the small anecdotes that you share, which becoming engraved in his brain. He goes over every sentence religiously, as if it was the Bible.

He has an exceptionally good memory, tending to remember things that you had forgotten. Mention something that you craved in passing? He would surprise you with it the next time you bring it up. Alluded to someone who insulted you and ruined your day? Well, it would be no surprise that that person would never ruin your day ever again.

He is like a cat in the sense that he is an unwanted stray. However, when you came to want him, it dawned on you that he was no cat, but a panther. A predator — savage, vicious.

He would kill for you, no questions asked (He has already done it, but you don't know about that. After all, you hadn't asked him that question yet, only in jest. Truth be told, he has made so many death threats that you have become desensitised to them, dismissing them as nothing more than that: threats).

He would have died for you (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE @//charliemwrites’s DEPICTIONNOF NIKTO IN THIS SCENE??????? HAD ME ON MY KNEES 🛐💍🧎🏼‍♀️ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE VI NEED HIM SOVBAD); however, when you were hyperventilating as you sobbed and were close to reaching hysterics, that's when he realised that he should value his life more.

Incredibly stealthy. You've seen his execution animations… 🤒 Uses that stealth to sneak up on you whenever your guard is down to smack your ass. 🤭

Insomnia troubles him at night, the relief of sleep rarely coming to him; therefore, he tends to be nocturnal, buying groceries and going about the usual errands you would have otherwise done during the day. When you wake up, that empty fridge is magically stocked with your favourite food, your bear snoozing sometimes — most of the time he stares at you like a creep. 💀 /aff

When he does sleep, it tends to be during the day, and it's almost as if he is a bear entering hibernation

He sleeps like a plank — on his back, his arms by his sides, and his legs straight. You'll curl onto his side, your head on his chest, his legs between your core, and a strong arm wrapped around your waist.

Snores. REALLY loud. 😬 ONLY when you are in his arms 🙄 — when he sleeps alone, he is eerily silent.

Subsequently finding him laying in bed, still and silent, you were sobbing, thinking that he died in his sleep. Finally, after minutes of shaking him awake, he opened one eye, and grumbled groggily: “Дорогая, shut up. I am not dead. Not when I have you to live for. Now, come.”

Once he is asleep, good luck getting him to wake up again; unless you somehow manage to disentangle yourself from his arms — only then, when his myshka is missing, does he begrudgingly get up from bed, stand outside the bathroom door, and whisk you back to bed, willfully ignoring your complaints.

Proud of being your protector. Always has his hand[s] on you in some way or other, protectively keeping you by his side.

Has 20/20 vision, and perfect hearing.

Don't mistake his opening of pickle jars and water bottles for you as chivalry — he is taking advantage of it to show off his muscles for you. Doesn't want you to ask if you want to cup a squeeze of his bicep — when he sees you staring, he will forcibly take your hand and put it on his arm, positively smirking beneath that mask of his.

Has a staring problem and is unashamed of it. From his point of view, there is no problem in staring at you all day and every day.

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Eye contact with him is intense. Whenever you avert your gaze, he instantly grabs your chin to angle it so it's facing him. Eye contact during sex is a given.

Despite not wanting to be a father, he has an insatiable breeding kink (does not care whether you are a female, a male, an infertile female, or other — he is delusional in that sense).

Although he isn't against children per se — mainly indifferent to them, if I'm honest — wouldn't want to pass on the generational trauma onto his brood. He would prefer his bloodline ending with him.

His dirty talk is so filthy that you get wet from just his voice and innuendo. (Thank you @//xoxunhinged for your headcanon 😫💦)

His animalistic instincts are so prominent that you've become convinced that he purrs whenever you stroke that sensitive spot on his scalp, and growls in between grunts as he thrusts into you.

Is rough, leaving dark hickeys and bruises, but he would never, ever hurt you. He's rougher than most, but has sufficient self-restraint to be realise ahead of time if he is making you uncomfortable.

You are his deity, and he worships you — if he was to ever hurt you, he would enter a state of loathing. Since you were a merciful God, he would take the liberty of punishing himself — retribution suited to his crime.

One time you two were play wrestling and he almost dislocated your hip on accident. He didn't touch you again for at least two weeks, until he finally considered himself worthy of your touch.

Is dominant in bed, for two major reasons: because he prefers exerting the control which was forced upon him, relishing in having you submit to him; manhandling you to showcase his strength

A third reason is because if you were to ever top him, he'd cum embarrassingly quickly.

Probably gets off to being stronger than you. Deliberately puts you in positions which render you powerless, only able to take what he gives you.

Whenever you enter his room, he always sits in the darkness. Insists: “I do not need lights. Lights are wasted when I can see in the dark.”

Which is true... but it is also a pretence to hide the concerningly detailed shrine taking up an entire wall, dedicated to you. You'll come to find all of your lost trivial belongings when you mistakenly flick on the light switch.

His loyalty and devotion is unparalleled to any other's. He is utterly and unashamedly down bad for you, and he is willing to do anything and everything to keep it that way.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to do much, because you, too, love him. A lot.

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A/N I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEED HIMI NEED HIM I NEED HIM I NEEDH IM I NEED—

Yeaah i thought comparing him to a panther would be cool 🐈‍⬛

“Guard dog” and just anything to do with a “dog” is an overused trope to me at this point 😐. Dont get me wrong!!!! , it doesnt mean that i dont LIKE the trope!!!! , but my own interpretation of Nikto is a little different, abd i think it suits him better,, Esp bc panthers technically 🤓☝️ do *not* exist, which links to how the definition of his name in Russian is “Nobody” :)

An unconventional animal for a very unconventionally attractive man😽,,

Anyways, it is time for a cigarette 🚬🤏😪. I will return in approximately 56 business days (trust me guys 😋✌️).

[puppyhan]

♯┆Freak .ᐟ ★

♯┆alternatively , their top kinks/fetishes

⌜Contains⌟ Nsfw themes (mdni)

⌜Wordcount⌟ 1.6k

⌜Vampies Note⌟  Again, for those who don't know , I didn't add Riwoo into it because I don't see him in that way so don't hit me with those yOu jUsT DonT lIkE rIwOo messages because I do like him. I just can't see him in that light for now , this may change in the future. Also reminder that this is all fiction! And I’m still on a hiatus , this is just a little something <3

♯┆Sungho

Vanilla sex

★ I know that this is technically not a kink , but I feel as if Sungho isn't really the most rough guy when it comes to sex — that doesn't mean that he won't be rough. If he's being rough , it either because you've asked him to be or because he lost control. When it comes to sex , I view him as a more passionate and romantic guy. He wants to take his time with you , to make you feel good and loved. Gentle touches , gentle words of encouragement and gentle kisses. He wants to show you how much he loves you , always treating you like a piece of porcelain because he doesn't want to accidentally leave marks on your skin from touching you too roughly.

Dominance

★ Also not really a Kink , but rather something he takes on naturally — in and outside the bedroom. He likes to guide you , to be in control but also leave you enough room to take over in case you want to — he'd still be guiding you though. He's more of a soft dom and service dom , he just loves and wants to make you feel good — but to a point where he may or may not overstimulate you , be it intentional or not. It's his life mission to make you feel good , so good to a point where he lives you unresponsive — to a point where you can't speak clearly anymore and only babble words out.

Breeding

★ He's huge on this one — he's a domestic guy and wants nothing more but to have a family of his own , preferably with you. This may be a wild card of his but he loves to breed you full with his cum , watch it leak out of your fluttering hole just to push it back inside with either his fingers or his cock. It unlocks something almost animalistic in him , it makes him go insane to a point where his head is spinning. Of course , he won't get you pregnant now but he wouldn't complain if you were to get pregnant sooner than planned.

Other kinks/fetishes he has : Body worship (giving and receiving) , Praise , Foreplay , Overstimulation (giving)

♯┆Jaehyun

Power Play

★He's a switch so this is mostly the way the two of you "determine" who's in charge — he would volunteer to sub but where's the fun in that if the both of you don't put up a playful fight? Plus , it turns him on no matter how it turns out. He loves having you under him or on top of him so it doesn't really matter , anything you do is hot to him. If you win , you always have a grip on his wrists that has his cock twitching with that accomplished grin on your face — you just look so pretty on top of him, don't blame him for getting hard. But again , he also loves to have you under him. He may just flip the switch and have you under him , the way your eyes widen in surprise is just so cute to him and just gets his cock growing in his pants.

Oral

★Goes both ways to be honest , he loves to give head and to receive head. He's insanely good with his tongue and he loves having his face buried between your thighs — suffocate him with your thighs , pull on his hair , buck your hips into his face , he fucking loves that. What he loves more is when you cum all over his tongue , greedily lapping every single drop up and giving you the best puppy eyes he can muster up while asking if you can handle more. Now , you better stuff something in his mouth when you give him head — he's vocal and loud , especially when his cock is down your throat. Play with or lick his balls , it has him shaking and whimpering in seconds. He's a head pusher so be prepared , he just can't control himself when your mouth feels so heavenly. He's an absolute goner when he cums in your mouth and you open your mouth to show his hot cum on your tongue before swallowing it or kissing him.

Ass

★ May not be a kink but more of a fetish , but he loves to touch your ass — that includes slapping your ass. He's an absolute sucker for doggy style or reverse cowgirl because it gives him such a nice view of your ass, easy access as well. Be it caressing ,touching , groping , slapping — his hands are always on your ass. Best believe that you'll end up having some bruises on your ass , be it hand prints or little dents of his nails , you will have bruises on your ass. But rather than slapping your ass , it's more of a gently slap than a harsh slap — well , that depends on his mood to be fair.

Other kinks he has : Breeding , overstimulation/edging (giving and receiving) , choking (giving and receiving) , anal play (giving and receiving), hair pulling (receiving), cum play

♯┆Taesan

Size Kink

★ Call me based , but he loves it — he loves how he towers over most people , especially over you. He loves teasing you about your height difference , he loves to purposely place your items in higher places yo you'd come to get him , he especially loves how small you look underneath him with your face twisted in pleasure. Not only is he tall , his cock is big as well and he's so mean about it when you two are just fucking instead of soft passionate sex. He goes crazy over the way your cute cunt takes his cock with ease , he loves teasing your fluttering hole with the bulbous head of his cock — he can't help himself but to say things like "my little cocksleeve" with a deep groan while using you for his pleasure.

Recording

★ He loves recording you during sex , he loves capturing the way his cock disappears in your sweet little pussy , he loves capturing the way you look under him , he loves capturing the way your face twists in different expressions of pleasure and he loves capturing your moans. You can bet your ass that he'll always record your moans when the two of you are fucking like bunnies in his studio — he'll secretly use them in his own personal tracks , your moans are just too heavenly not to use but those are tracks that only he and you can listen to. He would never ever show them to anyone else. Best believe that he also keeps a polaroid picture of his cock in your mouth with your make up ruined in his wallet.

Inflicting Pain

★ He's a sadist , he loves inflicting pain on you and the way your velvety walls clench around his cock with every strike — but , he wouldn't do anything out of your comfort zone. He'll only inflict as much pain as you'll allow , having established a safeword with you in case he got too rough and it was genuinely being too painful. He loves to slap your ass , loves to leave bruises on your hips from how tight he was gripping your hips, he loves to sometimes even use a paddle or his belt on your ass (only when you're being punished). He also loves to pull your hair.

Other kinks he has : overstimulation (giving), Bondage (giving), Being in Charge , Studio sex, creampie, choking (giving), role play , pet play

♯┆Leehan

Foreplay

★ He loves to spend his time with foreplay , prepping you for his huge cock — he won't put his cock inside your cunt until you have cum at least two times. He loves to use his fingers on you , they're long and slender and reach places inside you that you can't — plus , he knows how much you love his hands. He also loves to eat you out , I know a munch when I see one. He absolutely loves to eat you out during foreplay, even after he fucked you. Oh and please , for the love of god, pull on his hair when he has his face buried in your cunt.

Size Kink

★ Another one with a size kink, call me based once again. He didn't know he had one until he saw the way you struggled to fit his huge cock inside your little cunt or how you couldn't fit his whole cock inside your mouth — it unlocked something inside him. At first , he was worried that he might hurt you , but the more he indulged in it , he was livid. His eyes are always focused on where the two of you are connected , always sinking his cock oh so slowly into your weeping hole just to see the way your cunt stretches around the girth of his cock and don't get me started when he notices the small bulge forming in your abdomen in certain positions or angles — it makes him go absolutely ballistic.

Shower sex

★ He's simple — that way you're saving water AND the clean up would be easier. It mostly starts innocent with the two of you just taking a shower but he can't help but get hard when he sees your soapy tits after you spread your body wash across your skin. He doesn't know why but it's so incredibly sexy to him when your tits are soapy , covered in the white foam. He can't help himself but to reach his hands out and gently knead your tits , saying that he just "wanted to help" with spreading your body wash across your skin.

Other kinks he has : finger sucking (receiving) , lingerie, pool sex, Oral, squirting, bulge kink, mating press, vanilla sex

[lint-beetle4]

Can u do a Macaque x Female reader smut. The scenario is that they had some history and dont want the group to know(but they eventually find out). One night, Macaque and reader talks and they let out how they felt ever since they split. " Like even though I was mad at u I still loved u" or like "When it rained I remembered how u liked it". Then they just make love knowing they missed each other.

Old Scars (Macaque x Fem!Reader Smut)

The Guardian and The Warrior were like the stars and the moon, their light reaching where The Sun's rays missed, casting the world in their protective glow

This story is as old as time itself, yet many failed to realize that as the sun and his shadow grew, the stars twinkled weakly compared to the light around them

So, as The Moon chased The Sun, the stars were left to glow in the dark sky, forever to wait for the cold moonlight to return with the sun's rays

You and Macaque were old, ancient in modern times

Of course, that meant you naturally found each other when empires were thriving and the world seemed big, gravitating towards the other as immortal beings

Yet, something happened between the two of you, something that led to you leaving Macaque's side and away from Wukong

In the modern age, you found him again, surrounded by new friends and old foes

You wanted to run from him, but you couldn't escape his ears. He still remembered what your heartbeat sounded like

So there you were, surrounded by strangers while two pairs of eyes looked at you with such melancholy--deep down, you wondered if death would set you free from the pain you've lived through

"So, Monkey King--this another enemy of yours?" Pigsy sighed, turning to you with a tired gaze. "Look, you're gonna fight, do it outside my shop, will ya?"

You averted your gaze from the surprised monkeys before you, shaking your head with a nervous smile. "No, no, I just smelled the food from your shop. I--err--wanted to buy some noodles."

Pigsy perked up, shock evident in his face. "Oh--Well, you have any preferences in your noodles?"

"No, this is my first time trying them if I'm honest." You chuckled, remembering the lands you've traveled during your life. "I'll have whatever you think is best."

"One house special then."

As you waited for the food, you felt more eyes on you, a group of familiar energies before you. Macaque looked away, almost hiding behind Wukong as a young man turned to the monkey.

"Monkey King?"

Wukong sighed, still looking at you with those pathetic eyes. "It's been so long. Where do I even begin?"

"By letting me eat my food," You shrugged, grabbing the hot bowl. "You haven't changed a bit, Great Sage. I see Macaque still hides behind you as well."

Macaque remained unresponsive to your quip, and you merely ate in spite of it. Wukong stepped closer to you. "Where have you been all this time? I couldn't find you anywhere after--"

"Sorry, but just--not here, Wukong." You set down your chopsticks, eyes boring into the shadow behind him. "I'm trying to eat."

A girl stepped up to you, eyes naively curious yet her voice confident and strong. "So, what your deal with those two?"

You fought back a laugh. "We just have--a complicated past is all. Macaque and I were a team, partners. But, I was too weak to stay by his side. I'm not powerful like him and Wukong."

"It wasn't like that." Macaque growled, glaring at you. "You never came back-- We needed you."

"You didn't need shit, Liu-Er." You stood up, broth sour on your tongue as you paid for you meal with a hefty tip. "Neither of you did."

You left the building quietly, returning to your home.

The presence of The Warrior was obvious to those who knew him--you were no exception. Turning your head, the glowing eyes of your shadow widened, Macaque emerging strangely quiet.

"You needed anything?"

Macaque sighed, a growl underneath his throat. "Look, I just--the argument--everything that happened I just--"

"You what?" You snapped, eyes glaring daggers into the agitated simian. "You didn't mean to leave me behind, fueled by your petty anger towards Wukong? You didn't mean to attack Wukong's master, leaving me alone--?"

"He left us first!"

"The moment Wukong was freed from that mountain-- the moment you laid eyes on him again, you went mad!" You shouted, voice quivering against your will. "You died for a cause that didn't exist. You died trying to send Wukong to his old ways."

Macaque practically snarled. "He killed me."

"I know." You whispered, hugging yourself tightly. "I tried to stop you. I tried to save you from yourself, and you pushed me away."

"You hurt me, Macaque." You shuddered. "And because I couldn't stop you, you got killed trying to be a monster."

"It's just like you to take the blame for something that doesn't involve you." Macaque scoffed. "The world has been brought to its knees more than once, but now you show up, spewing your self-pity?"

"You said it yourself--You didn't want to see me around anymore." You sighed. "Plus, Wukong wasn't too pleased that I didn't tell him about your plan. I didn't want to be a memory lingering over his head, so I simply just--left."

"Oh please, you know Wukong loves to see you." Macaque rolled his eyes. "...I didn't mean it."

"What?"

"I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I didn't mean to push you away...You were right," Macaque's gaze lowered, his shoulder tense. "I was a fool to try and convince Wukong away from his journey, and I paid the price for it."

"That day--When I left, before I--" Macaque sighed, gritting his teeth. "Before that, I was so afraid of losing you. I was angry at Wukong--at myself, but I was afraid you'd join Wukong and leave me behind."

Macaque reached out, gently grabbing your hand. "I didn't want to be alone. I didn't want to be forgotten."

"When Wukong told me everything," You smiled sadly. "It was raining... like that Sun had hidden itself away, allowing only darkness in the world. I was--I was--I felt like I lost everything that day."

"I didn't see Wukong again after that, and--" You swallowed harshly, tears emerging from the corner of your eyes. "Every time it rained, I knew I wouldn't see you again either."

You felt strong arms embrace you, squeezing you gently. "I came back."

"I saw--" You laughed. "You certainly made an entry with how much property damage you caused."

Macaque smiled fondly, nuzzling into your hair. "What did you expect? You know I have a knack for the dramatics."

"I missed you so much." You kissed the shadow demon's cheek. "I could never stop loving you, y'know."

Macaque cupped your face, pecking your lips. "Neither could I. I'm so glad to have a second chance with you in it."

In a flash, Macaque had taken you to your bedroom, kisses and light nips littering your neck.

You chuckled beneath the increasingly desperate monkey--only you could get him so worked up with a few words. Macaque tore off your clothes--actually ripping a hole in one of them to your dismay-- hands fondling your body, squeezing your breasts as another traced circles into your hips.

You jolted as Macaque's teeth lightly bit around your nipple, tongue soothing you quickly. The shadow monkey was meticulous in showing his dedication to you, biting at you collarbones and shoulders and rubbing at the soft skin in your inner-thigh.

You gasped lightly as his finger entered your pussy, stroking the inner walls with pressure that you out of breath in an instant. Macaque entered another finger, stretching you slightly as his scissored the two appendages, curling up to find the sensitive spot that made you moan loudly.

His hand drilled into you, fingers digging into your walls while another hand help your hips down. You grinded against hand, practically screaming his name as you felt his tongue lap at your clit, his mouth sucking it lightly.

Your body felt light, drifting through the waves of pleasure that were rising in your core. Feeling your pussy tighten against the fingers that abused your g-spot, you whimper lightly, hips trying to grind deeper into them.

Macaque's voice was by your ear, familiar shadows stimulating your clit and hugging your body, "Go on, cum for me. Let me hear that beautiful voice of yours."

You moaned deeply, feeling your orgasm wash over you almost painfully. You breathed heavily as Macaque pet your thighs comfortingly. You looked at lover, seeing his flushed face gleam at you warmly.

Eyes drifting, you saw how painfully hard Macaque was. Lifting your heavy body, you laid Macaque on his back, crawling over him as your second wind slowly came to you.

"I've craved you for so long, my shade." You smiled, stroking Macaque's cock as he looked at you with wide eyes. "Eternity could pass, and I'll still crave you more."

[ugotcooneycrossed]

a christmas education • kyra cooney-cross

a/n: little something based off this since its christmas tmr

you're determined to educate your girlfriend on all things christmas

------------------------------------------------------------the build up to an appropriate time to blast christmas music has you buzzing. having been on the team for two years now- everyone has promptly banned you from anything christmas related until december first. a rule in place after your first year with the team, when you rocked up to training donning a santa hat, singing jingle bells at the top of your lungs, two days after halloween.

so, the moment your alarm sounds on the first of december- you shoot up in bed, in your excitement, you momentarily forget your girlfriend spent the night, and you send her tumbling out of bed.

leaning over the other side you smile at her sheepishly- she's sprawled out on the floor, face hidden in the mass of blankets she brought down with her.

"oops- sorry ky."

she sends you a thumbs up- sitting up fully now. her hair still messy and yawning.

"come on kyra- it's christmas time!"

"it's only the first baby."

"umm yeah- the first of december! now come on-there is so much christmas music we can listen to from now until training."

-

"tell me baby- do you recognise me?! its been a year, it doesnt surprise me!"

"oh god- here she comes."

you dance into the change rooms- invisible microphone in hand. your christmas sweater-complete with flashing lights, bells, and a protruding, squeaky, red nose- jingles as you shimmy your way to your locker.

"merry christmas everyone!"

kyra comes in after you- dragging her feet, she stops at lia, whispering in the older woman's ear.

"why didnt you tell me she's crazy?"

-

you steal the gym speaker before anyone else can-connecting your phone and ignoring the groans that ring out.

"babe! what's your favourite christmas song?"

"uhh- i don't know."

"what do you mean, you dont know?!"

"if im being honest (y/n), i dont know much about christmas stuff."

kyra shrugs-brushing off it off, smiling at you. but when she see's your mouth hanging open- eyes bewildered and unresponsive, her smile faulters.

"babe?"

"what do you mean, 'you dont know much' about christmas kyra!"

"dunno- just never really thought much about it."

"we- i need to fix this."

-

"so, first we decorate the tree- yes i did take everything off, so we can do it all over again together and listen to all the christmas music possible, then we're going to decorate gingerbread houses and watch all the christmas movies."

you smile proudly- standing in front of your now bare christmas tree.

-

"rudolph the red nose reindeer- something, something, some-something."

kyra sings softy under her breath- moving around the tree- hanging the ornaments on gently.

finally, you reach down- handing her the star, and nodding to the top of the tree.

"you want me to put this on?"

"yeah!"

-

"okay- so we'll start with the grinch- and then see where we get from there!"

you watch kyra decorate and watch the movie with a grin- something about kyra loving the grinch just makes so much sense.

-

"done!"

you look up from yours- the final touches perfecting your house, you look at her's, then yours, then back to hers.

she's brandishing it to you proudly- grinning at you with frosting around her lips.

the roof of her house has collapsed in- some of her gummy lollies half bitten and stuck to random parts of the house. most of the frosting probably eaten instead of holding together the walls of her house.

"its beautiful?"

"thanks! i know right!"

-

"now this is my favourite part of christmas."

you take her hand- leading her to your bedroom, the door open.

"your bed?"

"no you idiot- look up!"

"why do you have a random bush-"

"its mistletoe ky."

"ohhh- oh- oh."

you put your hands around her neck- her own wrapping around your waist- and you share a sweet kiss.

"mmh- you taste like frosting."

[happyk44]

Grover getting busy and swamped with Lord of the Wild duties so he prefaces this to Percy early because he knows Percy gets worried when he's not as present. So it's just a quick text of "hey, I might be unresponsive for a bit, swamped with work, don't worry, love you" and Percy gets it so he sends back a thumbs up and a "love you too!"

Then time passes and the reality of Grover's silence begins to sink in. And it pokes and prods at Percy's borderline traits, makes him stressed and angry, frustrated and scared, terrified of being left by his best friend to the point of him vomiting up his feelings.

And Grover calls him a few days in and he's half panicked but also thrilled because certainly this means it's all over and Grover is back and talking to him and everything is okay, but it's not because the empathy link is strong and Percy's vibrant swirling emotions are make Grover dizzy, so, "hey, Perce, could you just relax for a bit, or put up that mental block you made me show you how to do after you carried the weight of the world on your back a few years ago"

And no no no no no. Percy's insides are imploding. Blood and guts and bile boil on the back of his tongue. He's a horrible friend, he's a horrible person. He doesn't deserve Grover. He just keeps hurting him.

Grover hisses sharply over the phone. "Percy, relax."

"Relax?" The words slip out of his mouth like a whimpering hiss. Anger cuts through him with a red hot blade. Self-loathing fills his wounds and replaces his blood with its cold sticky ooze. "I- You-"

"Okay, I'm going to put up the block," Grover says.

And no no no no no. Percy needs to know how Grover's feeling, needs to know he's okay, but the moment he tries, he's denied, left with something vague and uncomfortable. My fault, my fault, my fault, he thinks, a broken record.

"Percy, you can't panic every time I get a little quiet on you," Grover says, and Percy hates himself. "It's not fair to me."

"I'm sorry," Percy breathes. Don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me.

"I know." There's a quiet sigh and then, weakly, "I'm just kinda tired of..." He doesn't say what.

Percy's heart shatters. His throat swells and sticks. Air feels impossible to breathe in. He's choking. Dont leave me, don't leave me.

"Look, I love you, okay? We're bonded for life, man. I'm not going anywhere," Grover promises. "So just. Try to settle, okay? I'll let you know when I'm free and we can catch up then. It's not gonna be forever. Just... a couple weeks."

A couple weeks should be doable. But Percy knows that there's a rottenness inside him that won't be able to handle it. Will get simmering and bubblings until it spills into all his bitter cracks. It'll leave him angry, rude. Desperate.

He wipes away the tears threatening to spill over the edge of his eyes, and tucks himself closer into the wall. "Yeah, yeah, that's fine, G-man, I'll be cool."

They both know he's lying.

Grover exhales so soft, this weary tired sound, and the shattered remains of Percy's heart that float endlessly in the void of his soul shatter even more. Why can't he just be normal? Why can't he be a good friend? Why does he keep ruining everything with everyone?

"Okay," Grover says. "I gotta get back to it. Bye."

The immediate end of the call after Percy's "bye, love you" crests through him like a tidal wave. Slams hard and heavy, cold and furious. He throws the phone across the room. It's not satisfying enough.

What is wrong with him, what is wrong with him? Why is he like this - needy, angry, pathetic? Why can't he chill out? Go with the flow? Relax on an inner tube and float idly with the current and the gentle waves.

Instead he's a rolling hurricane, destroying everything in his path. Island dwellers who've grown up dealing with it for so long just sigh and make preparations and shelter it. Newbies less so, cowering from his torrential rains and shattering winds. The ones used to it, they just tiredly sweep up the pieces when it's done and move on. They'd be fine, happy even, if he stopped coming around. If he stopped blowing their things around and breaking windows.

But others - the howls of wind, the threat of floods and lightning - it's too much. They're scared and in the aftermath, they nervously step around, unsure of how to handle the debris he leaves behind. They don't know to avoid the sharp branches, keep an eye out for broken glass, that the eye of the storm is a breather, not an end.

But the island dwellers do.

No wonder Grover is so tired.

[thegreymoon]

hey! what are your thoughts on TXJ bragging about SA-ing CWN in the past life in the extras? i wanna clarify i dont mean any harm or hate with this question. i simply want to know your thoughts as i dont really have anyone else to talk to about erha and i do enjoy reading your thoughts on it. i just wonder if that part was added to suggest that TXJ view of consent is still warped? but that also sort of worries me about CWN. i just want to understand why was this added after, you know, everything. free to ignore this, if you'd like! thank you!

Hey, nonny!

I don't remember TXJ bragging about sexually assaulting Chu Wanning in the extras? Sleeping with him, yes, but not necessarily assaulting him. He is actually very proud of the fact that Chu Wanning comes for him, even though he is supposedly cold, unresponsive and not so great in bed. Plus, TXJ is an unreliable narrator and we know that after Chu Wanning found out about the curse laid on him, he started having sex with him willingly. We also know that even though Chu Wanning might objectively be terrible in bed, he is actually fantastic for any version of Mo Ran, who knows no greater pleasure in life than bedding him.

With that said, yes, I am sure that his view of consent is still warped. This side of Mo Ran is still extremely stunted in the extras. He is operating with the mind of a man whose brain stopped developing at 15, compounded by decades of additional damage. He is doing his best but he is still functioning on baser instincts and lowered inhibitions. TXJ's saving grace is that under it all, he is still Mo Ran and as such, he is not really evil. He talks a big game but without the corrupting foreign influence in him, he does not enjoy causing pain to anyone, least of all Chu Wanning, whom he adores. His causing petty mischief, being shameless and threatening people left and right is just his insecurity speaking because all he knew was to seize power through terror and outrage, and he is now struggling to find his footing in a world where he no longer has any.

With that said, TXJ had always been preoccupied with Chu Wanning's consent. He wanted him to want it. His ultimate desire was not having sex with Chu Wanning, but Chu Wanning wanting to have sex with him. Once Chu Wanning was defeated, Mo Ran could have raped him at any time, yet he still went through the farce of threatening Xue Meng to coerce him to "consent". Now, we all know that consent under duress isn't really consent, but he needed that illusion at least. He started drugging Chu Wanning early on because satiating his own lust was not what brought him pleasure, it was drawing out reactions from Chu Wanning because he wanted him to want it. Even 1.0 says that nothing ever got him as excited as getting any acknowledgement, any reaction from Chu Wanning whatsoever, let alone making him come over and over again.

When TXJ enters the second timeline's world and subsumes all of MZS's memories, he is wildly jealous of the fact that Chu Wanning slept with him in this other world willingly, with no coercion necessary. This is what he wants, but if he cannot have it, he is willing to resort to force to get the closest thing possible. However, even with TXJ, after a certain point, Chu Wanning was willing and a lot of their sex in the latter half of their marriage was both insane and consensual, and TXJ is incredibly proud of each and every orgasm he ever squeezed out of Chu Wanning.

In the extras, it is very clear that Chu Wanning consents and that he enjoys TXJ's show of force. It is a game between them. Mo Ran in his MZS mode is too careful, too insistent on explicit consent which embarrasses him. Chu Wanning is still willing to have sex under the influence of aphrodisiacs in the extras and I think it is too big of a reach to assume that TXJ is forcing him to do anything at this point, when he's in his full power and it is clear even from outer space that he has TXJ wrapped around his little finger. Mo Ran in general (but TXJ in particular) lives and breathes for Chu Wanning's approval, so making him come any time, even if he is "unwilling" is TXJ's ultimate reassurance. Of course he is going to brag.

However, I do fully believe that if Chu Wanning was to seriously reject him, TXJ in control of his mental faculties (though this applies to MZS too) would not continue to force him, but would instead spiral into self-loathing and self-destruct. He is only semi-functional now because of Chu Wanning's constant acceptance and reassurance. TXJ's final form is MZS, after all, and I do believe that he will eventually get as close to it as possible, as all of Mo Ran's soul pieces merge and TXJ takes in some of the healing, while MZS takes on some of the damage. Ultimately, there will be balance, but in the meantime, all of Mo Ran's needs and deeper nature are going to be more pronounced and more volatile in TXJ.

In short, I think it is pretty clear that Chu Wanning is the one in control in the extras and if he was at all bothered by TXJ's nonsense and wanted to shut him up, he would absolutely do it. As things stand, though, he is living for the drama and the unhinged sex. He is consenting to everything and doing so enthusiastically.

[st4rgzer]

Can you write a about the reader loving Matt sm but knowing he doesn’t like her back. Liek don’t have a super happy ending but also don’t have a super sad one. Do it inspired by me and …

UNREQUITED (matt sturniolo)

summary: the reader experiences some unresponsive feelings from a special someone

genre: angst

cw: taylor swift references maybe…? Is that a warning? Other than that I really don’t think theres much

a/n: as always, @iha8you ‘s request, ly, also dw you’ll get him🙏

This winter had been hell for me, it was always my favorite holiday, the cool air, snow, when it rained and I got to stay home playing boardgames with my mum, or I finally got to read that book that had been collecting dust on my shelf for ages now that it was dark and rainy. No, none of it this year. Every time I hung out with him I held my breath, in fear I’ll do something wrong, take too much space, become too much of a liability. Its stupid, just stupid, I’m his best friend, known him since i was 16 years old, but he seemed so much more older, and wiser.I belittle myself next to him, instead of just letting go, I take a mental note of every little gesture he does that correlates in any way to me, every choice of words, I save them to then divulge them later. It’s draining, not knowing if its just all in your head. If you’ve got it wrong…

“y/n? Hellooo, are you there” i snapped out of my meditative state.I was cross legged on my bedroom floor with two of my closest friends, I didnt even remember what we were talking about anymore.

“yeah sorry i was just distracted” I sighed tying my hair back into a low ponytail and resting my hands on my knees

“we were talking about Matt? Y’know you actually have a chance with him, did you see the way he talked to you earlier?” My friends were only feeding into my delusions, the other nodded in agreement. Even if he did actually see me like that, i dont know what i would do, we’ve been friends since highschool, everything would just be too weird and messy, it wouldn’t be right, no, not with me, not with him.

“No, guys, stop, you’re all just talking nonsense and it just makes everything worse” I groaned, placing my head between my hands.

“C’mon, who could ever leave you?” She says giggling, looking over at my other friend, it wasn’t funny, not in that moment at least. I felt despaired, I know it’s obvious I like him, maybe no one actually takes it seriously when i throw in some extra compliments once in a while of some flirty remarks, but I never try to hide it, except the real thing of course. I know my love should be celebrated, I shouldn’t settle for someone who just tolerates it, but I keep going back to the same thing, always, no matter how many people I see, no matter how many excuses I make to not hang out, its like a moth to a flame, I know im bound to get burnt, trust me. My friends keep convincing me, I feel petty having to listen to them try and make me feel better. Sometimes I come close to actually getting serious then I just think its a waste of time, he just always assumes im fine when my eye contact becomes non existent and my words get mixed up, I dont think he notices it at least, I dont think he ever notices. I guess this means im just doomed, It doesn’t matter how many times my friends reassure me, how many “glances” i pick up from him, Im never going to be one of his main concerns, unrequited. Im always just dimly lit, just enough. I should start trying to accept, settle, “always the bridesmaid, never the bride”.

a/n: this is kind of sht i wrote this at 1:00am, I’ll write more with requests🙏😊😊

[meowunmeow]

Undead Unluck Chapter 208 Spoilers!!

How nice (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

HOT FUCKING DAMN WHAT THE FUCK.

Check up on the Tella fans I know they're dead and unresponsive rn

Tozuka-sensei, you're never beating the manservice allegations. Buff sweaty men in a coloured page. In June??

Latla and Mui are freaks for their respective partners thank you for the confirmation 🙏🙏

I get Rip and Shen because of my previous point but Fuuko... Why are you imagining Tella and Billy shirtless? You got something to tell us?? I mean, thank you for your service, but what is your reason?

Now, what is this face supposed to convey... Is it because he's cheered up or is it because of his girl crazy talk? We'll find out soon enough

I feel like this is equally about Sean and his father as well as Tozuka-sensei and his mother. It's a bittersweet dialogue when you hear both the character and the author speaking.

We finally see it... Two Unlucks!!

Ehe Sean winking to not accidentally activate Unseen in front of Kaede. He looks cute with this hair, actually.

How strong is Kaede's genes oml... All from her, nothing from Papa Izumo.

Would be funny if "familiar face" isn't a reference to Kaede's face but Papa Izumo's. "Hmm, there are several things that look like me but I'm gonna focus on the ones that look like my crush!"

Awh I love how even after Fuuko grown physically tougher and fitter, she still has that tanuki face :] She's rounder compared to her mother, it's so cuteeee

NOOO THEY DIDN'T GET TO BANG 💔

Wait a minute waittt this implies that they're gonna have Fuuko eventually... But Fuuko's already here. So who is this hypothetical Fuuko they're about to have and has Fuuko's existence hinge on??

What's with the constant covering of her dad's face. Is there gonna be a whole bait and switch??

Is that Tatiana? And her dad?? NOOOOOOOOO DONT PUT HER RECRUITMENT ARC IN THE BACKSEAT :(( I WANNA SEE IT IN FULL WEHHHHH

Chikara's there I hope Tozuka-sensei doesn't get any funny ideas nuh-uh

Backs no... You're... YOU'RE AMERICAN?? FROM LA NO LESS??? Impossible... This is so not agoo

He actually kept his promise!! "I'll only teach Shen" "I'm not including others" He didn't wanna admit he's including his daughter-in-law 😒😒

The girls uniform are kinda.. bland and ugly. Fuuko, I love you but, I don't trust you with the fashion. Gina needs to take the wheel on this one.

Is Feng just permanently wearing Kokuto'un like a tutu now or what

Gahdamn Billy's hair genuinely looks like mine it's unsettling

Awh Void and Phil in the background :]

"I know I gave you tasks but for the sake of guaranteeing my parents' banging, I need you to ditch it to help your boss"

Okay so when are the men stripping to recreate the colour page (⁠☞⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠☞

That was a great chapter. I hope Tozuka-sensei feels okay in the future, he deserves rest.

[yahoodarling]

Diluc X Traitor Fatui!GN reader(amab)

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood, short smut scene, alcohol, mentions of death. Reader bottoms for the short nsfw

A couple time jumps/skips

Since reader is Shneznayan im using the Russian term 'brother' similar meaning to 'comrade'. It does not mean they view each other as family!

The past

For being surrounded by mountains of snow Diluc couldnt help but melt at the heat that scortched his raggard body. Huffing heavily and scowl still remaining on his face, the blood of a Fatui camp soaking his boots. Even as he abandoned his Pyro vision the hot passion in his core blazed on, nothing but hatrid, disgust and sadness flowing through his veins. The fatui will pay for what they had taken from him and they will pay with blood. 

The teen allowed himself to relax from his tense state, the camp held nothing of danger just deathly silence. After such serge of emotion part of Diluc just wanted to break down, fall on his knees and scream at the world for the pain it brought but he kept it to himself, he simply regained his breath and stared at the sky with unfocused eyes. He allowed himself to be vulnerable, a terrible idea really, when suddenly a knife was pressed to his throat, his claymore kicked out his grasp and many feet away from him before being wrestled face first into the bloody snow.

"Hah! You did a good job clearning this entire camp. Not even a messenger being able to get free. If i wernt nearby your little stunt wouldnt even be noticed by the fatui." You smugly stated, holding Diluc down one hand grasping the knife to his throat, the other clutching both his hands above his head. 

Power wise Diluc could over power you but right now his mind was not in a good place and he didnt have his vision, unmatched to you who was above him with an anemo vision hung on your shoulder. Part of Diluc felt this was time, time to give up, to finally be released of pain. He was tired but another part of him knew he had more to give to life.

Diluc stayed silent, not answering your taunt.

"Hmm? Little foreigner, you were so energetic while taking the lives of many and yet you lie unresponsive when finally pushed to the ground." You learned close into him towards his ear and hushed

"Do you wish for a reckless death or is there more under your mask?"

You smile down on him, his crimsion hair blended nicely into the bloody snow and his eyes luminating from his mask were rubies in a wasteland.  You had heard news of camp after camp being slaughtered these past months and finally you caught the troublesome rabbit. It was interesting.

"Do you wish to destroy the fatui?" 

 You got a grunt in response

"Do you wish to spill blood, even those of the innocent, in order to achieve your goal?"

The red haired man seemed reluctant but gave a shallow 'yes'

"Then such youth and talent cannot be wasted!" You sang and stood up releasing him. Before diluc was able to recover into an offensive stance you offered your hand to him.

"My name is (fist name) (last name), order 437 of the Fatui and i wish to join hands with you comrade in the name of the Fatuis downfall." You sang with pride.

Diluc was shocked, what were you saying. He stood awkwardly watching your movements like an owl unsure of your motives.

"You see, even in our home land the Fatui cause destruction. I wish to stop that and i dont care how many lives i need to take to finish that wish. I even joined the Fatui to get what ever insight into their plans that i could" you walked closer to him and rested your hand against his stiff shoulder.

"And i see in your eyes a hunger that matches mine. What do you say my brother in scorn? Together we can cause a lot more damage than just a few fatui camps."

Diluc, still high off emotions and shock listened to your words, words that matched the desire that sat in his heart. With that he gave a solid nod and grasped your gloved hand with his. Together youd cause the fatui a good headache

Time jump

"Haha! This must have been our biggest success yet!" You sang at the fire with diluc quietly nodding at your side. The night was cold but the joy of victory was the only warmth you needed at that moment. 

"We destoryed a good amount of their supplies. It should take them a couple months to recover." Diluc nodded as he turned the boar meat evenly.

"Brother! Shall we celebrate?" You asked, holding out a bottle of Fire Water you had gotten from the last town you visited.  

"Haha. I cant tolerate that stuff like you can but go ahead, ill have some thing lighter though." And Diluc sipped from a ligher alcohol content drink.

The nights cold wind howled in the forest, a comfortable silence met the two of you.

"Diluc," you finally broke said silence as you lay back and watched the clear stars "why do you have such fury for the fatui? Ive known you for a while now, i know many things about you over our time together and yet i dont know this."

Diluc contemplated, thanks to the slight intoxication and open mood he finally opened up.

"They had doings in my fathers death. I know that may seem rather plain and simple but it was a bad time for me. It seemed the whole world, everything i felt comfort in betrayed me and left so i did too. I dont want to think about that stuff for now, i just want to get my emotions out and get revenge for the pain the Fatui have caused me."

You turned to look at him, his eyes which were usually empty and void or violent and hateful were now a somber ember. You had never seen him like this before.

You sighed and huffed your chest.

"I lost my sister." You said looking back to the sky. "We had lost our parents pretty young and were taken to a child home, even then i could tell it was off. One day a bunch of men in fatui suits came and started grabbing children by their shoulders and taking them away while our care giver simply stood to the side. My sister was one of them taken, i was a coward. I hid under my bed and watched. By the time they were gone there were only a fraction of children left. I was confused and hurt Silia left me but i was young and didnt understand what happened to her. 3 years ago i started looking for what happened to those children, i joined the fatui, worked hard and thats when i came across a file. On the year my sister was taken 13 children were delivered to a man called The Doctor. After further inverstigation i knew my sister was never coming back."

A soft sting pained your heart.

"We were nameless children in the eyes of the world, easy living material. Those in the children home that wernt taken became fatui soldiers anyway. Its all for the fatuis gain."

Diluc hummed and closed his eyes.

"I will not allow such injustices. This world will know wrath."

You turned back to your friend with a smile

"We will make it so."

Time jump(NSFW/skip if u want)

"Diluc~" you moaned, back arching as said man held your stomach, thrusting hungrily into your ass. His other hand held your shaft, pumping it to his thrusts.

Your head felt light, the tip of your nose burnt in the dazed state. He was so rough, his mind set on pleasing himself like a mad animal. Diluc always did have this animalistic nature to him and you loved it. Your ass stung and stomach churned as pleasure took hold of you.

Diluc leant down into your figure, setting himself deep into you as you felt every bulging vein of his cock in you.

"Scream" he said solfly, caressing your ears as you both released onto each other

Time jump

"Diluc!" You yelled at him in warning. Your actions were catching up to you and here stood two fatui harbingers ready to collect you and your friend to pay for your deeds. 

Diluc struggled to hold back the one while you the other. You wernt getting out of this alive were you? Your time has come but youd use every inch of your being to get Diluc out of the situation. You have nothing, nothing but Diluc but he still had a nation to return to, a brother in arms to rekindle with and a duty. If you die here at least Diluc could continue your wish for the Fatuis downfall through him.

With all your might you activated your vision, spent every muscle and energy into it and released a gust of wind, twisting and turning to form a whirlwind of a tornado.

"Go!" You shouted to him as the two harbingers were preoccupied watching the mass form of wind.

"Go home! Live! My brother may your passion go on. I will rejoin you in time but for now we must part." Through the snow that smashed against you, wind that howled in your ears and tears the blurred your vision you saw Dilucs face of shock clearly, his bright red hair thrashing in the wind. 

"Please" you whispered with the last drop of energy in you. To that you saw Dilucs figure dissapear, the ruby red you treasured in this land leave your sight.

As the winds calmed exhaustion over took you as you fell into the snow. 'Sorry Diluc, i dont know if i can keep my promise' you thought as the world went black

Present

Mondstadts night was energetic and cheerful as always, the song of good wine and joy vibrating in the tavern as adventurers, knights and folk enjoyed the weekend. The jolly atmosphere was contrast to the quiet brood of the bartender that swiftly serviced his customers.

"Ah such a splendid night say you Diluc?" Kaeya charmed.

Diluc didnt respond and turned his back to restock the quickly depleating wines.

In the ruckus of the party the tavern door opening was heard by no one. A heavey coated figure shuffling its way towards the bar. It made its spot along the bar wood.

"Does this place provide Fire Water?" It asks is a low voice, one that would be unaudable in all the noise but Diluc heard it. He turned immediatly to look at the person who would order such a drink and right away his eyebrows knotted together in confustion and shock as he looked to you. Similar build, similar face but mutured due to the years that had pasted. At first Diluc thought he was simply recreating your face on a stranger, that this wasnt actually you, he knew it wasnt, it couldnt be, he knew you wouldnt be able to fufil your promise made so many years back when you both were emotional young adults wanting to make their mark on the world.

You chuckled and spoke in Shneznayan, "My brother, its good to see your eyes alight again. I hope you still remember those Shneznayan lessons and can still speak." Diluc dropped the bottle he was holding, his face sinkinging into shock. It couldnt be you, it couldnt. Kaeya, surprised by the shound of shattering glass looked from Diluc to you, not butting in but definitely interested. 

"No but- you're…" Diluc didnt know if he wanted to cry or run away, his head not making sense of your arrival. 

You leaned over the bar and pulled Diluc into your shoulder, giving him a firm embrace to let him know you were real. Your hand cradled his head and grasped into his hair holding him in the tight embrce as Diluc finally responded and gave you a solid squeeze back. You withdrew and gave his shoulder a firm pat. 

"Im alive, yes. Id have to be if i were to look at this amazing home youve made yourself."

For the first time in a very long time Kaeya saw Diluc with a large true smile, his eyes blazed with excitment and life. 

"(Name) you are here."

"Mhm! I couldnt go back on a promise." 

You sat yourself down on a stool and grinned. "Now my friend, show me you havent forgotten whay ive taught you! Give me your most fowl Shneznayan curse!" You laughed with joy.

Diluc snorted, reminded of your soft but brutish ways. He could guess you wont be staying in Mondstadt for long but for now just knowing the person he shared his violent angsty young years with was still alive was worth it. 

"We have a lot of catching up to do."

[raayllum]

* Kicks in door and flips a table *

I have a theory about the whole Gay old men Divorce Scene that has been SCREAMING in my head ever since I watched season 5 and I have yet to see anyone else talk about something like this yet and I don't really have tdp Fandom friends to screech about it too so im yeeting it to tumblr instead!!

So. My theory. The entire bit with viren and Aaravos talking? I am absolutely certain that Viren wasn't awake during that. He had backslid back into his vision quest. And this has a lot of ramifications.

So when Claudia wakes Viren up after rescuing him from the river while he's dream questing, Viren obviously is Not Ok. It seems that Claudia has forcefully disrupted Viren's vision quest, and the result is he becomes catatonic. He's unresponsive, doesn't even blink. Its like he's a husk of himself, if you understand me here.

Vision quests obviously have something to do with the soul. I think its safe to assume that when you meddle in matters of the soul, things can go very VERY wrong. So my theory is the entire time Viren is awake but unresponsive, its because when Claudia woke him up it partially untethered his soul from his body. So YEAH THAT'S HORRIFYING. Makes you wonder what happens if you fail a vision quest.

So, viren is there but not, taking in stimuli but not processing because, well, his soul is out of place. And then Claudia walks into the water. And we see Viren's vision overlay with something that isn't happening. Something like a nightmare. I believe that seeing Claudia leaving was enough of an anchor for Viren's soul that it got him back in place from sheer desperation to reach her… but the moment his soul slots back into place? Viren falls back into the vision quest.

When Viren calls out to Claudia, things start getting surreal once again. She suddenly just… drops. Like the waist deep water had suddenly turned into an endless abyss. And I'd also like to point out that Viren called out to her, and yet no one seems to notice. Not even Terry. Which is really odd, don't you think? If my father in law who has been catatonic and unresponsive for days suddenly cried out, I would immediately be at his side because honking trees, that's the first sign that he's actually still in there! But Terry doesn't seem to even register it. Doesn't turn to look at Viren. Nothing. Which doesn't make sense…. Unless it's dream logic. And viren is backsliding into the fever dreams that make up a vision quest.

And then suddenly sparklepuff flickers into Aaravos. And that was the point when I was certain Viren was definitely dreaming again when I was watching. Because all of last season, mage fam hasn't been able to get in contact with aaravos because viren lost his magic cocoon lens contact of letting him see sparkly elf man. If aaravos could have made himself visible this entire time without the presence of the caterpillar eye contact lense, why in the world would he have not communicated until now? It wouldn't make sense for him. But by dream logic, it would make perfect sense, wouldn't it?

And then there's what Aaravos *says* as greeting. "This is a special day."

He just echoed Avizandum's line from when Harrow and viren killed the archdragon. A line that I dont think Aaravos has any way of knowing about, nevermind that Aaravos would sooner eat some of Lujanne's cooking than do anything reminiscent of avizandum so yeah, Something isn't Right here.

Then there's the old gay men divorce that happens and STILL terry doesn't notice, which would only make sense in a dream.

So yeah, my theory is that entire sequence isn't actually happening, its all in Viren's head as his vision quest picks back up. What is really happening in the waking world is viren's half-husked unconscious body silently gets up and sleep walks away while Terry is focused on watching for Claudia's return, thus why terry doesn't notice.

Now onto my most important part. Viren is dreaming. Which means the "aaravos" in that scene? isn't the real aaravos. Its a dream version of him, based on Viren's perception of aaravos rather than what aaravos is really like.

[Tumblr wont let me include a picture in the ask so im just going to have to settle for quoting Aaron's tweet in response to someone asking him if Viren was confirmed dead: "I won't spoil this but I will ask you the question I have asked every person who asks me this. Do you think Aaravos was telling him the truth?"]

The show writers have reiterated time and time again that aaravos doesn't lie. (My understanding is he works on a mix of fae and genie logic, he cant fabricate a falsehood directly, he can only state truths in a way that would cause people to make assumptions that aren't necessarily right.) Aaravos Never Lies. He cant lie. yet here, they insinuate that "aaravos" could be lying. Which means that that apparition can not be the real aaravos.

So yeah ive been screamming

So Claudia doesn't forcefully wake Viren up from his dream - it's very clearly his dream self that forces him to well, wake up for lack of a better term. It's only once she's dragged him to shore that he finds himself in his final confrontation with, well, himself, which is clearly the last stage of the dream.

She actually isn't touching him at all when he finally does wake up and coughing up water. (Which like, Claudia begging Viren not to repeat his path and die again, just as Viren rejects his prior path by accepting his former self? Chef's kiss)

You're right that Viren is definitely still catatonic in the real world / borderline hallucinating in 5x09 during his conversations with Aaravos (Aaravos even states as such, saying he's borrowed Viren's consciousness) but

Aaravos never lying doesn't mean he's always telling the Objective Truth or the True Nature of Reality. It just means he's always telling his subjective truth, as in what he believes to be true, like any other character (hi Zubeia's account of his life and treachery). As far as he knows, as of the end of 5x09, Claudia has succeeded in finding his prison ("Others are near as well, but no matter. Your daughter is far more powerful" yeah, about that, buddy...) and no blood of any of Viren's children has been adequately spilt. This is particularly true given that since Aaravos was confident Claudia would succeed, his notions of how the evening had gone was definitely not featuring her experiencing massive blood loss because of a limb being severed. Therefore, as far as Aaravos knows, Viren has failed his final test, and he will not live to see the following day.

As for Aaravos not communicating clearly - if all he needed was for them to go to Umber Tor, he could've told Claudia directly before going into the cocoon; Sir Sparklepuff only knows what Aaravos knows on that front, after all. But Aaravos is someone who is straightforward but never direct, if that dichotomy makes sense. He didn't tell them because he didn't want to and because it wasn't, in his eyes, necessary. (Which like Aaravos & Rayla secret keeping versus trust in S5 with their high mages but that's a whole other cano of worms for another day). Sir Sparklepuff (and everything entwined with him) was just another string for Aaravos to pull, I think.

Aaravos is also far more like Avizandum, I think - but the show loves to stack foils on top of foils constantly so that's not exactly surprising

[iridescent-solstice]

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[2af-afterdark]

I was wondering what if MC got pregnant?

And I was like OMG their gonna be a father

And I looked at it at a realistic point of view ,none of them who take responsibility for the child except maybe for Mammon but what if it’s a time he gets bored of MC and abandons them

Beelzebub knowing him is even enough to know that he just leave after the reveal ,And you won’t hear from him again

Idk much about Leviathan if he will accept or he’s shitting himself and good luck trying to get that coffin open 👍

I’d be Hella scared to reveal to Satan that I was pregnant ,Don’t know if the man with the flip off and go full on rage

These are demons ,morals don’t apply to them,

And this hell after all…🥲

I am actually going to go against the grain and say they would be loving (if flawed) dads. Specifically, because family is considered super important in old school religious mythos. It's a sign of importance to have well-raised children and that blood connection can start entire wars. Dont get me wrong. They are terrible caretakers for someone who's pregnant, but they are damn decent dads (by hell standards).

Satan is... well, nothing changes. His partner is growing another life? He is so blasé about it. It's just another living thing, no big deal. He is high-key upset about the change in sexual intimacy as the pregnancy goes on. But fuck yeah! He's gonna have a kid? That's his and everyone better respect that baby bump! He is a man of contradictions.

As a dad: He will beat the living shit out of anyone that messes with his kids, then he will let the the kid get in a few punches for practice. That kid will have zero emotional regulation, for good and bad. He will watch the kid, but he's not changing his plans to do it. That means he's taking the kid to the bar and on the battlefield. It's good for them, or so he claims.

Mammon is suddenly a little to protective. He basically would have MC on lockdown and getting them anything they ask for when they ask for it. He'd be so fucking excited and be loving that belly, especially later in the pregnancy (the sex never stops). He thanks MC all the time for having his child.

As a dad: He is carrying his kid on his shoulders. Everything in the world is his, but that child is doubly his. That also means he can share everything in the world with his kid... well, almost anything. It's still his. That little hellion has full reign of his kingdom without supervision (MC is not pleased, but it's the demon way).

Beelzebub decides it's time for MC to start wandering with him. There is no way he's leaving his pregnant partner all alone when he can hold and appreciate them instead, but he refuses to stop traveling. Is every location safe? Fuck no! But he likes having them around.

As a dad: He is the most absentee of the parents (since a very young child cannot travel so freely). He still visits often and comes home with so many gifts so his kid can see where dad has been. Final child raising decisions are made by MC since he is not around as much. His kid gets used to it, even if they wish he was there more... baby doesn't hang in Avisos either (because mafia). Maybe when he's older...

Leviathan definitely had a panic attack and went unresponsive for a while. Not even into the coffin. Unresponsive. How does one pregantè? He will be the worst caretaker and helper for the pregnancy because he'll be fluctuating between happiness and horror. He is so glad to see his baby growing big and strong, but I genuinely think he'd see pregnancy as... unsavory (the thing lives inside of you and steals your body's nutrients? He has a few horror terrors that do that! Wtf!)

As a dad: He has an entire kingdom eager to wait hand and foot on this child (and the person carrying that child). He's actually jealous of how easy his kid has it and how much attention they get from MC. Can you imagine how the nobles refer to the child as "little prince(ss)"? Leviathan still goes into his coffin when it gets to be too much to deal with, but sometimes he may bring the kid with him. He will protect the kid from the horrors, don't worry. The horrors like the kid

[underratedandoverit]

that scream i hear

651 words

i mean technically its orangekip i guess. belt corruption arc/immortal fears. i just poured this out of me in like twenty minutes so i can cleanse myself up from bad brain before i go to bed. its angst, i guess with a somewhat content ending. if it doesnt make sense i dont care, not all things can be bangers but im gonna post this anyways

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“I hate you!”

Eyes staring up at the dark ceiling, Kip slowly gained control of his body again. His throat felt dry, he could barely move his fingers, the floor underneath his back felt cold. The sensations were all hitting at the same time, almost paralyzing him all over again.

Kip blinked slowly.

“Fuck you!”

He did remember those words, he could hear them echoing around the room in his own voice. Kip had no idea how long had passed since that moment, but he could feel the tension still lingering.

Slowly his hand rose up from the floor, the arm following it, lifting the shaky hand in front of his face. He was barely able to focus on it, watching the little driblets of blood falling from it. They were hitting him directly in the face, but Kip didn’t care. He didn’t remember cutting himself, but the wound looked fresh. Still stinging a little bit too.

“I fucking hate you!”

The hand lowered down on his chest, leaving a bloody hand print behind, no doubt. Kip couldn’t remember how he got here, what had happened. All he could remember was the disappointment in Cassidy’s eyes, his own words screaming at both him and Kip himself, not really being sure who those words were ultimately aimed at.

He could hear the door opening, but Kip didn’t respond. The barely aware blond just laid on the floor, feeling the floorboards shake a little as the footsteps got closer to him. He didn’t respond back to the calls of his name, or look directly at him as Cassidy knelt down, hovering above him.

They both remained silent, Cassidy’s eyes leaving his unresponsive face to track down to the hand on his chest, wincing a little bit at the sight of the blood. He was hesitant to do anything though, having seen Kip already throw himself into a frenzy over his attempt once, leaving some more broken dishes and a couple of bruises behind over a mere touch of his hand. Cassidy’s eyes darted between Kip’s hand in desperate need of care and his blank face a couple of times, finally leaning over some more in order to try to make eye contact.

“Hey.”

Kip blinked, but looked right past him to the ceiling. He wasn’t sure what this state was, but he was exhausted. He just didn’t know why, it all felt very foreign to him. He didn’t remember how he got to the floor, which room this even was, what had happened.

All he could hear were his own words echoing in his mind, radiating with hate.

“We really need to patch you up.”

Cassidy could remember that talking helped. Or at least that was what he had been told a few times in the past, how people had pulled him out of a state similar to this. Not that any of his friends ever recorded him having violent tendencies towards others than himself, but the end result was the same.

Exhaustion. Non-communication. He was going to be stuck here, on the floor, in this state, until someone helped him move along.

“I hate you!”

But did he though…?

Kip’s eyes slowly traveled away from the ceiling, trying their best to focus on the friendly pair of blue eyes looking back at him. The sound that came out of him was barely a whisper, but it was more than enough for Cassidy, as he watched Kip carefully lift the hand up again, pressing it against Cassidy’s chest.

“…Help.”

Cassidy just nodded, offering Kip a soft smile he barely registered, before moving onto the patchwork, clearly having come in prepared for this task. Kip’s eyes traveled back to the ceiling, the almost scarily familiar numbness washing over him as he barely felt Cassidy cleaning up his wounds, as much as it would usually sting.

“I fucking hate you!”

But…

But he didn’t though.

[radi0activec0smos]

Tfw your overthinking husband is exhausted and n e r v o u s and just really needs some company. No I will never shut up about them.

I promise I can draw them in happier moods, but I must also live up to my title as an emotional turmoil creator, whether the turmoil ranges from subtle to extreme /hj

In general I see Wounded as the type to try and bottle up any negative feelings they tend to have and any memories that resurface, which can lead to them seeming spaced out and unresponsive while they fidget just to try and get their mind off it. Their voice tends to be surprisingly quiet whenever they’re in this sort of state. Company from a trusted person typically helps.

(Yes I’m still stuck on the fact that their bio says “Refuses to give advice anymore, so that people won’t rely on it” - Wounded, how many things do you blame yourself for and no I dont just mean that one florist’s death from your memory. I am going to hug you. That is a threat.)

Lighting was a pain with this piece but GOD was doing the shinies on Wounded’s... well, wounds, really satisfying. Glowy.

Also yes that’s meant to be them with the mask off, I imagine that the thing we see on the mask is an actual wound that they endured, it’s just that it looks even less clean-cut underneath cuz, like. Skin tearing.