#i need to keep peddling this

[gifti3]

its not the same fandom but i feel like this fic managed to scratch the itch...

Deaths of many sizes (45027 words) by MothMumblings

So i guess in a way I got the enemies to lovers with Gabriel lmaoo

It just happened to be the Mandela Catalogue one aijsiadja

gabriel and mc, enemies to lovers would have been so good tho

[aerodaltonimperial]

If you ever open a doc and then stop because you think something like "what if I'm writing too much of this trope/pairing/character?" I am here to tell you that you aren't. You are doing this out of love. There can never be "too much" love. Don't ever let anyone make you feel like you can't keep writing something that you love. WRITE WHAT MOVES YOU TO CREATE BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT LIFE IS ABOUT

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Thinking thoughts about Abuela being back and with this backstory about her being taken in by charlatans and Eddies whole catholic guilt thing and how the two things kind of play into one another as an exploration of faith and being taken in by something.

Abuela giving all her money to the tarot card readers etc because she was searching for something - for connection (with Abuelo) - trying to recapture what she had lost, and How Eddie has spoken about trying to re-find the magic he had with Shannon - how Eddie hasn't actually fully reconciled the Shannon of it all when it comes to relationships and how his Catholic guilt connects into that.

How Marisol as a physical representation of Catholicism is part of that narrative - how Eddie is entering a place where he has to chose his path - in order to move on from Shannon he needs to fully square the hole - catholic or non catholic. And how that needs to happen first - before he can begin his queer journey!

[jrueships]

zesty lowkey just another way for str8 ppl to say faggot / faggy and get away with it

[r0semultiverse]

My take on the whole World War 3 WWIII WW3 whatever you wanna call it

This is a very simple look at why you won't die in a new World War (if it even happens) and a simple point of view responding to it. There are far better educated people to speak on this more thoroughly if you feel like researching and looking for that.

[brklynbxby]

closed starter for @mysteriousxgirls

Azriel’s formal Oxford shoes struck the pavement with a sharp, deliberate cadence as he emerged from the sleek black SUV, his presence undeniable amidst the chaotic hum of the nightclub’s entrance. Dressed in a sharp navy suit that hugged his frame just right, the crisp lines of the jacket contrasted against the casual edge of his unbuttoned white shirt underneath — a look both refined and dangerously laid-back. Luca moved just behind him, ever silent, his gaze cutting through the crowd with a cold, methodical precision. Maria was several paces ahead, her movements deliberate and laced with purpose, the subtle sway of her hips punctuating her every step. Her laughter, infectious and slightly careless, rose above the pounding bass, already weaving its way through the crowd as she set her sights on her prey. She was working her angle—feigned inebriation, the slightest tilt of her head, eyes cast toward a handful of strangers—an artful distraction.

The club pulsed with life, a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and bodies crammed into a space that left little to the imagination. Their movements were synchronised with the relentless beat of the music, each step in perfect harmony with the next. The air was dense with the acrid tang of cigarette smoke and the cloying scent of overpriced cologne, a suffocating haze that blurred the edges of reality and rendered everything just a shade too intimate. Azriel navigated through the throng with purposeful intent, every step measured, eyes scanning the room with surgical precision. They were here for a singular purpose: the ex-gang chemist who had vanished, now resurfaced under a new alias, peddling party drugs in places like this. Azriel had studied the intel; the man was tall, dark-haired, with a jawline as sharp as his calculated gaze. His eyes—those eyes that never quite met yours—locked onto him in an instant. The man they sought was stationed near the bar, his predatory gaze sweeping the room, searching for an opening. Luca’s eyes flicked over the dance floor, always alert, always assessing. “I don’t like this place,” He murmured, his voice barely rising above the incessant pulsing of the music. “Too many eyes, too many distractions.” Azriel shot him a glance—steady, unwavering, the calm in the midst of chaos. “That’s precisely the point. We blend in. We don’t attract attention. Keep it tight.”

Already in motion, Maria’s gaze locked onto the dealer across the room. With the precision of a seasoned operator, she moved toward him, her walk artfully exaggerated by a slight stumble, as though slightly tipsy. Easing onto the bar stool beside him, her posture languid and seductive, she leaned in just enough for him to catch the faint scent of alcohol on her breath, a calculated invitation. “Hey there, big guy,” she purred, her voice a syrupy blend of faux sweetness. “I’m not usually this fun, but tonight’s been... one of those nights,” A slow, tipsy grin curled at her lips as she spoke, the expression lazy and deliberately drawn out. Her gaze, deliberate and inviting, lingered for a fraction of a second longer than needed, crafting the subtle illusion of vulnerability, as though she were irresistibly receptive to whatever temptations he might extend.

Azriel’s attention remained fixed on the dealer. The ex-chemist’s features were unmistakable—his angular jawline, the shrewd, calculating gleam in his eyes, all wrapped in that same predatory allure. Subtle flickers in his gaze, darting between Maria and the sea of bodies, betrayed his intentions: he was poised, waiting for the perfect moment to act. Azriel’s focus was laser-sharp. There was no room for distraction, no tolerance for delay. The objective was clear. If this man was indeed the one they sought, the truth would be pried from him with ruthless efficiency. If he wasn’t, Azriel would ensure that he became irrelevant, swiftly and decisively. Maria had already captivated the dealer’s attention, and Azriel, knowing her methods all too well, recognised the delicate dance she performed. She was a master of misdirection, playing the role of a tipsy seductress with effortless precision, drawing him in with the promise of something more. Azriel knew some games required patience, so he pushed off from the wall and made his way to the other side of the bar, casually ordering a drink. His gaze never strayed from her, though, keeping a careful watch without drawing attention.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Musk steals a billion dollars from low-income Americans and sends it to Intuit

I'm about to leave for a 20+ city book tour for my new novel PICKS AND SHOVELS. Catch me on Feb 14 in BOSTON for FREE at BOSKONE , and on Feb 15 for a virtual event with YANIS VAROUFAKIS. More tour dates here.

Let me tell you about the most wasteful US federal government spending I know about. It's a humdinger. You and everyone you know are mired in it for weeks, or perhaps months, every year. It will cost you, personally, thousands of dollars over your lifetime. I'm talking about filing your taxes.

Not paying your taxes. Paying your taxes is fine. It keeps the country running, though not because the government needs our "tax dollars" to pay for things. The government annihilates the money it taxes away from us, and creates new money to pay for programs. The USA needs US citizens' dollars to build highways the same way Starbucks needs its Starbucks gift cards to make lattes – that is, not at all:

https://theglobepost.com/2019/03/28/stephanie-kelton-mmt/

I'm talking about filing your taxes. In nearly every case, a tax return contains a bunch of things the IRS already knows: how much interest your bank paid you, how much your employer paid you, how many kids you have, etc etc. Nearly everyone who pays a tax-prep place or website to file their tax return is just sending data to the IRS that the IRS already has. This is insanely wasteful.

In most other "advanced" countries (and in plenty of poorer countries, too), the tax authority fills in your tax return for you and mails it to you at tax-time. If it looks good to you, you just sign the bottom and send it back. If there are mistakes, you can correct them. You can also just drop it in the shredder and hire an accountant to do your taxes for you, if, for example, you run a small business, or are self-employed, or have other complex tax needs. A tiny minority of tax filers fall into that bucket, and they keep the tax-prep industry in other countries alive, albeit in a much smaller form than in the USA.

In the US, we have a duopoly of two gigantic tax-prep outfits: H&R Block, and Intuit, owners of Turbotax. These companies make billions from low-income, working Americans every year, charging them to format a bunch of information the IRS already has, and then sending it to the IRS on their behalf. These companies lobbied like crazy for the right to tax you when you pay your taxes.

In 2003, it looked like the IRS would start sending Americans pre-completed returns, so H&R Block and Turbotax went into lobbying overdrive, whipping up a "public private partnership" called the "Free File Alliance," that promised to do free tax prep for most Americans. But once the threat of IRS free filing was killed, they turned Free File into a sick joke. Americans who tried to use Free File were fraudulently channeled into filing products that cost money – sometimes hundreds of dollars – to use, a fact that was only revealed after the taxpayer had spent hours keying in their information. Free File sites were also used to peddle unrelated financial products to tax filers, with deceptive language that implied that buying these services was needed to file your return:

https://www.propublica.org/article/inside-turbotax-20-year-fight-to-stop-americans-from-filing-their-taxes-for-free

The big winner from the Free File scam was Intuit, which bought Turbotax in 1993. They made about one billion dollars per year ripping off Americans they'd promised to file free tax returns for. After outstanding work by Propublica, lawmakers and the IRS were finally pressured to create an IRS-based free filing service that would cut Intuit out of the loop. Intuit went on a lobbying blitz without parallel, giving out $3.5m in bribes in 2022 in a bid to kill the Treasury Department's study of a free filing service:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/20/turbotaxed/#counter-intuit

In 2022, nearly every US state attorney general settled their lawsuits against Intuit for the Turbotax ripoff, bringing in $141m:

https://www.agturbotaxsettlement.com/Home/portalid/0

In 2023, the FTC won a case against Intuit over the scam:

https://www.ftc.gov/business-guidance/blog/2023/09/nine-takeaways-initial-decision-intuit-turbotax-action

But Intut was undeterred. They came back in 2023 with a campaign to say that ripping off American tax-filers was antiracist and anyone who wanted the IRS to make filing free was, therefore, a racist:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/27/predatory-inclusion/#equal-opportunity-scammers

Strangely, no one bought that one. By May, 2023 the IRS had announced its own, in-house free file program:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/17/free-as-in-freefile/#tell-me-something-i-dont-know

Now, no one is forcing you to use this program. Do you have a family accountant that your grandparents started using in the Eisenhower administration? Just keep going to them. Do you like using Turbotax? Keep using it! Wanna do your own taxes? Here's the forms:

https://www.irs.gov/pub/irs-pdf/f1040s.pdf

But if you want to file your taxes for free, and you earn $125,000/year or less, here's the IRS's service:

https://www.irs.gov/filing/irs-direct-file-for-free

Better use it quick, though. Elon Musk has just announced that he's killing it. Yeah, I know, no one elected him. That doesn't seem to matter to anyone, least of all Democrats on the Hill, who are still showing up for work every day and trying to engender a "spirit of comity" rather than screaming and throwing eggs:

https://apnews.com/article/irs-direct-file-musk-18f-6a4dc35a92f9f29c310721af53f58b16

Musk called IRS free file a "far left" program and announced that he had "deleted it." By the way, the median Trump voter's income is about $72k, meaning more than half of Trump voters qualified for free file:

https://fivethirtyeight.com/features/the-mythology-of-trumps-working-class-support/

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/02/11/doubling-up-on-paperwork/#rip-freefile

Image: Wcamp9 (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Elon_Musk_-_March_28,_2024_%28cropped%29.jpg

CC BY 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/deed.en

[antifainternational]

I have a group of acquaintances from my hometown who are mostly “moderate Republicans”, but only because they don’t really pay attention and are young straight white men from an affluent suburb. I don’t hang out with them, but we’re all in a group chat together (that they keep adding me to every time I try to leave). I figured since I was there, I might as well try to introduce them to some leftist, anti-authoritarian ideas. It’s been working—I’ve even seen a shift with the one proper alt-right guy from constantly posting evil shit unfettered to keeping his mouth shut except to occasionally completely make a fool of himself while trying to debate me—but it’s slow. With everything else that’s happening in the US, I’m wondering if this is a worthwhile use of time.

You've already shifted one of your acquaintances from the red pill/alt-right pipeline a bit, so you've answered your own question, Anon! We suggest you keep up the good work here. In fact, we've got some resources for you: If you dig through our Asks Archive, you'll find lots of examples where we responded to the most common bullshit peddled by the far-right. There might be good ammo in there for you to use to continue swaying these guys. The Western States Center has a number of guides offering solid advice on how to respond when people close to you are going down the wrong path. Generally, avoid name-calling and responding with facts is effective. A good way to frame what you say is to Affirm, Answer, & ReDirect: -Affirm that what the person is saying is real and comes from a place of real concern that you understand. This validates them and makes them more open to listening to you. -Answer (or respond) to what they're saying factually. You want to be clear, concise, and concrete when you answer. Make your answer as clear, direct, and succinct as possible and based it on real-world, concrete evidence. -Now you want to ReDirect the person's concern or anger away from the target they thought was appropriate to where they should be angry. To demonstrate: Person 1: I'm fed up with not being able to afford proper housing! There's just not enough homes in this country with all the immigrants coming here! We need to close our borders to makes sure we can house our own people! Person 2: (Affirming): I definitely hear you. It sickens me that so many people are living on the streets here. Rents are out of control. We shouldn't have to worry about whether or not we're going to have a roof over our heads from one month to the next. (Answering): But what is the real problem here? We're one of the richest countries in the world, yet for every one person living on the streets, there are 28 vacant homes available that the owners are just sitting on. The top 20 corporate landlords control over 1.4 million homes. Turning housing from a basic necessity into something to speculate on and try to get rich with means sky-high rents and homes sitting empty while people sleep in the streets. (Redirecting): Immigrants aren't the reason for the housing crisis - relying on capitalism to provide housing when it's only designed to provide profits is the reason! If you are genuinely upset about housing situation here, you need to focus on the people that created the problem and profit from it - wealthy landlords and landowners and the politicians that pass laws that only make them wealthier, at the expense of the rest of us!

[talk-danmei-to-me]

pls pls pls pls make a list of all danmei people should read. I am thirsty for love and angst and pls be my salvation

Omg I can't say no to that!

Full disclosure, I've only been reading danmei since May. Also, I only read official translations. Others may be able to give a wider range.

But since you asked so nicely, let's go!

1) Yuwu/Remnants of Filth

Obviously, my number 1 is going to be the danmei I spend 80% of my time here trying to convince people to read.

Yuwu is a gift for fans of angst, literally opens with the MC getting stabbed in the heart and Meatbun doesn't let up from there.

Fun fact - the only Meatbun without non-con elements in the primary ship.

Sad fact - it also lacks her usual comedy.

Why I love it: Mo Xi, my princess, genuinely the saddest boy in all of danmei. I'm ridiculously invested in Ximang's quest for happiness.

2) 2ha/Erha/The Husky and his White Cat Shizun

At it's heart (at least to where the official translations are up to) 2ha is a romantic comedy. Tropes you may have found in other danmei hit so good (ghost weddings and shizun fucking).

Fun fact - Has my favourite confession scene out of all danmei I've read.

Sad fact - Being Meatbun's most popular work, you can basically collect spoilers like pokemon cards. Not even ao3 tags are safe.

Why I love it - Meatbun's smut writing is S tier and Mo Ran is one of my favourite protaganists... although he has some competition.

3) Ballad of Sword and Wine

I feel like I need to formally apologise for sleeping on this series after reading the first volume. It’s so, so juicy! Obsessed with the character dynamics and it’s always a winner when the main couple starts to dabble with each other in the first volume. It’s not Meatbun levels of smut peddling but I appreciate Tang Jiu Qing’s hustle. If you love courtly politics, graphic descriptions of violence and the most insane levels of sexual tension you will ever read. You need this danmei in your life.

Fun fact - I am as obsessed with Cezhou as Xiao Chiye is with the nape of Shen Lanzhou’s neck.

Sad fact - The sheer amount of characters will drive you insane.

4) To Rule in a Turbulent World

Enter You Miao! His introduction made me fall in love with him just as fast as I did Mo Ran! There's a reason everyone raves about chapter 3. Hilarious, horny and wholesome. The side characters are amazing, the main couple is adorable and it's giving hints of political powerplays. Also the first danmei I've read that seems to really deliver when it comes to skinship. The main couple literally can't keep their hands to themselves.

Fun fact - I'm only 50% through but I am buying every single Fei Tian Ye Xiang 7 seas is about to release day 1.

Sad fact - there's no pictures. Also I'm not sure how angsty it's going to get.

Bonus: For the toxic yaoi fan in your life

Meatbun's most unhinged work. She's peddling all the toxic smut fans of bl mangas and manhwas will be familiar with. Even though it's modern it made me nostalgic for that reason. He Yu is a clown and I adore him. Meatbun is airing all her kinks with this one and I'm not mad about it.

Fun fact- This is the first modern danmei I've read. Also, one of the more fun uses of the straight man trope I've read.

Sad fact - Vol 3 cliffhanger!

Why I love it - It's just pure Meatbun chaos.

(Am I just exposing myself as a Meatbun stan, probably, but she delivers every time.)

[plaidos]

@deepspaceboytoy no clue who you are or why you think you need to be my d-list batman villain of the week but if you’re gonna post obvious lies about me you might wanna do it somewhere i can’t correct you — if it isn’t obvious to everybody keeping score at home, i have not called anon hate “a genocide” because that would be ridiculous.

earlier this week i was harassed by an anonymous person who kept making new accounts like literally multiple new accounts daily to block evade. this person was calling for the genocide of trans women, saying shit like “well all you freaks are gonna be gone in ten years hopefully anyway, the government should just round you all up” etc. if you’ve never received this kind of hateful rhetoric or didn’t see the person harassing me engaging in it, you’re lucky, and i hope you never have to deal with it.

what i do wish is that you would stop peddling the harassment campaigns of cryptoterfs like @specialmouse (a little nazi who can’t go thirty seconds without saying everybody in a ten foot range of them is “retarded”). if screenshotting the lies you tell about me & deconstructing the unpersoning campaign you’re participating is bothersome for you, you should perhaps try not doing it next time.

[msfantasy]

Rendezvous [+18]

Orc x Reader

Summary: Tari begs her best friend to sleep with her husband so she can break the marriage contract.

Warning: Taboo's and Sexual themes are contained within this short.

A/n: Readers body is described to be like the average human woman. The words squishy, fleshy and large breasts are used.

It's times like these when you really enjoy life. Sitting in the backyard with your best friend Tara, and watching the wild flowers flutter and wave in the wind. You couldn't help but grin in contentment as you hold your tea cup to your lips, the delicate floral aroma only enticing you to wash away the hot buttery jam scone you just ate.

To your utter dismay, your tea begins to sour in your mouth at Tari's unexpected admission. “My husbands’ eyes are wandering.” She admits making you choke on your tea. You quickly place your saucer and cup down, shooting your hand out to grab Tari’s whose fingers are tapping nervously at the table.

“Oh god Tari- I’m so sorry to hear that.” She sigh and shrugs her shoulders.

“I knew it would happen one day- after all, it was an arranged marriage.” You still squeeze Tari’s hands in solidarity.

“Arrange marriage or not... this is terrible.” Your face drops, unable to imagine the pain your friend must be going through.

“Terrible? This is great news!” Your brows shoot up at Tari’s sudden delighted shift in mood. “Honestly I thought he would never stray, I thought it might take years before he lost interest in me! And not a moment too soon either.” You lean back into your chair, you mouth remaining a gape whilst your brows furrow in confusion.

“Huh?” You ask, head tilting to the side, unable to grasp the situation playing at hand.

“Okay- so in Orc culture when you have an arranged marriage it’s pretty much a done deal. You’re forced to stay a virgin for your husband and be committed to him til the day he dies BUT,” Your eyes dart around Tari’s face as she rampantly explanation of her Orcish culture, your brain peddling hard to keep up with her speech. “If your husband strays from your bed then our marriage contract ends!” She cheers excitedly.

“Oh… so … congratulations?” You mutter, unsure that was the right response.

“I’m glad you feel that way bestie because I have a HUGE favour to ask you…” Tari gets on her knees in front of you, looking up into your face.

Oh no.

Tari pulls out her biggest shiniest puppy dog as she begs you with the deepest sincerity. “Can you please sleep with my husband?” She begs, her desperation leaking ever so obviously from her aura.

“God Tari no! I couldn’t ever do that to you!” You say, edging back in disgust at the thought of betraying your friend.

“But that’s the thing Y/n! It’s for me please!” She begs again, but you’ve just about had enough. “Please Y/n! I know he’s huge and ugly and you’re a tiny pretty human- but it will only need to happen once! When he breaks his marriage vow I’ll be free! Your the only one that can do it- he has a human fetish and your human!” She begs again, grabbing you by the waist. “Please I’ll - I’ll give you all the money I have! I’ll become your slave! Please I’ll do anything!” She begs which has you frowning.

“Tari.” You say, kneeling down to her level. “You’re really that unhappy?” She nods erratically.

“I never wanted this… if you sleep with him, then I can finally escape and have my freedom again, I could travel, spend my money how I want and sleep with whoever I want, the marriage essentially become void.”

You look up at Tari understanding her point of view.

It feels wrong, but it’s what a good friend would do.

“Fine- I’ll sleep with your husband.” Tari squeals in delight, tackling you into a bear hug as she spins relentlessly in celebration at the prospect’s of her new found freedom and all because of your noble sacrifice.

Ironically, unlike Tari, you actually found her husband quite attractive. Tari just thought Ri looked so odd for an Orc.

Tari came from the Ea-an clan, which are orcs with green-skin, black or brown hair, black tattoos and gold jewellery.

Where-as her husband Ri came from the Nesian clan, far in the south. They typically have grey-blue skin, white tattoos, white or black hair and silver jewellery.

Ri was the first Nesian you’ve ever seen before which just further added to the aw and ethereal nature. Since they’re so far in the South, most people go their whole lives never seeing one.

Ignoring how Ri looks, the way he carries himself is just so attractive.

He always has his long white hair re-braided every week. You’ve often spotted Ri walking around shirtless around the Orc village, his battle scars and white tattoo being shown off for all its glory. Whenever someone gets drunk and mouthy in your bar, Ri was always there to set them in their place.

You already had reservations about your arrangement with Tari, tricking someone into sleeping with you feels terribly tacky, but now that you’re sitting across from her as she’s giving you a knowing smile all whilst Ri whips you both drinks up in their shared home, your resolve immediately crumbles.

“Holy shit Tari- I can’t do this!” You panic, looking off to the exit.

“Huh-why?! What’s wrong- tell me.” Tari panics as you try to back track your agreement.

“I don’t know how to flirt with your husband- what if he brushes me off?”

“He won’t!” Tari reassures, grabbing your hand to stop you from flailing.

“I’m just some boring human- look at Ri- he wouldn’t find me attractive! I’m just going to make a fool of myself!” Tari’s mouth widens in shock.

“You don’t seriously think you look boring do you?!” You shrug, in uncertainty. You don’t look ugly but you don’t look interesting and impressive like Ri or Tara.

“I’m not an Orc, of course he won’t find me attractive.”

“You don’t look like an Orc which is exactly why you are attractive. It’s erotic to sleep with someone outside our race.” Tari’s reassures but it hardly helped settle your nerves.

“What’re you two discussing?” Ri asks, setting the drinks down.

You couldn’t have snatched yours faster if you tried.

“Y/n was just admitting to me she thinks she’s unattractive.” You stare daggers back at Tari.

“That’s ridiculous- you’re human.” He says as if that statement made an obvious impact.

“Thats what I said. I think any Orc would be thanking the gods for gifting them such a pretty little human to ride their huge cocks. I don’t know a single Orc that hasn’t wished for this.” Tari states a bit forcefully. “Don’t you agree?” Ri’s jaw seems to stiffen a bit but nods in agreement.

“That’s ridiculous. How are humans attractive to male Orcs? We have all the same parts as female Orcs.” You question which makes Tari throw her head back in thunderous laughter.

“Do you not have ears? It's erotic for us Orcs to sleep with a creature that isn't our own kind- the taboo makes the chase more exciting.” She answers whipping a tear off the corner of her eyes. “You human girls are so tiny and tight. I’ve heard stories of your kind becoming drooling limp moaning messes- begging for more huge Orc cocks whilst they still ride orc cock so enthusiastically. I’ve even heard that humans have ridiculously libidos.”

Ri snorts at Tari’s final fact. “I think the libidos thing is just make believe.” But you shake your head.

“Sex drives vary person to person, but Tari is right, having a high libido is typical for humans, it’s part of our drive to procreate.” You say meekly much to the shock of Ri.

“So you human girls don’t just cum once, and feel satisfied to stop?” Your cheeks grow warm from the pure shock and aw growing on Ri’s face.

“Um- well-“

“Don’t be shy Y/n, we’re all friends here.” Tari eggs you on with a calculated grin to follow.

“Okay, well. In honest truth when I take care of my own orgasms, I can go multiple times. With sex, I usually would like to cum more than 2 times, but most human man can’t handle it.” You say shyly, seeing Ri become more engrossed in your sexual endeavours.

“So it’s true,..” He says in surprise, leaning back.

“That’s not all.” Tari continues, “Orcs are just so muscular, like stones but human girls are usually so squishy, like Y/n for example. If I poke her arm, it doesn’t feel like rocks. Go on touch her!” Tari encourages but Ri looks uncertain.

“It’s okay Ri, I don’t mind.“ Taking his hand and placing it on your arm.

“You’re right- I had no idea humans were so soft.” Ri begins to squeeze your arm excitedly, watching your arm flesh move around instead of resisting movement. You begin to giggle at Ri’s amazed reaction.

“I had no idea that being fleshy was so nuanced, surely female orcs are squishy.” You giggle as Ri grabs your other arm to see if it will squish too.

“We aren’t - even our breast are muscular.” You raise a brow to this, surprise you hadn’t noticed, but now that Tari’s pointed it out, Tari hadn’t any bounce to it.

You look at Ri from the corner of your eyes and see his eyes fixated on your chest, as if imaging your fleshy arms feel similar to your breasts. “You can touch them if you want Ri.” You offer, sticking your chest out just a little more, but Ri looks like he’s talking himself out of it. Knowing that groping his wife’s best friend is out of the question.

“Go on Ri- I’ve touched them before, it’s so squishy.” Tari taunts. Immediately Ri doesn’t wait for another second his hands grabbing your chest harshly, the action sends ripples of nerves shooting down the pit of your stomach.

“C-careful, mine are sensitive.” You say hesitantly, Ri nods and begins to nead them softly. You feel the need in your stomach stirring.

You look over at Tari who looks like she won the lottery. “Ri- if Y/n’s comfortable with it, you should explore her human body.” Ri seems shocked at Tari’s offer, his eyes bulging in shock. “Most human women find us Orcs repulsive- but Y/n’s a friend, you don’t mind letting my husband explore your body right?” She smiles poisonously as you nod in agreement. “Whelp- I’ll leave you too it- I’m pretty tired.” Tari releases the fakest yawn you’ve ever heard. But Ri doesn’t seem to notice, he’s too engrossed in contemplation in crossing social boundaries.

“I had no idea human women felt so different to Orc women.” Ri nodded in agreement.

“It makes me wonder if all those fantastical stories are true but I would never want you to feel pressured.” He says vaguely which triggers your intrigue. His hands hesitantly pull away, but your hands grab his.

“I really don’t mind if you want to explore my body Ri- after all, I’m curious if all the stories from humans are true. If Orc tongue and cock is as good as they say it is.” You can see something animalistic shift beneath the surface. A line that Ri was resisting to cross was dashed and you were a little frightened at the Pandora’s box you just opened.

“I knew Tari was a manipulative witch, but I had no idea her sweet little human friend could be too.” His voice rumbles with a hiss as he drags you onto his lap. “I would never break a marriage contract, but if Tari is going to offer her pretty human as bait - then I’ll definitely bite.” You shrink back nervously at the sudden change in personality but you can’t hold back the shuttering as Ri drags your core along his muscular thigh eliciting a pleasurable sound to pour from your lips. “I was just being a good husband. Keeping my hands to myself,” your eyes go a bit glossy, becoming unfocused at the teasing waves of pleasure building up from riding Ri’s thick thigh. His hold on your hips now loosened as you took your own initiative to drag your weepy cunt along his leg like a damn mut in heat. “I’ve even fisted my own cock to the thought of you. All to resist devouring you whenever your around, leaving your delicious scent on every surface and wearing those pretty little clothes.” You repositioned yourself to grind down on his lap, your eyes glazing over in pleasure as you continue to grind down into his lap. Ri grabs your chin, forcing you to look up into his eyes. “But if my own wife is going to toss her friend cunt first into my lap, then I won’t say no.” He grumbles tearing your top right off, watching your squishy breasts spill out.

Of course Ri could see through your charade- this isn’t a porno, it’s real fucking life. He could see you two working so hard to seduce him and it was honestly cute to see you try so hard because you seriously didn’t have to.

Now you'll have to pay the consequences.

[esspeon]

KEEP UP!

Faster, faster and faster. Until the thrill of speed overcomes that of death.

a/n: indulging myself bc drag racer!Sylus invaded my brain, help me, also inspired by the new main story update hehe. Also, yes I know my right and my left, for my non-car girls, most Japanese (and other cars lol) have the wheel on the right! And idk if this makes sense I’m just word vomiting

t/w: drag racer!sylus, kinda innocent!reader, adrenaline, reader gets horny bc of the adrenaline lol, riding, slight degradation + praise, idk what else.

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There’s a sudden change in his demeanour when he pulls up to the starting line. The he way his gloved hand grip the shifter a little tighter, the red eyes you love so much that we’re once on yours now focused on the red light to his left - patience wearing thin because god, Sylus would be lying if he said he didn’t want to say fuck it and just put the peddle to the floor. The sound of the rotary engine of his RX-7 is what you focus on, nervousness coursing no through your veins as you keep readjusting the helmet he gave you. Seriously, what man takes someone to a drag race - an illegal one at that - on their first date?

He must be insane if he thinks I’ll ever want to see him again after this you think, glancing his way for the nth time in the span of 10 minutes.

The second the light turns green he’s gone.

The speed hits you like a train, knocking the breath out of your lungs. You feel like you’re floating for a second, you’re sure you’re not touching the seat anymore because what is this? What kind of feeling is this? Adrenaline? Surely that’s it. You can’t help but scream. The way he shifted gears so quickly and without flinching at that.. there’s just something about the whole situation that excites you. You can’t see it through his helmet but Sylus is smiling.

At the finish line he downshifts - as quickly as he upshifted earlier - and lifts the hand break, drifting the car in such a way that you feel like your whole world is going in slow motion. Your eyes are wide and you’re holding onto the security harness for dear life just as he comes to a full stop. “So?” He asks casually. “Take me somewhere… please.” You lift the visor, turning your head to the right to look at him and sees how blown your pupils are.. you’re horny and he knows that. He laughs. He fucking laughs. “Oh kitten, not used to the adrenaline, are you?”

That is exactly how you found yourself in this position, straddling his lap in an empty parking lot with his cock kissing your cervix so good you think you might say you love him.

“F-fuck, sy-” you moan, lips parting as you ride him. “Use me, kitten. Take what you need, that’s what I’m here for.” His hands grip your hips and his head is thrown back but his eyes are on you and he can’t help but thrust his hips up, hitting every sweet spot inside your tight little cunt. He’s already addicted, really. Your pussy’s sucking him in, milking him for all he’s worth and making his head spin in a way that’s got him almost drunk. He’s used to the adrenaline but he’d be damned if he knew that this would be your reaction to it- to the thrill of the speed. Nothing beats that. “Fuck, need to fuck your properly baby- c’mere.” He speaks, grabbing your thighs to pull you off of his cock for a second and spinning you around so your back is to his chest. In a matter of seconds you’re stuffed full again, head falling back against his shoulder as he pounds into you.

“Fucking hell- such a naughty little thing you are, fucking me on our first date? You’re such a slut, y’know that?” He coos, rubbing circles on your neglected clit as he continues his assault on your poor cunt. “Yes- your slut, please.” You’ve lost count on how many times you’ve cum already, but the tears falling from your eyes are a pretty good indicator of the overstimulation you’re experiencing. Yet, it’s so good you don’t want to stop. “Gonna cum f’me again, kitten?”

“Yesyesyesyes- please please, make me cum again.” You plea, your hand finding its way to his hair and you pull as a wave a pleasure rushes through your body, your orgasm hitting you hard. “Gooood, just like that- good girl.” He groans, hips stilling inside you as hot spurts of cum paint your insides white.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt 6

Bruce's eye twitched as he forced the well-worn grin on his face.

It was a subtle thing, one that Tim would have thought he had imagined if he didnt know better, but he did.

Across from the both of them was Vlad Masters, he was a tall man, taller than Tim but still shorter than Bruce, all of him screamed rich villian, that is other than the way the second Bruce made a comment off hand about the Gotham Knights football team.

It was then the cruel looking man melted away, and Vlad Masters devolved into a chattering 40 something that knows far too much about the Green Bay Packers.

"Oh if I could go back in time and see that touch down again I could die a happy man" Vlad said with a wistful looking smile on his face, eyes glazed over in memories before he seemed to snap out of it and shake his head, a light dusting of pink came across his cheeks, lighting up his papery skin.

"Ah...do please forgive me...I seem to have gotten a tad bit carried away..." Tim bit back a scoff as he leaned back into his chair, they had been talking for almost a full hour and nearly all of it was Vlad ranting.

Bruce let out a small chuckle that sounded fake even to Tim, "No worry Mister Masters! Perhaps next time the Knights go against the Packers we can share a box!"

Tim knew this was to help sell the whole 'Brucie' act, but he still couldn't keep the cringe on his face, "B? Um...the Knights are a minor leauge team they...ugh forget it." Rubbing at his eyes, Tim cut off the words that Masters looked ready to say, "What was it again that you asked for a meeting Mister Masters? Something about..."

Looking down to his tablet, Tim sent a check in timer, if Vlad was to strike it would be soon "some sort of collaboration? With your subsidiary Axion Labs?"

Masters seemed a little taken back from Tim's thinly vailed bluntness but pushed onward, "Of course, my dear employees at the labs have been working on an interesting new energy source! You see it's fully green and has a positive net energy production." He paused for a moment and a sneer like condescending grin got plastered on his face, "That is Mister Wayne, meaning it produces more energy then we put in it."

Bruce's eyes crinkled as his cheesy grin could only grew more, "Thank you! I was just about to ask, my dear boy Tim here is far better at understanding all that...wiggley wobbly science things!"

(Liar) Tim thought before sending Masters a bashful smile, "I know enough that what your saying is astounding to hear...why come to Wanye Enterprises with this?"

Masters grin was predatory as he spoke smoothly "Well~ Lex and I have a...bit of a history so I couldn't possibly be able to work this with him, Queen Industries are more biotechincal in nature, while WE is far more wide spread! Not only do you have a tech division, but also medical, defense and mechanical divisions!"

Things were clicking in Tims mind, Masters wanted to use WE to distribute, make them stake their own reputation for what Masters was peddling.

Bruce's persona was slipping slightly, his blue eyes steely as he looked Masters down, "We will need a working concept before we can press onward for anything else."

Masters kept the grin on for a second longer before it slipped, "Of course, I will go above that and even send my two top scientists here to demonstrate-"

He was cut off by a shrill ringing coming from Tim's tablet, making him wince as he rushed to imput the code for the check in timer, sending the man a small smile Tim spoke, "So sorry about that, I thought I put that on silent...but do look at the time Bruce, We have a meeting with Lucius in twenty minutes, did you get those slides done?"

Sending Bruce a sideways glance, Tim watched as the man stiffened but shook his head, "I did not. I am sorry Vladdie, but we will have to cut this short, I am sure you know how many meetings it takes to run a company...but please, do meet with Maddie my receptionist to schedule those scientists of yours to come over yes?"

Tim could have sworn he saw a blood vessel pop as Masters hissed a little before he gave a terse nod, "Of course...Maddie you said? Yes...I do think I will speak to her." The man seemed to calm rapidly at the name, and seemed to almost float out of the meeting room.

---

Bruce let his persona fall the same time his head fell into his hands, the heels of his palms rubbing at his eyes.

There was silence in the meeting room, he could hear Tim's fingers pattering against the tempered glass of his tablet, and the soft chatter of the office from the outside and the ever faint sound of wind whipping around the high rise tower.

Picking his head up, he looked to Tim, doing a few hand motions, "DO. BUG. SWEEP" Getting a nod in response, Bruce went over the meeting.

Something was definitely strange about Masters, he was only 48 and yet fully gray, his skin was waxy and looked translucent, deathly pale, he had a cain but didn't have a limp.

Not to mention a seemingly tense history with Lex Luthor, to the point he would seek out WE instead of Lex for his seemingly miracle energy source and-

"Clear B, not a bug in place. "

"Hn" Bruce grunted in response, trying to get his brain back on track.

The energy source was another thing that was sticking out to Bruce, it sounded far too good to be true, it broke the laws of physics to-

"Bruce? What do you think of him? Suspect or...?" Tim spoke again, and Bruce let out a small sigh, his deductions would have to wait till later.

"I think we will need to monitor him closely, I have Drs Fentons are his lead researchers..."

---

Scrunching up his face, Danny stuffed his face into his elbow before sneezing thrice, groaning for a moment before he straightened up, rubbing at his nose, the Halfa came over to the sink in the kitchen of the Diner.

It was his second day as an over night chef and he was honestly having fun? Like cooking is so much cooler when the food wasn't actively reanimated and trying to kill him.

The diner was at a new place, now it was on the old rail ways that ran through Park Row, or how the people that lived there called it Crime Alley.

He had been nervous at first, because he had felt the familiar shiver of entering another beings haunt, but thankfully the diner was stationed just out of the haunts bounds.

Biting back a little yawn, Danny flipped a page in Lunch Ladys, only to see the recipe shift and change, going from a tuna casserole to one for a classic chili.

Blinking a few times at the book, he sighed, "Well alright then." Taking note of the ingredients, Danny drummed his fingers in the book, it was obviously more than just a simple cook book, with it, you know, actually shifting and changing each page.

Shaking his head, Danny straightened up and stopped leaning over the counter, "So...Spooktastical Chili? No that sounds dumb...Cursed Cauldron Chili? Closer..." thinking out loud, Danny set a massive pot over the stove, flipping the flame on as he work shopped cheesy names for his new dish.

---

Jason had an itch.

The kind that just wouldn't go away no matter how hard you scratched at it.

The problem he couldn't get even a second of relief since the itch was in his chest, right dab in the middle.

Rubbing at it as he groaned, Jason rolled off his bed and stood, it was late, he had finished patrol an hour ago and he just...

Felt the itch to do something, to go see something that was just right out of reach.

Sighing as he stumbled around his room, grabbing discarded jeans and an old hoodie with the arms cut off, slipping them on as he left the small bedroom of the safe house.

Stopping in the tiny kitchen, Jason did his best Bat glare (tm) at the empty refrigerator, letting out a grumble as he slammed the door closed.

"Fuckin...shit." flipping the cabinet doors open he glared at the small tub of mostly empty peanut butter and sleeve of crackers that were clearly ripped into by a rat.

"Fuckity fuck fuck..." sure there were spices, so many spices, but he wanted to eat, not cook, Alfred had spoiled that feeling into him through many years.

Slamming them closed as well, Jason growled as he stomped over to his boots, toeing them on before he stormed out of his safe house, fumbling with his keys to lock it behind him.

And with that he set out on the Alley, letting his feet carry him through the streets, he waved at some of the friendlier working girls and boys, but kept walking.

It took a moment for him to realize where he was going, to that little mom and pop diner that closed years ago, they used to give him left overs when he was still one of the dirty street rats trying to live...

"Since fucking when did the lights in that place turn on?" Stopping outside of what he had thought was a clossed down diner, Jason squinted at the banner stretched above the doorway.

"Big C's diner? No...old guys name was like Tony, so ain't their kids that wanted to take over..."

Before Jason could stop himself, his hand was already around the door handle, and he was pulling it open.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

what about Valentino, Vox and maybe Stolas when their card declines on a date,yk those couple of gut wrenching awkward seconds before their s/o nervously offers to pay. Thank you in advance if you take this up <3

Wait, what?!

Valentino

"I'm sorry sir, your card declined."

Val sat there for several moments, mind taking a minute as he'd never actually heard those words in that order directed at him.

Turning away from you, he'd stare at the server, the feline demon patiently standing there.

Val sat there for another minute, comprehending the utter fucking audacity of a bitch.

"Your fucking with me right?"

He asked, genuinely giving her a chance to back peddle.

When she just kept standing there, Val jumped to his feet, scowl flaring crossing his features.

"Bitch, I dont need a fucking card, I own the fucking building!" He screamed at her, the girl stumbling back.

He'd go off, snarling at the girl for disrupting your date night, and for something so fucking stupid.

By the end of his rant the restaurant owner had come out, trying to mediate the situation.

He'd chewing him out, asking what kind of incompetent shitheads he hired.

As he did, you'd approach, placing a hand on him. He'd spin around, prepared to snarl at someone, but quickly backed down, shoulders slumping.

You'd take his hand in your own, leading him back to your table, sitting down.

You'd sit in silence for a little while, the restaurant popping up with some 'Complementary Desserts', the two of you eating in silence before he sighed, taking your hand into his.

"I'm sorry for blowing up like that in front of you." He spoke softly.

He was always sure to keep a certain image for you. He did a lot of bad things, far more then even you knew about, as such he did his best to keep a certain image in your eyes.

And loosing his cool and screaming at some girl wasn't helping said Image.

You sighed, smiling as you squeezed his hand.

"It's alright, I'd probably lose my cool too if my employees asked me something like that."

Val chuckled at that, leaning in to kiss your hand.

"I could apologise to her if you'd like?" He asked softly.

To which you'd laugh, scoffing as you waved him off. "Please, as if. That dumb bitch asked you for a credit card in your own club."

At that Val broke into laughter, getting up and stantching you up, kissing you deeply as he carried you out of the restaurant, the two of you only kissing deeper as you left the restaurant, your kissing only getting more heated as you made it to your Limo.

Vox

The night had been set up so perfectly.

He'd gotten a reservation at an extremely classy joint, but not too classy. He wanted it to be like 'yeah, I've got a shit tone of money, but we can still talk without people glaring at us'. That kinda fancy.

So there you were, at the end of an incredible meal, the two of you dining on some very tasty deserts when Vox had given his card, a Luxury very few in Hell had, to pay for your meal.

And as the server came back, the man expecting to be given his card back, instead the server leaned in, speaking those simple words.

"I'm sorry sir, your card was declined."

The Television headed Demon froze, screen glitching as he processed what the actual Hell they'd just said.

Vox turned to the server, staring at them for several moments before he got up, grabbing the server before getting up, and spinning them around, growling at him what the fuck he meant.

He fucking dragged the server away, getting the fucking manager, the two having an exceptionally unsubtle screaming match in the kitchen at the insult to him, Vox, fucking King Teck of Hell, having his fucking card brought back.

After some apologetic words from the manager and getting your meal comped, he'd return.

He'd act as though nothing happened, the man acting all cool and composed, while you just went along with it, finishing your deserts.

And despite the incident, you'd go on to have a lovely night, the man taking you back to his place where you ended the night on a spectacular note.

You had tea, and suggled on a couch and just shared some wholesome intimacy.

Stolas

The night was going incredibly.

You'd been enjoying your meal, talking and laughing, telling stories and jokes, it felt like the science block of a highschool, cause you had chemistry.

The night was going so well, that he was barely aware when he paid the bill, the man in the middle of a hilarious story when the server came back.

"Your card was declined."

He spoke bluntly, with no tact whatsoever.

Stolas froze, head snapping up at him, a frown quickly crossing his face as he stared at the server, the man simply staring back, hand extended, clearly expecting payment.

And so, without missing a beat, Stolas raised his hand, still with a frown, he'd wave his hand, a portal about the size of a dinner plate appearing besides him, before he simply reached in, before pulling out a sack, dropping it before him, the sack opening to reveal a small stack of golden coins.

Pulling out a few he dropped them into there servers hand, telling him bluntly.

"For the bill. No tip."

The server, grumbling to himself, turned and left, the man growling all the way.

Clearing his throat, he'd adjust his attire before turning back to you, finishing his story.

You'd go on to have another desert, Stolas paying with gold, expecting full change.

Which he'd get, with a saide of stink eye from the man.

After the desert and another glass of wine, you'd head back to his, and after another bottle of wine, you'd end up sleeping together.

No, not sex. You'd curl up on one of Stolas' more comfortable couches, the big owl man holding you close, the events of the night long gone from your mind as you slept the night away, comfy and happy in his embrace.

[seungfl0wer]

Hyunjin As Your Boyfriend

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Contains Smut🩷

Small note, hyunjin is really just- coming for me lately. So I needed this more than I knew lol

-🩵

•The hopeless romantic.

•He’s thinking of the best. Date ideas.

•They’re so thought out, so unique and cute-

•Takes you two to the beach for a beautiful picnic.

•Movie nights laying on your bed with a projected on the ceiling so y’all can cuddle.

•Plans cute painting dates.

•Speaking of paintings.

•Has so many doodles, drawings ext that are of you or things that make him think of you.

•Your first date? It’s a painting.

•That one picture he just melts seeing.

•It’s a cute little doodle he keeps in his phone case.

•Loves writings you little notes that you can put in your phone case.

•Loves telling others “that’s my partner”

•Gush’s about you a lot.

•Especially to the members.

•Which he always likes to tease you about them.

•”Ah- y/n why are you talking to innie? I’m right here? Your handsome boyfriend”

•And when you give any of them a hug.

•Mans whining “Right infront of me? How could you. We need to go home and change your clothes of his dirty touch”

•All in good teasing, makes you laugh, makes the members laugh.

•Sits and judges people with you.

•Like you don’t like someone?

•He’s picking up the same vibes but it’s plastered on his face.

•Random dance battles.

•Ending in you both on the floor laughing at each other.

•He’ll do the little “ew” thing to you when you ask for a kiss cause you pout and he just loves that.

•”Ew we can’t kiss! I have a partner”

•Likes to take you traveling with him especially to fashion shows.

•You’re always his plus one for anything.

•Tells you all the time “you should model you’re stunning”

•Ugh and this mans complimenting you so much.

•”My partner is just amazing, they look so pretty, they’re so stunning”

•Tries to learn about stuff you like so you both can do it.

•You like Knitting? He’s learning it.

•You like to play a certain game? He’s trying it out too.

•He gets the big sad when he’s away.

•Literally thinks he’s gonna die.

•Calls you from his room saying “I can’t go on my babies not here with me, it’s been 6 years”

•Dramatic man.

•Sends you so many dumb (cute) little videos.

•Also sends you so many pictures.

•So. Many. Pictures.

•Also listen- yall getting matching jewelry.

•Because he’ll be on tour and see these cute bracelets and need to get them for the both of you.

•He’s a really good gift giver too.

•Not that you want him too, and no matter how much you protest.

•He finds the most you gift. Like it’s scary.

•Overall this man is such a hopeless romantic.

•Be ready to be treated like a god.

•Cause honestly that’s how he views you.

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•He’s just as romantic in the bedroom.

•Does the whole rose peddles to the bed.

•Candles, good music ext.

•His favorite way of fucking you is anyway he can see your face.

•He just wants to be able to kiss you.

•Hands frantically touching your body.

•Also think he’s very vocal. Not so much talking.

•More of he has his head in your neck moaning and groaning.

•Is definitely leaving marks on you. Thinks they’re pretty.

•Im a firm believer that he loves when you ride him facing him.

•He can hold onto tightly, hands running all over you.

•Both of your faces contorting in pleasure.

•Likes when you suck or bite his neck.

•Honestly probably likes when you choke him. Not hard but just enough.

•If he does talk it’s him whimpering about how good you feel or how good you’re doing.

•If you got tittie he sucking them. Feel like he’s a tittie kinda guy.

•Man also really enjoys shower sex.

•It’s just so so intimate.

•And this. This is the most loving kind of sex.

•It’s normally when he is really needy and just wants you.

•The feeling of the warm water while he fucks you makes him cum so fast.

•He just loves loves it.

•Aftercare with him is a lot of loving words.

•Cuddling on the bed as he pushes his hair out of your face.

•Telling you how much he loves you.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵