#moes body shop

[jabberbonk]

Big cheesin’

[sleep-0-deprived]

They don’t love you like I do

Yandere vampire x male reader

Yandere vampire who kidnapped you and takes you to his old castle and worships you like a god and does anything to please you. Yandere vampire who buys you the finest clothes and anything you want.

Yandere vampire who makes you start to fall in love with him over time and listens to you rant and vent and always comforts you while kissing and hugging you to “help all your problems go away”

Yandere vampire who starts slowly making romantic gestures until you share them back. Yandere vampire who kills anyone who ever hurt you because you “deserve better”

Yandere vampire who fucks you for the first time in his bed while praising and worshipping your body saying like “your so perfect” while he kisses and bites you from head to toe

Yandere vampire who is obsessed with drinking your blood from your thighs and chest while watching you moan and groan in pleasure.

Yandere vampire who fucks you like there is no tomorrow while milking your prostate over and over while biting your neck and overstimulating you until it hurts to cum anymore but he continues event after your legs go numb and start shaking.

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

JuJutsu Kaisen Headcanons: Getting Heated

Warnings: NSFW, suggestive, Gojo

A/N: Ok surprise I said I would only do Genshin and COD headcanons but I decided to do JJK as well since I'm in my JJK brainrot era too

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: 18+ ONLY!! MDNI!!! :･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

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Gojo:

I feel like he's the type to beg 

You two are making out on bed

You're almost pulled into his lap

He starts to get handsy and kisses right below your ear

"Baby, I want more. Can we do it? Please?"

His voice is so breathy and he's practically whining

“C’mon, baby.” Gojo breathed, his tongue running up the length of your neck. “Just let me-"

“Gojo-" 

It wasn't easy to ignore him. His tongue, his lips, his whimpering. It sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but lean into him. He let out a small whimper that was almost too quiet to hear. “Let me taste you. Please.”

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Geto:

He can’t help it

He loves how you feel, sitting on his lap as he lounges back and has meaningless conversations with you

You’re just so cute and so… talkative

He wants to shut you up. Be more productive

His hand slowly travels up your thigh

He starts placing kisses along your neck

And you just keep talking

Geto's hand reached up, wrapping around your neck. He pulled you gently backwards until your back hit his chest. “Stop talking.”

His free hand traveled up your shirt, his fingers squeezing and kneading your soft skin. You stuttered as you tried to keep focus. It was no use. He had you wrapped around his finger. 

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Nanami:

Yes, we all have the same idea in mind

Nanami coming home from a hard day and looking for stress relief

His perfect little partner is right there, excited to welcome their man home

You can see the look in his eyes

How hungry he is

So you obviously do your best to get rid of his stress

Nanami let out a breath as your hands traveled down his bare chest. Your lips pressed against his smooth skin. You could feel his heartbeat, how his breath hitched with every movement. You loved making him like this.

"You're so good to me, precious." He murmured. He ran his hands through your hair. "You just love treating me, don't you?"

You hummed happily. Your hands made it to the buttons of his pants. "You know I only aim to please."

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Choso:

I bet he's surprisingly shy

The type to try and initiate stuff, but he doesn't know how 

Choso always has a telltale sign: tugging on your sleeve

It's kinda gap moe and totally cute

You'll just be cuddling together and suddenly you feel a little tug

You shifted as Choso tugged on your sleeve, pulling you closer to him. Your eyes stayed glued to the TV, but your hands slowly wandered over to him. You could feel him let out a breath as he leaned closer. He whispered your name.

"Baby…" You looked over at him and smirked. "What do you need?"

"You."

"Come here."

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Toji:

This man is horny

Like, endless stamina 

Hungry, hungry man

It doesn't matter where you are

He's trying to feel you up even in the aisle of the grocery store

Please spray him in the face

"Toji, touch my ass one more time and-"

"And you'll let me hit it?"

You smacked his arm. "Don't be vulgar!"

He laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist as you pushed the shopping cart down the frozen food aisle. You so wished that a gun was pressing against your lower back and not him. Toji smirked as you tensed up. He kissed your neck.

"Just a quickie."

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Sukuna:

deep breath

AAAAAAAAAAA

He doesn't ask for it

He demands it

I'm talking Heian era Sukuna

Grabbing you, tearing your clothes

Ruthless

"Look at you." Sukuna's voice was deep, making your whole body vibrate. "Already so eager for me."

You tried looking away. He wasn't having it. With a firm grip on your chin, he forced your gaze back to him. His other hands were busy trying to expose every single part of you. 

"Don't look away. You're mine, remember? Keep your eyes on me."

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Shiu Kong:

I have a thing for him

He seems pathetic but also really confident

You'll be sitting next to him in a bar

His hand is on your thigh

Going higher… higher… and suddenly

You're in the bar bathroom

"C'mon, doll. Be good for me." He whispered, smoke grazing your ear after he took a puff of his cigarette. 

You were bent over the bathroom sink. His hands were unbuttoning your shirt. They were slightly shaky as if he was desperate to have you. You push your hips back into him and he let out a groan.

"Cheeky little thing, hm?"

(I can't find a gif for naoya sorr)

Naoya:

Don't judge me

I saw really hot fanart of him and something snapped

We all have our moments 

Anyway, I feel like he's a tease

He'll make you work for it

Work for him

And then he'll finally give you what you want

Naoya smirked down at you. You looked so cute, so pathetic trying to fumble with his belt. Just one simple kiss after he got home from a trip and you're already on your knees, just begging to please him. He loved it.

"Look at how needy you are. Do you really want me that bad?"

You nodded. You couldn't even speak. Your eyes lit up as you finally undo his belt.

He chuckled. "Go ahead. Please me."

[livwritesstuff]

Mid-bath, I realised that Eddie and Steve had daughters during Lush’s peak popularity with the bathbombs and bubble bars, the themed releases (especially for Halloween). How did that go?

omg as a mid-2010s adolescent who *loved* watching lush hauls (Zoella's specifically and that's someone I hadn't thought about in a bazillion years), I cannot believe I didn't think of this sooner

Okay, but I see your Lush, and I raise you this:

The mall closest to their town in Massachusetts (the epic Natick Mall for any fellow New Englanders) just so happens to separate the Lush and the Bath and Body Works by just two (2) stores.

Add a Yankee Candle to that shit and you’ve got a brand new circle of hell – that’s Eddie’s opinion anyways, and he’d be the one to know given how Steve pulls the migraine card every time the girls lobby for a trip to the mall.

Like most adolescent girls in the mid-2010s, Moe, Robbie, and Hazel love Lush and they love Bath and Body works, so it’s a given that they’ll be building time for both into their mall adventure.

For Eddie, it’s his least favorite part of an already not-so-enjoyable experience, because, yeah, one of those bath bombs or whatever might smell nice on its own, but a hundred thousand of the fuckers crammed into a store with less square footage than the entryway of his and Steve’s house…that’s gotta be some form of prison torture (and if it’s not, it should be).

Eventually, Eddie just sets them loose for that portion of their shopping trip, which Steve might not necessarily approve of (but what Steve doesn’t know can’t hurt him, and those two stores back to back definitely would hurt Eddie).

“Do not lose Hazel,” he tells Robbie and Moe, deadly serious even though Hazel is almost ten and the risk of losing her in a real way is getting slimmer and slimmer, “If you are not walking into the bookstore in exactly thirty minutes, I will send a mall cop in to bring you to me the long way. Through the food court where all the kids from your school will be. Capiche?”

The system works – the girls get to spend their dads’ money on over-scented garbage and Eddie gets to retain his sense of smell and his sanity – but it’s only half the battle. The second half takes place at home, in the upstairs bathroom that all three girls share.

“Hazel!,” they hear Moe yell, “That one was mine!”

Steve shoots Eddie a look, as if to say that’s all you, man.

“C’mon, Stevie,” he protests, “I broke up the last one about the stupid hand sanitizers.”

“Nope. You facilitated buying them that shit. You can deal with it.”

Right on cue, they hear Hazel upstairs start to cry. Eddie groans, gets to his feet, and heads upstairs.

Indeed, Hazel is sobbing, because she almost always is these days (Steve and Eddie secretly joke that she’d never cried as a baby because she was stock-piling it all for her elementary-school days), and wrapped in an elephant towel (there’s a hood with ears and everything; it’s very cute). Moe is holding a half-dissolved bath bomb that she’d clearly just fished out of the bathtub and wearing an unreasonably irate expression for what is ultimately just a glorified ball of baking soda and citric acid (Eddie looked it up).

“Dad – Hazel’s using my bath bomb.”

“It’s not yours!” Hazel hiccups.

Eddie squints at the deformed mess fizzing in Moe’s hand.

“I gotta side with Hazy here, Moe. I mean – c’mon. Did you actually want a Santa Claus-shaped bath bomb? Really?”

“Yeah,” she insists, “It’s limited edition, Dad. For the holiday collection.”

Eddie lets out a long sigh.

“Okay,” he says, “You guys are keeping this shit in your own rooms. Starting now.”

[angelic-cosm]

Jadie Hla Nwe Moe 🩰

2005-2024

Cause of Death: Complications of Anorexia Nervosa

Developmental Regression Range: 4-5 years old

Support Needs: Limited Mobility, Selective Mutism, Trouble Regulating Basic Bodily Systems

Jadie was a hyper competitive gymnast and ballerina in life. She had potential to go pro in both, however was more keen on having a career in ballet.

Her family was extremely toxic. But where Rhea's parents were uninvolved, Jadie was smothered by an overbearing, enmeshed mother. She put Jadie up on a pedestal one moment, telling her how slim and beautiful and graceful and talented she was, just to tear her down the next. Jadie was never truly good enough. The pressure of trying to chase the approval of her mother, her toxic coaches, and the hypercompetitive gymnast and dance world eventually lead her to developing an eating disorder.

I won't go into detail, but I will say that Jadie tried many, many times to recover. However, she passed away shortly after her 19th birthday from chronic health complications brought on by the ED.

Jadie arrived rather unceremoniously to the hotel. Lucifer found her one evening sitting in front of the fireplace in the lobby. The poor girl was so cold that she was literally sticking her hands and face in the fire, yet wasn't burning.

Jadie is a solid piece of jade stone. She's as beautiful as a carved Greco-Roman statue. Her hair, her eyes, her lips, her hands, only move because she wills them to. As with any natural stone, she has natural variation to her skin tone; some parts are nearly pure white, while others are a deep mint green.

She is 300 lbs of densely packed rock in a petite frame. She moves slowly, but is not in pain. She often needs walking breaks, so her stroller and adapted shopping carts are a necessity. The stone of her body audibly grinds against itself with every movement; her legs walking, her eyes shifting, even her stomach digesting food.

Jadie cannot regulate her body heat, and relies on cozy clothes, heating pads, heating lamps, and snuggles to stay comfortable. When she gets too cold, she lets out a heartbreaking cry and it takes a while to get her to warm up/calm down. She cannot recognize when she needs to eat, drink, sleep, or use the bathroom. Because of this, her main caregiver Angel Dust keeps her on a strict care schedule.

Jadie's personality is calm but content. She loves the hotel. She loves the caregivers. She doesn't speak, but follows directions very well (Charlie gives her the "Best Listener Award" every week in nursery school). She doesn't attempt to communicate, although she is very bright and in tune with what's going on around her. Her favorite toys are cars, and her favorite games are Candy Land and Duck Duck Goose. She loves the Barbie movies (animated and live action). Rhea keeps trying to fight her, but Jadie always wins. Rhea will get on top of the couch to pounce on Jadie, and Jadie just throws her across the room and goes back to playing. It's weird as hell and Vaggie can't figure out 1) what Rhea's deal is, and 2) how a baby of HERS is so bad at fighting. Seriously. Rhea can't even get a hit in but keeps going back for more.

[muraseclinic]

please just break me. beat me until i'm vomiting blood, cut me and make me cut myself, slit my wrists and drain my life away, bash my ugly fucking face in and shatter my skull - do whatever you please with me, as long as you make sure i'm never happy again. that for as long as you allow me to live i can never forget again how pathetic and unlovable and undeserving of life i am. tell me all about how worthless and unusable i am, how pretty real girls are and how badly i need to die for what i am. how i'll never be like them no matter what i do, how disgusting i am and always will be. crack my skull open if that's what it takes to make me understand that i'm only getting what i deserve for being this, that you're doing me and the rest of the world a favor by taking care of such a burden. nothing more than a blight on an otherwise beautiful world, one that just needs to be destroyed for the sake of everyone else. make me hopeless, show me that there's no point in trying to get better or live a good life, because there's no such thing as a good life for things like me. make me utterly repusled by the idea of myself happy. and when i finally get it through my skull how badly i deserve to die, how it's the only thing left for me, dangle it in front of me for your entertainment. force me to live in constant misery and torture, beating me just to the edge of release from all the pain i've felt and caused over my pathetic life, just to yank me back up out of the pit i've waited so long to finally hit the bottom of. laugh at the notion that i could ever deserve a life or a death. i could only ever be useful to anyone as a worthless little object to break and cut and kick and crack and stab and crush and bleed out. no love. why would i be loved? i'm so much less than a person anyway

.. oh wow !!✨≽^•༚• ྀི��� this anon sure is desperate !

but i'd loveeeee to break you . beat you and fuck you because that's all you're good for !! anon thinks it's a real girl? no „ you’re not even a person ^^ the only thing you are is an object for my amusement „ something for me to play with and make cry when i want to.

i’d do whatever i want with you ,, destroy you because it’s what you deserve for being such a burden on the rest of society by simply being alive. i’d make you mutilate yourself for me ,, use your dirty body for my own needs ,, make you swallow blades or use you as my ashtray ~ ᥫ᭡

nobody could ever love a filthy ,, pathetic creature like you anyways.

you're worthless ,, something to be beaten and burned and broken. try and let others fool you all you want ,, we both know you’re a disgusting toy - you’ll never be good enough ,, you don’t deserve to be happy ,, and you don’t deserve to live .. but that doesn’t mean i’ll let you die <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)>

i’ll strip away every last semblance of dignity you have left until you’re begging me to kill you ,, and then i’ll laugh in your face and leave you to rot ,, alive ,, because the only thing that you deserve is a life of me dangling death over your head like a carrot to a pig.

[ also if any one of you have dm’d me and i havent responded, be patient for me, kay? ( • ̀ω•́ )✧ ,, asks are open !! ]

[newkatzkafe2023]

@lara-legomonkiekid

What if Y/N acted like Homer Simpson?

Good Lord😳😳😳

(Lmk Wukong) I don't think it was a ever good idea for you to the meet in the first place. He met you at pigsy's noodle shop where everyone was Stairing at you as you ate what seems to be 28 bowls of noodles And then you went to order another one. That was the final straw which got you kicked out

Monkey (Y/N): I paid for those noodles and they should let me finish eating them!!!😠

Wukong got a closer look at you And saw that you were a female monkey a yellow plus size one. Which was oddly cute for you you had a white sundress on and some blue boots. Wukong found himself blushing at your appearance And continue to quietly observe you until your attention turned to him.

Monkey (Y/N): Hey Sunflower wanna go to Moe's with Me my treat😘😘😘

Soft and bold I guess one drink with you wouldn't hurt

(NR Wukong) He was just strolling Bye until somebody flew out of a bar window. Would scared the crap out of him he done red inside to see What was the commotion Just so he can see a bunch of unconscious bodies and this

A chubby yellow female monkey strangling a random demon. That just raises so many questions by itself but he just Waited until you were done

Monkey (Y/N) I'll teach you to waste beer Especially my beer 🍺 🤬🤬🤬🤬

He didn't know what to make of this. But he found you to be cute. As soon as you were done, you will stomp out of the bar going next door to a dumpling shop And begin to eat your emotions he quietly followed you and asked if you were ok. She turned to look at him with soy sauce dripping down her lip

Monkey (Y/N) never better Cutie😁😋

You were the cutest chubby puzzle he's ever seen and he's gonna solve you whether you like it or not.

(Mk Reborn Wukong) He fighting some more demon again but he was alone. He saw a chubby female monkey laying watse to the group of demons herself.

His jaw was touching the floor. He never seen anybody that big moves so fast. But when he stiff the air for a minute he smelled booze??? Wait your fight like this and your drunk?! He hates to admit it but that's impressive. After your mini Massacre you pull out what appears to be some noodle like what??? When you turn to him and ask where you can get some beer, He has never been so confused in his life.

(HIB Wukong) Ok you guys actually go way back. You met eating peaches together before he challenged Buddha and got seal under the mountain. When Liuer released him to he said he would help if the went to fine you. He wasn't even sure if you were around anymore until he saw a familiar yellow figure eating peaches in the Distance. As usual you were always eating something until he made his presence known to you. When you turn, there was tears rolling down your eyes as you ran up to him and embraced him in a Hawk. Telling him that you miss him very much It have so much to catch up on. But first he has to introduce you to Liuer.

(Netflix Wukong) when he first came to be you took it Initiative to take care of him. You freakin hated how the other monkeys treated him. So you took him right under your wing. You made sure he was happy healthy and safe and Patched up his Bruises when he gets into tussles with other demons. You were incredibly worried about him Well he was starting A battle with the jade emperor and the dragon king. But you felt that he would be just fine but When you heard that he was going to be sealed under the mountain for 500 years you decided to Pack your supplies and be sealed under there with him. Just so he's not alone for a long time You have no Idea how much he loves you huh? From The very beginning you were there for him at his Worse and you were there for him at his best Safe to say he was made just for you.

Feel Free to Reblog😇👍

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Hi Slug! If you've listened to the full songs in the new EP, have your opinions of the trailers changed? Also, the new dramas are HEAVY, so if you've listened to them, I'm curious to know what you thought of them. As always, thanks for the translations!

I like listening to Hypmic music on shuffle during workouts, so I've most of the new songs in full by now. I don't think my opinions have changed majorly. I really enjoy Black and White, and Move Your Body Till You Die is a phenomenal work of art.

As for the drama tracks... truth be told, I haven't even listened to the one that came out in April, so I'll read through some TLs now and record thoughts below the cut:

No One Lives Forever, translation courtesy of shinseimcd on Twitter

"Anti-Party of Words faction" Huh, like a government faction? I'm surprised the PoW allows other political parties or at the very least open dissenters. There was talk in some chapters of the manga of them punishing protesters, not to mention the way they crushed the TDD rebellion in its primacy. Either way, interesting, and I hope we learn more about this as time goes on.

Ichijiku and Nemu baking together is really cute lol

I love the way Ichijiku's whole personality shifts around Otome. Gap moe (????)

It's a cool tidbit that Nemu tends to prefer plainer outfits, as that tracks with how she dresses in TDD. Also, Nemu and Ichijiku shopping together is kind of bittersweet, since Ichijiku is clearly using Nemu as a replacement figure for her deceased sister...

Ichijiku secretly wanting to fall on the cute side of the cute/elegant spectrum is a pretty classic trope but a fun detail that's been hinted at already, since we've seen that she keeps a bow collection.

??? Rei's lab is on Battleship Island? Ohhhhhhhhh this is why Twitter was blowing up with controversy right after this track released... The IRL Battleship Island was home to forced labor of Korean and Chinese citizens during the twentieth-century push of Japanese imperialism which was later, iirc, denied in part or totally by the Japanese government to immense international backlash. Using this as a setpiece for Hypmic is oddly provocative, and I can't think why the writers would want to do that. On a much lighter note, this is also a headscratcher to me because isn't this a UNESCO World Heritage Site? The whole point of that is conservation, and I don't think building a clone lab counts as conservation... Unless they're implying the clone lab was built prior to the 1950s? Hm. Let's not go down this rabbit hole.

"I would like all of the True Hypnosis Mics. As well as all the Amemura clones." Oh? Are there more still alive? I thought Honobono ordered the death of the last remaining three... Well, that scraps a piece of writing I was working on LOL

"Your biometric data is required to access the mic storage facility" So how did the PoW get in?

Her? Heart stop beating? Oh for fuck's sake, is Rei's wife also in a coma? How many fucking characters are in a coma in this series... Whichever mfer invents a device that restores people from comas with no significant brain damage will make a fortune in this universe

"And I won't try anything funny." I do not believe this for one instant

Hmm, the framing of Otome planning this and the way she brushed past talk of countermeasures for the anti-PoW faction implies that Rei is heading this faction.

Oh, so they couldn't get past the biometric locks after all, I see.

I strongly dislike the idea of thirty clones for thirty mics and the nonchalance in which Rei goes, "Yeah, I'll ship them off to Chuuouku" like they're a parcel and not human beings, but that's my personal bone to pick w/ this character and setting.

I was intrigued by the notion of the PoW holding caucuses, implying there's some sort of democratic process in terms of choosing their own party members or positions, but the JPN audio doesn't specify that exactly.

"We no longer require the cooperation of Jakurai Jinguji." I know that this took like four years in real time, but in terms of the Hypmic universe... I mean, Jakurai didn't even do anything for them, did he? He went through all that moral dilemma for nothing, as far as I can tell. (I get that it sets up the reconciliation with Ramuda, but that's it? Seriously?) That's disappointing to roll it back so quickly.

"During the Division Rap Battle, the people of our nation will be focused on the tournament, giving us the opportunity to use the True Hypnosis Mics to mind hack the Anti-Party of Words faction who stand in our way, ultimately pulling them over to our side." Otome always has the most batshit plans. God bless. A consequence of her needing to drive the plot forward is that she'll say some of the truly silliest things I've ever heard. What a complete misappropriation of government funds lol. Also... is this stating there are only 30 dissidents (????), or can the True Hypmics brainwash more than one person at a time?

"Once that is complete, we will move on to other countries. And when we have taken over the world, then, in the true sense of the word, peace through the power of words will be achieved." LMAO? I'm sorry, this isn't very considerate of me, but in my initial impressions of this, I am well and truly gobsmacked. What in the actual fuck. How many clones will die for this? How much money will it cost? How does she think she stands any chance at governing so many people across such an area, even with a downsized population after WWIII? Homie... Never change, Hypmic, you are the wildest.

I can't believe Ichijiku is so whipped she's willing to go along with an absolutely nonsensical plan for world domination. Ma'am, Otome is not going to fuck you, and even if she is, it's not worth it! Ma'am!!! I'm sorry, I'm being petty and not giving this a lot of in-depth thought but LORD this is a trip on first read.

A FUCKING CLONE UPRISING AT THE HANDS OF REI? HAHAHAHAHA.

"World domination, huh, what a joke." Man after my own heart.

I'm actually quite interested in how this "mics are disabled forever" thing works. I guess the mics have a kill switch in them? I vaguely recall someone saying that in the manga years and years ago... Oh yeah, it was Ramuda in TDD 12. Huh, interesting if that was intentional foreshadowing (I'm not sure if I want to be that charitable). At any rate, can't everyone in the room just get new mics? Or does it affect their speakers and such too? I'm curious how that works, like if you build an affinity with a certain mic or some nonsense.

"looks like we won't be having any Division Rap Battles from here on out." Ah, and this is why the other half of Twitter was up in arms like "No more DRB??? End of Hypmic??" I guess.

The Block Party tracks are quite long, and since it's getting rather late for me, I'm going to leave off here for the moment. I'd like to continue this at my next available opportunity... WHAT a ride. Not sure when that will be, but I will add to this with a reblog when I can. And I know it's been months since this track came out, but I would love to hear other people's thoughts. I wasn't around much when it first launched, so I missed most of the commentary on it.

[bbyquokka]

when fantasies come true ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

🐿️: pairing: Han Jisung x F!reader

🐿️: genre: smut. 18- DNI

🐿️: synopsis: you learnt that Jisung is the well talked about hentai author – upon further inspection, you discovered another meaning behind his work

🐿️: warnings: smut, unprotected sex, Switch!Jisung, Switch!Reader, spit, choking, orgasm denial, pet names, creampie, nipple and breast play, blowjob, clit play, explicit language, humiliation, degrading, rope play, pussy eating, rutting, face-riding, squirting – if I missed any, lmk!

🐿️: words: 6.6k

🐿️: song rec – Superstar by Moe shop, Hentai Dude. it's where I got the idea from 🤭😳

🐿️: a/n: uh, yeah, i have no words for this. lmaoo. i didnt intend for it to go this way. my mind told me to so i said yes. its my first time writing something like this, so please lmk how it is!

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated as they help get my fics/blog out there. please let me know what you think, ty for the support and love as of lately! i hope y'all enjoy!

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 "Ji. What is all this?" You questioned, turning on your heels to look at your flustered boyfriend who was stood in the doorway of his home office. His mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, words stuck in his throat.

"It's nothing!" He suddenly blurted out, giving you the impression he has something to hide. You shuffled through loose pieces of paper on his desk, taking in what laid before your very eyes.

Sketches of breasts, vaginas, different sex positions and lewd faces in the style of anime art. you shuffled through the sketches, your eyes falling on a certain piece.

A couple performing sexual acts on each other, ranging from oral, fingering and of course, penetration. You brung the paper closer to your face, thinking that it looked familiar.

You looked at Jisung, pointing to the sketches in your hand.

"Is this.. Is this us?"

Jisung looked at the floor, ashamed and embarrassed. He nodded slowly, head hanging low as his weight shifted from one foot to the other.

"Yes." He all but whispered. You looked at the sketch again, this time, taking in the level of detail. It looked just like you. The details were immaculate. From the colour of your hair down to the finest details of your body that only jisung knows, it was obvious he had you in mind whilst sketching.

You continued to look through more sketches, your eyes skimming various text bubbles. You came across a sketch that looked familiar. It felt like you had experienced it or seen it. That's when you realised.

"Ji. Are these sketches of us doing sexual things we've already done before?" You questioned. Jisung nodded slowly again, unable to speak

"Are you also, the famous anonymous hentia artist that everyone has been talking about lately?" jisung swallowed, his gaze finally on you.

"How did-" He stopped himself when he looked at the sketch you were holding. A piece that was published in his recent hentai manga. He sighed before nodding slowly again.

"No way. You're actually them?!" Jisung rubbed the back of his neck, shifting his weight on either foot again.

A few months ago, talks around town were happening about this new hentai artist. They suddenly appeared from nowhere. Their work became popular very fast due to its explicit nature and that it wasn't like other hentai manga.

This manga, the protagonist was the one who was dominant. The one who would tie up their sub, tease them and deny them of their orgasms. People loved it. They wanted more and the more popular it got, the more people started to wonder who was behind the work.

The artist remained anonymous, which isn't too uncommon because of the nature of the work, leaving the readers to imagine and come up with theories. Many thought it could be a woman due to how the protagonist would be emotionally involved with their sub. Many thought it could be a middle aged man – because it's hentai and that's the stereotype around it.

You came across one of their works in the explicit section of your local bookstore. Jisung was there with you when you picked it up and flicked through it. It never occurred to you that that day, he was looking nervous, eyeing you and searching for any displeasure for his work.

All this time, you've been dating the artist responsible for all of it.

As you continued to look through his work, your mind boggled, your eyes fell on a certain piece. You picked it up, inspecting it closely. The protagonist - you, was Leng over their bound sub - Jisung. The sub had their wrists tied to the bedposts by rope, naked and waiting for their dom.

You looked at Jisung, walking closer to him. "I have a few questions, Ji." Jisung watched you, head tilting slightly.

"Why did you never tell me about this?" Jisung bit his lip softly.

"Because, I was scared it would scare you away. I draw explicit hentai. There is already a misconception around hentai that I didn't want to scare you off."

"How long have we been together, ji?" You questioned.

"One and a half years."

"And who got me into this type of stuff?"

"I did." Jisung mumbled.

"Exactly. so why would it scare me off. If anything, I'm impressed. I have a few of your books stashed away at home on my bookshelf. I read them and to be honest, they turn me on with how detailed they are."

Jisung blushed, his cheeks and tips of his ears turning a bright red.

"Thank you." He whispered, going shy at your words and relieved that you didn't think of him any less.

"Do you think of me when you draw?" You circled him slowly, eyeing his body up and down, smirking slightly. He nodded his head slowly, watching you.

"So, the protagonist is me, right? and the sub, is you." Jisung swallowed before nodding.

"So this-" You held up the sketch of the sub being bound by rope, to his face. "This is what you imagine. What you fantasize about, right?"

"Y-Yes." Jisung spluttered

"So all this time, I've been reading what you fantasize about. What your heart truly desires." You licked your lips as you stopped walking. You took his chin in your hand, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip slowly.

"Oh Ji. Whoever would have thought that you would love to be bound up and degraded. You really are a pervert." Your words sent shivers down Jisung's spine, little whines leaving his throat.

"How about we make those fantasies come true." Your eyes sparkled with mischief. Jisung swallowed, taking in deep breaths. The thought of you dominating him made his cock twitch in his pants.

"O-Okay." Jisung squeaked.

"Hmm." You tilted your head, eyes flickering from the sketch to a bound up Jisung. His hands are currently bound by black robe to the bedposts. He's naked, his erect cock standing proudly – just like his sketch. Little whimpers escaping his plump lips.

"Yup, this'll do!" you placed the paper on the bedside table, before standing at the side of the bed, looking down at your flustered boyfriend.

Jisung's eyes travelled down your body, checking out your curves. You stripped off everything but your sheer, lacy underwear. Your nipples teasing Jisung, your panties having little to no fabric it might as well be a thong at that point.

Little whimpers left Jisung's lips as he tugged at his restraints. You cooed at his pathetic actions, crawling onto the bed and between his legs. You licked your lips slowly as you approached his erect cock. You smirked, blowing cold air on the head causing Jisung to shiver and groan.

"Look at you, Ji. I haven't done anything to you and you're already this hard?" You scoffed, tapping your finger a few times against his tip, the soft wet sounds ringing in your ears as a thin string of pre cum connected your finger to Jisung's cock head.

Jisung caught his bottom lip in-between his teeth. His breathing slowly becoming laboured at your actions and words.

"So pathetic, Ji. Are you not ashamed of this?" You scoffed, your piercing eyes looking in Jisung's direction. Jisung swallowed, suddenly feeling intimidated by you.

"Yes, I am." He all but whispered. You tilted your head to the side before smirking. "You are? You're ashamed, baby boy? Ashamed that you're so hard from my words. Do you like it? Do you like being humiliated and degraded?"

Jisung swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut as his cock twitched at your words. You scoffed at the action, rolling your eyes.

"Of course you do, because you're a perv Jisung. You drew and published your fantasies for the whole world to see. How pathetic."

"P-Please. I didn't, I just wanted."

"What? What did you want? or rather, what do you want?" You crawled over to him, straddling his hips. Your clothed pussy hovering over his cock.

"Y-You."

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you clicked your tongue. You took his chin in your hand, rubbing the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip. Jisung clenched his jaw, his muscles tensing.

"Oh Ji. You have to be more specific." Your eyes bore into his own, your aura making Jisung feel small and powerless.

"D-Degrade me, humiliate me, fuck me. Just, do whatever you want to me because-'' You raised a brow, squinting your eyes at him.

"Because..?" you encouraged.

"Because I am yours and I belong to you. I fantasize about you dominating me on a daily basis. It's so pathetic, I know but it gets so painful when I think of all the things I want you to do to me." Jisung blurted out. His sudden confession made you soften at his words, forgetting that you're the one in charge

You let out a menacing laugh, squeezing his cheeks together in your small hands. you leant over him, looking him dead in the eyes

"You really are a pervert, Han Jisung." Jisung whimpered and nodded the best he could

"I am. I'm a filthy pervert."

"Who owns you?" You growled.

"Y-You do. You own all of me. My heart, soul and body. fuck."

"Good boy." Your tongue darted out to lick your lips slowly as you let go of his cheeks. Jisung watched your tongue, your saliva coating your lips and reflecting off the light made him wither underneath you.

You cocked your head to the side, eyebrow raised. You placed your thumb on his lips, watching him part them instantly. You slowly pushed your thumb inside his warm, wet mouth watching him suckle on it and feeling his tongue swirl around your skin.

You pressed your thumb flat against his tongue watching Jisung's eyes close slowly, his hips rutting against you. You felt his cock rubbing against the curve of your ass, his wet tip coating the skin of your ass with his pre cum.

You swallowed, looking down at your boyfriend who was getting lost from just sucking on your thumb. It excited you to no end. This is a side of Jisung you have never seen before and you love it.

You and Jisung have always been adventurous during sex. You're both not afraid to try new things. It was always Jisung that would suggest trying something new, giving you the idea that he was either very open or a perv.

Jisung was the one who got you into anime, more specifically, hentai. You knew about it just like everyone else, but you didn't take an interest, until you caught Jisung casually reading a hentai manga like it was some autobiography.

You can't deny that the artwork is something else, although you found some of it a little too much for your liking. Jisung gave you a recommendation when you told him you were interested. You took his recommendation and before you knew it, Jisung's passion became yours

You just had no idea that he himself was a hentai artist as well as a switch. Jisung is dominant in the bedroom, he always has been, so seeing him surrendering himself to you, excited you to your core.

"Fuck Ji. I had no idea you could be like this." You whispered. His eyes fluttered open to look at you.

"Like what?" He mumbled.

"Lewd." A light, pink blush appeared on his cheeks. You slowly took your thumb out of his mouth, leaning in slowly and ghosting your lips over his.

"I love it so much, it's turning me on." Jisung swallowed as he listened. "My pussy is soaked, Ji. All because you're acting so lewd for me." Your breath hit his lips with each sentence, the man below you withered and tugged at his restraints

"(Y/N)"

"Hmm?"

"Kiss, Please." You pressed your lips against Jisung's, a low hum of satisfaction erupted from the back of Jisung's throat. Your lips moved in perfect synchronization in a slow, passionate kiss. Jisung continued to rut against you. You licked his lower lip, silently asking for permission which he gladly granted by parting his lips.

You slipped your tongue inside his mouth, tasting the inside of his mouth leaving no space untouched. Mewls and whimpers escaped Jisung as his movements became fast and desperate. You tangled your tongue with his, caressing the wet muscle as your saliva mixed together.

You felt Jisung's cock throbbing against your ass. His delicious whimpers ringing in your ears and running straight to your core. Your pants soon became mixed with his, tongues and saliva becoming one.

You pulled away slowly, a string of saliva connected the two of you by your lips. You looked down at your flustered boyfriend, his cheeks pink, eyes hooded and slow, laboured pants leaving his lips. You broke the string with your finger, licking your own swollen lips.

"You fascinate me, Ji." You whispered, leaning down and licking his neck slowly.

"I-I do?" He spluttered, tilting his head to the side to allow more room for you. You hummed against his skin, noticing how a thin layer of sweat was starting to coat him.

"How?"

"You just do. I'm still learning new things about you and with each thing I learn, the more fascinated I become." You sunk your teeth into his flesh, a low groan leaving the man's lips.

You licked and sucked his skin, occasionally biting and kissing it. you left purple bruises on his tender skin. You planted soft kisses along his neck, kissing his heart shaped Adam's apple before licking it slowly. You kissed along his sharp jawline, content hums and sighs leaving Jisung.

"You're so pretty, Ji. You're such a pretty boy." You mumbled against his skin. Jisung felt himself getting shy at your soft words.

"However-" you sat up, looking him in his eyes as you smirked, menacingly. You parted his lips with your fingers, leaning over him once again

"You're a filthy boy with perverted thoughts and fantasies. Is this what you truly wanted, Ji? having your girlfriend dominate you and turn you into nothing but putty in the palm of my hands."

Nothing but silent whimpers left the man's lips. You stroked his bottom lip slowly with your thumb as you spat in his mouth, a sting of saliva falling into his mouth and landing on his tongue. Jisung's eyes fluttered shut, his mouth closing as he swallowed his own and your saliva.

"So lewd." You whispered. you ran your nails down his chest, leaving red marks behind. You sat on his hard cock, grinding on it slowly as you planted your hands firmly on his chest.

You hummed at the friction, his cock rubbing over your fold and clit through your panties creating a delicious friction for you. You parted your lips and moaned softly, Jisung desperately tugging at the restraints as he watched you.

His eyes pleading with you to let him free. You ignored his silent pleas, your hips moving faster as your moans increased in decibels. Your panties soaked with your juices and Jisung could feel the wet patch against the skin of his cock.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his hands balling into tight fists. Your pussy throbbed as you felt Jisung's cock pulsating against your folds. You dug your nails into his chest, harshly, earning a loud whimper from the man below you.

"Oh fuck, Ji. Your cock feels so good. It's rubbing my throbbing clit so well." Your sinful words making Jisung groan. Tears of frustration pooled in the corners of his eyes, slowly spilling down his cheeks. You scoffed, wiping away his tears.

"Oh Ji. Why are you crying? Is it because you can't touch me? Is it driving you insane?"

"It is. I'm going crazy! I want to fuck you so hard and fast. I'm going crazy, (Y/N) fuck - I want to ravish you and feel your wet, velvety walls against my cock. I want to fill you up with my cum and coat your walls white."

Your movements faulted as you listened to Jisung. Your role as a dom faltered as you let out soft whimpers.

"Fuck Ji." You whispered.

"Please, doll. Please let me feel you or at least taste you, I'm begging you!" Jisung cried. You cocked your head to the side, stopping your movements.

You thought for a second before reaching behind you and unclasping your bra. Your breasts bouncing free as you threw your bra onto the floor. Jisung's gaze fixated on your soft breasts, your nipples hard.

You smirked at Jisung as you slid your hands slowly up your body to your breasts. Jisung audibly swallowed as you cupped your own breasts. You squeezed them, rolling your sensitive nipples between your fingers as you let out soft hums.

"Hmm, Ji. It feels so good." You moaned softly. Jisung pulled and withered below you, hot tears falling down his cheeks.

"You're such a tease, (Y/N).. please, let me touch you or something." He begged. you smirked, rolling your hips on his angry cock. Jisung panted uncontrollably.

"Ji. I'm so wet and ready for you. My panties are so uncomfortably wet right now."

"Please, I beg you. Please let me taste, I've been a good boy. please- I- please." You leaned forward, kissing his lips softly and humming.

"Of course baby boy. You are correct, you have been a very good boy and been very patient. I guess it is time for your reward." Jisung's eyes sparkled, his mouth watering.

You stripped yourself of your panties, throwing them to the side as you shivered from the cold air coming into contact with your soaked cunt. You shifted to Jisung's head, placing each leg on either side of him.

Your pussy hovered over jisung, his mouth practically watering as he got a glimpse of your soaked cunt. Your slick coating your skin, your clit throbbing as your entrance clenching around nothing.

"Holy fuck. You look too good to eat, (Y/N)" You hummed at his words, holding onto the headboard. You slowly lowered yourself on Jisung's face, his tongue darting out in an instant making contact with your entrance.

You whimpered, Jisung licking around and inside your entrance collecting every drop of your essence. He hummed at your taste, desperate for more like a staved man. He pressed his tongue flat, licking a long strip from entrance to clit.

Your hips bucked when he made contact with your clit. His skillful tongue flicking the sensitive bud before licking slow circles. He sucked and nibbled the best he could.

"F-fuck ji. your mouth is too good." You moaned, hands gripping the headboard tightly. Jisung went back to licking your entrance, humming and groaning at the taste of you. You moved your hips back and forth at a steady pace, grinding down on his face.

His nose bumping against your clit, providing you with some friction, his tongue skilfully licking your pulsating entrance. Your slick coating his chin and lips. You peered down and whimpered at the sight of Jisung in-between your legs.

His eyes glossy, cheeks tinted pink as his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead with the ends of his hair wet. You reached down, moving his hair away from his forehead.

"Such a good boy for me, Ji. You're doing so well."

Jisung pulled away from your cunt, licking his lips whilst looking up at you with doe eyes.

"It hurts." He whispered. You cocked your head to the side.

"What does, hun?"

"My cock. I'm so hard, I need release or- or something." You looked over your shoulder, peering at his angry cock. Pre-cum leaking out and coating his tip, giving it a shine. Veins protruding across the sides as it stood upright, hard and begging to be touched.

"Poor baby." you cooed before shifting downwards. you rested between his legs, lightly ghosting your fingernails up and down the side of his length. Jisung shivered as he watched you, his lower lip caught between his teeth again.

You blew air on his tip, watching it pulsate at the action. You hummed and licked your lips before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. Jisung involuntarily bucked his hips at the contact.

You began to stroke jisungs cock at an agonizing slow pace, hot puffs of air escaping jisung's nostrils which amused you. Once you reached the top, you lightly ran a fingernail across his slit, a strangled moan coming from Jisung.

You tucked your hair behind your ear, hand resuming back at the base of his cock. You leaned in, planting soft and delicate kisses alongside his protruding veins. You kissed towards his tip, pausing and looking at Jisung through your lashes.

He was silently begging you. His eyes hooded as he struggled against his restraints. His chest rose up and down rapidly as beads of sweat ran down his forehead. The muscles on the side of his jaw visibly clenching.

You smirked before kissing his tip gently, his pre-cum coating your lips. You licked your lips as you looked at Jisung, humming at the salty flavour.

"You're such a tease." Jisung whined. You shrugged, acting like you did nothing wrong. You stuck your tongue out, pressing it flat against the side of his cock. You slowly licked a long, wet strip against his hot skin, slowly making your way to his angry cock head.

Jisung held his breath in anticipation as he watched. You swirled your tongue around his cock head, salty pre-cum gathering and coating your tastebuds. Jisung let go off his breath slowly. You wrapped your lips around his tip, softly sucking.

You hummed, swirling your tongue around his cock head before taking more of him inside your mouth. Jisung groaned at the feeling of being encapsulated by your wet and warm mouth. You closed your eyes, stopping half way before bobbing your head at a steady pace.

Your hand stroked whatever your mouth fail to reach, wrist rotating. You alternatived from base to balls, cupping them in your hands and massaging them.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Good, it's too good!" Jisung cried out. You hollowed out your cheeks, tongue wrapping around his length as you sucked. You paused, removing your hand and placing it on his thighs. You lowered your head further down until his tip hit the back of your throat, nose touching the pit of his stomach.

You swallowed, your throat clenching around jisung's length. He let out a sinful moan that ran down your spine and straight to your core. After swallowing some more, you bobbed your head, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You suppress your gag reflex, humming around him.

"Fuck, so warm and wet. Your mouth feels so good around me. I feel like I could cum down your throat at any minute." Jisung spoke, his words coming out of his mouth before his brain could register what he was saying.

You pulled away from his cock, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you looked at Jisung. You glared at him, Jisung immediately shivered at the sudden shift in atmosphere. You clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes.

"Pathetic." You spoke. Jisung bit down on his lip for the third time. "I give you a taste of me, allow you to indulge in my essence and you think you can do as you please?" You spat, eyebrow raised at Jisung who shook his head no.

"You will cum when I say so, understood?"

"Y-Yes. I'm sorry." Jisung whispered. You hummed, resuming your action of sucking Jisung. Jisung squeezed his eyes shut, his thighs tensing. Short pants of air fell from his lips as he struggled to not cum down your throat. His stomach tensing as his hips bucked in your mouth. Sweat coated Jisung's body, his hands balled into fists as short puffs of air shot out of his nose. His muscles burning from tensing so much.

Just when he felt like he was about to blow his load, you pulled away, swallowing the accumulated saliva. Jisungs cock throbbed, angrily, shaky breaths leaving his lips as he regained his composure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Jisung cried out. you pressed your lips together in a thin line, eyes traveling up and down his sweat coated body, his abs tensing. Sweat coated his forehead, the ends of his hair now drenched.

You crawled to his side, stroking his hair gently. He looked up at you, his eyes glossy with tears as a few of them fell down his cheeks. His bottom lip swollen and tender from biting on it too hard. You stroked his cheek, smirking.

"Oh Ji, you look so lewd. it's so cute." You cooed.

"It hurts. Fuck- I want to cum so so bad. Please?" Jisung begged. You put a finger on your chin, pretending to think.

"Mhm.. Nope." You grinned, popping the P. Jisung groaned in frustration as you moved to straddle his waist again.

"Oh Ji. Don't be so impatient. You'll be cumming soon enough. Just let me use you and have fun." You frowned, bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

You hovered over his cock, his tip teasing your soaked entrance. Before you slid down on him, you leaned forward, placing a hand on his cheeks.

"Ji." Your voice soft and laced with love. Jisung whimpered, looking up at you.

"Colour?" You stroked his cheek gently with your thumb

"G-Green. Please just do something!' Jisung begged, leaning into your hand as he let out more soft whimpers. You laughed softly.

"Just remember, if it's too much, shout out the colour that you feel and I will stop, okay? I want this to be just as pleasurable for you as it is for me. When you feel good, I feel good." You blushed as you spoke. Jisung smiling softly at you.

"Hey. Don't worry, baby. I love this, a lot more than what I thought. Seeing you be so dominant is just so – wow." Your cheeks tainted red, feeling yourself go shy at his words.

"Okay, but just remember what I said, okay?"

"I will baby, I promise you." you kissed his lips softly and tenderly, jisung reciprocating the same actions. You hummed in the kiss, deepening the kiss. Soon, it became a passionate, saliva filled kiss. Both of you hungry for one another.

"You sure, Ji." You asked. Jisung hummed in response, giving you the all clear that he is perfectly okay. You pulled away from his lips and reached behind you, grabbing the base of his cock, his skin feeling even hotter against your hand.

His cock twitched in your hand, jisung grunting as his hips involuntarily bucked in your hand.

"Y'know, Ji." You spoke, teasing his angry cock head against your soaked entrance. His tip now covered with pre-cum and your slick. Jisung held his breath, the feeling too much for him to bear.

"It's so pathetic how lewd you really can be. Never have I ever thought that this would be the true side of you. Who knew that you could have wild fantasies and to top it all off, you publish it for the world to see!" Jisung pressed his lips together in a thin line, swallowing hard.

"Do you like it? Like having the world know what a pervert you are?" Jisung pulled at his restraints, eyes silently begging you to let him free.

"You want to be free?" Jisung nodded, estaically.

"Please. I want to touch you. I want to feel your skin against my fingertips. i-ill be good. I won't do anything unless you tell me to. Just please, I want to touch you."

You cooed, before reaching over and released his wrists from his restraints. You kissed his wrists gently, looking at him through your lashes as you smiled against his wrists. Your smile soon faltered as you watched Jisung's eyes turn dark with lust, a smirk slowly plastering itself on his face.

Jisung grabbed your neck in his hands, fingers squeezing the sides. You whimpered loudly, heart beating against your ribcage at the sudden shift in atmosphere.

"Y'know, doll. As much as I have adored seeing you dominate me, I think it's time for a switch, don't you?" You swallowed, nails digging into his chest.

In one swift motion, Jisung had pinned you down on your back, his hand on your neck firmly as he hovered over you.

"You lied to me, Ji!" you whimpered. Jisung shrugged.

"Oops? You were teasing me for so long, (Y/N) I was going insane. I need you and I need you now! you should know by now that I'm a man that doesn't like to wait." Jisung growled, lowly. The pressure around your neck slowly loosening up.

Beads of sweat ran down the sides of his face, dropping onto your skin. He pushed his sweaty hair back, showing you more of that beautiful face you love so much.

Jisung smirked, leaning in close to you. Your breath hitched in your throat as his tongue came into contact with your neck. You tilted your head to the side, allowing more room for Jisung to lick, suck and bite your skin.

Little whimpers left your lips as jisung slowly travelled down south, stopping between your breasts. Removing his hand from around your neck, he grabbed your right breast roughly in his hand, squeezing and flicking your sensitive nipple whilst his mouth got to work on your left.

He kissed around your nipple, the tip of his tongue slowly curling the areola. You watched his every move, his hair falling and covering his eyes. He peered at you through his hair, smirking as he flicked his tongue across your sensitive bud, before sucking and nibbling it.

You moaned softly, your hands finding their way into his hair. You roughly tugged his hair at the scalp, a low grunt falling past his lips. Jisung detached his lips from your nipple, his eyebrow raised.

"Oh, I don't think you're allowed to do that, darling." He took your hands out of his hair, clasping them together at the wrist. He reached behind him for the robe, tying your wrists together. Your eyes widened as you watched him, Jisung tugging the robe to make sure it was tight enough to hold you but not to hurt you.

"J-Ji.." You whimpered "You can-"

"Can't I? because it seems like I can." Jisung cut you off mid sentence. His hand traveled down south, his fingers coming into contact with your soaked cunt. You swallowed, his fingertip dancing around your swollen clit.

"Oh my. You were so focused on me that you neglected your own needs. Whatever happened to 'I'm going to use you, ji'?" Jisung cooed.

"I-I.." You spluttered. Your mind failing to process what just happened. Jisung cooed at you again, before laughing

"Poor baby. Can't even get her pathetic words out of her mouth." His fingers continued to dance around your clit, failing to actually touch you. You shifted your hips, hoping you could somehow make jisung's finger touch you, but failed in doing so.

Jisungs eyebrow raised, his hand planted firmly on your hip to keep you down.

"Now who's the one that's desperate?" Jisung smirked, your lips pressing together in a thin line.

"I can't believe this has happened." You whimpered

"You should have known, doll. I'm an impatient man and I always get what I want." Jisungs voice low and seductive, causing shivers to run down your spine. He pressed his finger against your sensitive clit, rubbing circles, alternating between clockwise and anticlockwise.

Your thighs shook, toes curling at the pleasure running through your veins. You hummed as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to bask in the pleasure.

With his free hand, jisung suddenly inserted two of his fingers inside, stopping at the knuckles. Your walls are soft and wet, prepared for something much bigger and thicker. He curled his fingers against your walls, hitting your sweet spot in an instant as he thrusted his fingers inside.

"Fuck, Ji." you moaned, back arching off the mattress. Jisung hummed in satisfaction, his fingers coating in more of your slick each time he re-entered them. He removed the finger that pleasure your clit, leaning down and pressing his tongue flat against the bud

You whimpered, desperate to hold onto him but unable to do so. His fingers skillfully thrusted inside as his tongue licked and flicked your bud, coating it in saliva.

You withered underneath him, the pleasure consuming your body. Your walls clamped down around Jisung's fingers, earning a hum from him. The familiar knot tightening with each lick and thrust

"C-Cum." You cried out. Jisung simply hummed as your orgasm washed over you, walls pulsating and clamping around jisung. He helped ride out your high before pulling away, licking and sucking his soaked fingers clean before wiping his mouth.

You whimpered at the sight, swallowing and cursing him for looking so gorgeous. He knelt between your legs, holding your thighs wide open as he positioned himself.

"Y'know, I would have continued to pleasure your sensitive pussy. Give you an endless amount of orgasms with my mouth and fingers."

He grabbed the base of his cock, tapping it against your sensitive slit before rubbing it up and down your slit, coating it in your slick

"However, I'm at my limit. I need to be inside you, feel you delicious walls clamp around my cock. I need to see you toss and turn beneath me as it becomes too much for you. I need you and I need you badly."

You panted at his words, mewling before you smirked.

"Then fuck me, Ji. Fuck me like your life depends on it." You encouraged. you licked your lips at the delicious growl that ran straight to your core.

Gripping your thighs, jisung pushed his length inside, stopping until he was balls deep. Your groans mixed together with each other for different reasons. For you, the feeling of finally feeling full of his cock, for him, the feeling of your warm, wet walls around his aching cock.

"Fuckkk. No matter how many times I fuck you, I will never get use to how well your greedy cunt welcomes me. Such warmth, such wetness – I feel like I'm going insane."

You mewled at his words, purposefully clamping down on him. Jisung hung his head low, his grip on your thighs tightening. With a shaky breath, he began his powerful and fast thrusts.

Your body jolted upwards with each thrust, your breasts bouncing. Wet sounds and skin slapping against one another, mixed in with your moans and groans. It didn't take long for him to hit your sweet spot, stars forming in your peripheral vision.

"Oh fuck- ji- good."

"M-Mhm." Jisung pushed his hair back away from his face, his forehead glistening with sweat. You watched Jisung slowly losing his rationality, thoughts disappearing like little thought bubbles through the window.

"F-Fuck, I can't. Too good!" He grabbed your legs together, holding them close to his chest. He pistoned inside you, your body jolting more and more with each thrust. You tilted your head to the side, eyes rolling back into your skull.

It was good - too good. You could feel the pleasure coursing through your veins to your heart, like adrenaline, making it beat fast against your ribcage. Just like Jisung, you too were slowly losing all thoughts. Your mouth hung open, pants leaving your lips as your throat slowly became dry and sore.

Jisung let go of your legs, letting them flop to his side. He reached over you, inserting his thumb into your open mouth. You turned your head, looking at him as you closed your lips around it, suckling it softly.

"Pretty girl. Such a pretty girl you are." Your walls tightening around Jisung, causing him to grunt. Soon, his movements started to falter, becoming sloppy.

"Close?" You questioned. Jisung nodded slowly.

"I have been for a while. It's going to be so much, I can tell."

"It's okay baby. Fill me up with it all. I want it to be spilling out of me." You mewled. Removing his thumb from your mouth, he gripped onto your neck, squeezing the sides tightly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, slowly feeling faint.

"Fuckkk. I- fuck fuck fuck." Was all Jisung could muster. A few more powerful thrusts and his hips halted. He came deep inside you, coating your walls white. You felt him filling you up, his cock throbbing with each ejaculation.

His head hung low as he whimpered, his grip on your neck loosening slowly. He thrusted shallowly, fucking his cum deeper inside you. You hummed softly at the feeling, your hum soon turning into a loud moan.

Jisung pressed his finger against your clit, applying enough pressure to make you moan and whimper. He rubbed circles against it whilst shallowly thrusting into you. Your walls clamped around his cock, the knot tightening in the pit of your stomach.

"Ji,i-" You struggled to form words, mind foggy with jumbled thoughts.

"It's okay, doll. Cum for me." He leaned in, planting soft kisses along your neck. You squeezed your eyes shut as your second orgasm hit you hard. your chest arching into Jisung, juices spilling out over Jisung's cock and lower stomach, his hand and arm also getting caught in the firing line.

You let out strangled whimpers and moans, body convulsing as you struggled to regain your composition. Jisung stroked your hair soothingly when he realised, looking into your eyes.

"Shh, baby. It's okay. I'm here, you're okay. Deep breaths, remember." You did as you were told, taking deep breaths into your lungs. You slowly came down from your intense high, breathing resuming at a normal pace.

"There you go. Good girl, you did so well."

"You did too, ji." Your voice strained from having a dry throat. Jisung pulled out of you slowly, his cock now flaccid. You shivered as you felt his cum slowly trickling out off you, traveling down your ass and into the sheets.

You were too tired to care and you knew Jisung would be too, however, that didn't stop him from dashing in and around the bedroom to gather supplies for you both.

He cleaned up his cum, apologising as he made contact with your sensitive pussy, making you whimper and jolt. He also planted soft and delicate kisses along your inner thighs

He removed the rope around your wrists, planting soft kisses along them before helping you to sit upright, opening an ice cold bottle of water for you and helping you take a sip as he took a sip from his own bottle.

In the background, you could hear the sounds of the taps running indicating a bubble bath was soon going to be ready and waiting for you both. He dashed out to the bathroom, turning off the taps before returning.

You squealed as he picked you up bridal style, arms around his neck loosely. He placed you in the warm bath, the water soothing your tired muscles. Jisung got in behind you, pulling you closer to him so you were resting against his chest.

You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes slowly and basking in Jisung's comfort.

"You tired baby?" He questioned.

You nodded slowly. "And hungry. I'm really really hungry." Jisung laughed, stroking your sides softly

"We can order after we've bathed. Watch a movie and sleep. I'll change the sheets while you order. Sounds good?"

You hummed, nodding your head. You opened your eyes and looked up at Jisung, who looked down at you.

"So, was it better than you imagined?" A blush creeped across Jisung's cheeks as he smirked

"Oh yes. Way better than I imagined, doll."

[didididraws]

my tablet is currently halfway across the country for repairs (my brother's the most tech-savvy in my family and asking him to take a look at it was cheaper than taking it to a shop) so i haven't been able to draw lately. i've made a bunch of traditional sketches in the meantime, but none of them are presentable enough to post here, so i decided to take a trip down memory lane and fill out one of foxorian's influence maps!

below the cut are the names of the artists featured here, as well as a little bit of director's commentary on how they've influenced me :]

yugo limbo (website, tumblr, twitter) - some time last year, i realized something profoundly unnerving: i actually... don't like the art in smile for me's original release all that much? that's not to say it's bad, just that there isn't a whole lot about it outside of maybe its architecture that stands out to me. which is REALLY WEIRD, considering i wrote a whole retrospective about how much this game means to me. art-wise, however, it was only after smile for me's release that yugo limbo's art evolved in a way that really resonated with me; i love how textured everything is, i love the way they simplify clothing folds and the way that skin wrinkles around the joints, i love their love for puppets; all of those things ended up worming their way into my art style and tastes one way or another, and i couldn't be happier!! it didn't feel right to leave smile for me out of the equation entirely, though, so i chose a piece that was both related to that game and that i felt reflected a lot of what i love about yugo's more recent art.

echobsilly (twitter, tumblr) - oh god, speaking of yugo limbo - god. i fucking love echo's art so much i have no idea how to even do it justice in writing. like many people i first found him through his smile for me/limbolane fanart and animations - and those are some of his best work, don't get me wrong, but i really wanted to include one of his original designs to make a point that he's just fuckin great at art in general. character design, facial expressions, body language, composition, LIGHTING... he makes it all just. so so so gorgeous. i always liked "painterly" art styles for lack of a better word, but i think his art is what first pushed me to embrace that more in my digital art. i also like how he talks about dr. habit like he's his dead wife. i'm very proud to call him a friend these days :]

japhers (tumblr, twitter, instagram) - i first found japhers' art in high school and he very quickly became a HUUUUUGE influence on my taste in character and costume design. one of the big reasons i never fully bought into the idea that men's fashion is inherently harder to design is bc so much of his art is already dedicated to exploring fashion Without the restrictions of a gender binary in place which is to say that he's really good at drawing buff dudes in frilly outfits. i also think he gave me more confidence to draw more intricate costumes without having to worry about super dainty and clean lineart, bc a lot of his art looks like it's kinda been carved/rendered out of sketches, and it is Gorgeous.

moe suppe (website, tumblr, cohost) - another artist i found in high school, albeit originally from a long-gone instagram account. his art is what kickstarted my desire to have some Roughness in my art, some Texture. it may not have stuck to my lineart, but it Definitely stuck to my rendering. it helped that i was going through a pretty big angel/demon phase at the time, which meant i was pretty immediately drawn in by his delightfully weird worldbuilding. i should probably read fear not now that it's an actual serial...

val wise (website, itch.io, twitter, instagram) - a more recent influence, but a pretty significant one nonetheless. i featured the cover of délicatesse here because it was the first thing from him that i had ever read, but in general his grasp on the human body really blows me away given how deceptively simple his style looks at first glance, especially his faces. the way fat and hair sits on her bodies, and how much it varies from character to character... it's beautiful without being So glamorous that it feels untouchable. his costume design is also great. i recommend his comics for low fantasy/ursula k. le guin fans who are Dying to see more fat characters in leading roles. i also just found out that i am of two hearts is free on itch.io, so i'll be treating myself to that over spring break.

partycoffin (tumblr, twitter) - if you have known me for any amount of time at all then this should not come as a surprise to you. i actually wasn't going to include partycoffin in this map at first, because while welcome home has inspired me in Many creative pursuits, i didn't think visual art was one of them? i definitely picked up some of clown's love for dramatic lighting and thinner lines with just a smidge of well-placed hatching subconsciously, though.

ryoko kui - probably the most recent artist featured here? anyways i have a confession to make: i have yet to read dungeon meshi. i just know that when i saw a post compiling a bunch of ryoko kui's sketches from her daydream hour series, i was so overwhelmed with this feeling of, like… "oh, yeah, these capture almost everything i love about women as flesh and blood people. when i draw women this is the kind of beauty that i want people to see in them." of course, ryoko kui is a great character designer in general, but something about her women specifically really speak to me. the earthier color palettes and rendering also do a lot to endear her art to me.

shuzo oshimi - specifically his art in blood on the tracks. something that really stood out to me in that series was whenever the shadows would get really intense, and you'd get these big blocks of black with just the faintest bit of hatching to soften out some of their edges. it was always very effective in creating this sense of claustrophobia. i really want to keep incorporating that in my more intense pieces!

person918x (tumblr, instagram) - i don't work with 3d art often and i don't see myself doing so any time soon, but the composition of person918x's pieces is something i take a lot of inspiration of. i also love his sequential art, as someone who does a lot of dream journaling it's sick to see the exact Vibe of a dream be put to (digital) canvas. i also firmly believe that he's one of the only people out there who knows what he's doing when it comes to using generative AI in art.

oops i made this list too long so now i have to put the last two artists in a new block.

10. meatgiri (twitter, instagram) - definitely the artist i've known about the longest out of this selection. i think i've been following her since…. oh god. since i was in middle school. way before she was meatgiri, even. i think her influence probably shows up the least in my art, but there are definitely some characteristics that stuck with me for a very long time (the lil block of black accompanied by one or two lines for shading on the neck, the looser lineart making it really easy to incorporate soft curves and sharp edges, the Eyes, etc etc.) i chose this drawing of her oc juniper bc i thought it was both reflective of her current art And a good embodiment of a lot of things i wanted to emulate from her art as a young'un.

11. dragan bibin (website, instagram) - specifically his 'deimos' series. much like with person918x, it's his compositions that really stand out to me the most, and you probably know by now that i'm a sucker for high contrast. i find it interesting though that he uses high contrast to obscure more than he does to highlight... helps a lot with giving the deimos paintings that air of Quiet Unease. another thing i want to incorporate in my horror-adjacent art! manmade environments gone wrong!

[lexicorp]

Sesil is /very/ antisocial

He would rather stab himself Juliet style than talk to another person for more than two sentences (very dramatic boio lol)

Would prefer to be beak deep reading romantic dramas and yell at the pages as the ppl do stupid things, as well as those mideavle (can't spell djdbdjbd) fantasy novels

He is a writer himself, and the times when he does have to deal with people for publisher or art for the book or movie people: he is VERY dismissive and stiff on how he does things and acknowledges people. The blunt and doesn't understand sarcasm type, and would usually jus get offended or confused/annoyed

His sense of humor is /ironically/ very irony based though

Things that are absurd or contradictory, so it's kinda the silliness of this dude saying how stupid something is while finding it funny. Or jus deadpanned humor when he tries to attempt sarcasm, which then other ppl don't pick up usually.

But yeh, his dismissiveness and tendency to not recognize someone getting particularly attached to him and then being freaked out when he realizes: is something that Moe hates, cuz it reminds them of their fellow gods who abandoned them

Moe is the MR demigod of space, dealing with gravitational forces, matter, etc

as a young god he was manipulated by nix, the chaos god, to engage in rather damaging activities to say the least

they became out of control with solar systems out of wack, flinging planets everywhere, to there being too many black holes or strange matter. the balance of order and chaos was tipped, so Pheo, god of order, created a containment cube for Moe.

Moe's memory was selectively wiped and power restricted to their box, while Pheo took their role outside. Moe was very childish, and still holds a disconnect empathically to people having been extremely isolated and abandoned by their peers. Itri, demi god of Time, visits the most, although it is hard for them to keep track how far apart their visits are at times as they are clouded by timelines.

presently and related to the last pic, Moe had managed to learn how to move their containment field and found a planet. they watched the people below and sesil was the first in their scrolling to stick out.

Moe saw sesil constantly push others away and appear rather cold, and that annoyed them with how badly they craved companionship.

so Moe took it upon themself to push this introverted bird to be a social bird and pressures him to be more blatantly friendly to people. they often teleport sesil up to their cube to have more of a talk or just to have a little fun. Sesil just really wants to be left alone sjfbjdbfjd

buuuut yeah they got problems, and the other gods needa figure they shite out lel

As for Viv, they are gonna be a barista who is a constant presence at the small coffee shop sesil frequents

It's one of those small places with wood or loveseat style chairs with checkers/chess boards

Sesil gets the same thing each time, tho sometimes Viv can convince him to try something else other than a vanilla cold brew lol

He's usually there to write for a bit after taking a walk in the woods, and maybe play some chess against himself- to which Viv pops over on a break sometimes to bug him with a challenge.

Viv is a very bubbly, will talk to anyone type, but appreciates sesils rather chill energy and doesn't view his standoffishness as rude

Also has a fear of large bodies of water, and gets a bit embarrassed by it since she loves the rain

Buuuut yeh, their story would be mainly around those two and Moe having a bit of a breakdown untill the two actually come together and itri collect his crazed tail XD

[kelyon]

Courtship 11: Proposal

They take things to the next level.

Read on AO3

BRRING! BRRING!

Groggy and confused, Lacey opened her eyes. It was still dark. What phone was ringing? None of the phones at home or in the shop sounded like that. And none of them were so loud, so close. It wasn’t until she felt someone else moving next to her in bed that she remembered where she was. 

And who she was with. 

And what they had done. 

She’d barely had time to pull the covers up over her naked body when her attention was pulled to Mr. Gold. In the darkness, she heard him lift up the receiver and snarl, “What?”

“Gold!” 

Lacey’s stomach fell as she recognized the voice on the other end of the line. 

“What the hell have you done to my daughter?”

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered.

Mr. Gold scoffed, quietly. When he spoke, his voice was relaxed, amused. In seconds, he had regained his rightful control over the situation. “Now really, Mr. French, you shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to.”

The reply on the other end was incomprehensible with rage. From the light of the street lamps outside, Lacey could make out the faint silhouette of Mr. Gold holding the receiver well away from his ear.

“Your daughter is fine, Mr. French.” He spoke loudly over the racket. “Would you like to speak to her yourself? She’s right here.”

Without waiting for an answer, Mr. Gold placed the receiver in Lacey’s open hand. She put it up to her mouth. “Dad, relax! Like Mr. Gold said, I’m fine.”

“Fine? Fine? You give me a heart attack and tell me you’re fine?”

“I--What? I didn’t do anything!”

“Do you have any idea what time it is, young lady?”

“No!” Lacey snapped. “I don’t know what time it is. Thirty seconds ago I was asleep!”

“With Gold?”

“I--Yes!” Lacey tried to hold her head high, like Miss French would. “Yes, I was sleeping with Mr. Gold.”

“While I was worried sick? While I had no idea where you were? What had happened to you?”

“Well I didn’t realize I’d be staying the night! It wasn’t exactly planned.”

“That’s where you’ve been going out all week,” he accused. “Your ‘dates’ aren’t with Hunter! You’re screwing him!”

Lacey rolled her eyes. “Oh, bravo, detective! You figured it out! And speaking of Hunter, you wouldn’t be this angry if I was at his house.”

“Of course not! Hunter’s a good boy, Gold is--”

“He’s right here, Dad. So maybe think before you talk for once.” 

Moe French breathed heavily into the phone. When he spoke, it was in the tones of a man who was thinking very hard about every word. 

“Come home, Lacey. We-we can talk about this. You haven’t done anything beyond forgiveness.”

Something inside her snapped at those words. She let out a scoff, a dry, mirthless laugh. “I sure fucking hope not,” she said. “I really do hope you can find the benevolence in your heart to show mercy to me for committing the grievous crime of making my own choices!”

“Lacey Linda French! You--”

“Get some sleep, Moe,” she cut him off. “You know I’m not in danger so now you can go to bed. I’ll be home in time to open the store.”

“You--”

“That’s all I have to say.” She handed the receiver back to Mr. Gold. “Would you hang up on him for me, please?”

“Gladly.” He took the phone and dropped it on the base. 

After the racket of arguments and accusations, the silence of Mr. Gold’s bedroom was paradise.

Lacey sighed. “I’m sorry about that, Mr. Gold.”   

His body didn’t touch hers, but he reached out to rub her shoulder with his hand. There was an ache in her muscles from where he had flogged her the night before. 

“Hardly your fault,” he said. “Or his. I wouldn’t know anything about a father’s love, but it’s perfectly reasonable for him to be concerned about your whereabouts.”

“I should have just told him I was going to spend the night with Hunter.” Lacey rubbed her forehead. “He would have thrown me a fucking parade.” She drew her knees up to her chin and covered her face with her hands. “This is going to be hell.”

“Were you planning on hiding our liaisons from your father indefinitely?”

She scoffed. “I didn’t have a plan, any more than you did. I feel like we sprung ourselves on each other. I don’t know about you, but I’m scrambling to figure out how I can make this,” she waved her hand in the space between the two of them, “fit together with my real life.”

“Mr. French, at least, seems to be against the notion.”

“And it’s not just him. My uncle--Manny, he works at the garage on Main Street--he found out and reacted almost as badly as Dad did just now. And my friends all hate you, and I’m sure my aunt won’t be pleased, or my mom’s old friend.” She sighed. “I think the only person who could possibly be happy for me is my little cousin Chloe, and that’s just because she’s too young to understand why she wouldn’t be.”

Mr. Gold shifted in bed, coming closer to her. His hand slid down her back then came to  rest on the curve of her hip. “Is it so important, what they think?”

Lacey shrugged. “They’re my family. They’re all I’ve got.”

“And you would deny yourself pleasure, perhaps even happiness, for familial approval?”

“It sounds pretty bleak, when you put it like that.” She fussed with the edge of the blanket. “It’s just--like it or not, they’re in my life. I have to get along with them.”

“Why?”

She let out a hollow breath. “Well, for starters, I live with my dad. I work with him in that depressing, failing flower shop. It sucks, but it’s the only living I have.”

“What if you lived somewhere else?” Mr. Gold asked. “What if you didn’t have to work?”

“What kind of life doesn’t involve work? Am I just gonna have money handed to me?”

“Well, you would have to earn it,” he said slyly. “But it wouldn’t exactly be a nine-to-five hourly rate.”

“You’re being awfully specific.” She turned to look at him in the darkness. “Mr. Gold, what are you thinking?”

“You should marry me.”

Lacey’s eyes went wide. She blinked, several times, before she managed to blurt out, “What?”

“Marry me,” Mr. Gold repeated. He sounded perfectly serious. “If you marry me, you’ll never have to give a damn what your father thinks about anything.”

“I--W--” Lacey stammered. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“I am not.” There was warmth in Mr. Gold’s voice. His hand moved to take hers. “I have long suspected that there is something inevitable about you, Miss French. You and I should be married.”

“We belong together,” she said softly. “You’ve felt that too?”

He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. “There is a chemistry between us that I’ve never felt with another partner.”

“But married?”

“Have you ever noticed the legitimacy that comes with marriage? Legally and socially. If you want to keep people from wagging their tongues about you staying in my house and taking my money, there is no easier way to do it.”

Lacey exhaled a slow breath. She tried to think of another protest, but nothing held water.

“You know how young I am, right?”

“And you know how old I am.”

“I-- It’s-- Did you say I wouldn’t have to work?”

“I suppose it’s more accurate to say that being Mrs. Gold would be a full-time job. I’ll pay you well, but I’ll keep you quite busy.”

“Mrs. Gold,” she whispered. 

The name resonated in her, even more than ‘Miss French’ did. Something deep inside her responded to the idea of being that person. Whoever it was, it was who she had always been waiting to be.   

“You can think about--”

“Yes.” She cut him off. “Yes, Mr. Gold, I want to marry you.”

She couldn’t see his face. He was no more than a shadow in the darkness. But his hands reached out and drew her into him. He pressed her close against his body. His mouth found hers and he kissed her with hunger and passion and triumph.

“Oh,” she whimpered when he released her.  

He kissed her again. He didn’t stop when the phone began to ring. With one arm wrapped around her, he picked up the receiver with his other hand and immediately dropped it back into the cradle.

Miss French snickered. Screw Moe. He deserved to be hung up on.

Mr. Gold laid her down on his bed. His kisses had spread out to her neck and shoulders and his hands covered every other part of her. He was everywhere. He was on top of her. He was--

BRRING! BRRING!

Without a word or even a sound, he  got up out of bed. Lacey heard a series of noises that could only be Mr. Gold ripping the cord out of the phone jack in the wall and then throwing the phone itself across the room. There was a bang of impact on the floor and a clatter of broken pieces. Lacey found herself giggling just from the surprise of it.

“That should take care of that,” Mr. Gold said. 

Briefly, there was a sound of him opening and closing a drawer. The rip of a condom wrapper. Then Mr. Gold was on top of her again, pulling her in for a deep kiss.

“You’re mine.” His hand was buried in her hair, gripping her just hard enough to hurt. “You belong to me.”

“Yes,” Miss French sighed.

His other hand ran along her thigh, began to rub against her pussy. She was wet again, or still wet from last time, or both.

“This soaking cunt is mine.”

“Yes.” 

“You’ll do what I say.” He shifted his position so he was between her legs, poised to enter her. “You’ll obey my requests and my rules and my whims. You’ll be ready to obey me every time I ask, ready for me to fuck you whenever I want.”

“Yes!” 

“You’ll be my wife.” He slid into her slowly, and she felt him, inch by inch. She clenched around his hardness and there was no better feeling in the world.

“Yes, Mr. Gold.”

He kissed her. Then he took both her wrists in one of his large hands and pinned them down onto the pillow, just above her head. Only then did he begin to move.

So even his fiancee wasn’t allowed to touch him. Well, she could live with that. She didn’t have to touch him to know him. She didn’t have to see his body to feel the heat of his skin against hers. It was dark, but she could hear him panting. She could smell his sweat. 

His lips tasted like cigarette smoke. 

He pounded into her, rough and fierce. He raised her legs up, so they were against his chest. His cock went deep inside her. She shook and trembled and moaned. The hand that bound her wrists squeezed a short acknowledgement of her pleasure. His other hand played with her breasts, worked her nipples between his fingers.

“You can come whenever you want to, this time. As many times as you like.”

Just the words made her jolt and clench around him. “Th-thank you, Mr. Gold.”

He snickered and began thrusting again.

It wasn’t as intense this time. She didn’t start crying. She came more times than she had the presence of mind to count, but that was becoming expected when she was with Mr. Gold. For the first time, Miss French felt that she was able to catch her breath. She was able to understand what was happening while it was happening to her. 

She was able to focus on Mr. Gold, the man she had promised to marry. She listened to his breathing, to his grunts and groans. He was fucking her for himself this time, pursuing his own pleasure more than trying to get a reaction out of her. He changed his pace as it suited him--going deep and slow or quick and brutal. All she had to do was take it.  

Miss French took it all. She lay in his bed, with her wrists bound in his hand. She opened her legs wide, welcoming him to take what had always belonged to him. 

He came with a stifled sound, as though he was trying to hide that too. He buried his face in the pillow next to her head. He turned away from her even as he made himself one with her. His hips thrust shallowly in the aftershocks. His body collapsed onto hers. The grip on her wrists had loosened, but his hand remained. 

Lacey wanted nothing more than to hold him, in this moment of completion and exhaustion--but Mr. Gold was unyielding in his desire not to be touched. If she was going to be Mrs. Gold, she had to obey him. She had to follow his rules.

He stayed on her for a few short, heaving breaths. Lazy, satisfied, he kissed whatever area of her skin was close. His stubbled cheeks raked across her, scratchy and delicious. She could stay like this, with him, forever.

All too soon, Mr. Gold got off her. He opened a door and turned a light on in what must be an attached bathroom. Without a word he shut the door and left Lacey alone.

As she listened to the sound of water running, she stretched out in the big bed and yawned. What time was it? It was still dark, so it could have been any time from 5 PM to 7 AM. It felt like the middle of the night. It felt like Dad had woken them out of a dead sleep. 

Ugh. Dad. 

Well, screw him. Lacey rolled over and pulled Mr. Gold’s quilt up over her shoulders. Moe French was a problem for the morning.

RRING! RRING!

Lifting her head from the pillow, she squinted in confusion. How the hell was the phone ringing after Mr. Gold had pretty definitely destroyed it?

“Ah.” Mr. Gold came out of the bathroom. “What excellent timing.”

She sat up. “Is that your alarm clock?”

Over the ringing, she heard a heavy, stumbling sound. It wasn’t until the noise stopped that she realized what it was: Mr. Gold had walked from the bathroom to the other side of the bed without having his cane near him.

His cane was in his hand when he turned on the bedside lamp. He was standing up straight, wearing a dark blue dressing gown. 

“Yes,” he answered as he set down the now-silent clock. It was an old-fashioned thing--probably a real antique. The kind you need to wind up every night or it won’t work anymore. Lacey had only ever seen a clock like that on TV, being swallowed by a crocodile. 

“What time is it?”

“Five-thirty.”

“In the morning?”

“I do my best work before sunrise.”

Suddenly, Mr. Gold’s pre-dawn delivery of their new hot water heater made a lot more sense.

He went over to a chest of drawers and pulled out some dark red cloths. He set them on the bed by her feet. 

“Change the sheets while I get ready. If you’re going to stay here, you’ll have to start earning your keep, dearie.”

Lacey scoffed. “I thought I was earning my keep when the sheets got dirty.”

Mr. Gold grinned. “Ah, but you got your own pleasure out of that, so it hardly counts as work, does it?”

She opened her mouth to say something smart, but he was already in the bathroom with the door shut again.

****

It was a little weird, to do a banal domestic chore while completely naked in a strange house. It was also weird how not weird it was. Being naked in Mr. Gold’s room wasn’t embarrassing or humiliating, it felt normal. Her only complaint was that it was cold. 

The sheets and blankets she took off the bed still had the warmth from their bodies. In the privacy of the empty room, she held them close and breathed in the scent. She couldn’t tell what smells were hers and what were Mr. Gold’s. That made it even better, that they were mingled. Indistinguishable. Enmeshed. 

Putting the new sheets on, Miss French tried to be as neat as she could. The fitted sheet was folded with perfectly straight edges--a feat so impossible for Lacey it might as well be magic. This fabric was ironed, with sharp creases. It smelled like cedar drawers and lavender sachets. Nothing but the best for Mr. Gold. 

She’d heard of having a bed made so flat you could bounce a quarter off it, but she had no idea how to accomplish such a feat. Or even if that was the exact level of perfection that Mr. Gold wanted. She did her best, tucking in the top sheet under the mattress, fluffing his pillows, pulling the quilt up to the headboard.

She grinned to herself, when she looked at the headboard. The rope from last night was in a tangle on the ground. Once the bed was made, she sat down and began to wind the rope up into a coil. She had just finished when Mr. Gold came out of the bathroom. 

He wore the same dressing gown he had walked in with. With his free hand, he toweled off his damp hair. He looked freshly shaved. Miss French licked her lips. He really was a very handsome man, her fiance. 

He put his hand over hers on the rope. “Don’t tempt me,” he said as he picked it up. He unspooled a few lengths from her coil and used them to tie the rope into the same neat bundle it had been in last night. “We’ve had our fun, now it’s time for business.”

Miss French stood up from the bed. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”

“Your shoes are there,” he waved his cane. “I believe you left your lovely dress downstairs.”

Taking the hint, she picked her shoes up off the floor, where pieces of Mr. Gold’s bedside phone were scattered around. She made for the door.

“Wait for me in the kitchen,” he said, almost as an afterthought.

“Yes, Mr. Gold.”

****

Holding her slutty red heels over her chest, Lacey made her way down the stairs and into Mr. Gold’s study. It was strange to be in this room without him. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was trespassing. Instead of putting her dress on in the study, she bundled it up and went into the bathroom in the front hall. That was where Mr. Gold had told her to clean herself up on the first night. It made sense that she’d be allowed to use it again. 

Her makeup had mostly been fucked off or cried off. What little remained were smudges she could wipe away with soap and water. She really hadn’t known that she’d be staying the night at Mr. Gold’s house. If she had, she would have brought some supplies. Makeup and a toothbrush, a hairbrush for sure, and an outfit that didn’t scream ‘walk of shame.’

But she wasn’t ashamed. She wouldn’t be. Mr. Gold was going to marry her. Someday, she wouldn’t need an overnight bag. This would be where she lived, all the time. She would spend every night with Mr. Gold. 

No shame in that at all.  

****

By the time she got to the kitchen, Mr. Gold was dressed and making himself breakfast.

Lacey wrinkled her nose. “Your toast is burning.”

Mr. Gold glanced at the toaster on his way to the coffee pot. “No, that’s how I like it,” he said. “Toast and coffee both, I take them as black and bitter as my soul.”

And dry too, Lacey noticed when he put the slices of char on a plate and took it and his coffee into the dining room. He didn’t bother with butter or jelly or anything. That had to be like eating sand. 

Mr. Gold sat down at the head of the table with the morning’s copy of the Storybrooke Daily Mirror. After a moment of standing around awkwardly, Lacey approached the chair at his side. 

“May I sit?”

He looked up, as though surprised to hear her speaking. “I suppose you may,” he said. “Keep your hands flat on the table, palms down. Don’t get up until I say.”

His voice was casual, businesslike. Like giving an order at a deli. No fuss, no grandiosity, just the clear understanding that this was what he wanted and that she would give it to him.

Of course Miss French obeyed him. She perched on the edge of the chair, with her back straight and her arms perfectly parallel. She spread her fingers wide, her palms pressed against the varnished wood. She tried her best to stare straight ahead, but she couldn’t stop herself from sneaking glances at Mr. Gold. 

When he stayed hidden behind the newspaper, she tilted her head to read the front page. Nothing new was going on in Storybrooke, not that anything ever did. Mayor Mills announced her plan to propose a committee to explore the viability of doing a study to determine what future steps needed to be taken in order to re-open the old library.  

Lacey bit the inside of her mouth. Mom would have loved to see the library open again.

Eventually, Mr. Gold set the paper aside. Taking a refined sip of his coffee, he regarded her.

Miss French stared back at him. She didn’t speak. She didn’t move.

After a moment, his lips twitched into a half-grin. He set his coffee cup onto his empty toast plate and slid them over to her. 

“You may take these into the kitchen. You may, very carefully, set them in the sink and rinse them off. Then you may meet me at the back door.”

“Yes, Mr. Gold.” Miss French stood up. She took the plate and cup in both hands. They were china, gold-rimmed and patterned in a design of angles and black diamonds. Sharp and hard and dark, just like him.

Even in her heels, she managed to get the dishes into the empty sink without incident. God knew what would happen if she broke or even chipped any of his expensive things. He’d probably call off this engagement before it could even begin. He’d probably never speak to her again. 

Unthinkable. She’d rather cut off her own hand, rather let him beat the cost out of her. Of course, it was best that she hadn’t let anything happen. She was a good girl. He wouldn’t have to punish her until she wanted him to.

He stood by the kitchen door in his wool coat and leather gloves. Arm in arm, they walked through the snow to the garage. When they got to the car, he opened the passenger door for her. The red leather was freezing against her bare thighs, but she didn’t say anything. It was the price she paid for wearing nothing but the world’s shortest dress. 

The Cadillac’s powerful heater had just started to thaw her out when they reached Game of Thorns. Biting her lip, Lacey looked at the old brick building that had always been her home.

She didn’t open the car door. 

Mr. Gold seemed to notice her hesitation. He put a gloved hand on her leg. “Come to the shop later today, whenever you have a free moment. I have things I want to talk to you about.”

“We could talk now?” Lacey offered. “I’d rather talk to you than him.”

Tutting softly, he lifted her chin. “I thought you were braver than that, my dear. Remember, you’re my fiancee now. Is the woman I’ve agreed to marry going to allow herself to be intimidated by some florist?”

She shook her head. “No, Mr. Gold.”

“That’s a girl.” He patted her on the thigh. As she opened the door, he went on: “And if Mr. French does give you any trouble, you make sure to tell me. You know I take care of my things.”

Miss French nodded. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”

He waited until she had opened the door to the building before he drove off. Once she was inside, Mr. Gold’s fiancee took a deep breath. Confronting her father was going to suck, but she was brave enough to do it. 

Slowly, she started up the stairs.   

[demoncest-central]

Dress up with Asmo

(short drabble because i have no ideas rn)

warnings: proship, demoncest, sexually suggestive Levi had been caught cosplaying Ruri chan by his little brother Asmo a few days ago. Little did Levi know that Asmo would be dragging him out to go shopping with him. “Come on Leviii..” Asmo whined, pouting at his brother as he struggled to pull him out of the door to go shopping with him. “I want to dress you up, c’mon it’ll be fun!” Finally Levi sighed and let Asmo pull him outside to go shopping. When they finally reached the shops they spent hours going through clothing stores just for Asmo to bring Levi to a lingerie store. Leviathan blushed at the thought of being seen in a store like this. “I-i cant go in there Asmo…imagine what people wil think” Levi whines. Asmo sighs rubbing him temples. “Please..it’ll be nice!, you have a nice body for this sort of clothing!” Asmo said the last part hoping to boost Levi’s ego. “This stuff is barely clothing Asmo…” Leviathan says, his face still flushed. Asmo ignored his protests and pulled Levi behind him into the store and Leviathan hesitantly resigned himself to his fate to avoid making any more of a scene. Asmo dragged Levi around the store, finally settling on a pastel purple lingerie set, it was a shiny material, the top had a small heart in the center of the chest. When they finally went home Asmo continued dragging Levi behind him, booking it to his room so he could play dress up. Levi was ok with most of the outfits until they got to the lingerie. Asmo helped him zip up the top. If Asmo could get a nosebleed like in a moe anime he would be shooting blood everywhere. Levi’s shy pose and the cute pastel lingerie was just to much cuteness for Asmo to endure any longer. Asmo walked over to Levi and pulled him into a hug. “See, you can be such a cutie if you try you silly otaku” He mumbled into Levi’s ear as he felt around his body. Levi’s face was about as red as a strawberry as Asmo touched all over him. Asmo scooped up his brother and carried him to his bed plopping him down with a soft puff of the blankets. Asmo grabbed the zipper of Levi’s underwear. “May i?” Asmo said with a nymph-like smile. Levi blushed but nodded. (then they had wild sex idk i might finish this later idk lol)

[xandriagreat]

Fate Be Changed

Chapter 3: The Deal

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Author's note: This is now the chapter where we go in the perceptive

Notice/warnings: food/eating, deal, misgendering, body horror, passing out

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Moe, Herbert, and Webs were walking around the city, hoping no one found them.

“Are you sure that they’re not going to rat me out?” Moe asked Webs as they walked.

Webs nodded with a reassuring smile. “They’re not.” 

Moe smiled and sighed softly while they all looked around as they walked.

They were amazed by the city. 

The people are pretty lively, the buildings are unique, and the music is new to them.

"Hope they have a tech store or a new place to live for now." Webs said as they walked.

They soon saw a newspaper about Moe's disappearance.

Moe got worried when seeing the newspaper.

Webs and Herbert noticed the worry on Moe’s face.

“Let’s just keep going.” Webs said to him, forcing him to continue with Herbert. 

As the three walked, Moe saw a pawn shop and he got an idea.

"What is it?" Herbert asked, looking at Moe.

Moe immediately pointed at the pawn shop, making the two look at the pawn shop.

"Really?" Herbert asked sarcastically.

“What? We need extra money.” Moe said, looking at him.

Herbert and Webs looked at each other and then to Moe, who just went into the shop.

"Alright then." Webs said, shrugging. “But he better be quick.”

"He will. But one of us had to keep an eye on anyone trying to find us." Herbert said, looking around.

Webs nodded and looked at the time on a nearby clock.

Their stomachs completely begin to grumble.

It was around brunch time.

"I'll find us something to eat." Webs said, looking at Herbert. 

“Anything that has something good. But Just in case. Keep on guard.” Herbert said to her.

“Before I go, I need to write something down first. Do you want anything other than breakfast sandwiches and other breakfast items like breakfast french fries?” she asked, getting a piece of paper.

“Coffee. Decaf coffee, please” Herbert said, nodding to her.

“Ok, I got it.” Webs said, nodding. “But don’t worry, I'll make sure to stay protective.” She puts her sunglasses on before going to get food.

Herbert nodded and stayed on watch as Webs went to a nearby fast food place.

Herbert looked around to see if anything odd or suspicious was around, ready to fight if needed while waiting.

◇

Moe went into the shop when he heard a bell over the corner of the door rang, meaning a customer had come.

The owner came out of the back and went to the counter.

"Welcome, how can I help you?"

Moe walked over to them. “Hi. I have a few things to pawn.” he said, getting something out of his pocket. 

It was a pocket watch.

He stole it from his father's room along with the other few valuables around his old home before leaving. He was Hoping it would work to start a new life.

The owner begins inspecting the watch when Moe hands it to them.

“Oh wow!” the owner exclaimed after inspecting.

"What is it?" Moe asked.

“It’s a lot.” the owner said, looking at him.

Moe tilted his head to the side, wanting to know.

"It's a completely rare 1926 Illinois gold pocket watch." the owner explained, pointing at the watch.

Moe’s eyes widened. “Wow!” he breathed, looking at the watch.

The shop owner nodded.

Moe also gave out another few variables to the owner “Could you check these too?”

The owner nodded a yes and checked them.

Some were very valuable while others were not.

◇

Herbert was still waiting for Moe to come out and waiting for Webs to come back.

Webs just came back with breakfast. 

“Got breakfast.” she said, showing the bag and handing Herbert a cup. “Here’s your coffee.”

“Thanks.” Herbert said, taking the cup from her right as Moe came out with a lot of cash in his hands.

“Wow! That’s a lot.” Herbert and Webs said when they saw the cash.

"I don't know but it looks like the rare valuables back home appear more priceless than anything." Moe said, sounding surprised.

"Well would be enough for a hotel or anywhere to save up." Webs said "But we should find a place to sit down 'cause I got a late breakfast or brunch, like some fancy people would say."

Herbert and Moe nodded.

They started to look for a bench to eat their brunch.

As they looked, Webs accidentally bumped a waitress in front of the restaurant Cole’s.

“Oh! I am so sorry!” Webs said in worry, looking at the waitress. 

"No, no, it's fine." The waitress reassured her, looking at her.

Webs couldn't keep her eyes of the beautiful woman with her gorgeous green eyes and curly red hair in a tight bun.

They began touching hands for a moment as they looked at each other.

“Um… Webs?” Moe called out, which made both women jump and step away from each other.

The waitress shook her head, rolling her eyes and she went back inside as the Webs went walking with Herbert and Moe.

Webs can't stop looking at the waitress as the waitress got back inside.

“You good, Webs?” Herbert asked, looking at her.

"Huh? Oh- uh…yea." Webs said, snapping out of it. “Just… a lot of things on my mind.”

Moe and Herbert raise an eyebrow at her before shrugging.

◇

They soon found a shady table after walking away from the place, taking a seat on the bench, and eating the food.

Moe couldn't believe that he is now in his most favorite place to go to when he was a kid. He only saw a glimpse of it when flying on a plane but now he's actually here in the city and trying the cheap food here. He took a bite of the sandwich and it tasted great.

Herbert took a sip of his decaf coffee.

Webs was eating the breakfast french fries.

Moe was looking at the sites around them as they ate.

"Please Moe, We just got here and you are already like a child looking at the sites." Herbert said after sipping his coffee. "Just eat the food."

Moe looked at him as he chewed and swallowed. “It’s our first time here!” Moe exclaimed, setting his sandwich down on the wrapper that was on the table. 

Herbert and Webs looked at Moe as he added, "I mean come on! We've been dreaming of going here for years." 

Herbert groans in annoyance. “Here we go again.” he said under his breath.

"You got the Mediterranean climate, ethnic diversity, in the sprawling metropolis." Moe exclaimed excitedly. "But most importantly, the Entertainment capital of the world! With all the stars walking up for premieres and finally the best awards EVER!"

Moe had learned a lot about LA in secret when he was a kid and learned about it in a magazine on the way there.

“Look, I know it’s great and we always wanted to come here but we need to be careful.” Herbert said, looking around nervously.

Webs nodded as she ate.

"I know we have to be careful, but seriously, who doesn't love the city?" Moe asked, getting Herbert’s attention as he picked up his sandwich again. "Name one thing about the city."

“It’s different with heavy traffic, droughts, a bit of smog, and being filled with strangers.” Herbert replied with a smug look on his face.

“Really?” Moe asked flatly, staring at him before taking a bite of his sandwich.

Herbert gave him a ‘you know it’ look before he went back eating.

Moe swallowed and sighed before looking at Webs. "What about you, Webs?" he asked. “What do you like about the city?”

Webs look at the two men as she chewed her food. “Well…” she started after swallowing. “I guess it’s learning about different places. Since I travel a lot.”

"Now that's the spirit!" Moe said, ruffling her hair, which made Webs chuckled softly.

The three of them continued to eat.

Webs looked at the two men and thought of an ask game as they finished up eating. “How about we play an ask game?” she asked them when she finished eating her sandwich.

The two men looked at each other and then nodded. 

“Sounds fun.” Moe said after swallowing the last bite of his sandwich.

"Alright. If you two could be any animal, what could it be?" Webs asked, getting some more breakfast french fries.

"I would be a wolf." Moe said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "I wouldn't mind a scratch on the head behind the ears if I was a dog-like creature. Also, I would be able to run freely."

“I would be a snake. No one likes snakes.” Herbert said before drinking his coffee.

“I like snakes.” Moe said, looking at him, which made Herbert blush.

Webs hummed softly and nodded, a smile on her face.

“What would your animal be, Webs?” Moe asked as they cleaned up when they were done eating.

"Oh… uh… hm… I would be a redknee tarantula. It's a type of spider." Webs explained as they went to the trash to throw their trash away. "They're pretty cool."

The three went to a nearby washroom and got themselves washed up and cleaned off any grease on their hands and also began stretching their bodies before they left to meet Webs’ friends.

◇

“So, what are your friends like?” Moe asked, looking at her as they walked.

Webs rolled her eyes as she thought for a moment. “Well… the one that we’re going to see is a man named Milton T. Park. He’s going to help you two find a place and jobs to pay for rent.” she said after a bit. “The other is a woman named-”

"Um… sorry to interrupt but I think we got some company…" Herbert said the both of them through his teeth, pointing at something.

Moe and Webs looked at what he was pointing at.

A thin man wearing a white suit with a red dress shirt and glasses was looking and following them.

"Great! We got to go now!" Webs said, grabbing both of the men’s wrists and they started to run. 

The man ran after them.

Webs ran the way with Moe and Herbert running with her, going through crowds.

The three found a nearby alleyway and ran down there, hoping that they lost him.

They begin looking to make sure. 

"I think we finally lost him." Moe whispered to them.

Then the man appeared, looking down at them.

The three were startled that they backed into the alleyway. Moe stood in front of Herbert and Webs, protecting them.

Before anyone could do anything, someone cleared their throat, which got all four peoples' attention.

At the entrance of the alleyway, there was a short man with well kept hair and a fine blue suit.

"Hello." the man said, walking over to them. "My name is Rubert Marmalade."

"Nice to meet you, sir." Moe said, nodding to him. "My friends are just about to handle the stranger to get him to leave us alone because we need to meet up with a friend-"

Marmalade stops him with a raise of his hand. "Oh no you don't. It seems you are lost in the city but don’t worry. You four are in my hands now."

Then he gave him his card.

Moe looked at the card and read off of it, "'Good training, good advice. We make Dreams a reality!' Wow!" His eyes shined as if he was like a child's new toy feeling with excitement and wonder.

Marmalade nodded with a smile. "We can go to my shop and see what dreams come to become a reality that we can do." he said, pointing his hand to the entrance of the alleyway.

Without a second thought, Moe nodded.

"Follow me." Marmalade said with a hand motion to follow him.

Then the four started to follow Marmalade to his shop.

As the 5 we're heading to the store, the three friends whisper to each other.

"This was a bad idea." Herbert whispered to Moe as they walked.

Webs nodded as they were still being followed by the same quiet man. "I don't like this guy. He seems sketchy." Webs whispered. "We might need to get to Melton's place and leave the creepy guy to Marmalade."

“I like that.” Herbert whispered, nodding.

“Let’s give Marmalade a chance, ok?” Moe whispered to them.

Herbert and Webs looked at More before slowly nodding.  

They were quiet for a moment until Marmalade said, “You know, I heard about it on the news, about the missing young man, and I got a feeling that I would run into him.”

Moe's eyes widened a bit at Marmalade's words. "Well…um…" he started, unsure of what to say. "I… I think you got the wrong man. I mean I'm a… doppelganger?" he lied, hoping it would work. He's been a bit of an actor himself and a bit of a drama king as well.

Marmalade stared at him for a moment. Then Marmalade started to laugh, “Oh please! There’s no need to lie!”

"He's not lying" Herbert and Webs said in unison, wanting to protect his identity.

But the tall man completely shut both of their mouths by covering them with his hands.

Herbert, completely done with this, stomps on one of the tall man’s feet, making the man let them both go.

The three friends glared at the tall man, feeling like they needed to fight.

But before anyone started to fight each other again, Marmalade cleared his throat again, getting all fours attention again.

“Well… let’s go inside.” Marmalade said, pointing in one direction.

The four were confused until they looked around to see that they were in front of the shop. The shop was a white building with dark curtains inside and a sign above the door that read “Marmalade’s”.

All five went inside, seeing the store was a little off but kind of welcoming.

The colors were all white with hints of gold all over as they entered the shop. 

◇■

The four people looked around as they entered the shop.

The shop was dimly lit and there were interesting things inside.

There were some paintings of bees, some broken mirrors, skeleton skulls with some of their teeth removed, some dried up plants that look like they're used for herbs, some bug collections, some bottles of potions, and a lot of drawings of odd looking doors on the walls.

There was some music being played in the background.

Webs looked suspiciously at the place as Marmalade said to the four "Please sit down at the table." 

Then Marmalade closed the door, making the room a bit darker.

The four customers looked around to see which table he meant until a spot light shined over a table and there were five chairs around it.

Four chairs were medium size and facing the fifth chair while the fifth chair was big and facing the four. There was a big red curtain behind the fifth chair.

While the four were distracted, Marmalade's Shadow took their sunglasses and coats, putting them in both coat rackets and head displays.

Marmalade leads the four to the table and to the seats.

“So… what do you do?” Webs asked as they all got seated.

“I help people with reachable dreams and wants.” Marmalade said as he got to his seat and sat down. “I also help my friends with getting new clients.”

The looks on the three friends' faces were completely filled with suspicion about it while the hitman had a serious look on his face.

“Now, let’s get to know each other and your futures.” Marmalade said, getting out some cards. “Just take three and I’ll show you four of your pasts, presents, and futures.”

They began looking at each other but then each took three cards to protect their future, present, and past.

Then Marmalade tapped on the table as if to say ‘now put them down’.

All four put their cards, which were facing down, on the table. Marmalade spread each card out on the table.

The first person he showed the three cards was Moe. 

“You, young man, come from a long family business.” Marmalade said, flipping the past card.

It shows a family tree and in the center is a young man that looks like Moe.

"A shady one." Moe said as he remembered his father's business behind the scenes and under the public eye.

Marmalade nodded and had a hand over the present card. “I see. I also see that you are well known.” he said, flipping the present card.

It shows Moe in the spotlight and around a lot of people. 

“But you’re also secretive about the real you.” Marmalade said, looking at the young man, who looked surprised.

Then Marmalade spins the card for a moment to reveal the card version of Moe in darkness with a man that almost looks like Herbert while people in the light of a Victorian window in silhouette form with champagne, having a good time. 

“So you think that leaving would be a great idea, a fresh start.” Then Marmalade moved his hand in front of the card again to show both men out in the sunshine and in a field, both smiling.

Marmalade noticed that Moe was staring at the card and nodding.

"Papa got mad. Isn’t that right?" Marmalade asked, knowing that he hit a nerve point.

"Yeah. It’s sad but true…” Moe said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I know for as long as I’m alive… He's not going to take me back… unless I tell him that I’ll go along with the engagement and marry Mary, which will NEVER happen."

"But you felt more like a coward to not listen to your father's request but it tied you down." Marmalade said. "You just want to be roaming free, running around one place to another with your true love. But freedom… takes time, money, and taking the chance.” Then Marmalade flipped the future card that shows Moe and Herbert holding each other close, smiling softly.

Moe smiled at the card as he held it.

The second person to show was Herbert.

“You have had a hard life.” Marmalade said, flipping the past card.

It shows Herbert as a child hugging himself as the dark shadows around him would mischievous white smiles and laughter.

Herbert looked down to not look at the card, not wanting to face the past again.

“You thought that your life meant nothing.” Marmalade continued, flipping the present card around to show the grown up Herbert still in darkness, still hugging himself. “But that all changed when you met him.” Then Marmalade picked up the card and blew on it like there was dust on it before setting it down on the table. 

It now showed Herbert with a man that looked like Moe. However, there was a line representing the two social classes they were from. The left was all orange is Herberts as he was from the middle class and the right was all light blue was Moe as he was from the upper classes.

Herbert looked at that card as his face showed a softer side of him.

“It seems you're close to getting your happiness until someone tries to destroy it.” Marmalade said, his hand over the future card. “You gotta protect it to keep it and hold it tight.” 

Then he flipped the future card, which revealed some sort of car with him and Moe driving to the sunset.

Herbert picked up the card and just stared at it, smiling softly.

The next was Webs.

“Now for you, sir- sorry- ma’am.” Marmalade started, a small smirk on his face.

Webs’ eyes almost became like flames of anger when he said that. "Not all girls have long hair!" Webs exclaimed angrily, pointing at her hair. "At least you didn't know about my past." She was still suspicious about this.

Marmalade still smiled at her and continued, “Of course. Again my apologies. But back to the cards. You didn’t fit in with everyone.” 

Then he flipped the past card to show a little girl that almost looked like Webs, in her school uniform (mainly a girl's uniform) and long hair, being made fun of because of her style and personality, feeling uncomfortable in what she was wearing.

It almost looked like Herbert’s past card but it was very different, with both shadows representing both her family and even her society.

“You ran away from home and all of that at the age of 13 years old.” Marmalade continued, picking up the past card and doing a disappearing trick with it then to reveal it again. 

On the card was a 13 year old Webs running away, with the outfit of an oversized black t-shirt and baggy cargo pants along with her backpack and headphones. It looked like she was catching a train.

Webs held herself.

“You felt that technology knew you better than any one.” Marmalade said, flipping the present card to show a grown up Webs on a computer. 

"Well, technology has always been an escape route for me." Webs explained, looking at the card.

Moe and Herbert understood Webs.

“After years of surviving and getting your best knowledge, you help people who want to get away from their horrors. Like your two friends for example. But you want to do something more.” Marmalade continued, flipping the card to reveal her future to be a coding wiz.

Webs’ eyes lit up as she held the card.

The last one was Cuddles.

“For you, hitman, I see that you’re from a family of hunters.” Marmalade said, flipping the past card.

It shows a young version of Cuddles standing in an animal trophy room.

Cuddles nodded.

“But when hunting season is over, that’s when the struggling starts. Also, no one fully understands a mute. Isn’t that right, Cuddles?” Marmalade asked, looking at the thin man.

He flipped the present card to show a grown up Cuddles with shadow figures talking among themselves about him. 

“Cuddles?” Moe, Herbert, and Webs said, trying to hold back a laugh.

Cuddles glared at them before looking at Marmalade, who was signaling for him to come over. Cuddles got up from his seat and walked over to him, kneeling down.

“However… there’s a you that you always wanted to be and I can help you with that.” Marmalade whispered to him as reveal the future card to Cuddles and himself.

It was Cuddles having all the riches he could ever want and the biggest hunt that he wanted while at the bottom of the card were Moe, Webs, and Herbert. Moe was in a wedding suit and looking sad, Webs in a dress that everyone expects her to wear and long hair with a fake smile and crying makeup, and Herbert in rags and cleaning the floor. All three looked miserable while he looked happy.

Cuddles held the card and a big smile appeared on his face.

Marmalade hummed softly and looked at everyone when all cards had been read.

All four had longing looks and looked like they were willing to do anything to grab it.

That made Marmalade smile at all four of them. “So… What do you all say?” Marmalade asked them. “Do we have a deal?” 

◇

Moe, Webs, and Herbert were more suspicious about Marmalade but they could get them into a better life. They had to have a quick discussion first before agreeing.

“Give us a minute, please.” Moe said to Marmalade before the three had a quick huddle discussion.

"He seems promising but I don't know if we could do a deal." Herbert said, looking at the two.

“We got to take the chance. Because he knows our past and present lives, so our futures could happen.” Webs said. “Also, look at the Cuddles guy. He looks too happy about his card.”

Moe nodded in agreement.

“Look, we'll just do it quick and then we meet at Milton's at the exact time, ok?” Webs hissed at the two men.

"Fine, but it better not be a fraud!" Herbert growled.

The three broke up the huddle and looked at Marmalade, who was shaking Cuddles’ hand with one hand while his other hand was outstretched to them.

“Let’s put your hands over mine, just in case something happens.” Moe whispered to Webs and Herbert, who both nodded.

Moe had outstretched his hand to shake, with Herbert and Webs’ hands on top of his. 

They shook his hand, which made Marmalade smile more darkly.

"Yessss." Marmalade said with a dark chuckle when they were done shaking hands.

Then everyone started to hear the beating of drums and the ground started to shake.

“Hey! What’s going on?!” Herbert shouted over the loud drumming.

The next thing that the four guests knew was that the drawings of strange doors on the walls were glowing different neon colors.

All of the sudden Moe, Herbert, and Webs were trapped in metal wrists and tied up to their seats.

"Hey! I knew it was a fraud!" Herbert shouted.

"We shouldn't make the deal!" Webs said.

"LET US GO!" Moe shouted as the three, try the set themselves free

“Fraud? Let you go? No no no.” Marmalade chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “I just want my friends to see their new clients!”

Then the curtain behind Marmalade’s chair went up to reveal five scary masks and all five appeared to be alive because they were blinking and smiling big.

Cuddles jumped back and fell over when seeing these things.

The biggest mask opened its mouth and there was a talisman, it was like a necklace but it had the shape of a hamster with a heart as its mouth.

Marmalade walked over and got the talisman out before going over to Moe.

Marmalade opened it a bit and it bit Moe by the finger, taking some blood from the fresh small wound.

"Ow!" Moe exclaimed in pain.

Marmalade didn’t mind as he closed the talisman and watched the heart glow up a bit, filling up to the top with the blood.

“You little-” Moe started as he was trying to break free but was cut off when three of the drawing doors opened and different colors started to spin around Moe, Herbert, and Webs. 

Then the three friends started to painfully change forms from the colors. All three of them started to scream in pain as they changed.

Cuddles watched in terror at what was happening. Then he passed out from fear as the three friends passed out from pain.

Marmalade was smiling sinfully when the transformation was done. “I hope that you’re all satisfied.” he said to the four before shushing them. 

Then he turned around and looked at the masks on the wall.

"Soon my friends, you'll be free, along with your people." Marmalade said to them. Then he smiled at them as the masks smiled back down at him.

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Lewis Collage

Meet the Robinsons turned 17, so I did a collage of all my AU Lewis/Neils for the anniversary.

We have: Lewis (middle), Cornelius (top middle), Lazy Neil (top left), Discovery-Recovery Neil (top right), Little Neil (bottom left), Lamb Lewis (bottom middle), and Agoraphobic Lewis (bottom right). Explanations for all of them will be under a cut! Might as well share some stuff for the special occasion, right?

Inspos (a.k.a. my own little anniversary playlist) VIP Only by Flightrush Pon3ville Rave by Flightrush ft. FritzyBeat Let Me Feel This by MC-Arch and bank pain (PegasYs remix) Dirty Car by Studio Killers Great! Big! Party! by EYEAMKI Sexy Villain by Remi Wolf MAGICIAN by Lexie Liu

Ask box is always open. (I keep forgetting to say this...)

Inspos for each of the AUs Lazy Days Neil - Hollywood Yeen by Spott ft. ida deerz, and She Bad by DJ Bob and Fabobeatz ft. Jermanee - Basically, like the rest of his family, he's chill and laid back, but also has the party side. Also, we needed a Neil to openly own his body and sexuality.

Discovery - Recovery Neil - Breaking the Habit and Given Up by Linkin Park, and You're An Awful Person by R.I.P. ft. vflower - Currently - as of writing this - I am working on his story. It's full of personal experiences and angst. He's inspired by the songs I would listen to as an edgy teen. The lyrics of these songs give you hints into his story, just an FYI.

Little Space Neil - Otter Pop by Shawn Wasabi ft. Hollis, and Saria's Song (Lost Woods) Music Box by R3 Music Box on YouTube - He was created as a way to vent my Little Space. There's not much else to this one, really.

Agoraphobic Lewis - Anxiety Angel and Agoraphobia by Elita - His story is up on AO3 right now, but I'm planning on rewriting it because I hate how it is at the moment. But essentially, he's inspired by the two songs linked above. His story is a "what if" scenario.

Little Lamb Lewis - Cruel by Mercy Necromancy, Dog Teeth by Nicole Dollanganger, and Love Taste by Moe Shop, Jamie Paige, and Shiki - Created after being influenced by the internet aesthetic known as "Traumacore." He also has a story I'm working on, but that'll be later. He's my favorite little unhinged psychopath who loves Franny to Hell and back.

[azafms]

NAME: Christina Azariah Shredder

MEANING  OF  NAME  :  of  latin  origin  meaning  “  a  follower  of  christ  ”  ;  of  hebrew  origin  meaning  “ helped  by  god ”

NICKNAME(S)  :  Aza , Shreds 

AGE  /  D.O.B.: April  17th  1993  ( 29 )

GENDER , PRONOUNS & SEXUALITY: Demigirl , She/They & Bisexual

HOMETOWN: Austin , Texas

AFFILIATION: The Brotherhood

JOB POSITION: Mechanic , Owner of Moe’s Mechanics Chop Shop

EDUCATION: High School Graduate

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

CHILDREN: None , hates them .

(  +  )  positive  traits  :  loyal , decisive , generous , regimented , determined 

(  -  )  negative  traits  :  reckless , impulsive , forgetful , selfish , brash

｡*    ❪       📂   ›    BASICS.

Introducing  AZARIAH SHREDDER . Word on the street is they are a MECHANIC and member of THE BROTHERHOOD for the past EIGHT YEARS . Though they are IMPULSIVE and TACTLESS , they can also be INQUISITIVE and UNYIELDING . In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in.

｡*    ❪       📂   › BIOGRAPHY

Aza was born to a mother who knew one thing , scheme her way through life , and as soon as she had her child she taught her how to do the same thing . That is until the day she up and left . Aza waited a week before venturing out of the house , her mom always told her if she didn’t come back home to wait for her , but they were out of food and the young girl was so hungry . It wasn’t a far walk from their apartment to the corner store and she knew how to steal food , it wasn’t until she was walking back home that she was stopped by the police , a seven year old barefoot and alone in the middle of the night has a way of ringing alarm bells . She found out later that her mother was arrested , not that it’d matter much ,Aza was placed in foster care and eventually adopted by Bud & Annabelle Shredder .

It took time for her to settle into the make shift family . Annabelle a young adult fiction author and Bud , a former NASCAR driver it was her father who taught her everything she knows about cars . She wanted to be just like Bud , a nine time Daytona 500 champion and unlike most of her siblings , she had the best shot of it . Aza had a natural talent for cars and for the first ten years of her life , Bud was thrilled with the idea of having another kid who loved cars as much as he did . That is until Bodie , the oldest shredder , nearly died in a race . Bodie hit a turn too fast , flipped her car and it caught fire . After the accident Bud refused to let his daughters have anything to do with racing . Completely shutting down any of Aza’s attempts to change his mind , if there was one thing he simply couldn’t handle it was the thought of possibly losing one of his children .

There was no was she wasn’t going to let a little thing like rules keep her from her passion . If she couldn’t race legally , she’d race illegally , and she was really good at it too . At eighteen she took all the money she’d won by racing in Texas and moved to New York . She got a job at Moe’s Mechanics right away , the old man even let her rent out the apartment above the shop , the two grew very close and she saw him as a second father figure . Despite all his warnings about falling in with the wrong crowd , Aza has always drifted towards the dangerous and unknown , she’s always been the type to fight first and ask questions second . It wasn’t her hot temper that got her on the brotherhood’s radar , it was her impulsive nature and inability to turn down a dare , [ person A and B are both totally open for plots , B is obviously a member of the brotherhood but A doesn’t have to be , they’d just have to be aware that person B is ] person A dared her to steal person B’s car . 

Little did Aza know , Person B just so happened to be a member of the brotherhood , not that it would have stopped her from taking up the chance to show off . Boosting the car was easy enough , it was trying to hide it for three days until she could find a buyer that was the hard part . By the time Person B had tracked down their car she’d already gotten rid of it , which put the two of them at an impasse . To try and smooth things over she agreed to work for them . What was only meant to be a temporary way to save her neck turned into her creating a second family . Though Person B has never really forgiven her for getting rid of their favorite car .   

｡*    ❪       📂   ›   PERSONALITY.

aza has always been impulsive to a fault , she doesn’t think before she does things often times leading to her getting arrested , getting into fights and all around pissing people off . she usually means well , she’s just not too great at the execution part of the plan . she will laugh if you cry around her , feelings tend to put her on edge , she can’t handle her own emotions let alone yours . she’s a really loyal friend , she’s extremely nonjudgemental and always willing to hear someone out . she’ll do her best to be supportive but she’s more like the misguided mom friend who’ll tell you to drink and break some shit if you’re feeling a little blue . 

｡*    ❪       📂   ›    AESTHETICS.

setting an old lover’s things on fire , rock music so loud it makes your eyes water , ‘ losing ’ your car keys , forgetting to text that you’re home safe , cigarette smoke clinging to your skin , permanently having motor grease under your nails , breaking your phone every few days , fighting as a form of flirting , knowing just how fickle family can be so you refuse to get too close to anyone  

｡*    ❪       📂   ›    NOW STREAMING.

18 by anarbor / if it means a lot to you by a day to remember / ain’t no rest for the wicked by cage the elephant / hate me soon by yellow ostrich / if you can’t hang by sleeping with sirens / i miss you by blink-182 / death by rock and roll by the pretty reckless / dumb by nirvana / kiwi by harry styles / the worst in me by bad omens